Hospitality

What goes on in the kitchen of your favourite restaurant? Let's take a peek.

A spanking for everyone who didn't leave a tip!

 

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 22

Has your partner ever spoken about spanking to a stranger while you were present?

Anon 1: This isn't exactly what you asked, but years ago, I used to deliver stripping telegrams with a company called Strip-a-Gram. It wasn't unusual to entertain at ten or more parties every Saturday night. (I bet I've been to more bridal and baby showers than all of my female friends combined.) So, I performed for a woman's bridal shower, then went into a bedroom to put my clothes back together (there was Velcro along the seams of my pants so as to be able to rip them off suddenly), and the maid of honor came in to pay me. She said, "I should be spanked for all the naughty thoughts I'm having about you right now!" Surprised, I replied, "You have a taste for being spanked?" She returned, "More like a voracious appetite," and she started taking off her clothes as I was trying to put mine on. I was in my twenties and she was in her late thirties, but she was cute with a really nice butt, so I locked the bedroom door. "Your friends won't be bothered by the noise we make?" I asked as I helped her disrobe. "They're used to it..." she answered as she crawled across my lap. "Really spank me good, I've been a very bad girl," she said as she revealed her phat ass. 

This is my favorite form of foreplay (why I read your blog) so it didn't take long until my g-string looked like a tiny banner at the top of a tall flagpole. I thought that she was too easy to seduce so worried that a lot of guys had been where I was headed, so I refrained from fucking her, just let her service me orally. It was my last scheduled gig of the night, so I could have stayed and partied, but didn't. I didn't even ask for her phone number. Being a spanko like me, and now knowing how difficult it is to find a like-minded mate, I'd love to reconnect with her, if she happens to read this. 

A.J.: "They're used to it..." she answered as she crawled across my lap."

Really? Oh, c'mon. You can't leave us hanging like that!!!!

Anon 1: This is directed to A.J. In that this blog is operated by a lady, and a Canadian lady at that, I thought discretion was the better part of valor. I'm not sure what more to say... I think I redefined what constitutes a hard spanking for the recipient. I'm sure that the spanks were heard by all the other women in the adjoining room. She also made the most incredible, welcoming sounds throughout the spanking. (A few weeks ago, noises made while spanking was a brunch topic. I did not comment, but I thought about this incident in vivid detail.) Since that Strip-A-Gram job, I've graduated college and am now near retirement. I've been married to a woman who indulged me occasionally with my desire to spank her, and wisely divorced her stingy, cold-hearted ass. So I mean it when I say I appreciate a submissive female who enjoys getting a spanking as much as I love giving it.

Jack: Stranger or not, my wife/mommy will tell them that she is the mommy when I'm a naughty little boy and that I must address her as mommy. My wife/mommy will say this with me present and all I want to do his hide. She reminds me later that women share a lot, and so spankings is brought up a few times, not many.  

CEM: No. That would not be acceptable. I'd never be with someone that might do that...nor would they. Discretion is of paramount importance, especially with a Male Dominant/female submissive dynamic as too many PC idiots out there conflate domestic violence with BDSM. There is a proper time and place for discussions and activity, in public with strangers...is not that time nor place. 

Roz: There have been the odd occasion where spanking has been raised by someone else in a joking way, not by myself or Rick. When this has happened we both tended to be oddly quiet. Afraid of giving ourselves away I think lol.

Mark: My wife did it to me today... in front of our friends (her best friend and her husband) she announced that what I had done deserved a thorough spanking. I went very quiet and tried to kid it off. Definitely wasn't looking either of them in the eye! Makes me wonder what her friend knows - but I'm a little scared to ask.

Wendel: Like Roz, we stay silent on the subject. If only they knew. 

Rosco: Not exactly. Once we were cooking at a group/communal kitchen and Irene scolded me and gave me several sharp slaps with a wooden spoon which got the attention of all around.

Another time we’re having dinner at a restaurant when one of her friends told me she wanted to spank me. I’m guessing she knew. I told her she would need Irene’s permission. The subject was changed.

Anon 2: We would never inflict that on a innocent bystander. It would be nice if it could be openly shared, but that just doesn't seem likely. I have told my wife that if she wanted to share with her best friend, it would be OK. She hasn't done that...yet. We do share "coded" messages via text and email.

Prefectdt: You have got me on this one, it has never happened to me. Makes me wonder how I would react :)

By the way, I had to get into your blog through Microsoft Edge again. Sorry to be the one telling you about this.

That's a real mystery! Sorry Firefox misbehaves for you. I use it exclusively for blogging.

A.J.: "...she unexpectedly brought up spanking while talking to a complete stranger?"

Twice. I think I mentioned this before.

Mid-week took GF to a local mall for something to eat. After, she decides she needs something from the dreaded Bloomingdale's. I don't want go to Bloomingdales! Can we go...?

'Will only take a moment.' Off we go, and wind up in - ladies lingerie. Oy!

I'm hatin' life and decide - what the heck - it's almost closing time, dept. has me, the GF and a 20-something clerk so - time to play the fool. And I do. Make a pest of myself.
GF is checking out and tells clerk: What do you do with men like this.
Clerk: Darned if I know.
GF: I think I'll spank him.

Noooo! She used the forbidden "S" word in public, to a civilian. About me! That's not allowed. Time to double down - and I do!

A royal, teasing pest!!

Loaded with sarcasm: "A spanking? Oh, no! Not a spanking!"
Hugging and kissing her neck.

GF, not royally peeved, is scribbling her name on receipt as fast as she can and says: "Wait until we get home!"

Clerk is laughing.

She finishes. Turns and says: "Time to go." with the dreaded (not really) and emphasized: "We need to talk."

Takes my elbow and quick-walks me toward the exit.

Clerk is now really laughing and says, "And give him a few for me!""

She did. It was funny. We laughed about it often after - and wondered "What did that clerk tell her friends after we left?"

Second "incident."

We were at an empty antiques store and I foolishly as clerk if there was something I could us as a spanking paddle.
She found an antique bread paddle, used to put dough into a hearth for baking. Brings it to me and GF.
GF: What that for?
Me: So I don't hurt my hand if I have to spank you.
GF's face turns bright RED!
Clerk laughs; says it's OK. Besides, she says, "...a paddle doesn't know or care WHOSE bottom it is used on.... (Hint. Hint.).

GF now wants that paddle and has me buy it.
We drive home in silence. ("I was only joking!!!")
Once there she's ready to try out her new toy! On me.
She did. With the occasional eye-opening "emphasis" on some of her efforts.

Funny at first.
Not so funny later.
Then funny again. For her.
We never used that paddle again. 

Barrel: No, but I wish she would. The only way that could happen is if it was a complete stranger in a completely remote venue, like on vacation, and she had a few glasses of wine. I would be open to it, thinking something might happen.

KDPierre: Never bluntly. But Rosa has made a few teasing innuendos to 'strangers' (waitresses, salespeople, for example), but always within a vibe that it would be taken for what it was. It never bothered me.

Take that from 'stranger' to people we know and the conversations have gotten way more specific and open. Those don't bother me either. What I do find more embarrassing is when someone 'in the know' is told by Rosa that I was recently punished for something specific or that I had one coming for something I did. One conversation is more informational and the latter very direct and personal.

Hermione: Like Roz and Wendel, it hasn't happened and never will. We are too private about our intimate activities.  But sometimes I wonder what a friend's or stranger's reaction might be.

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #596

Welcome, dear friends old and new, to our regular weekend get together. Here's a question that I hope will elicit some interesting replies.

Have you ever been someplace with your partner and he or she unexpectedly brought up spanking while talking to a complete stranger? How did you react at the time? Were there any repercussions after the event?

Leave you response as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

And Now a Word from Bonnie

Our dear friend Bonnie's blog is closed, but she and Randy are still very enthusiastic about spanking. She recently wrote about her latest trip over his knee, and has kindly given me permission to post it here. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I read it.

 

Why I'm a Bad Girl

My dear husband Randy tells me I'm a bad girl.  Bad girls get spanked.  I knew that.

I was out shopping recently for most of a Saturday afternoon.  I got carried away, but I found a lot of good stuff for both of us.  When I returned home, Randy was concerned because I had not informed him of my plans.  I should have texted.

The situation was quickly resolved through the vigorous application of a small wooden paddle to my bare seat.  I squirmed and squealed, but the experience was not altogether unpleasant.  I told him that I appreciated his well-practised technique.  He grumbled, but I replied that I wasn't being sarcastic.  He is a genuine expert at delivering this sort of corporal punishment.  He spanks hard and it always hurts, but there's no lasting damage back there and my mood is brightened.

That was when he informed me I was a bad girl.  I'm not supposed to enjoy my punishments.  But I love them and I do a poor job of hiding it.  He pulled me over his lap and spanked me again.  This time he employed the smooth side of a serious long-handled brush.  This felt like a longer, harder spanking that hurt way more coming so soon after he paddled me.  By the time he lost interest in tenderizing my bottom, it was throbbing.

A quick trip to the bathroom confirmed my suspicions.  He left deep red marks on me!  Rubbing provided no relief.

When I returned to the living room, Randy asked to see my bottom again.  So I hiked my skirt and bent forward for inspection.  His fingers lightly traced the crimson memories he painted on my skin.  Even this was painful.  I flinched at one point and he chuckled as if with pride in his work.

"Do you feel punished now?"  "Yes," I meekly replied.  Definitely.

"Did you deserve your spankings?"  "Yes, sir."

"Do you still like your punishments?"  A lie here would have been easily detected.  When freshly spanked, I read like an open book.  The truth was that this was a delicious punishment.  I knew that I would almost certainly feel the after-effects the following day.  I don't desire one of those soul-shaking spankings every time, but when they happen, I drink up the endorphins.

"Um, yeah?"  My voice emerged as a mere squeak.

"Of course you do.  You're a very bad girl and that's one big reason I love you!"

For a brief instant, I thought a third spanking might be headed my way.  Instead, he took me out for dinner.  It was pleasant on the patio and our Mexican salads were fresh and tasty, though sitting on an unpadded metal chair constantly reminded me of my bad girl status.

Sometimes being the bad girl can be good.

 

 Thank you, Bonnie, for sharing that spanking with us!

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 15

Tell us about your broken implement mishaps.

 Donn: About twenty years ago, very early in our DWC DD Lifestyle, we had a rubber strap "delaminate." (It was composed of two layers of rubber sandwiching fiber [nylon / rayon?] belt, all held together with some type of contact adhesive.)

No harm done to either person on either end of strap. Just super annoying. It was the last time I purchased any commercial / factory-made implements. I'd much rather design and fabricate to her specs!

Bonnie: Yes, there have been several occasions when a poorly chosen spanking implement proved to be inadequate for its assigned role. I remember a novelty paddle that Randy purchased from a roadside trinket shop years ago. It cracked upon the first impact. I giggled.

I always laugh at spankings gone wrong. I can't help it. My husband takes these things seriously. His response is to grab a more capable implement and finish the job, and then some. My giggles don't help my case.

KDPierre: Yes and it was actually during a punishment rather than a fun one which somehow made our mutual laughing seem at odds with the situation. I was also upset that an implement broke because I'm kind of OCD that way.....but we just used another and finished the spanking.

For a inside joke between us, Rosa even took a picture of my beaten butt atop her lap with the two pieces of the broken paddle resting on it.

Rosco: Sure, we had a couple of marvellous vintage riding crops with leather fringes that fell apart at one point or another. And a leather ping pong paddle. Also a wooden spoon or so.

The only thing that might temporarily interrupt a spanking is if Irene hurts her hand.   

CEM: Canes, switches, small paddles, yes. Once the tip flew off a riding crop. So, there has been quite a few implements that broke during use. 

Roz: There have been a couple of occasions over the years. On one occasion, we were in the middle of a kinda serious session with a cane. Rick was in the middle of a lecture while spanking when the cane broke. We both paused and laughed for a bit, until Rick announced a portion had broken off but the cane was still safe and usable and continued.

Ronnie: Yes we've had a couple of implements break during a spanking. I remember one, I was over P's lap and he was spanking me with my hairbrush, suddenly he stopped, I wondered why. He told me to get up and showed me the brush, it had slit down the middle. We both laughed. Didn't carry on with the spanking.

Wendel: A few cheap paddles and a bath brush where the handle was only glued on.

A.J.: Nope! Never. If “it” broke, then my right hand would be in a cast as that is my/her only implement.

That and I’m too lazy/cheap to buy one.

Anon: I'd say that 8 out of every 10 spankings I get are with my lover's bare hand on my bared bottom. Some are impromptu and some are formalized, when I'm told I'm going to get it at bedtime, and he makes a big deal of preparations, like rolling up his shirt sleeve, baring me, and inspecting my bottom intimately, etc.
But on a few occasions, he'll tell me that I'm going to get a really hard spanking, and an implement is used. On one of these times, he pulled out the heavy wooden paddle, a dastardly one with holes drilled through its thickness. He came into the relationship with this dreaded tool, I think he used it on his previous girlfriend, Jessica. I'd never felt it used full force on me. I was scared but also curious, therefore desirous for it. He made me bend over the edge of our bed, took aim, and reared back to give me a solid wallop. Its impact stung like holy hell, but I was so proud of myself for taking it. I stuck my butt out for another lick. He gave it to me, but this time the fearsome sound was muffled. The paddle had broken lengthwise. My butt had destroyed the butt-destroyer! I felt like his memories of using it on Jessica were now colored by that fact, my bottom was triumphant! I turned around and pulled him into a kiss that evolved into wonderful love-making.

Prefectdt: I have lost count of the number of cane ends that have flown off, during hard canings. My back side is also the legendary lost graveyard of hairbrushes. Not sure why, but in an open competition it tends to be My Butt 1 - Hairbrush 0.
I think that the most memorable one was when a professional Domme, very proud of her rather pricey new horse batter, found that the end was not attached as well as she thought. The spankings always continued, as I had to be punished for damaging important equipment :)

Barrel: Kinda. I used to cut fresh suckers from our purple leaf plum tree, peel off the leaves, and shorten to the proper length. I usually cut three as we knew they would fray and break, which they ultimately did, but only after doing their job. We have since graduated to two delrin canes. Even though they are 10 years old and experienced, they have held up adequately.

Hermione: A rattan carpet beater broke during a session, so the spanking stopped because the sharp broken ends would have caused damage. Although I carefully glued the ends back together, Ron never trusted it not to break again. The replacement, a delrin carpet beater, has never fractured.      

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #595

Welcome, one and all, to our weekly spanko brunch. You're just in time for what I hope will be a lively discussion. Today's topic is one I found down in the vault where my archives are stored. I dusted it off and it is just as timely today as it was in 2015.

Have you or your partner ever had an implement break during a spanking? If so, how did it happen? What were your reactions? Did the spanking continue?

Leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to respond, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

Farewell, Dear Friend

Another blog has bitten the dust. Our good friend and regular blogger Prefectdt has lost his blog. I thought Blogger was the only platform that unexplainedly wiped blogs from the interwebs. But no, it seems Wordpress does the same. His blog with links to all other spanking blogs is still operational here.

You can still visit the archive of Spankedhortic II -- 14 years in all, that's quite a record -- in the Wayback Machine. I hope that someday a new blog called Spankedhortic III will arise from the ashes. In the meantime, there's always a home for you here.

We'll miss you, Prefectdt. 

 

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine