Spanko Brunch 2.0 #95

Welcome, dear friends, to another weekend spanko brunch, when we get together to discuss all things spanking.

In Canada we are only hours away from a Federal election. Will the current party continue to be in power for another four years, or will the people decide on a change in leadership and direction? In the USA the parties are gearing up for an election next year, and campaigning is in full swing. That made me wonder about poltics and spanking.

What if you heard on the news that one of the the political candidates in your country had been outed as a spanko? Would that information influence your support or the way you planned to vote? How do you think the candidate's chances of being elected would be affected?

Now that I have put some awkward images into your minds, please tell me what you think by leaving a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to reply I will post a summary of our discussion.

You Completed the Caption

This was the caption from Cheezburger that made me chuckle. And what you had to say made me laugh out loud!

Edward: I think she just watched Two girls, one cup.

Welcome, Edward!

Leigh: A picture of her getting her last spanking.

Nina: Maybe they have taken pictures of her bum right afterwards and they appreciate the looks of a red bum differently?

Six of the best: The man is saying to the shocked lady that is gasping. "Not only did I promise you a rose garden in life. I also promised you 'six of the best' strokes of the cane on your knickers down bare bottom. And tonight's the night, that promise will be kept".

ricky: Oooh, I can't believe The Texas Rangers lost!
Yay, yay, Blue Jays!

Jimisim: She says, "If you think I'm going to let a geeky looking twat like you spank my bum like that girl on the 'tube, you've got another think coming!"
She then covers her face in horror of the thought.

Baxter: Dammit Peter, I asked you to spank me with your right hand, not your left hand. Your right hand always hurts more.

Kingspan: Oh my God! That guy in the spanking chat room was my ACTUAL daddy?

Katie:
He: Honey, you need to see this!
She: What?????? I'm simply mortified!!! How is it possible that my family found out about my blog, and even left comments!! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Enzo: 
Computer Repair Tech Guy: "So great news! Not only did I restore your laptop, but I went ahead and uploaded ALL your photos to your Facebook page."
Shocked Girl: "OMG! All my private pictures too! No, this can't be happening; those are all the pictures my husband took of my spanked, naked ass!"
Computer Repair Tech Guy: "But just look at all the 'likes' and 'shares' you are getting!"

Dr. Ken: "And this is my picture collection of road kill...."

Friday FAIL

After Monday's Thanksgiving feast followed by a week of delicious leftovers, you can understand why food has been on my mind. Let's have some fun with food advertising and signage.

Sounds good to me!

Must be a new kind of flavoured beverage.

Pleased ta meetcha!

That's my kind of breakfast

Used in making the above-mentioned pain.

For an experience that's not at all painful, why not try your hand at Completing the Caption?

Complete the Caption

What does this young woman see that is so disturbing? Shouldn't the man next to her be getting back to work? Is that raised hand a sign of a spanking, or just a friendly gesture? I couldn't possibly say, but maybe you have some ideas.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your speculations on Saturday.

Slap On, Slap Off

Does anyone remember the Clapper? It was a device popular in the 80s, used to turn lights on and off remotely.

It was used in the movie "The Burglars" with Omar Sharif and Diane Cannon in 1973. At approximately the 1 hour 33 minute mark — in case you are interested in checking it out — Diane Cannon's lover slaps her and the lights are now "slap on" and "slap off."


Now there's a butt lamp that you actually need to slap in order to turn it on and off.

It comes packaged like this, but give it a slap and it comes to life.

Designed by Joseph Begley, it can be set to display one of ten different colours (I'd choose red). 

It's handy for when there aren't any real bottoms around to be slapped and you get the urge.

It would be a real joy to have one of these in every room in the house.

Slap on! Slap off! Repeat.

From the Top Shelf - Tim's Turn

Last week we enjoyed an excerpt from Rollin Hand's short story, "After Church", from his ebook collection of spanking stories, Ladies in Charge. As you may recall, Debby received a sound paddling from her mother after being taken home by the police after attending a drinking party. You might want to refresh your memory by reading it here.

Tim is waiting anxiously in the parlor, listening to the sounds of Debby's spanking. But the sounds have stopped, and that means its his turn.

He hears footsteps and he looks up. He can see Aunt Joan’s high heels appear as she descends the stairs. She is coming to fetch him.

She addresses him from the bottom of the stairs. “Go to your room and take your suit off. Hang it up neatly. Do not put on any other clothes. Wait for me there.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He says. There is no use arguing. Aunt Joan has been nice to him during his visit, but there has never been any doubt that she rules the household. There is a reason why the younger children are polite and well behaved and Tim suspects the family paddle is part of that reason.

Tim does as he is told and goes down to the guest room they have fixed up, which is just off the basement recreation room. He is shaking all over. How bad will this be? It sounded terrible when Debby was getting it. And the shame of it, too. He would have to bare his bottom to his aunt, a woman he hardly knew, and go across her knee like a little kid. He is a high school senior. This isn’t right.

Tim undresses as instructed. He sits on the bed waiting, clad in his underpants, a tee shirt and socks. Soon he hears the tread of Aunt Joan’s steps on the basement stairs. He sees her through the doorway as she approaches, paddle in hand. Aunt Joan has changed clothes. She has put away the Sunday dress and is wearing white shorts and a halter top. Her long lean legs are on display.

Aunt Joan pulls an armless chair away from the wall and sits down.

“Come here, Timothy,” she says. “You’re going over my knee.”

Tim quails. That paddle looks serious. It looks solid and Tim has no doubt that it will sting like anything. “Please, Aunt Joan. We didn’t mean any harm. We were just there. We didn’t drink anything.”

Aunt Joan is undeterred. “You are going over my knee right now, Timothy. Your parents approved this and you are going to get just what Debby got. Let’s go, young man.” She slaps her legs.

Tim moves forward and stands at her side. He gasps as she lowers his briefs to his knees. To his chagrin his erection pops out and wags up and down. Aunt Joan sees it and frowns. “Well, I never,” she huffs indignantly. “Get over my knee this instant!”

Reluctantly, Tim lowers himself across Aunt Joan’s lap. His cock slides along her thighs as she adjusts him so that his butt is sticking up high.

Tim feels a few pats with the wood then -- Splat! The paddle strikes, making an earsplitting crack.

“Yeow!” It hurts like crazy. Four more times in rapid succession the paddle cracks down, sending Tim into a frenzy of squirming. The hot sting is incredible. He has never felt anything to compare with this.

Aunt Joan tightens her grip. She taps Tim’s bottom a time or two, and launches into what will be a long and intense spanking. Her delivery of paddle smacks is deliberate -- a steady smack-crack- whap. One spank per second. She covers every square inch of Tim’s flesh from the junction of his bottom with his thighs to the crowns of his sit spot. For Tim it’s agony. His fanny is on fire. Tim can scarcely breathe, the pain is so shockingly intense.

The crack of the paddle resounds in the basement recreation room. Tim wails and flops over Aunt Joan’s lap while she concentrates on the task at hand, keeping her rhythm, spreading the spanks around. Such a cute boy bottom, she thinks to herself. It’s round and firm, almost like a girl’s. Not like her husband’s whom she sometimes takes to task. She can feel that hard penis sliding around on her thighs and reminds herself that it may be time she had another session with Mr. Buxton.

Tim finds himself pleading. “Ok, ok, Aunt Joan. Stop! It hurts! Ow! Ow! Ok!” His legs are scissoring. In response Aunt Joan clamps her right leg across the back of Tim’s thighs pinning him, shoving his face to the floor. Having secured the boy, she launches a new barrage of spanks soundly applied to the crowns of his beet red buttocks.

Smack! Splat! Smack! The paddle’s impact overcomes Tim. His sniveling turns to outright sobbing.

From their vantage point in the flower bed by the casement window, Billy and Shelly see it all. What luck that mom didn’t take their cousin upstairs. They watch in awe as their mother gives Tim a classic fanny tanning -- one that turns his bottom fire engine red and has him bawling like a baby.

Tim can’t believe anything could hurt this much. The tales of other kids’ spanking didn’t do it justice. Not at all. This is the most awful experience of his life. It is a relentlessly increasing hot sting that blazes hotter and hotter.

Smack! Splat! Crack! Tim breaks down and bawls. He is trying to plead, but it all comes out as incoherent blubbering. That seems to satisfy Aunt Joan, finally. She stops, stands Tim on his feet and tells him that he’d better not do anything like that as long he is staying with them.

* * *

Tim and Debby have to spend the day in their rooms. They are allowed out for Sunday supper where pillows are thoughtfully placed on the chairs. Tim’s bottom is still throbbing and he tells Debby. Debby says her seat still feels twice its size. Later on, both of them will experience an intense arousal and the pair will contrive to be alone where they can inspect each other’s damage. When that happens, hands will caress, and sweaty bodies will entwine. There will be French kissing and maybe the unimaginable.

Oh dear! I hope Aunt Joan doesn't catch them. But she will probably be too busy disciplining Mr. Buxton to notice.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 11

Our topic this week was how the seasons affected our spanking practices. You had this to say:

Bonnie: I don't think the frequency or severity of our spankings vary much with the change of seasons, but other attributes do. For example, for very practical reasons, we wear a lot more clothing in cold weather months. We also have a few favorite scenarios that are often seasonal. These include bad cheerleader (fall), naughty schoolgirl (fall), Halloween (fall), workout chick (winter), bikini girl (summer), and so forth. It's fun and injects a little spice into our spanking adventures.

Six of the best: For me, whenever a situation presents itself, I enjoy taking a ladies knickers down and spanking her bare bottom. No matter what season of the year, be it spring, summer, autumn, or winter. Down come her panties, knickers, or bloomer, and whacko do, wacko do on her naked rear end is fine with me.

Nina: Hi Hermione, I think it is like Bonnie describes it; in addition, -not a real season though- once every month chances are higher that I need a spanking to give me my inner balance back. Wishing you a great weekend.

Fred: As I spend most the Summer in the nudist club I can't really go around with by bottom showing marks, so Summer the spankings are limited to the milder implements, hands and paddles. Come the Winter when I can put my pants back on I can break out the more severe implements, canes and crops. I kinda like having these restrictions placed on me, and I look forward to the change in season and the change in spanking.

Katie: I'm not sure that the seasons mean a whole lot of difference in the realm of spanking around these parts. I do agree with Bonnie that it is more of a project for Rob to "find" the bottom of yours truly in the cooler months. The thing that comes to mind for me is that in the colder months, when sent up to undress and WAIT for Rob, it is... kinda cold during the wait. Usually he kindly allows me to jump under the covers until he comes upstairs. LOL! Great topic to think about!

Wilma: Our house is full of kids during the summer months, and people are constantly stopping by. So we have very little privacy. Barney has an erratic schedule so fortunately for us we don't have to rely on just nights and weekend, because in the colder months, we can't seem to shove people out the door!

I have noticed that during the cooler months the 'assault' isn't limited to where my shorts might cover. I suppose that is a difference?

Roz: During the colder months most spanking is usually later at night, once the house is nice and warm lol. Summer time tends to be a bit more spontaneous for some reason...and I panick about anyone hearing with everyone being outside more and having open doors and windows.

arched one: Although we do live North, seasons don't make much difference in when and where a spanking will take place. Unless I'm doing something that requires I go in and out of the house often when in the house I just wear my panties and that gives her easy access to my spankable bottom. As a side note she has spanked me outside in the winter when walking in the woods. I'm happy to say the boots stay on and the pants only come down and the spanking is quick although firm.

Anon: 'Orrible Doggerell

Hurray, hurray,the first of May,
Outdoor spanks begin today.
But do not wait until the Autumn
To spank her hard on her bare bottom.
The summer sun warms her white moon,
But spanks will make it red quite soon.
In winter time her clothes get thicker,
And you will need to lower her knicker.
But paddling hard on well stretched jeans
She'll really know what spanking means !

Bogey: During Spring and Fall, the temperature is just right for a trip to the woodshed. Bacall has already been marched out there twice.

Sir Wendel: Doesn’t make much difference.

Hermione: The spankings themselves don't change, but we can be a little less concerned about noise in the fall, winter and early spring when the windows stay closed. We don't need to check for neighbours out in the yards on either side of us. Sometimes a spanking hurts more on a cold bottom.

Thank you all, and for my Canadian readers, a special wish today: