Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 6

What have you learned about spanking? 

Simon: I think the most important thing I've learned is that I'm not the only person who enjoys it. In the 1970's in a small town in England I sometimes wondered if I was the only person who got pleasure from watching, giving or receiving spankings. In those days there was no internet and the main spanking material available was in the form of magazines which I was certainly too embarrassed to purchase locally. It was only when I moved to London that I realised that there was a whole sub-culture of people who enjoyed spankings and related activities.
Oh I've just thought of something else I've learned. Whilst almost any spanking can be fun it becomes so much better if done with a person whose company you enjoy anyway.

Roz: Great question Hermoine! I have learned that there are different types of spankings, some I want and some I don't. Also that every spanking is different.

Anon: My early spankings were mere pat-a-cakes on the seat of my panties. What I learned the hard way, was after my first long hard bare spanking, my bottom smarted like the devil, but also left me feeling very sexy.

Six of the best: What I have learnt about spanking a women on her knickers down bare bottom, is that it beautifully turns me on sexually and erotically. It brings HIGHS to me. I LOVE it. Yes, I LOVE to be a SPANKO.

Nina: Hi Hermione, I am not sure about teaching anybody, but when we started spanking I had no idea about the different kinds of spanking and what good they can do, from wiping the slate clean to simple release of frustration to making me feel very horny. :)

Ronnie: I've learned there is a difference with each spanking given. There are spankings better than others of course. Some I want and some I definitely don't want. Some leave me feeling very sexy others just a very sore bottom and no sexy feeling at all. Also I can take the cane now which at one point I never thought I would.

Hermione: I have learned how to ask for one in order to get the spanking I want and need.

We've all learned a lot about our favourite subject!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #89

It's back to school this week for Canadian children. Reading and writing and 'rithmatic, taught to the tune of a...never mind, you know how it goes. But learning is important for everyone, young, old and in between. 

What would you like to learn about spanking? Is there something about spanking that you have learned the hard way, that you could teach others?


Leave your thoughts as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to join in, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

You Completed the Caption

You were all brilliant at captioning this very unusual pose.

Baxter: God I hate it when I pee myself and there is no paper, but thankfully the hand dryer is here. Gee, this position is very similar to when I get caned. Hmm, good practice?

Lisa Lynn: My husband has a much better way of heating the seat. Care for him to talk to you husband?

Welcome, Lisa!

Michael M: " Guess I'll have to wash my hands again now."

Six of the best: "I'm trying to cool my off my bare bottom. after 'six of the best', gave me 'six of the best, with a cane".

Red: I hope this works. If my bottom is already heated, then the heat created from the spanking I am about to get will maybe not feel so hot! my bottom will redden so much faster, that maybe he will lessen my spanking!

Leigh: Another way of heating the bottom.

ricky: Well, this is the last time I sit on a block of ice to cool off. Numb's the word, shall I say, has certain disadvantages.

Kingspan: Some people will do anything to avoid getting spanked on a wet bottom.

Mitch: Gee, the tag said wash and wear. What did I do wrong?

Ronnie: If I heat my bottom first, maybe I wont feel the heat so much from the spanking I'm going to get.

Vfrat25000: Megan our nurse is demonstrating the newest invention for treatment of chronic hemorrhoids. The Wall Mounted Hemorrhoid Blaster 6000

Chuck should we tell her she’s in the men’s room?
No she just sat in Old Charlie’s Mega Margarita…That’s embarrassing enough.

Ladies and Gentleman welcome to the latest in Security Technology. This device will revolutionize airport security. The Multi Directional Plutonium Powered Ass Scanner 200. This device has a 99.9 % effective rate of identification of potential terrorist ass cheeks! Please drop your pants, turn and face away from the wall, bend over, touch your toes and slowly back up until the machine confirms your ASSDENTITY. Good…Next please!

Fred is that your wife?
Yes, now be quiet this you tube video is going viral!

Debbie wondered if the additional 350 dollars for heated seats in her car was worth it so she devised a plan to see if she really enjoyed having her backside electrically heated.

Hermione: Now where is that contact lens?

That started the weekend off in fine style! For more entertainment on the last long weekend of the summer, I hope you will drop in for brunch, coming up next.

Friday FAIL

We made it through another week! To relax, let's go shopping for groceries at Walmart, and enjoy some very inappropriate signs and labels. Someone needs to discipline those employees.

Here we are in the produce section.

 Strawberries? Really? They must be the imported kind.

 I'll take a pound of whatchamacallits.

No kidding!

Mounds bars have now been rebranded. Spunow sounds so much classier.

Do you suppose "Nickers" and "Sickers" are actually both Snickers?

I don't think so!

For more fruitful fun, Complete the Caption!

Complete the Caption

This photo appeared in my inbox yesterday and it screamed "Complete this caption, if you dare" at me. So here it is, in all its glory. What do you make of it? I can think of several possibilities, but I know you'll come up with ideas I never dreamed of.

Leave a comment with your caption, and I'll publish your submissions in two days' time.

Speaking of Corrie

This summer Ron and I have become hooked on British detective shows. Most are several years old now, but new to us. We started out with DVDs borrowed from the public library, which has the first season of a large variety of BBC programs. Then I discovered subsequent seasons on YouTube, so we watch one episode a night on our Blu-Ray player attached to the television.

Right now we are enjoying Scott and Bailey, a program  about two female detectives whose private lives are intertwined with their professional ones. The funny thing about British shows is that actors we have seen on other programs invariably appear. (There must be a relatively small pool of talented actors.) Whenever that happens, Ron will say, "We've seen him (or her) before." That's my cue to pick up the iPad, look up who the actors are and find out where else we have seen them.

Okay, I have to say it gets a bit irritating at times. I want to just get on with the show, but Ron needs to know where else we have seen the actor. (Sometimes I think he needs a spanking for being so annoying.) But I keep a tab open with the latest episode, and once we have the character's name, I pause the program and search with the iPad, scanning the list of other shows the actor has appeared in until I find one we recognize. Nine times our of ten, for Scott and Bailey, that actor appeared on Coronation Street. In fact, two of the main characters are Corrie alumni.  I think the count is up to ten now for ex-Corrie residents, and we are only on season three.

And speaking of Corrie, here's a little startle that I caught when two seamstresses from the knicker factory were discussing a recent event they were witness to. Tracy, the owner of a second-hand shop, has gone into the office of Carla, the factory owner, and things did not go well for her.

Izzy: "Tracy came out of Carla's office with a face like a slapped backside."

Sinaed: "When Carla slaps a backside, it stays slapped."

Now, if you are a fan of Coronation Street you will agree with me that Tracy Barlow is at the top of the list of characters who would benefit from a good spanking or twelve. So the brief conversation struck me as very appropriate. If only the writers could make it happen. It would surely draw even more viewers than another tram crash.

From the Top Shelf - Lucy's Research

As you may recall, last week Lucy borrowed a bicycle and rode into the village, where she ran into a police officer. She was tried, convicted, and sentenced to12 strokes of the cane. We had to stop before the actual caning took place, but let's continue now. We mustn't keep Lucy waiting any longer.

Constable Sims had one hand on the score pointer, which was set at zero. She was looking over Lucy's shoulder and nodded almost imperceptibly.

With a swish, the cane sliced through the air. The crack of hard wood on firm flesh was like a pistol shot. Lucy felt the impact make her bottom cheeks shudder, but for a split second felt no pain. Then she screamed as her bottom was bisected by a white-hot band. Constable Biggs stood firmly braced as his young burden bucked and writhed on his back, her legs pumping as she tried to ease the pain. The score pointer moved from zero to one.

The sergeant waited until Lucy had ceased to struggle. The pause must have been fully fifteen or twenty seconds. Lucy felt the tears running down her cheeks as the searing pain seemed to sink slowly from the surface of her skin, right down into the fleshy part of her bottom. She had screwed her eyes tightly shut in a vain attempt to find relief and when she opened them again, she saw, over Constable Bigg's shoulder, that the policewoman was looking straight at her. The constable's hand was on the pointer, waiting to keep the score, and she met Lucy's tearful gaze quite dispassionately.

Some minute change in the officer's expression, a widening of the eyes or perhaps a twitch of facial muscle, gave Lucy a split-second's warning. She gritted her teeth, determined not to scream again. Time seemed to slow down. Lucy distinctly heard, felt, and had time to appreciate, each individual component of the drama in which she was the central figure. The swish of the descending cane. The sharp crack of the impact. The breath driven through her clenched teeth in a strangled hiss. The searing heat across her bottom, focused in a narrow band just a fraction below the first. The dry scrape of the pointer as Constable Sims moved it from 'one' to 'two'.

The painful sequence was repeated four more times, with that deliberate measured pause after each stroke so that Lucy could fully appreciate what was being done to her bottom in the name of justice. She managed to maintain silence, apart from a muffled grunt for the third and fourth but the fifth defeated her and the sixth made her howl uncontrollably.

As the sobs racked her body, Lucy waited for the seventh stroke. She knew she was at the limit of her endurance and could not imagine how she was going to survive another six. The sergeant had been meticulous in his aim, and she could feel each individual weal, each a fraction lower than the preceding one. Her whole body had jerked with the shock of each stroke and her arms felt ready to leave their sockets with the strain of supporting her full weight. Her breasts were squashed into the broad back of Constable Biggs's tunic and felt hard and tender. Worst of all, her bare pubes had chafed on the rough material of the officer's uniform with each spasmodic wriggle and, despite the throbbing bruises, or perhaps because of the heat of them, she could feel herself lubricating uncontrollably.

The wait for the next stroke of the cane seemed interminable then, to her amazement, Lucy felt Constable Biggs straighten up; felt her feet touch the stool again. She sighed with relief as the tension in her arms relaxed, and felt a surge of hope as the sergeant replaced the cane in its place on the rack. Her rising spirits were immediately dashed.

"The first part of your punishment is complete." The sergeant was facing her now, sounding very formal. "You have ten minutes to compose yourself after which the remainder of the sentence will be carried out. Constable Sims will escort you in the meantime." He took Lucy's hands and released the manacles which held her wrists.

Lucy felt her knees go weak. This was too cruel! Seeing Lucy stagger, the policewoman stepped forward to support her.

"Come along, Lucy, get a grip on yourself." The voice was not unkind and the use of her first name penetrated Lucy's bemused senses. She looked at the officer questioningly. What did they expect of her now?

As if in answer to the unspoken question, Constable Sims took Lucy's arm. "Pick up your panties, bring them with you and come with me. We'll see if we can't tidy you up a bit; you look quite a sight." As she spoke, she reached behind Lucy with her free hand and pulled off the tape which held Lucy's skirt up.

Long past any embarrassment which she might have felt, Lucy automatically brushed her skirt into place and stiffly bent to collect her panties, which lay on the floor. The woman constable led her, panties clutched in one hand, from the punishment room down another featureless corridor to the ladies' toilet. Once inside, she briskly arranged the unresisting Lucy with her hands on the edge of a wash basin, raised her skirt again and began to dab at the weals on Lucy's bottom with a sponge soaked in cold water.

"This will bring out the bruising and soothe you a bit. It's all I can do for you at present, I'm afraid."

Lucy dabbed at her eyes and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was red and what little make-up she had worn was now streaked. She made a half-hearted attempt to clean her face. "Thank you." She managed the phrase without another sob. "What happens next?"

"We have just a few more minutes," Constable Sims explained," then I'm afraid I have to take you back."

Lucy's face and any reserves of spirit she might have left began to crumble. She felt the tears welling up. Despite the cold sponge, her bottom was throbbing terribly and as she put a tentative hand to the afflicted area she could feel the ridges left by the cane in distinct parallel lines.

"Come on, now, don't cry anymore. You'll survive. Yours isn't the first bottom to be caned here by any means, I can assure you,and it won't be the last."

"It's all right for you to say," Lucy snivelled. "You don't know what it feels like."

"Listen, you silly girl, that's all you know - and in any case you have brought this upon yourself." Lucy looked closely at the woman constable and for the first time realised that she was probably only a year or so older than Lucy herself. "You mean?" she began uncertainly.

"I'm not saying any more, let's just say I know just what it feels like. If I were you, I'd just try and relax. It's worse if you are all tensed up, believe me. Just keep your legs together and relax. Now, time's nearly up. Come on, otherwise I might well feel the sergeant's belt across my arse. You have one minute to make yourself comfortable. I'll be waiting outside."

Next week: round two.

To re-read the entire story, go to this post - From the Top Shelf - scroll down to A Degree of Discipline, and you will see all the posts from the story, in order.