Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 14

Readers, you have some spanking good Valentine's Day traditions.

Minelle: It is not only Valentines Day for me it is my birthday. This year hubby is away so no Birthday or Valentines Day spanking. I am hoping for when he returns!

Jan: No chance here as he is working all night. Going to make up for it with a few spanky days away next week for his birthday. Hope you have a lovely Valentines Day.

DtBHC: Spanking is a reward for me so it is not dependent on any particular day, but rather on my behaviour and her mood and who else is around.

Pearl: DtBHC, I haven't heard another who got spankings as rewards and not punishments! AWESOME!!

And, Hermione, I truly hope that our Valentine's Day ends with a rosy red bottom for yours truly. But, we shall see.

Katie: If I was home with Rob, or he was here with me, I am pretty sure that there would be spanking. Hopefully that very nice, long, sexy kind. the kind with his hand, over his lap, gradually increasing... Ummm... I better not think about this too hard til I am home! HAhaha! Many hugs and hope you had some nice Valentine's spanky fun.

Roz: We have never really made a big deal of Valentines Day, and spanking depends of the circumstances. What we are doing etc. Alas, no Valentines spanking this year.

arched one: A few days ago R promised I'd get three spankings on Valentines Day and I did. One in the morning fresh from the shower I got her hand and wooden spoon until I was rosy. about 100 I was bent over the sofa arm for the whip, belt, strop for 75 then display position then just before bed time I was laid on a pillow on the bed bottom arched up for her and got the belt, strop, paddle and wooden spoon again for 100. All wonderful erotic spanking followed by beautiful sex.

Nina: We always try to have bonding time on Valentine's Day and this usually includes spankings too. Due to circumstances I had maintenance early in the morning and then the day went smoothly and we actually had the fun spanking I love so much early in the evening (baby dictates when we can do ttwd), so spanking was more than usual present in our house this Valentine's Day.

D: I once found a Valentine card, which contained a saucy little pair of panties, with a suggestive heart on the front, and 'spank here' on the back ! S loved them; they were soon on her. "No time like now" she said, and dived across my lap for me to spank her nice bottom soundly until we were ready to finish off on the heart side. I think it must have been quite a spanking, as she was definitely fidgety on her chair, when I took her out for her Valentine's dinner.

Bogey: We brightened each others bottoms in the morning, had a divine lunch and strawberries in chocolate after dinner.

Baxter: My wife and I went to a Valentine's dinner dance fund raiser for a jazz radio station on Friday night. Not sure why, but on the way home, she informed me that she was going to take the wooden paddle to my bottom sometime over the weekend and apply it at least 25 times. Hasn't happened yet, but the day is young. Am looking forward to it.

Ronnie: A Valentine's Day spanking really depends on circumstances and what we are doing. Doesn't always happen but this year I did get one.
 
Hermione: We don't go out to dinner on Valentine's Day because the restaurants are so crowded on that day. We save that treat for the following week. But we started our celebration off with a heart-felt spanking. Later we enjoyed cheese fondue, and finished the evening in front of the fire, sipping wine and watching Better Call Saul.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #59

Welcome everyone to another weekend brunch. Today is Valentine's Day, a day for lovers, and that includes lovers of spanking.

Do your Valentine's Day activities include spanking? If so, please share the details. If not, what would you consider a perfect way to commemorate the day?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion on Monday.

You Completed the Caption

Let's see how you resolved this sharpshooter's predicament:

Katie: "Now hold it right there buddy!! If you think you are going to spank me after all of this, you've got another think coming! You told me to dress up for our date. You didn't tell me that we'd be playing laser tag on a movie set!!! You're going to have to win, in order to win!"

sub hub: "Why is a laser beam coming out of my gun?"

DtBHC: Every time you miss, that's six more spanks for you.

I can't hold them off forever, grab that paddle and let's get out of here.

Ronnie: Now I'm in trouble, I've picked up the water pistol instead of the gun.

Abigail: Oh no - I daren't move my leg - I'm not wearing any panties!

Baxter: If I get out of this alive, I am going to find my boyfriend and give him the bare bottom spanking of his life. He told me to just drive down this road and all will be well. He won't be able to sit for a long time.

ricky: Drat you, Red Ryder! I'm not your little beaver!
 
Sir Wendel: Doesn’t matter if I save the world, Bob is gonna whip my bottom when he sees what happened to the car.
 
Hermione: Everyone on the boardwalk watched Margaret get even after Nucky spanked her for pouring his bourbon down the drain during her brief Temperance phase.


For more action-packed adventure, stick around for a special Valentine's Day brunch, being served shortly.

Friday FAIL

 Yesterday morning after feeding and walkingthe dogs, I sat down at our computer and jiggled the mouse to wake it up. (We don't turn it off overnight; it just goes to sleep.) Imagine my surprise when, instead of the wallpaper background, I sat the "blue screen of death". There was some kind of scary warning that something was terribly amiss, and I should restart immediately. If the problem didn't go away, then I would need to call a technician.

I pressed enter and the machine then restarted itself, going through the usual boot cycle on a black screen. I saw a message, "no operating system found". Wait, what" I did too have an operating system - Windows 7. "Are you sure you looked everywhere?" I asked it.

The computer replied by restarting itself again automatically, and I held my breath, waiting. The result was the same. "No operating system". I was starting to get worried. What if Ron or I had unwittingly downloaded malicious code that ate Windows? I would have to take the machine in to be repaired, and everyone there would see my browser history. Why, oh why, had I not cleared my history? They would have such a laugh over all the spanking blogs in my history.

I ahd one last ace up my sleeve. I pressed the on/off button and held it down firmly until the machine switched off. I counted to thirty then pressed it again. the computer came to life, breezed through the black screen boot up processes, and then I heard the chime and saw the welcome words, "Windows is starting". Phew!

 I need tp have this inscribed on my Medic Alert bracelet.




Now on to the lighter side of computer usage.

 That's a relief!

 It sure is. Who can remember the password?

Good old spam comments. Don't you love them?



Don't forget to complete the caption in the next fifteen minutes, or you will have seven years of bad luck.

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This young lady finds herself in a tight spot. How did she get herself into such a predicament, and how will she get herself out of it?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will publish your solutions in an upcoming post.

A Cheap Alternative

Many of us have used arnica at one time or another to reduce occasional bruising that accompanies enthusiastic spanking. But what if you don't happen to have any arnica? There's a simple remedy that everyone has on hand. It's toothpaste. The plain old white kind, without fluoride, whiteners or stripes. According to this article:

Before heading off to bed, apply a mixture of toothpaste and skin lotion to the bruise and wrap with an ace bandage or a band-aid to keep the sheets clean. Wash the paste off in the morning and reapply for two or three nights. Bruises that normally take a week or two to fade disappear much faster.

I'll have to try that next time I have a bruise, although the ace bandage might not be very comfortable.

From the Top Shelf - The Electrician's Tale

I recently had the pleasure of exchanging emails with GeorgieC, whose stories I have published in the past. Besides encouraging me to post whatever stories of his I might have, this delightful writer also gave me a few more that I hadn't seen before.

"The Electrician's Tale" is an amusing story of school life and punishment. For those of us not located in the U.K., 'tannoy' is a word used for any public address system, derived from Tannoy, a prominent Scottish manufacturer of speakers and sound systems.

As an electrician you can sometimes get yourself in some sticky situations. I've had a few close calls, usually involving 240 volts finding an easier way to earth than the one planned. But my stickiest moment came a few years ago when I had a simple wiring job to do.

It seemed easy enough. St Ethelred's School for Girls needed a new tannoy system installing. Myself, and Bob and Tony, had worked fairly hard all week, getting the cabling in place, siting speakers all around the school, connecting everything up.

I say that we worked "fairly" hard, because the job was slowed down a bit by Bob and Tony's lack of concentration at times. It was those little minxes in the school of course. They used to wait till one or other of us was scrabbling round the floor, trying to thread some cable under the floorboards, and well, they'd walk past...slowly.

The thing was, you see, that their skirts were rather on the shortish side. And if you were lying on the floor you could see up them. Right up them....  And the girls knew this. And did it on purpose. There were even a few who would walk past you, and having caught your eye, they'd pretend they'd dropped something on the floor, and bend over right in front of you. Their skirts would go right up, and there would be a pair of white panties. As clear as day.

Well, this slowed Bob and Tony down no end. It was terrible.... Tony reckons there was even one of the teachers who dropped some books near him at an opportune moment, but he does tend to exaggerate. Personally, I'm sure a teacher in a school like that would always wear underwear! She was probably wearing a thong. Miss Dawson, the History teacher, was wearing pale blue panties one day I noticed accidentally. But they were ordinary briefs under her tights. Not that I was looking, you understand.

Anyway, I digress. The final day arrived, and we were ready to connect up the system to go live. I was in the Headmistress's office (a real dragon called Miss Tewkesbury) putting the final wires together at the master console on her desk, and Bob and Tony were ensuring everything was OK at the speakers' ends.

We'd had a bit of trouble actually getting any sounds out of the speakers which we thought might be a bit of a problem, especially when you're supposed to be installing a tannoy system. I was checking the wiring to the console. The thing was this meant I had to scrabble around under the Headmistress's desk, and I was just about sure that it was ready to test again when Miss Tewkesbury came into her office.

Now, the thing was that she couldn't see me from where I was, although I could see her through a gap in the modesty panel, I think they're called, on her desk. I was just about to reappear, or cough, or somehow make my presence known in a way that wouldn't startle her when, for some reason, I stopped. One of the girls came in behind her, and shut the door. Miss Tewkesbury did not seem to be in a good mood.

"I am sick to death of this sort of behaviour, Harrison," she snapped.

The girl shuffled her feet, and looked rather downcast. I could see she was one of the Sixth Form, because they all had blue ties, whereas the rest of the school had a rather revolting shade of maroon.

She was a pretty thing, blonde hair, ponytail, crisp white blouse, and the short blue skirt that was de rigueur - and the cause of Tony and Bob's distraction.

"Yes, Miss," the girl said, rather pointlessly.

"I am not going to tolerate this any longer. I am going to teach you a lesson you won't forget. Bring that chair to the middle of the room!" She pointed to a chair on the far side of the room, and the girl walked miserably across the room, picked up the chair, and brought it to the centre of the room, about four feet away from where I was still concealed beneath the desk. I wondered whether I should now make my presence known, but in view of the Headmistress's foul mood I felt that discretion was the better part of valour and decided to stay put. Not that I wanted to see what was going to happen, of course, but just to avoid any mutual embarrassment.

The Headmistress walked over to the cupboard on the far side of the study, and opening it, took out something I recall greatly from my days at school so many years ago. The cane!

I though now that I'd better just stay put. I didn't want the poor girl to know that I knew she was going to get the cane. How embarrassing that would be for her! So I just stayed quietly in my place, watching.

"Right, girl, get your skirt up!"

The girl, who was stood with her back to me, facing the back of the chair, slowly lifted the hem of her skirt higher and higher, until the skirt was bunched up around her waist. There, just a few feet in front of me, were a pair of bright white pants inadequately covering two very round bottom cheeks. I never knew for sure that girls had to do that for the cane. I know that in my school they had had to bend over the desk for the Headmaster to cane them, and it was rumoured that he made them show their knicks, but it was never confirmed.... I could well understand why he had made all the girls get their skirts up. Especially Maureen Lewis, who always seemed to be getting sent to his study for a caning, even when she hadn't seemed to have done anything wrong. After all these years I was suddenly envious of him.

"You've been here before. You know what to do. Take your knickers down!"

I watched, suddenly agog, as the Sixth-former slipped her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, and slowly peeled them down to just above her knees. My line of sight was pretty well filled with two rounded globes, quivering slightly I think - or maybe that was just me!

"Bend over the chair and brace yourself. I'm going to give you six of the very best. Your behaviour today fully deserves everything that's coming to you. Bend over, I said!!"

She bent forward, reaching over for the far side of the chair. I was cramped under the desk, but I dare not move. This was very difficult though, because as she bent over I saw sights that caused at least one part of me to move, and move significantly at that.

The cane was laid across both cheeks, and as I held my breath it rose into the air and came down with a Whoosh! to land with a resounding Crack!

"Ow, Miss. One, Miss"

The cane again rose into the air and once more fell in a sweeping arc, hitting its target just fractionally below the previous impact.

"Yeeow! Two, Miss"

Two neat red lines started to develop across the pale cheeks. The girl's legs started to move noticeably, displaying even more than before. I could hardly breathe.

Swish! Crack!

"Ouch!! Three, Miss!"

The Headmistress spoke again. "I trust you will learn your lesson from this. I doesn't give me any pleasure to have to cane a girl with her knickers down. But your behaviour is totally disgraceful. If you repeat this then next time you will be taking your pants down in front of the whole school!!"

My mind started racing with the possibilities, wondering what old Mr Thompson, one of the teachers in the school, who appeared to be about ninety, would make of it. The thought suddenly occurred to me that maybe a public caning of a pupil's bare bottom wouldn't be a new sight to him anyway. But before I got too far down that route the fourth stroke of the cane landed.

"Yeeeoww!!! Four, Miss".

Each stroke was just slightly below the previous one, neatly parallel. Obviously the Headmistress was an expert in the use of the cane.

Swish! Whack!!

"Yeeow, owww, owww!" The girl was now in obvious distress. "Five, Miss, oh please Miss, pleeease no more!"

"One more, Harrison. This I trust will make you think in future about your behaviour".

She laid the cane purposefully across the rounded buttocks, now glowing red, and slowly raised it high into the air. Suddenly the door burst open, and there framed in the doorway was the Senior Mistress, and peering in over her shoulder were Bob and Tony. Their mouths opened wide at the sight in front of them. I was so surprised to see them that I gave a start, and loudly bumped my head on the desk.

"What? What, what the..." The Headmistress was lost for words.

* * *

We drove back, silent for most of the journey.

"Well, at least the tannoy works!" said Bob.

I was puzzled. "How do you know? We got hurled out of there pretty sharpish," I said.

"Very simple," Tony said. "That's why we came rushing along. Everyone in the school could hear what was going on. You'd managed to connect up the tannoy OK - it's just that you left the channel open. Everyone in the school heard everything! The Senior Mistress was in a right state, and all the girls were giggling at someone else getting whacked on the bare bum over the speakers. What a pity I didn't have my tape recorder."

He started to chuckle, and within minutes we were all laughing our heads off. Not quite a normal day for an electrician.

So Harrison only got five of the best that day. I hope she learned her lesson.