Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for August 7

This week we explored how olfactory sensations have a connection with spanking. Here are your thoughts.

Mindset: I like the smell of leather. His belt. Then it around my neck as he takes me.

Yes, leather.

Faerie:  Gasoline, weird huh? My hubby works with cars so he often smells of gasoline and after all the years we've been together I can't smell it without thinking of him. Makes for interesting times putting gas in the car.

Ronnie: The smell of roses Hermione. Reminds me of the time P bought me some, two bunches in fact, one of which went in a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking. Very memorable.

Daisychain: What an unusual question! No, unfortunately not. In truth, my spankings are so few and far between, there is no specific routine, smell, ritual yet. Thanks for hosting, Hermione! xxx

MarQe: Difficult one ?!! Leather is the obvious choice I guess & I have an old pine butter pat that I use as a paddle that as a definite aroma due to its age.
I guess I don't use my nose too much when I'm spanking a naughty girl! I'll be sure to try next time !! Thanks Hermione !!

Make Mine Red: I would also have to say leather. Leather belts, leather straps, leather paddles. I like leather, including its smell.

Mikki: Hi... thanks for the invite, nice lady! This is my very first Brunch! I guess I'd have to say my husband's cologne, not because he is the one who would be spanking me, but because when I'm being spanked, I'm usually face down bottom up on his side of our bed. Brings back wonderful memories when he's getting ready in the mornings!

Welcome, Mikki!

Lea: Interesting question. If someone wears a particular cologne or something, I usually notice that and it will remind me of the spanking at a later time when noticing that scent. But it's not something that is always present.

Certain implements, especially when new, have a scent as well, whether it be leather or wood lacquer. I guess I should just be thankful that no bad smells come to mind in thinking about my past spanking experiences, lol.

Dieseldiva: Pine Sol. LOL! Mine always take place in our basement and that's what we mop with. Since my head is close to the floor.... Probably one of the few folks that gets excited in the cleaner aisle. :)

Michael M: My wife and I have separate bathrooms. She has sole use of the en-suite and I use the guest room. The perfumes and oils in her room are definitely associated with spankings, as I go in there for only two reasons.

The first is to clean it, as this is one of my weekly chores. The second is to collect the bathbrush from its hook in the shower when it is about to be used on my bottom.

Prefectdt: An old memory but a fond one of wooden floor polish. This reminds me of a playmate, from a while ago, who was very particular about two things. Firstly that her solid wood flooring was properly and regularly maintained and secondly that her spankees where always bent over as far as they could go, so that the skin of the bottom was stretched as tight as it could be, resulting in my nose never being more than a few inches from the floor, when taking some. Strangely I have always appreciated a well cared for floor (whatever it is made of), to look at whilst being spanked, since then.

Baby Girl: Since I am STILL a spanking virgin, I can't really offer an informed opinion, so I'll just say I am really interesting in the feeling of hand on skin for my first -- which I am hoping will be a good old fashioned OTK.

Welcome, Baby Girl. I hope it happens soon!

Michelle Carlyle: Mindset has it right. Leather, leather, leather. Sometimes wood of the paddle, but mostly mmmmmm leather turns me on. And his cologne. And the smell of sex in the room afterwards. That man/cologne/sex smell. Lovely.

Joey: I love the look and smell of wood. I helped my dad in his cabinet shop so I grew up cutting, sanding and polishing pine, birch and oak.

Hermione: I always wear a certain perfume on the day I know I'll be spanked. I put some on first thing in the morning, and the scent helps build the anticipation throughout the day. Just before it's time, I spray on a little more all over, and when the paddle connects with my bottom, I inhale the fragrance.

Thank you all for making the detour here for brunch. It's always a pleasure to prepare something special for you. Bonnie will be back next week.

MBS Spanko Brunch #290

Welcome, everyone, to brunch in the Canadian woods. I'm so pleased you found your way here. Since Bonnie and Randy are away this weekend, I'll be your hostess.

Spanking is an activity that impacts all the senses. Today, let's discuss how our sense of smell is involved.

Is there a particular aroma that you associate with your spanking activity? Do you have an implement, a room, or a spanking partner that is special because of its fragrance? Are you aware of a scent that brings back memories of a significant spanking?

If you would like to share your thoughts about our topic, please enter your response as a comment. Once everyone has spoken, I will post an edited summary of our conversation.

Dat Old Time Ass

This ad is promoting the health benefits of yeast as a way to enhance your figure. Makes sense. You eat the yeast, it rises, your bum puffs up.

Let's all go buy some today!

The Hourglass

Some time ago, I told you about my desire to use an hourglass to time our spankings. My wish came true last week. (I know you're all saying to yourselves, be careful what you wish for.)

I had been browsing through some shops on my lunch hour, and happened to find a fifteen-minute hourglass, intended as a desk ornament. It was black wood, and the sand was sparkling white. The price was reasonable so I bought it, and started to plan how we would use it.

I still had some time before I had to return to the office, so I continued on to the next shop that looked interesting. Wouldn't you know it? There were hourglasses for sale there too. They were only five-minutes ones, and I didn't think that would allow us to even get started, so I left them on the shelf.

The following Saturday I told Ron that we had a new accessory for our spanking encounter.

"So, how long is it for?" he asked, but I wouldn't say. I didn't want him to worry about the length of time.

"That's for you to find out. Be creative and keep going until the sand runs out."

He chose the bamboo spatula, the belt and the ping pong paddle and got down to business.

The spatula was first, despite my objections. It is so stingy at the best of times, but on an unwarmed-up bottom - yeowch!

The belt came next, but Ron didn't give me much time to savour it before he switched to the ping pong paddle.

"You're using the red side, aren't you?" I thought a little conversation would help the time pass more quickly.

"Right." As Ron rotated through the three implements again and again, I guessed the colour of the side of the paddle he was using. I was usually wrong.

Even though I was becoming numb, the two wooden paddles still elicited shrieks from me. When the belt was applied lower down, to the top of my thighs, I felt that sharply too.

I looked up at the hourglass sitting on top of my dresser. Was it stuck?

"How's this working for you," Ron inquired.

"Oh, fine." Me and my bright ideas.

"Is it 20 minutes?"

"No, 15." No point in concealing the number now.

"You've got five minutes left."

Ron resumed his paddling with renewed energy.

 Suddenly I heard a loud crack and something hit the wooden floor to my right. The bamboo spatula had broken.

Ron was concerned. "Can it be fixed? Glued? It's split here." He showed me where the wood had separated.

"You would have to sand it. I might get splinters."

"It's not worth it then. But it was my favourite." They're all his favourites at the time. Ron put the spatula aside and picked up the belt. I glanced at the clock and did some rapid mental arithmetic. Thirteen minutes had passed. The belt came down hard, once, twice, then Ron stopped.

"There's blood."

"Blood? Really? Where?"

"Right here." Ron touched a spot between my cheeks. "I don't know how I did that but we'd better stop."

Fair enough. Together we watched the last grains of sand trickle down onto the tiny mound in the lower half of the timer.

Two hours later, I checked my bum in the mirror. It was still bright red. I told Ron, and he seemed rather pleased.

"That should do you for three weeks or a month."

I gave him a hug and a big kiss. "I don't think so. I'm so greedy."

Maybe I should go back and buy the five-minute timer. We could always turn it over when the sand ran out.

Silly Spellchecker

I type many of my posts on my BlackBerry. It's a convenient way to capture an idea as it occurs,  or record a news item from the paper that has in some way inspired a spanking thought. But I never realized that the built-in spellchecker function doesn't seem to recognize the word "spankings". The singular form is fine. But put an "s" on the end (who has just one spanking?) and it underlines the word, flagging it as an error.

What are the suggested corrections? There are two: span king (the former nom de plume of a spanking blogger) and the singular form - spanking.

I did some research by typing other discipline-related words, and here's what my little gadget suggests as replacements:

Spanker  (spanner or spanked)

Spanko (spank or spanks)

Spankee (spanked)

Spankophile (spaniels, Spanish, spanning, spangled)

OTK (ok, irk,  oak,  OT, OTC)

TTWD (tied, tad, toad, Todd)


Silly spellchecker. I need to figure out how to make some additions to the custom dictionary.

A Safety Message

(courtesy of my husband)


What causes the most accidents in Canada ?

Not cell phones

Not the radio
 
Not the GPS monitor

Not talking

Not texting

Not watching a car video

Not changing a CD

The most frequent cause of accidents in Canada is:

Yep! You guessed it !


 


Inappropriate footwear.

From the Top Shelf - The Invitation

"The Invitation" by Lacy Danes is from Naughty Bits, an anthology of erotic fiction. It is a story written in true bondage and discipline style. I've selected the bits I liked best for your enjoyment.

...

A hike is something I have always enjoyed and a scene in the woods something I relish. My pussy throbs as images of you handcuffing my arms around a tree and f***ing my ass flood my thoughts. Yum.

...

My pussy quivers remembering the last time I walked this path. Remembering you used your new crop on me, then f***ed me as I trembled, floating in a euphoric haze looking out at the serene lake.

...

I come to the small clearing, the tree where we were caught with our pants down. I grin, wanting to relive that moment, to stay cuffed to the tree as the woman passed instead of you uncuffing me before she could see us. A small giggle bursts from my lips. God, I love to be watched, caught...it is a thrill like no other.

...

Your mouth quirks up as I reach your side. "Greet me properly."

My lips curl into a smile. "Yes, Master."

...You grasp my chin... "Stand."

...The unyielding grip of your fingers on my jawbone washes through me and I tremble. Even the lightest touch from you on my skin makes me shake but when you firmly grasp me, my vision hazes and I begin to float in the euphoric bliss that goes back ages in time. Dominant man in control of his spirited woman. I stand without hesitation, my eyes clouded with nothing but the vision of pleasing you. Of giving you all my power to do with as you wish.

...

You walk me to the trees. There your fingers wrap my palm and you raise my arm, placing a fur-lined cuff about my wrist. The cuff is attached to the tree by rope. You do the same with my other hand, smiling a very devious smile. God, I love that smile. It is the smile that inhabits my every dream, my every memory of us. I tug my arms to see if I have any room for escape. The cuffs dig into the base of my hand but don't slip over.

"No escape."

"Yes, Master. You know me, I had to check." I grin at you.

You laugh as a blindfold emerges from your pocket and you slip it over my head. The soft fur underlining slides down my forehead and the last thing I see is your lips grinning at me.

Oh dear...what do you have planned?

...

Your footfalls sound and I sag slightly on my arms allowing the rope and cuffs to support me. Your voice calls from behind me, not far, but not close. "Arch your back and display your ass to me."

I hear the rustling of tree leaves as I widen my stance and thrust my ass back in the direction of your voice.

Swoosh...

Swoosh...

"This will do quite nicely." Your tone holds a note of humor. What this is I have little time to consider.

Swoosh...

A long thin switch cuts across my buttocks, hard. I suck in a startled breath and tense my body, readying for the next blow.

Swoosh...

The rough wood cuts across the backs of my thighs. I cry out, half-startled, half from the pain. Tears spring to my eyes, my lungs tighten, and my shoulders press up to my ears as prickling heat radiates up my body to the core of me.

"Yes, indeed. Quite well. Don't you agree, my sweet?"

Heated arousal washes over me at the tone of your voice and I begin to relax. The muscles of my shoulders sag, and all the air flows out of me. "Indeed, Master."

The switch hits again, this time more gentle. The tip taps and taps my buttocks and thighs, slowly increasing in intensity and frequency. Warming my skin, readying my muscles for the more intense strokes I know will follow.

I pull on my hands. I twist against the leather cuffs that restrain me and stomp my feet. The hits get harder and closer together and I cry out.

"Indeed. Take a deep breath and breathe, my love." You pull in a sharp lungful of air and I know before the sound of the switch cuts through the air this will be a harsh one. I tense, readying for the heat and pain.

Swoosh...

The switch harshly caresses my ass.

I inhale through clenched teeth, and slip...slip into that state I so crave. My muscles liquify and peaceful calm washes over me. I stand absolutely still and quiet as a shy child, hanging in the blissful haze as the leather cuffs and rope hold me.

Swoosh...swoosh...swoosh...swoosh...

I rock and sway to each knee-weakening hit.

You stop. I hear your heavy breathing behind me. Your fingertip gently traces a welt on my ass. I lift my head just a fraction then drop it back down. Your footfalls on the dirt indicate you are coming around to the front of me. The warmth of your breath caresses my ear.

"How are you doing, my love?"

I lick my lips and swallow. "Quite well, Master."

"Exactly what I wanted to hear."