From the Top Shelf - Painful Protest, part 3

It's finally time for the third installment of this lovely story by Andrew Grantham. First Hannah, then Gemma had been caned for participating in a public protest. Now it's Abbey's turn.

Poor Abbey, more forlorn at the extra waiting, wanted the whole thing over and done with. It was, therefore, with some relief when she eventually adopted the require submissive position. The redhead expected Hannah to perform the knicker lowering ceremony. Dr Woodcock, however, had different ideas.

He took the cane from Mr Smith, held it by its tip, hooked the handle in the waistband of the girl's skimpy briefs and sharply yanked them down. He then passed the rod back to the chastiser.

Abbey's bottom was quite sumptuous - sinful, almost. Firm-fleshed and flawless, the cheeks rose splendidly either side of a long deep valley. The red-haired girl felt the cane being placed across the dead centre of her cheeks as Michael Smith measured up the distance. The next thing she felt was that implement slashing a line of fire across her presented cheeks. She forced herself not to squeal, although it was not easy.

Hiss!

Abbey closed her eyes as if blackness could somehow halt the descent of the overworked stick. This time she could not maintain her silence and gave out a cry. Her bottom began to contort with the sizzling sting.

Hiss!

The third stroke was hot on the heels of the second one. Abbey yelped as another infliction of fire engulfed her twin domes.

The two recently punished girls watched their friend's rotating posterior. The horizontal marks looked very angry against the natural pallor of her skin.

Mr Smith wasted no more time.

Crack!

"Yeeeeowwwww!"

The redhead's hips swung frantically and her thighs opened up. Peeping clusters of red curls could be seen by the watchers.

Crack!

The girl emitted a loud bellow and her performance increased in obscenity. It was some time before the wild oscillations began to slow.

Mr Smith then raised the quivering cane and scythed it down onto the tramline-covered bum-cheeks.

A shrill cry rang out as the stick, this time, struck the hemispheres at an angle so as to create the effect of a five bar gate. The earlier hurt was thus reawakened, adding considerably to the fresh anguish engulfing Abbey's behind.

When it was all over, and the tearful girls had been dismissed, Mr Smith drove out of Finch Hall Academy and headed for the council refuse tip. There he opened the boot of his car and flung away the protest placard he had taken to the demonstration against the new road.

Fortunately for him, he reflected, he had been at the other end of the road where there had been no disruptive behaviour. Still it wouldn't do for the girls he had just caned to discover that he had been just as keen a protester as they were!

What a naughty headmaster. He really does deserve a taste of his own medicine. Perhaps Mr Smith would be happy to oblige.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 6

How many swats do you like to receive during a spanking, and how many can you endure? Are the numbers the same? Let's see.

abby: How many do I like or enjoy...depends on what Master is using. We once went for 1000 with His hand...and it was wonderful...more so for me than Him. With leather 100 is a nice number..when the paddle makes an appearance...the smaller the number the better.

How many can I endure....again depends on what Master is using...with His biggest paddle...about 50. In reality..as many as He decides. (yes i do have a safe word, so I could stop Him at any time...so far have not).

Dr. Ken: Well, I'm a Spanker, not a spankee, so the question really doesn't apply. How many spanks do I like to give out? Who's counting???

Fred: As I am the instigator of this subject I feel obliged to participate. Thanks for choosing my suggestion.

I fantasise about receiving dozens of smacks that leave my bum marked for weeks. The reality is different. Six strokes of a cane is the limit most of the time, maybe a few more if I am in the right mindset.  Hand or paddle then it could be twelve.

Mostly the thought is better than the action!

Bonnie: As Abby says, it depends. Five full force swats from a big wooden paddle with no warm up will cause me to invoke my safeword. However, if properly warmed up, I can absorb hundreds of vigorous whacks with a more moderate implement. We have established more than once that my bottom can outlast Randy's hand every time.

As for how many I prefer, again it depends upon what Randy is seeking to achieve, how I feel and the course of a spanking. The spanking I need usually continues a bit longer than the spanking I want. To achieve the full therapeutic value, I need to yield control and resign myself to accepting whatever he decides to deliver.

Wilma: I can't count that high *wink*. Honestly I don't count. I tried once but generally I have to concentrate on my breathing instead. Now if you were to ask how LONG our sessions last, THAT I could tell you. Regardless, punishments are far too long, if you ask me! Meh, such is the casualty of having a hard...head.

Six of the best: When I spank a woman, if its with a cane, we agree it will be 'six of the best', across her knickers down bare bottom.

Sir Wendel: I think the only time we count is on our birthdays.

Lindy: Depends on what implement is used. If it is wood not many before I have had enough but if leather the spanking is usually way too short.

Arched one: This one could be long. The implements she usually uses on me is the belt, strop, wooden spoon, paddle, whip. It also depends on the position. Flat on my stomach cheeks loose I can take 150 with the belt, 125 with the strop. Wooden spoon 55 I hate that spoon. paddle and whip about 75 this is by her count. usually I'm too busy kicking and wiggling. If I'm standing bent over hands on a chair seat or on knees and elbows bottom stretched tight much less. I do love leather smacking my bottom.

Nina: Hi Hermione, this is so difficult to answer, even more so since I have been out of spankings for this year. How much I can take depends on how much warm up I am given and which implement is used. Punishments are always too long and too many, and hubby has me count, when I am able to, but I have no idea how many that comes up to. And the good girl spankings could go on loooonger and be more. :) Wishing you a great weekend.

S: Depends on what with ? One stroke with a cane on my bare bum, is quite enough for me, but bent across D's lap for him to hand spank my bare cheeks is another matter. I just love the feel of his broad palm, raising them to a smarting, very sexy glow, and I think his palm would tell him 'enough' long before my bottom did! Wooden paddle - again a smarting happy sting, but it does leave me with sitting problems for some time.

Bogey: Bacall enjoys dozens of moderate licks from different toys over her panties, before they are taken down. I like about 20 full force on my bare bottom.

Ronnie: To be honest it depends on what P uses and up to him how many I get. I can take more spanks with a leather implement than I can with a wooden one. The wooden paddle Bogey sent over has my legs kicking almost immediately especially when no warm up. I can handle quite a few strokes of our OTK cane. The long whippy cane is another matter.

Hermione: I probably take about 200 or more swats during an average spanking. I like to get a lot, and I can endure whatever Ron decides to dish out, so for me the numbers would be the same.

Thanks, everyone, for joining in the discussion!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #102

Let's get comfortable and enjoy good food and good company at our weekly spanko brunch, happening right here, right now! No reservations required. Everyone is welcome.

Today's topic was suggested by fellow blogger Fred.

How many smacks do you like to receive during a spanking?  How many can you actually endure? 

Leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to participate, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

You Completed the Caption

This pastoral scene had plenty of scope for imagination. Here are your captions.

Six of the best: He says to his beloved lady. "My dear, this evening I will warm you up in a most delightful way. By taking down your old-fashioned bloomers, and spanking your bare bottom, blushingly red.

Ella: "My dear Emma. The next time you would like a serious spanking, please limit yourself to just two petticoats."

Sir Wendel: Even though Margret was easy getting between her legs was not.

Ronnie: Oh Roger, I promise to wear less petticoats next time.

Simon: "I think you used this so called teddy bears' picnic as a pretext to get me into these woods, Sir Roger."

Hermione: This painting, called "After the Spanking" is the only surviving one in the trio of Hogarth's only known spanking scenes. "Preparing" and "Spanking in Progress" have sadly been lost.

Friday FAIL

Today I have a potpourri of slightly naughty pictures for you.

Spanking a clean bottom is so much nicer!

Walmartians and football players take note

Fun size? Ouch!

Wouldn't you love to be the recipient of this message?

Work can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.


For more fun that's not at all painful - more's the pity - scroll down or click the link to Complete the Caption.

Complete the Caption

What have these two been up to in the woods? Nothing good, I hope.

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

From the Top Shelf - Painful Protest, part 2

Last week you may recall that three schoolgirls were told to report to the headmaster's study after having been seen participating in a protest in the village. No? Don't tell me you've forgotten already! Well, read about it here, and then we'll get on.

Hannah has been caned, as you've just read, and now it's Gemma's turn.

As she watched, Gemma wondered who would be lowering her knickers.

Hannah's pleated skirt fell back into place and she turned around. The redness around her eyes was clearly evident. Abbey thought how well her friend had taken her punishment and just hoped she would be able to do likewise.

Places were changed and it was Gemma's turn to bend over. Hannah thought she had better put her hands on top of her head, although she had not been told to do so.

It was Abbey, this time, who was seconded to perform the knicker-lowering ceremony.

The blonde girl was bigger boned than the girl who had just vacated that same spot. Her bottom was quite chubby and deep-clefted and her thighs were sturdier than Hannah's.

Gemma felt the thin wood being pressed into her globes as the sports teacher made an adjustment to his stance. With a feeling of dread, she waited for her ordeal to begin.

The blonde girl heard the cane hiss through the air.

Crack!

Her bottom suddenly caught alight and the breath left her lungs. She kept her thighs pressed together, although she well knew that the total privacy of her quim was impossible, given the position she was in.

The bent-over blonde's skin colouring was a light honey and the first imprint of the cane was beginning to manifest itself. The stroke had been delivered with precision in the dead centre of the delinquent girl's fleshy buttocks.

Mr Smith did not wait very long before applying the stick for the second time.

Whirr!

Crack!

"Ooooooooooohhh!"

Gemma gave a vocal response as the rod rebounded from the springy flesh. The juddering buttocks writhed from side to side.

Hannah's eyes were not as puffy as they had been. Her trim behind was, however, still stinging uncomfortably. A knot of dread with Abbey's tummy tightened as each slash of the slender stick hastened the commencement of her own ordeal.

Mr Smith hoisted the punishment rod high in the air and waited for Gemma's bottom to slow its movements. Then, satisfied with the position of his target, he struck again.

"Yeeeeooooooooowwww!"

The wicked wand dug its way into the ample teenage flesh before its recoil took it away.

The contortions of Gemma's hurt-filled nates increased dramatically. A sizable gap appeared between her splendid thighs and suddenly her honey-pot was on clear view.

The two females behind the chair were absolutely horrified to see Dr Woodcock suddenly lean forward in his seat and stare unashamedly at their friend's centre-piece. How disgusting!

Gemma neither knew nor cared about the action of the Principal. Her sole concern was in coping with the acute stinging pain overflowing from her thrashed buttocks and coursing its way through the whole of her insides.

The man in the chair frowned, stroked his beard with the hand of his good arm, and then sat back in his chair.

The blonde tried to control herself preparatory to the fourth stroke. She was halfway through her suffering - as long as she didn't react stupidly.

Hiss!

Crack!

"Owwwwwwwww!"

The stricken blonde girl did almost jump up and clasp her hands onto her sorely wounded behind in an effort to soothe away the awful hurt.

Fortunately, however, some steely determination kicked in and prevented her from doing so. Her posterior oscillated in a most lewd fashion.

Hannah knew she must have behaved in a similar way. Abbey knew only too well that she, herself, would soon be providing an identical performance. It was all so disgusting. The sports teacher wiped his brow with the back of his free hand. Abbey wondered what thoughts were going through his mind. He was a red-blooded young man, after all, and her friend's sensual writhings must have had some effect.

As soon as Gemma's frantic gyrations began to slow down somewhat, Mr Smith again lifted the cane. Its tip quivered as it halted, pointing at the ceiling. Then it was called upon to perform its venomous duty once more.

"Yoweeeeeeeee!"

Gemma hobbled forward a little with the force of the blow. Her vividly lined nates began their frantic movements once more, denoting the amount of anguish she was having to cope with.

Hannah stared at the lines across her friend's chubby rear. Their vivid ugliness was a clear desecration of the female derriere. She was well aware of the throb still emanating from the similar weals across her own backside. It would be simply ages before it went away.

With tears dripping onto the carpet, Gemma summoned up hitherto unknown reserves and managed to brace herself for the final cut of the cane.

Mr Smith was forced to shuffle his feet as the distressed blonde girl had moved forward a little. The adjustment was swiftly carried out, without the stick being tapped against the trembling, tenderised bum-cheeks of the soon-to-be recipient.

Whirr! Gemma's bum muscles clenched, not without some pain.

Crack! "Yoweeeeeeeee!" The sounds were near instantaneous. The first was short-lived, but the second one was high in pitch and much longer lasting.

The latter was straightaway followed by Gemma's deeply-lined rear cheeks oscillating in a most provocative manner.

"Thank you, Mr Smith," acknowledged the Principal." Still one more miscreant to go. Rest your arm a while."

A chill ran through the redhead's body. She had been hoping that, by now, the sports master's arm might have tired somewhat. Unfortunately for her, he was being given ample time to recover.

Abbey is next. Oh, the waiting!