My New Toy

Wednesday was also my birthday, and Ron gave me a very special present. No, I don't mean a spanking, although that was nice too.

Once upon a time I had a BlackBerry mobile device, and I loved it. It was the property of the company I worked for, and was supposed to be for official business only, but I also managed to enjoy the games on it. I used it for personal email, browsing blogs, phone calls, and all sorts of other non-work related activities. I always wore it in a holster clipped to my belt, and got used to the vibrations it made whenever a new email came in.

Then I left the company and had to turn in the BlackBerry. I was eager to have another, but Ron didn't think I needed one, and said it was an unnecessary expense. Sigh. I went through a period of withdrawal, constantly reaching for the non-existent device whenever I felt a phantom vibration at my waist. But I learned to cope without it, although I still gazed longingly at the mobile phone displays whenever I went to the mall.

Then last week, for no apparent reason, Ron told me that he thought we should have a mobile phone for emergencies. It would be good to know, he said, that I had a way of contacting him when I was out somewhere and needed help. What a surprise! I wasn't expecting that, but I told him it was the nicest birthday present I could have wished for. I was to choose exactly what I wanted, and could do whatever I wanted with it. The only stipulation was that I needed to show Ron how to use the phone feature so that he could carry it if he went out somewhere and I was at home.

So after doing some research on the Internet, I headed to the cell phone store and came home with this:

It's a BlackBerry, but not like the other one I had. This one combines the physical keypad (which I love and wouldn't be without) with the touch and swipe features that all the other cell phones have. I have the best of both worlds! Because it's mine and not owned by my employer, I can download games and other fun and useful apps. I have free unlimited texting too! Texting was forbidden on the company BlackBerry.

Now I can check my email any time, anywhere, and take pictures too. Once I figured out how to use the phone, I put our important numbers on speed dial and showed Ron how it worked.

I love my new toy! Isn't Ron the best? Better late than never, I always say.

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When women get together they usually discuss their boyfriends, husbands, children and jobs and other mundane subjects. Sometimes they share gossip and engage in idle speculation. Let's eavesdrop on this little group. What shocking secrets could they be confessing?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and all will be revealed in an upcoming post.

Now We Are Six

Hermione's Heart is six years old today!

What a wonderful time I've had, blogging and meeting other like-minded bloggers. Over the years, we have had our ups and down together. There have been happy and sad times, and we've laughed and cried together. Old friends have disappeared or retired, and new friends have joined our ever-widening circle.

I still enjoy blogging about spanking, and I can't wait to see what the coming year will bring. Looking back over the past six years, I see how the blog has changed and evolved. With apologies to A.A. Milne, I think this poem sums it up.

When my blog was one,
I had just begun.
When Heart was two,
it was nearly new.
When it reached three,
I was really finding me.
When it turned four,
I discovered so much more.
When it became five,
I really came alive.
Now Hermione's Heart is six,
But I'm not done,
So hold on for seven,
The best is yet to come.

Thank you all, dear readers, for joining me in year seven of our journey together.

From the Top Shelf - Health Hazard

I found a lovely little story by GeorgieC tucked away on my top shelf. For those of you who are fond of schoolgirl naughtiness and the inevitable result, this one is right up your alley. It's an amusing stream of consciousness that takes us right to the heart—or should I say seat?—of the action.

Health Hazard

I've never really noticed the Headmaster's bald patch before. Then again, I've never really been stood behind him. I'm to one side, granted, but still behind him.

He's talking to the whole school now, all sat neatly in their rows, looking bored. Of course they don't know what's coming up. I wish, I really really wish that I didn't know either. But I do.

It's dark back here in the wings of the stage. Mr Ellis seems a bit too close for comfort, stood next to me back here, but to be honest there's little I can do about it.

We were doing Mary Queen of Scots last week in Mr Ellis' History class. I'll bet this was how the Queen felt as she waited her fate. I wonder if she too had wished it could be got over with quickly.

The Headmaster's now going on about the football results. So what? The Under 13s are third in the table. The Under 13s always finish third in the table. Every year I've been at school they've finished third. Next year, even after I've left school and am in University, they'll finish third. This is agony. This isn't news. Get on with it!

Oh God! He's finished that now. Perhaps there are some more sports results to announce. Please let there be more sports results. Tell us about the Under 14 Hockey team. Tell us anything. Oh no! He's got his stern face on now. Even though he's facing the school, I know he has his stern face on.

What's that he's saying. "Serious matter to deal with". Come on, smoking's not THAT serious. It's not like when Johnny Martin set fire to the Science lab. Now that was serious. Although he did get expelled.

"Senior member of the school... smoking... repeatedly warned".

Well, yes, factually so, but...

Oh God! Ellis is giving me a little shove to move forward to the front of the stage. My legs are shaking. Please don't let me trip up. That'd be too much. Ellis is still with me, guarding me, watching me. What do they think I'm going to do, do a runner?

Hell, there's a lot of kids in this school. And they're all looking at me. Some of them have figured out what's going on. The lads mainly. The Sixth Form lads mainly. I can see them sitting up now, taking notice.

Some of the younger kids will never have seen this before. It must be two or three years now. And that was lads. You have to go back about four years for a girl to be up here. Those two that had been bullying First Years. No, most won't know what's going on. But my classmates there at the back of the Hall. They know. They've seen it before. Even from here I can see them smirking. I hope Tony's not smirking. I'll pretend I'm doing this for Tony. Give him a bit of a show. Maybe he'll notice me. Stupid thing to say... of course he'll notice me after this. Can hardly miss me.

What? The Head's saying something to me. Pay attention. My mind's in a whirl. Yes sir, I do remember being warned last time. It was a little while ago, all of three weeks now, but no point in arguing the matter. Just agree. It'll be easier in the long run.

What? Yes sir, I do remember what you said would happen next time. I didn't really expect you to do it though. I wasn't really in the mood to argue it then either. Well, I had just stood up after leaning right over the back of the chair. And believe me, six across the panties didn't half hurt! I was still giving it a rub as I remember. I don't think I'd even had the opportunity to let my skirt flip back down. What was I supposed to say, "No sir, you can't do that"? I think I remember nodding, but it doesn't mean I agreed.

What's happening now? Oh God, here comes Mrs Fraser with the chair. It's looking a bit worn, that chair. I wonder how many kids have had to bend over that over the years. Hundreds and hundreds. Even the younger ones are beginning to realise what's going on. I'll bet they don't realise the whole truth though!

"Yes sir." It's actually a bit of a relief to now be facing the back of the stage. I can pretend that there's no-one behind me. Yes, I know that the whole school are there, but I can pretend. There's no-one looking at me. There's no-one there. Who am I kidding?

Everyone in the whole school is looking. Everyone except Mr Thompson. His face is a picture at the back of the stage actually. He's going to miss the best bit. Serves him right. He's a perv anyway. No other class teacher makes you lift your skirt for the slipper. He only wants to see your knicks! Well, he's got some disappointment today where he's standing.

Where did that come from? I don't remember anyone handing the Headmaster the cane, but he's swishing it now. From the corner of my eye I can see him... oh no, that's too too corny. Holding it in both hands in front of him like that and flexing it. It's like something out of a book. I saw a picture just like that in one of those magazines my dad thinks I don't know about—the ones at the back of the wardrobe.

Oh God! He means it. He 's really going to do it. In front of everyone. Stay calm.

"Yes sir". How high up should I lift it for this? All the way up, I suppose. The Hall's very quiet. All looking at my panties now, no doubt. Well, at least they're spotlessly white today. I made sure of that. I thought it best not to wear a very brief pair today. Not like when Thompson gave me a whacking last week. The boys got a good eyeful then. Not as much as they're going to get today. I wish my knees would stop shaking.

Yes, I thought that'd get a little gasp. Funny phrase really, "pull your pants down". You actually push them down, not pull them. But I doubt if he'd appreciate being told that. Seems odd hearing our Headmaster say the word "pants". Wonder if he says that to his wife? "Right, Mrs Ormerod. I'm ready for a bit. Pull your pants down and get on the bed".

I suppose round my knees will be far enough—if I remember rightly that's what happened all those years ago. I remember that both those girls had rather pale little bums. Well, when they took their knickers down they did. When they pulled them back up they didn't. Wonder what mine'll look like.

"Yes sir". At least this bit I know well. I've had enough practice bending over this damn chair. Right over, grab the legs. Feet together, stick it right up. Gosh, it's chilly though. I mean usually I have my skirt up, but it's amazing how much warmth your knicks give. Mind you, I'm going to be plenty warm in a few minutes. Bet they're all having a good look now. Go on, Tony, you can have a look too. This is for you.

OK, here comes the first one. He's lining it up. Tap-tap-tapping like he does. Yeeow! Ooh, it does hurt more on the bare.

Compose yourself, compose yourself. Here's number two... Yeeowch! Ooh, it's starting to sting now.

He isn't wasting any time...Yeeeowch! Stay down, stay down, it'll only annoy him if I stand up. I'm starting to get a bit numb while stinging at the same time. That doesn't sound right, does it?

Owww, yeeeeoooowwww! Yikes, I think that's four. Only two to go... at least I hope there is. I always assumed he could only give six. Maybe he'll...

Yeeeeoooooowwwwwccchhh! Oh no, for the last two I've had my legs apart. Get the knees together quick. Mind you, they'll all have seen everything by now. Have a good look, Tony, while it's on offer.

Why the pause? He hasn't finished, has he?

Oh no, this is going to be a corker. It must be the last. He's tapping my bum... lining it up. Slowly. Here it comes... OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!

I promised myself I wouldn't cry, but I must have got something in my eye. Oh damn, it hurts bad. Oh it hurts. Oh look, the tears have even dripped onto the seat. Yes, I know my legs are apart, but I don't care, it hurts.

What's that? Stand up? I don't think I can. Pull them back up? Yes sir, thank you sir. I don't really mean that. I'd actually rather leave them off. If I pull them up slowly, and sort of ease them up... and... oh heck, I've been standing here with my skirt up showing everyone my bum still. Don't be daft, it can only have been a couple of seconds. And it's not as though they haven't seen anything.

There, they're up now. Thank goodness I put a bigger pair on. The elastic's digging in bad enough with these. Oh, it's burning down there. I'm sure there's ridges across my backside. Don't feel. Don't touch. I want to stick my hands right down my pants and give a rub, but that wouldn't look too good in front of the whole school, would it?

Yes sir, I've learnt my lesson sir, no sir, I won't be smoking again sir, yes sir, thank you sir, back to my seat... hope I don't actually have to sit down. Down the steps. Down the passageway between the seats. It actually hurts to walk. I never thought that knickers could be so painful, could rub so much. Some of the younger girls are looking a bit pale. You never know, girls, one day...

It's the lads that's the worst. They've all had a good look. They're all grinning, all the lads. God knows what those on the front row saw.

And the teachers. Why's Mr Dawson got his hands crossed in front of him like that? Oh... I know... Never really thought it of him. Didn't think he was like that.

Oh God it's so sore.

Where's Tony? Maybe he could rub it better? Maybe? Should I ask him? Should I?

I don't know about smoking damaging your health. It certainly seriously damages your dignity.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 2

Our topic this week was who decides it's time for a spanking.

Catherine: In our home, hubby determines when to spank, for whatever the reason. However, there are times when I simply have "a need" I am learning to ask if this is the case, but the final decision is up to him.

Florida Dom: I decide when and how long to spank my girl, but she is allowed to give input. She told me she likes short, hard hand spankings as compared to ones with flogger or riding crop. So I give her more hand spankings now. But I use the flogger and crop on occasion.

And thanks for keeping Bonnie's brunch going.

FD, it's my pleasure!

Abby: It is usually Master's decision. I can ask, and He will usually agree. I do not get to pick what He spanks with or for how long.

River: For us, if Ash decides a spanking is going to happen, then it happens. He chooses the when, where, and implement. Sometimes I beg for something different, but he had the final say. I am allowed and encouraged to ask for a spanking when I feel the need. He says he loves it when I come to him with that request, but I really hate asking for it!

Dan: It is usually my wife who initiates. I have been thinking lately, however, that I need to be more vocal in expressing when I think I deserve one or need the penance of a spanking to make up for some bad act or failing. Instead, I tend to just get frustrated that she isn't taking command as much as I would ideally like. I know some people see asking for it as "topping from below," but I don't buy into that. Relationships are an exchange, and both parties need to be able to communicate what they need and want.

Nina: Hubby decides when a spanking is due, though I can also ask for one and since I don't do that just for fun, but more when I really need it, he usually complies. Nevertheless, the final decision on these matters is always his alone.

Autumn: Since we are so new at this, I am usually the one to *hint* at wanting a spanking, although that's not to say he doesn't ever initiate them. It's so thrilling when he does, and they usually take me completely by surprise. I have no problem with subtly asking for a spanking if I need one, although, like most here, I don't like to have to come right out and ask.

Fiona: While Sir will spank when and where and how he so desires, he's also always said I can ask for one whenever I need it as well. I sometimes struggle to ask for a spanking, but I'm getting better!

Rose: I usually ask. There have been a few that Dragon initiated but that isn't the norm. He sets the tone and picks out implements. Once I am in position, he is in control.

Country Spanker: I am the one that decides when Mrs CS deserves a spanking, but she is very clever and often points me in the right direction without me realising. That's another reason why I love her so.

Sir Wendel: It all depends on the moment. Normally I am the one that decides she needs a spanking. Once in a while she will recommend I spank her for misbehaving. For the “Girls' Nights Out” I know the paddle is coming to ensure I behave while she is out.

Dr. Ken: Not in a relationship right now, but when I was, she could ask for one (or instigate one), or I could take the initiative. There was no set rule in the that regard.

Arched one: We are in agreement with most others. She decides when it's time to spank, but if I feel I need spanking to clear my thought process I can ask for one. When a spanking is going to happen, I lay out all the implements and she picks what she wants to spank with and for how long and the position my bottom is presented in.

Bogey: No masters or subs here, so we do it both ways. One of us can decide to paddle the other or one of us can ask for a paddling. We pick the paddled we want used on us.

S: When D decides he wants to spank or I need a spanking, that's it; I get one, like it or not ! Sometimes my bottom tells me that it needs to be spanked, and I know just how to provoke and tease him until, "Right, young lady, you have been asking for a spanking, so now you're going to get one", and I quickly find myself bent over with my rear end getting the come-uppance it has asked for.

Joey: When I Top, I initiate the spanking 95% of the time. I know how hard it is to ask so I initiate the spanking. Several times I have been asked to do a special scene and I always oblige the female bottom.

As a bottom, I almost always ask female Tops to play with me. Almost 95% of the time, I must wait for them to choose when they want to spank me.

Baxter: I am the spanko in our marriage. I initiate probably 99% of the time by asking R for a spanking or telling R that I need a spanking. Once we were sitting at the lunch table and I asked R if she would spank me and after she rolled her eyes, I took her by the hand and went to her workshop, handed her the paddle, bared my bottom and she spanked me. So yes I initiate it but control conveys to R and the result is a spanking with her choice of belt, paddle or spoon. I am a happy spanko husband.

Minelle: Spanking usually happens when he decides, however I 'strongly' hint when I could use some attention!

Sunny Girl: I have to say I ask more than he initiates. Once the spanking has commenced though, he takes charge.

Ronnie: P decides when, where and how I get spanked but any time I feel in need of a little extra attention, I can ask.

Wilma: Barney decides, although I am about as transparent as glass. We talk often after the fact about what implements have what affects on me. His big line is "after all if it isn't working why bother?"

To answer your question about asking. I am not only allowed but encouraged. In truth I have only asked once (by handing him a paddle in tears) and another time he asked me if I needed one, (I suppose that was almost like me asking because he gave me the illusion anyway that I was in control).

During r/a he will sometimes ask how I am doing, but during a punishment...he is in complete control.

Enzo: I am the spanker and always initiate and decide when and where a spanking is due. I would have no problem with her asking for one, in fact I often times wish she would as that would be very hot.

Since the majority of spankings are "disciplinary" in nature, I understand why she doesn't. However she did remind me once when I forgot to give her one and was becoming distracted with her beauty.

RonJon: Being the spanko I tell the Mrs. when I need a good spanking. Most times I have been in a grouchy mood and know I deserve it. I hand her the belt and she takes over from there. We always use a belt but I would to find a good flogger. Anyone know where I could buy one?

Cane-iac has some very good ones.

Hermione: Ron usually decides when a spanking will happen, and I like it that way. I always have the ability to ask for one if I feel in need of some stress relief, but I usually wait for him to take the lead.

That was a great discussion. See you all next week: same bat-time, same bat-channel!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #9

March has come in like a lion this year. Let's hope it goes out like a lamb!

This week's discussion is about taking charge of the decision to spank. Usually it's the dominant partner who decides, but that may not always be the case.

In your relationship, does the spanker always initiate spankings? Does the spankee have the ability to request one? If so, under what circumstances would this happen?

I want to know what you think, so please feel free to express your views by leaving a comment. I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once the busy weekend is over.

You Completed the Caption

This photo produced some awesome captions, and here they are!

Simon: The director had reservations about the stunt performers the agency had provided to double for the two young rising starlets in his film.

Sunny Girl: Glee, springs in shoes, bugs in pants, fright.

King Marshal: I still think we should have shaved and you should have worn the wig....no way we're getting spanked!

Welcome, King!

Ronnie: Roger and Martin were always up for a dare.

Es May: If we lose one more bet, we won't be able to live through the embarrassment.

1manview: It's reverse dress up day in school today. The teachers are dressed up as students, I'm dress up as a teacher. I hope their panties are in a bunch when I give them pay back ...

Prefectdt: In early attempts at covertly assessing schools, the undercover Ofsted agents were often discovered very quickly.

Sir Wendel Jones: Focus on your jumps Daniel-san.

Michael: Principal Kobayashi and Vice-Principal Sanderson honored their promise to do the bunny hop down Main Street dressed in the official school uniform if the senior girls at St. Bridgette's Academy achieved their goal of raising $10,000 for Catholic Charities.

Six of the best: Two cross-dressers, dancing to the song "Skip to my lou, Skip to my lou, Poo Poo. My Darling".

Vfrat25000: Have you seen the two new spanking models that ACME Spanking Productions just hired? I don’t know about you but I’m switching to a XXX fingernail polish website.

The CEO of the National Republican Party and Senator Candidate Michaels tried their best to prove they weren’t the stuffed shirts everybody thought they were.
The latest CNN Poll numbers are in: 1% sexy 99% Creepy… Keep trying boys!

Peter and Chuck couldn’t hold their back their excitement after receiving their admission letter accepting them into the West River College for Women Class of 2018. It seems Miss Poindexter of the Admission Committee left her glasses at home on the day of the interview.

Look at those two goofballs jumping around in the street dressed in school girl outfits!
What are you laughing at? Remember when our Dads said they would make themselves well known the first they visited our campus!
Oh Sweet Mary….If anybody asks I left school and joined the peace corp.

Tell me again, which one is really Lady Gaga?

How can anybody embarrass themselves like those two idiots?
I don’t know, the one on the left is kind of hot in that short skirt!
Now that you mention it…No matter what or who you wrap in a school girl outfit it’s sexy.
Anything is better than last Saturday night’s “Inflate-A-Date.”

Hermione:The last minute substitutes for the interscholastic jump rope competition led the team from Miss Cleveland's School for Girls to victory.

ROFLMAO! That's all I can say.

Please stay for brunch, if you can. It's coming up next.