I get by with a little help from...AI?

Our dear friend Bonnie has been hard at work writing, and here is the result of her creativity. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

AI Said What?

New fiction by Bonnie

Saturday was date night at home for Cindy and George.  It was almost dinner time.  George reclined in the living room watching YouTube videos on his tablet.  His girlfriend, Cindy, was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on her special chicken paprikash.  The distinctive aroma of dinner filled the small bungalow.  Everyone knows about the Hungarian paprika, but the right onions, she told him, are just as important.

“It’s chicken,” Cindy announced with a mixture of pride and insistence.  “OK, I’m coming,” George replied, eager to enjoy another of her culinary specialties.  The chicken arrived at the table atop nokedli, Hungarian noodles, and topped with a classic creamy paprikash sauce.  The accompaniment was parsley potatoes.  Cindy briefly considered adding red cabbage to the menu, but she wasn’t sure he’d like it.

“This is amazing,” George observed, as he made quick work of the savory Magyar feast.  Cindy was more inclined to savor the meal she carefully prepared.  She made certain there would be plenty of leftovers to enjoy later.

As George cleaned up in the kitchen after dinner, as is their agreement, Cindy moved to the living room and scouted the streaming services for an appropriate movie.

“I love your paprikash,” George declared as he entered the room with arms wide to demonstrate his enthusiasm.  “And I love you too, my sweet chef!”  Cindy beamed with satisfaction over her meal’s success.  He sat next to her on the couch as she scrolled through the films.

“George?”  Her rising pitch suggested a meaningful question was coming.

“Yes…?”

“I asked AI whether you should spank me.  He wanted to know whether I had done anything naughty to deserve a spanking.  I replied that I hadn’t, but I really like spankings and we hadn’t done that in a long time.”

“You asked AI?  Really?”  George didn’t expect that.

“Yeah.  I wanted a second opinion.”  Cindy was defensive now.

“But you didn’t just ask me?  What did it say?”

Cindy struggled to conceal a blush.  “He said you should definitely spank me as soon as possible.”

“Well OK, that’s some AI advice I’m willing to take,” George replied, now chuckling.  “Do you know where that hairbrush is?”

Cindy knew exactly which hairbrush he meant.  “Yes, I‘ll go get it.”

George positioned himself in the center of the couch in preparation for all that would surely follow.  He turned on the lamp behind the couch to illuminate the proceedings.  When Cindy returned, George couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked in her blue and white flowered dress.  He hadn’t really noticed before, maybe because of her apron, but she dressed up for him and this dinner date.

“Have I told you that you are beautiful?”

“Yes, but thank you.  Here’s that brush.”

George thought the speed with which she blew past his sincere compliment suggested she wanted to get right down to business.  And that business was spanking.  Setting the wooden brush beside him, George gestured for his lover to take her position across his lap.  As George gently guided her shapely torso into place, he recalled that it had indeed been a while since he spanked his girlfriend.  There wasn’t any good reason why they stopped.  Their lives just got busy.  But now they could start making up for lost spankings.

Cindy was thrilled to finally feel the spanking she had clandestinely craved.  Why, she wondered, hadn’t she mentioned it earlier?  Why did she have to blame AI?  She knew now he would have said yes, and happily.  Next time, she won’t keep quiet so long.

Cindy uttered an almost imperceptible gasp as George gently unwrapped his gift.  But George heard it.  Beneath her pretty dress, he stopped to caress her aqua and white striped bikini panties before exposing her twin alabaster globes.  These gorgeous curves demanded attention and George made certain to pay tribute through a series of light traces that made Cindy shiver.  Incredibly soft and smooth he noted.

But soon, the time had come for the evening’s highlight, or at least one of them.  Rubbing gave way to tapping and tapping to slapping.  Before long, George was spanking in earnest.  Cindy drank in the rising sensuality of his steadily striking palm.

Next came the brush.  George knew his partner hadn’t been spanked for months and wouldn’t be acclimated to this harsh implement.  But he also knew Cindy.  She wouldn’t be satisfied with half a spanking.  He started slow but firm and gradually stepped up the pace, reading her body and breathing for signs of distress.  Her growling moans soon suggested quite the opposite reaction.  Even so, George stopped after a short while to limit the damage that was by then quite evident along the lower slopes of her punished cheeks.

Cindy practically jumped from his lap and into his arms.  They embraced as Cindy landed a passionate French kiss.  George momentarily hoped he didn’t taste like paprika and onion.  Too late.  His next thought was “Wow!”  They had unleashed a torrent of lustful zeal.  Hands roamed and clothing fell.  Each found the other quite ready for next stage.  Their mutual desire was too urgent to delay so the carnal celebration continued unabated on the living room couch.

As the couple embraced afterward, Cindy shared how much she appreciated her spanking.  “The sting was just so energizing, so, so exciting.”  George too appreciated their date night at home.  Spanking Cindy was splendid fun.  So was everything else.

“Are you still sore?”  George knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.

“Oh hell yes!  I’ll be feeling that hairbrush for a while.  But I don’t regret it in the least.  Thank you, my love.  I needed this.”

“Let’s make sure we keep that brush somewhere we can easily find it.  By the way…  Did you really ask AI about a spanking?”

Cindy’s halting response gave her away.  “Um, I.  Ah.  You know I kinda did, but those chatbots are programmed to not talk about fun adult stuff.  So I did ask.  But I, uh, made up the answer I wanted to hear.”

A knowing smile crossed George’s face.  “So you might need another spanking for lying about the AI?”

“Yes, I guess I do, but maybe not tonight.”

 

 

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine

The Price of Procrastination

Do you ever put off doing something that you know has to be done? Our dear friend Bonnie experienced just such an affliction, but she was lucky. Her husband Randy helped her to overcome it. Read on:

The Price of Procrastination

I'm good about getting things done.  My career as a journalist/writer taught me respect for deadlines.  Finishing on time is the right thing to do for many good reasons.  This belief lies at the very core of my being.

But some tasks I avoid.  A while back, I mentioned to my ever vigilant husband, Randy, that I needed to make an appointment to see a certain grumpy doctor.  He's a specialist who I visit periodically.  At least I should, but I know I won't die if I put it off.   But I could get a spanking.

Recently, Randy asked me whether I had made my appointment with Doctor Grumpy.  "No, not yet," I replied.  I was surprised he recalled my offhand comment from weeks before.  But he told me that my health is very important.  I suddenly realized that the health of my butt was rapidly dropping in importance.

So I got spanked with the paddle for procrastination.  I told him that he wouldn't like this doctor either, but that didn't seem to help my case.  He grabbed a solid hardwood paddle with an oval shaped head, sat in the center of the couch, and directed me down over his lap.  I was face down and bottom up, positioned for a traditional corporal punishment.  That's a tradition we uphold.

He raised my skirt and lifted the paddle.  "Bon, you must learn not to procrastinate."  He lectured a while longer, but my attention by then was on more immediate concerns.

The smooth blade of paddle impacted against my exposed skin.  It hurt.  It always hurts.  I cringed in expectation of a follow-up swat.  But he paused.  For what seemed like an eternity.  Am I still getting a spanking?  I wondered.

I got a confusing answer when Randy reached over and grabbed the TV remote.  As I awaited my inevitable destiny, he surfed through channels (as men do) until landing on a sports program.  Satisfied with his choice, I smacked me again.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.  I wasn't ready.  I thought we were beginning in earnest.  But no.  He halted once more and just rubbed the wooden surface across my cheeks.  He seemed to be paying more attention to his show than my scarcely blushed posterior.

After a third delayed swat, I recognized that he was teaching me a lesson about procrastination.    This lesson was more way annoying than it was painful.  I'd had enough.

"Are you going to spank me or what?"  I can tell you his response was everything but "Or what."  He whacked me good.  Then he whacked me bad, pausing every so often to drive home his point.  By the time he finished, my home fires were definitely alight.

After my punishment concluded, Randy surprised me again.  He pulled a marker from his pocket and handed it to me along with the paddle.  At his instruction, I wrote these words on the face of the paddle – "On [date] I was spanked for procrastination."  Then I signed it.  He displayed the paddle on the wall.  He said it’s a better reminder than just a sore seat because it lasts longer.

I made the appointment the next day and I will see Doctor Grumpy on Tuesday.  Fortunately, he won't be examining my bottom.

So did I learn anything?  Yes, I did.  I learned that my queries about getting spanked are always answered forcefully in the affirmative. 

 Thank you, Bonnie, for sharing that painful lesson with us.

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

Let me count the ways

Far from enjoying her retirement, our dear friend Bonnie has been hard at work. She has discovered 100 ways to say she has been spanked, and here they are:

 How many ways can we say I got a spanking without saying the word?

1. A session with the hairbrush 2. A trip over his lap 3. Accepted the consequences 4. Acquired a sore rump 5. Acquired paddle burns 6. Attitude adjusted 7. Bare bottom punishment 8. Bared my bottom 9. Beat me with a bath brush 10. Beat my butt 11. Behavior modification 12. Bent over the couch 13. Blistered my bottom 14. Blushing at both ends 15. Booty blasted 16. Brat handling 17. Britches dusted 18. Butt busted 19. Caned 20. Corporal correction 21. Corporally punished 22. Cropped 23. Dealt with 24. Did the lap dance 25. Discipline administered 26. Feeling the burn 27. Felt his belt 28. Felt the leather 29. Felt the sting 30. Fetched the hairbrush 31. Fire in my caboose 32. Fixed my wagon 33. Flipped my skirt 34. Flogged 35. Gave me plenty to think about 36. Glowing globes 37. Got a red rear end 38. Got a shiny red hiney 39. Got a whooping 40. Got all I deserved 41. Got out the ruler 42. Got the wood 43. Got thrashed 44. Got to the seat of the problem 45. Got whacks 46. Heat for my seat 47. Hit me where the sun doesn’t shine 48. Hit with a wooden spoon 49. Joined the sore corps 50. Learned the hard way

51. Made it hard to sit 52. Made my bum hurt 53. Met the board of education 54. One hand clapping 55. Only hurts when I sit 56. Paddled 57. Painted my back porch red 58. Percussive persuasion 59. Posterior pain 60. Put in my place 61. Received strokes 62. Received swats 63. Reminded who is boss 64. Removed his belt 65. Roasted my butt 66. Rolled up his sleeve 67. Scorched my buttocks 68. Seared my rear 69. Sent to Sore Bottom City 70. Sent to the principal’s office 71. Served some lap time 72. Set straight 73. Smacked 74. Sorted out 75. Stared at the carpet 76. Strapped 77. Struck with a rod 78. Stung my sitter 79. Switched 80. Swung the hickory 81. Taken down a peg or two 82. Taken to the woodshed 83. Tanned my hide 84. Taught a hard lesson 85. Taught some manners 86. Thoroughly chastised 87. Toasted my buns 88. Took my licks 89. Took my punishment 90. Took the paddle off the wall 91. Visited the seat of learning 92. Warmed my seat 93. Wearing welts 94. Went medieval on my butt 95. Went over his knee 96. What naughty girls get 97. When the paddle falls 98. Whipped 99. Wore his marks 100. Wore out my seat

Glory to Ukraine

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 20

Bonnie, you are one in a million.

Fred: Finding Bonnie's blog, and the community that it represented, and all the links, was a revelation. I realised that I wasn't alone and there were others who were into spanking.

Roz: No!!! That is very sad news. Bonnie, like you Hermione was a cornerstone of blogland. Giving new bloggers a start with the in with the new (I know my blog didn't attract many readers until it featured on MBS), providing wonder information and advice and humour. MBS was the meeting place in blogland. Bonnie will be very much missed.

Graham: Wow! Hers and yours are two of only three websites on this topic that I regularly visit. She will be missed, but we wish her and hers the very best. Not sure where to look for all her very regular updates! 

Anon 1: Delurking for the first time in Bonnie’s honor. Spanking is a forbidden fruit - it makes people self-conscious. And then a wife and mom who is otherwise totally conventional holds forth on the mysteries and joys of spanking, and all of the hesitation falls away. She set us free to be who we are, without apology. And brought people together virtually to know we’re not alone. Blessings to her and Randy whatever the future may hold. 

Jean Marie: As I said on my blog, Bonnie was the hub, the center of a vital wheel of this spanking Internet world, a matriarchal mother-figure, the friend next door, a sage with her tutorials, a societal rule-breaker. Without the hub to the wheel, holding so many disparate spokes together, I fear we may not run as true, or make as much progress.
Because she was so down to earth, she was approachable, accessible, her blog was kind of a clearing house. It was one of the first blogs I discovered when I was just discovering my orientation as a spanko. It was a revelation to see like-minded everyday people there!
She and you, Hermione, were role models, pattern-setters, unifiers. She will be so missed! I wish her & Randy all the best!

Norse Cavalier: I loved the way she would direct viewers to the less-read blogs. I don't know even know anymore just how many blogs I found through her, but I know that most of my own readers came from her. I also loved the glimpses of her own life - she wrote in a very approachable way.

Enzo: Like so many others, I was saddened to hear the news.

I personally appreciated that Bonnie was so genuinely welcoming. She was particularly welcoming to me early on when this blog community felt very inclusive and I felt like an outsider. She was ultimately inspirational and instrumental in my starting my own blog.

Wishing Bonnie and Randy health and happiness.

Prefectdt: I am going to miss Bonnie, so much.

Before I started blogging, I first started reading the blogs of spanking models and performers, that I liked to follow as a fan. Then one day I stumbled across a Sunday Brunch, at My Bottom Smarts. And that introduced me to the joys of interacting with fellow enthusiast spankers and spankees, in a far more satisfying way than the chat rooms and forums, that I had tried before. Thank you, Bonnie, for leading the way for us enthusiasts to share our thoughts, in a welcoming environment. And that is what I will remember Bonnie for the most.

P.S. Thank you, Hermione, for continuing Bonnie's Sunday tradition.

Jack: A blog that covered it all, that one could find what they were into. The response you got when you made a comment was the norm. Bottom line, no pun, had to be one of the finest spanking blogs that really had something for everyone. 

Barrel: I was never an active participant on MBS as I found Hermione first. However when I did drop in, I found Bonnie’s wit, humor, candor, content and guidance unmatched. It is hard to say more than has been expressed here and on MBS. But I feel a sense of emptiness. While I am comfortable and content here at Brunch with all of you, it feels as if the foundation of our community has been rocked. I am confident we will all go on. But I hope and pray that Bonnie and Randy’s life will continue as they have chosen, knowing the support and well wishes from us spanko’s is truly sincere and heartfelt.

Salute!

Ronnie: Hermione, sorry to hear Bonnie is retiring her blog. She will be missed.Thank you for letting us know.

Bonnie was the first blog I read. She was always welcoming to everyone. I enjoyed her wit, humour and the advice she gave. I especially loved that she gave new bloggers a start (including me). I will always be grateful to her for that as I wouldn't have met the wonderful friends I have.

Sending love and best wishes to Bonnie and Randy.

Anon 2: I was very sad to hear the news. I start every day with MBS. I always looked forward to what Bonnie had to say or read about her latest spanking. I am going to miss her. I wish her and Randy much happiness in the future.

Karl: Bonnie's blog post content was great and she continued the blog for an amazingly long time but the star attraction was and still is, for a little while at least, her blogroll. Who will take over the maintaining of a future replacement for that blogroll, for as we know, Google is next to useless to find these kind of personal blogs and social media columns. I did try to post comments a couple times on her blog but she didn't accept anonymous comments and I didn't have a blogger account. Thanks for her frank admission that she enjoyed bieng spanked and blessings on her future journey.

Erica: I can't pick just one memory of Bonnie -- I have so many over years and years. We go back to the days of MySpace (!) when I was first blogging there and she listed me on her blog roll. I feel like getting her endorsement brought me traffic it might have otherwise taken years to attain. And she's done that for countless bloggers.

I love her Keyword Chaos. She and I share the same acerbic sense of humor and some

Hermione: MBS was the first blog I discovered when I started searching for spanking sites at work (it would b e several years before we owned a home computer). I loved what I read, and soon made it a daily habit to read every post in Bonnie's archives. I asked Bonnie a few questions which she kindly answered, then she asked me if I would write about my spanko experience. You can read it here. When I decided to start my own blog, Bonnie gave me an awesome introduction.

I eventually took over the task of checking the MBS blogroll for inactive and deleted blogs. This was no mean feat as I only had a dial-up connection on my laptop, but I took my task seriously. I will be sad to see the blogrolls disappear. Bonnie also trusted me to host brunch on many occasions when she was away. That was so much fun!

Dear Bonnie, I will always treasure our friendship.

Becca: So sorry for being late to Bonnie's farewell party. Hope she will see it one day. Hermione, please feel free to copy it over to the latest brunch.

Dear Bonnie,

what a sad day to de-lurk... what they all said and much more. My journey is quite different. I wish I would discover your blog 15 years ago and not this summer.

Full disclosure, I'm vanilla, although as I learned now, so many little quirks count as kinks. For that matter, what really constitutes a spanking? A smack or two do not count, right? What about three or five? Where to draw the line, or better not to? So, I was writing a novel, quite steamy but vanilla, and one summer day, I wrote a scene that involved a spanking that went horribly wrong (they didn't know about Bonnie's writings), wrote it without any research, purely on emotions. And then, to justify what happened and why, plunged into research. BTW, I was right, I described bratting and topping from the bottom without knowing what it is.

MBS was the second spanko blog I found, right after an extreme CDD one. Thankfully, MBS is linked on virtually every blog throughout the blogosphere, and boy, did I stay in this impossible vast, skillfully crafted, generously shared Body of Knowledge. The tutorials alone, I read at least twice each and most, many times over: the elusive why (my favourite), how to talk to your partner, first spanking, fantasy vs reality, bratting, anticipation, letting go (a gem), implements, rituals, more rituals. When in doubt, read Bonnie's tutorial.

I'm still vanilla, leaving vicariously through my characters, following their ebbs and flows, letting them make mistakes, but knowing one thing for sure, I want them to become more like Bonnie and Randy, be themselves, find the way that works for them, because every couple is different, and forget the labels.

There is no sadder day for a lurker and purveyor of fine blogs to find a blog (or forum) written by a brilliant author, smart, intelligent, bold, and sincere, only to discover that the blog is discontinued (not to say dead). A word of advice for those who like me just read, do comment, drop a few words, ask for an advice before it's too late.

Bonnie, I have a parting gift for you, a song/poem called A Bottom Song Since I didn't know how to send it to you, I registered a blog today and posted it there, for Bonnie who redefined the word Bottom.

Bonnie: Thank you, Hermione and all, for these many lovely tributes. Nothing makes me happier than being able to share things I love with friends who understand. MBS provided one such outlet.

I am at peace with our decision. In the end, it makes sense. Now I just have to convince my brain to stop giving me article suggestions in the shower!

If ever you need something that I can provide, you know where to find me.

I wish all of you many years of happiness, fulfillment, connection, and meaning. Let your head do the driving, but allow your heart to navigate.

Farewell, dear friend.

 

Thank You Bonnie!

The good people over at A Domestic Discipline Society decided that after reading the wonderful interview with Bonnie on Ana's blog, we all owe Bonnie a big thank you for all she has done for the spanko blogging community. I wholeheartedly agree!

Like many of you, My Bottom Smarts was one of the first spanking blogs I found. Bonnie welcomed me, corresponded with me and answered my many questions, encouraged me to write about my own spanking experiences, and gave me a wonderful introduction when I finally launched my own blog.

Bonnie has done so much for the online spanking community with her wisdom, encouragement, fairness, positive attitude and good humour. He blogroll grows weekly as she seeks out new spanko bloggers and makes their blogs known to all. Her weekly brunch is a chance for anyone who wishes to, to join in and speak. I consider her a very good and dear friend, even though we have never met face to face.

If you wish to join in the tribute, simply copy the image above and paste it into a blog post, give the post the title "Thank You Bonnie" and write as little or as much as you choose about our spanko leader.

Bonnie, this is your day to hear this phrase echoed around the interwebs:

Thank you Bonnie!

A Wiki Quickie

If you can't get enough of spanking pictures, stories and blogs and need to have more, more, more, then the Spanking Art Wiki is the place for you. Besides pictures and stories, there are little-known facts, an image of the month, a list of recent changes, and hundreds and hundreds of pages about spanking.


The part of the wiki that I am most interested in is the Spanking Blog Wiki. All known spanking bloggers, both past and present, are recorded there. Bonnie keeps it up to date as new blogs come to her attention, and she writes a brief, informative and personalized description of each blog. I give her a hand with the more mundane tasks, but sometimes she has to make some... er, adjustments.



Luckily, this doesn't happen too often!

No blogs are ever removed from the wiki. Here's the place to come if you wonder whatever became of a favourite blog.

Do drop in sometime when you have an hour or two to spare. It's time well wasted!

Three Cheers for Bonnie!

Bonnie, you sure have a great PR firm. That's why your blog is so popular!
One thousand posts is an outstanding achievement, and your many readers cherish every one of them.

Congratulations on reaching 6 million spanks on My Bottom Smarts. No wonder it's bright red!

Happy Birthday Bonnie!

Today is my best blogging buddy's birthday.
Many happy returns of the day, Bonnie. I hope Randy gives you everything you want and need today.
Be sure to drop by her blog to wish her many happy returns, and stay for brunch.
Hugs,
Hermione