Long Live our Noble Queen

Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II celebrates 70 years on the throne. I am proud to have her as our monarch.

My all-time favourite anthem, Handel's Corontion Anthem, was performed at her coronation. Please enjoy it with me.

God Save the Queen!

Glory to Ukraine

Imagine...wood!

Last week was our anniversary, and in true spanko style, I gave Ron the gift that keeps on giving. Two of them, in fact. The first was a hand-crafted wooden flipper

and the second was a rock maple pizza cutter

They both came from Imagine Wood, a Canadian company that creates beautiful and durable kitchen utensils. As you can imagine, Ron was eager to try them out. He immediately bonded with the flipper, but was puzzled about the pizza cutter.

"Which end do I hold?" he asked me, as he turned it over and around in his hands.

"Experiment!" I advised, and he did. As it collided with my bare bottom, I could feel the difference in each individual swat, as he tried first the thin end, then the thick one, then back again.

The flipper was quite a surprise! It smacked loudly against my unprotected posterior, and Ron was able to make it dance rapidly from cheek to cheek.

"I'm going to try to break this on you," Ron announced gleefully.

"You can't. They're unbreakable. Read the instructions." Rock maple is very durable. But that didn't lessen the impact of the blows.

This pair of implements was a perfectly painful sting and thud duo. The sting of the flipper was augmented by the pizza cutter's thud, and he applied them both effectively and efficiently. I voiced my disapproval loudly; too loudly, as it turned out.

"I feel like I'm doing this to music," Ron complained as he paused to exchange implements.

"Huh? What music?" I was glad of the break, but couldn't hear anything except my heavy breathing.

"That noise you're making. 'Oo ee oo ah ah, ting tang walla walla bing bang.'"

I burst out laughing. "Do I really sound like that?" Were the windows open, I wondered. If you are under forty, you may not recognize the reference to a funny song from 1958 called Witch Doctor. If you're really curious and would like to hear it, it's on Youtube too.

I didn't think I sounded like a chipmunk when I was being spanked. Who knew?

Where were you when...

Do you remember where you were when John F. Kennedy was assassinated? Okay, I'm dating myself here. Most of you were too young to remember, or probably weren't even born.

How about the day Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot?

Or Robert Kennedy's death?

The space shuttle Challenger disaster?

The day Diana, Princess of Wales, died?

The day the music died? (That one's for Ron :-)

The Boxing Day tsunami?


Now how about some happy occasions.


Man's first steps on the moon?

The inauguration of Barack Obama?

The day you first found My Bottom Smarts?

I'll bet you were sitting at a computer, searching for spanking sites, just like I was two years ago.

I'm not sure of the exact date of my arrival at that spanko Mecca, but it had a great impact on my life. I was already in a spanking relationship, and we had been enjoying it regularly for over twenty years. But the things I learned at MBS made me realize how much more fun and variety we could be having. The friendships I developed there and on many other blogs have been very important to me.

Two years ago today I left my first comment on MBS, and Bonnie hasn't been able to shut me up since!

So what were doing on the day you discovered Bonnie's blog? (And if you haven't found her yet, get thee hence!)

How long have you been reading My Bottom Smarts? Ever since the day it began More than three years Between two and three years Between one and two years More than six months but less than a year Only a few weeks I just found it! MBS? Never heard of it. Current Results

How it all began

As you can see, today is our spanko anniversary. Several readers have asked me how our spanking adventure started, so here's the story.

I had always had an interest in spanking, and can remember saving the Sunday colour comics and enjoying pictures of spankings even before I could read the words. It was very much a part of who I was. So, when I suggested to my first husband that I'd like a little attention back there, I wasn't expecting the reaction I got. My ex was not simply vanilla - even vanilla can be exciting. He was more of a sno-cone without the flavoured syrup. Not only was he uninterested in trying spanking to please me; he was convinced that only a very sick person would enjoy such a thing.

Fast forward several years. Mr. Sno-cone was gone and Ron was a part of my life. He was clearly a butt man, and that was fine with me, because he gave my bottom a lot of very welcome attention. But once bitten, twice shy, so I didn't want to make the same mistake again. I never asked him for a spanking, and I will be eternally grateful to him for making the first move. I'd like to think that he read my mind or interpreted my unspoken signals, but it was more likely his fondness for my bum, coupled with the row of spanking erotica on the top shelf of my bookcase, that gave him the idea. In any case, it happened.

One night we were in bed being intimate. I was on top, and things were progressing quite nicely. All of a sudden, I felt a double smack from Ron's hands as he spanked both cheeks at once. There followed another pair of smacks, then another. I was overwhelmed with a variety of thoughts and emotions. First of all, it hurt! I was startled, surprised, delighted, grateful, and yes, very turned on. The smacks continued and I enjoyed them as best I could - they really hurt - and sooner than I expected, I climaxed, and so did Ron.

Afterward, I murmured, "I've been hoping you would do that." I don't remember what he replied, if anything. We drifted off to sleep then, but awoke in the middle of the night, very aroused. We quickly made love again, then slept till morning.

The next day, the spanking was all I could think of, and that evening I asked Ron if he had been thinking about what we had done the night before.

"I've been trying not to," he admitted sheepishly. We had an early dinner and couldn't wait to expand upon our discovery of the previous evening.

Ever since then, spanking has been a regular part of our lovemaking, and our lives. Disciplinary spankings aren't part of our lifestyle. Ron simply laughs at the idea. I enjoy them far too much to consider them punishment. They are always erotic and we both still have fun during and after them.

Happy spankiversary, Ron!

Heart is One Today

One year ago today, Hermione's Heart began to beat.

The past year has been a wonderful journey for me. Thank you, dear readers, for coming on that journey with me. I believe I've found my rung on the blogging ladder, and I'm quite pleased with the view.

One year ago, I never thought I would ever be saying this, but now I will. Thank you, dear Ron, for reading my blog occasionally, for encouraging me continually, for laughing at me with me frequently, and for motivating me regularly with spankings to keep me well-supplied with ideas.

Oh, and it's my birthday today too.

50,000 Hits

Today my stats counter topped 50,000 hits. This blog has been around for less than six months, and I think it's wonderful that I have had so many visitors in such a short time.
Thank you, dear readers, for being out there. You've come from one of 99 countries to see what I'm up to. Whether you are a daily visitor or this is your first time here, you're very important to me.
I'm also grateful to the more well-established bloggers who send readers here from time to time, and to everyone who has a link to me on their blog.

Blogging is the best!
Hugs,
Hermione