Wednesday, December 16, 2015

God Save the King

We have been enjoying the original House of Cards television series, made in the 1990s starring Ian Richardson, and not to be confused with the current American remake with Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright. The original is much better.

Recently we watched the episode from season two in which the king (admirably played by Michael Kitchen, who sounds exactly like Prince Charles) visits the poor neighbourhoods in some of the cities in England.
 

He is greeted by a rousing chorus of God Save the King played by the residents on a collection of steel drums. They did a pretty good job!

As it happened, I got spanked later that same day. Ron used, among other implements, a sturdy wooden spoon. As he paddled, I thought I detected a familiar rhythm.

"Are you playing 'God Save the King'"? I queried, referring to the television show we had just seen, and hoping he might stop to answer and give me a bit of a break.

"Could be," he replied, never missing a beat. Sure enough, he tapped out an entire verse of "God Save the Queen" (it won't be renamed "God Save the King" for a long time to come, I hope) on my poor bottom. His rendition wasn't as melodious as the steel drum version, but I added some vocal accompaniment.

Note to American readers: the tune is the same as "My Country 'tis of Thee" in case you want to hum along.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Jeannette

This is a short story from an American spanking compendium called So Spank Me by Jay Lawrence and E. Edmund Debarquet. I hope you enjoy "Jeannette".

In which a sassy young miss underestimates the amount of time it takes to ride the roads and discovers that kindling is not the only thing in woodsheds that burns...

I slammed my Harley into Three Mile curve with the throttlecranked damn near open, wind howling in my hair and hot summer air blasting my face. The speedometer needle quivered around 85 and the hog ate the tarmac like a pig in Wendy's. I was six miles down the back road with another six to go. I hunched lower on the saddle and opened the throttle even more, 85, 90... Throttle down, clutch, drop gears, clutch out, down to 60 and open the throttle again for the curve.

At this rate I'd cover the distance in about ten minutes.

I was on my way to see Jeanette. Sassy Jeanette.

At least, sassy when she thought I was safely in my workshop with my Harley in half a dozen pieces all over the goddam floor. The thing was, when she started sassing me on the phone I hadn't had time to mention that I'd pulled an all-nighter and got the machine back together.

So after a fair amount of sass, I said, "You know, Jeanette, what you really need is a spanking."

"Oh, sure," her voice had come back over the line, smug and smirking, "You and whose army, big guy?"

"I have half a mind..." I said.

"...I know."

"...to come over there, get your mom's leather paddle off the wall, and take you out to the woodshed."

Her mother had a really nice leather paddle she'd got a shoemaker friend to make up. It got used mostly on the young kids in the family. Had been used on Jeanette when she was young. I figured she had probably forgotten what it felt like.

"Yeah, well, it's a long walk and I wouldn't be here when you got here," she giggled.

"How long do you think it would take me to get there?" I asked.

"Longer than your dong." Giggles.

"Alright," I said, "tell you what, smarty pants. I'll make you a deal. You go out to the woodshed and wait a half hour. I'll start from here. If I make it in a half hour you get the spanking. Deal?"

"What if you don't?" Pouting. She had it made, no question.

Good old deBarquet humping his ass down the highway in the futile hope of spanking sexy little Jeanette's well-packed bottom.

"I'll buy you something."

"Maybe. But you aren't allowed to hitchhike or get a ride from friends."

"OK," I said, smiling from ear to ear, "no hitching, no getting a ride from friends. Deal. Now, you hang up the phone and go out to the woodshed. Take Sandi's paddle with you."

She had hung up with another giggle.

I knew this little witch. She would do exactly that. Take the paddle and go out to the woodshed. And wait exactly half an hour. Then probably she'd get her bicycle and pedal down by Rafter Ridge, so she could spend a delightful half hour or so watching deBarquet humping along the highway far below. Then she'd make herself scarce, her little ass safe from the deadly leather paddle. I had to laugh as I leaned the Harley into the last curve before Jeanette's cabin came into view. She would be in the woodshed, giggling away to herself, probably swinging the paddle in the air, whistling a little ditty she'd composed based on my second name, which is Edmund, by the way.

I wondered when she would first hear the throaty roar of the Harley. Probably as soon as I came around the Stone Finger about a half mile from her place. I could just see it. The blood would drain from her face as the little witch heard the motorbike. At first she would hope it was Lazy Billy, who rode a hog and lived about three miles further along. She'd wait, rembling, listening for the Hog to roll on by and on up to Lazy Billy's.

I looked at my watch and laughed again. 3:23. We'd hung up our phones at 3:12 or so. About twelve minutes. She'd have to stay in the woodshed nearly twenty more minutes.

I throttled down, then rode leisurely past her rutted driveway, knowing that behind her cabin, in the woodshed, a snippy little miss would be breathing a sigh of relief, perhaps rubbing at her bottom. Just Lazy Billy. Edmund's bike was still in pieces. Her firm little bottom would not feel the paddle today.

Or would it?

About a hundred yards along I swung the Harley around and drifted back to her driveway. Now she'd be sweating. What would she think? That Lazy Billy was riding by and suddenly took it into his head to drop in?

I moved up the driveway, the heavy cycle bouncing a bit on the ruts, the rumble of its pipes echoing off the cedar forest all around me. I swung around the corner of her cabin, noting that there was no sign of life. Good. Sandi and the little ones were out. That would make it easier. I pulled up on the packed earth of the back yard, clutch in, gently cracking the throttle with my right hand. There were a couple of chickens scratching at the packed dirt. A rusting child's swing set stood abandoned nearby. The back of the woodshed was directly before me. I didn't have too long to wait.

Jeanette came around the corner, her face pale, walking like she was stepping in dog dip the whole way. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"Eddie..." she said.

"Cor-rect," I laughed.

"Your bike..."

"Is fixed. Was last night. You just didn't ask the right question."

Jeanette licked her lips, and ran a nervous hand through her long, curly black hair. She was wearing a yellow halter top that didn't do much to conceal her budding young breasts and her hips were encased in tight, faded blue jeans. She was wearing black leather, ankle-length boots with a silver chain around the right ankle.

I swung off the bike, setting the heavy kick-stand and killing the engine. I could hear birds singing in the sudden stillness of the yard. From somewhere came the crackle of a grasshopper. A light breeze had come up and played through Jeanette's hair.

She looked at her slim-line watch. I laughed. No help there. I'd made the trip in less than 15 minutes, including the time I'd spent screwing around and making her think I might be Lazy Billy. No Lazy Billy today, darling. Just Spanky Edmund.

I walked over to her, smiling a victory smile. Her eyes got even wider.

"Ah, you want to go inside for a beer?" she tried as I drew up to her.

"Well, I sure would," I smiled, taking her by her arm.

Relief flashed across her beautiful face. Thank god. It was just a joke. Just for a moment her right hand caressed her ass through the skin-tight jeans.

"But first," I said, gently turning her around towards the woodshed, "there's a little business in yonder shed, right?"

"EDDIE..."

She dug her heels into the yard earth, hanging back from the suddenly dreaded woodshed. Did her no good. I was six foot one of young muscle, and slinging her over my shoulder was effortless. Draped over my shoulder, her little ass was perfectly positioned and I gave her a cracking spank with my right hand!

SMACK!!

"OW!"

She kicked, but I had her legs wrapped in my left arm. I started to walk into the woodshed. God, but her little ass felt good. So round and firm. I couldn't resist.

SMACCKKK!!

I gave her another spank on the seat of her jeans!

"OW!!" she yelped, tightening her little ass, "That's enough, Eddie! It's enough!!"


I stepped into the coolness of the shed, beautiful Jeanette still draped over my left shoulder. There on the floor beside a massive chopping block was the leather paddle, just where Jeanette had dropped it when she heard the Harley roll into her yard. I bent forward, placing Jeanette's feet on the floor. The shed was cool and smelled of fresh cut cedar, a smell that has stayed with me ever since. I cannot smell fresh wood without thinking of that sultry summer day and Jeanette. Beautiful, sassy little Jeanette.

Before she could say anything I had stooped and scooped up the leather paddle, an ominous eighteen-inch double strip of heavy leather, stitched up the sides and well-worn from a generation of bottoms.

"It's time, babe," I said, grinning at her, not letting go of her arm.

"Eddie, I take it back, what I said," she said, apprehension in her violet eyes. "I didn't mean..."

"You didn't mean it if my Hog was snortin'," I laughed, "trouble is, you thought it wasn't even gruntin'."

"Eddie..."

That was enough talk. I suddenly sat on the chopping block and spun sexy Jeanette over my knees. God, she looked so beautiful lying there, her tight little ass projecting up, just the balls of her feet resting on the earthen floor. She twisted to look back over her shoulder at me, her eyes wild.

"Eddie..."

I reached my right hand under her hot little hips and deftly sprang the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down. She gasped and tried to thwart me by driving her hips down tight onto my knees. Didn't work. I got the zipper down.

"Goddam you, deBarquet," she snarled as the zipper hit the base of her fly. "You're not..."

"Oh yes I am," I smiled, grabbing the back of her jeans and starting to work them down her hips. She squirmed and reached back with her right hand, trying to get a grip on her pants. Her bottom heaved and stretched with the effort. My dong got very hard.

Grabbing her by the right wrist with my left hand I continued working her pants down and away from her delightful little bottom. It was the first time I'd seen Jeanette's ass and in all the years since that day, through all the spankings I've given, I have never seen anything so absolutely delightful. Sweet Jeanette. As the faded jeans came past her hips I could see the cleft of her gorgeous little ass under the thin yellow silk of her panties. She was heaving around on my knees, trying to keep me from getting the jeans down, and I could see her sex now and again as she flexed her ass.

"DAMN YOU DEBARQUET YOU BASTARD NOT MY UNDERPANTS!!!" she howled as I grabbed the elastic of her panties.

"Right, babe, them too," I said, pulling the skimpy briefs down and away from her ass.

There before me was Jeanette, naked where it counted, her ass white where her bathing suit had shielded her from the sun, a tawny tan on her legs and back. I rested my right hand on her hot flesh.

She tightened her ass in spite of herself.

"Useless to squirm around, girl," I said, bringing my hand down on her ass with a sharp CRACK.

"OW! GODDAM YOU!" Jeanette yelped as my hand print appeared in pink on her straining ass.

I reached down to where I'd propped the paddle and picked it up, getting a firm grip on the worn handle.

"JESUS CHRIST YOU BASTARD NOT THE FUCKING PADDLE!"

CCRRRACCKKKK!

The paddle rebounded off Jeanette's ass.

"AAAIIIEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

Now there was a rectangular pink area across her heaving cheeks.

CRRACCCKCKKKKKKK!

I brought the paddle across Jeanette's ass again in a searing spank that made her damn near climb out of her skin. Christ it was hard as hell to hang onto her. Goddam hillbilly girl with muscles like whipcord. She kicked her feet out, trying to squirm off my knees. I locked her down with my left forearm across her back and applied the paddle again.

CCRRACCCKKKKKK!

"EEEEEEEEE!"

CRRRACKKKKKK!

Jeanette howled and twisted back again, jacking her ass upwards and trying to move backwards off my knees. Couldn't do it, I still had the hammer lock on her right arm.

CCCRRACCCKKKKK!

Now her heaving ass was turning a bright and cheery red in the dim light of the shed.

"AAAAAHHHHHOOOWWWW!!!" she howled.

No Miss Smarty-pants now, by Jesus. I brought the paddle whistling down again on Jeanette's naked bottom.

CRRACCCCKKKKKK!!!

And then again and again.

CRRACCCCKKKKK!!!!

CRRACCCKKKKK!!!

Now my little smarty wasn't even trying to get off my knees. She was howling and kicking, her feet drumming the earth, her ass straining, clenching, writhing. I could see sweat beading on the ridged muscle of her lower back and on the straining cheeks of her well-packed little ass.

I applied the leather paddle with a rhythmic cracking, letting it fairly bounce off her heaving little backside. Jeanette wasn't cursing now! She was just howling!! Howling, kicking, clenching. It was absolutely unbelievable. Her feet just touched the woodshed floor with each kick, then came flying up to nearly touch her glowing ass. A dozen. Two dozen. I could have spanked my willful miss all day.

Then I decided she'd had enough. Her beautiful little ass was absolutely red, just flaming. I stopped the paddling and rested my hand on her burning skin.

"Well, my lady," I said, breathing hard, "think you'll jack me around on the phone anymore?"

"N-noooo..."

Jeanette was slumped over my knee, her legs still, her bottom radiating heat. She was snuffling and blubbering. That had been a marvel of a paddling, probably the best (or worst, depending on whether you were Jeanette) that she'd ever had.

I let go of her and she stumbled to her feet, desperately rubbing at her wounded ass, oblivious to her near nakedness. God she was so damn beautiful, even with her face tear-streaked and her hair in a tumbled disarray. At last she gingerly pulled her panties up over her blistered ass, then her tight jeans. She didn't do up the zipper or snap.

"So girl," I said, "where's the beer? You going to be good, now?"

She surprised me. Stepping back she gave me a strange look, a look I would come to know much better as the summer went on, and said "I'll be good, Eddie. You just might be surprised how good..."
Aha! Another convert.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, December 14, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 13

Why are women so reluctant to spank men? Here are the reasons you came up with.

Downunder Don: For us spanking is the ONLY time that Mumski willingly gives up power and control. So I know that she feels uncomfortable when the tables are turned and I ask for a spanking. I think that she identifies strongly that it is her place to submit to a spanking and in so doing receive what she wants....and not the other way around

Dragon's Rose: Dragon doesn't want to be spanked and the thought of spanking another man is just gross. So the idea of spanking a man is not an issue I even think about. It feels too much like role reversal to me.

Roz: I have on occasion spanked Rick, but in a more playful way. It just doesn't sit totally right. I am definitely the spankee.

abby: I have given Master some playful swats...but any more than that...I cannot imagine...for me, it is my nature to be submissive. In general, I think it is partially a cultural thing....

Lindy: Bear has informed me he is the spanker in our house. We tried reversing the role once in fun, but he didn't like it. So I'm the submissive one here.

Nina: Hi Hermione, if it was just the occasional swat on a hot bum, I am sure many women like doing that. Spanking men in general? I think that there are many dominant women, not only dominant men, so I'd imagine them spanking their submissive men too.
I couldn't spank hubby, that would not feel right and good for me at all. I think none of us could see any positive in that; the other way round is what we want and do. :)

Ella: No, No, No. That could never feel right. Me being spanked by Sam is what I have craved my whole life long. If even once I ever spanked him, the roles would be forever changed. And not for the better.

I have tried to explain it before. Sam being dominant is like breathing pure oxygen. It is natural and necessary. Sometimes he doubts a decision he makes. I tell him honestly that he cannot make a mistake.

Anon 1: V knew about my spanking fetish before we wed, but we were never too involved with it outside of a playful birthday spanking and infrequent use as foreplay. For about 6 months in 2014 we tried disciplinary spankings with corner time and accountability, but as that got more serious and intense, it was clear that only I was getting anything out of it. She had to go into kind of a trance to even get through it. So I quit asking her to spank me. Mom must have been telling the truth when she said, "this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you." Recently I saw a professional disciplinarian, and V agrees that is the preferred way for us to go forward.

Anon 2: Nature endowed the ladies with the most delightful rounded bouncy bottoms, ideal and asking for, a good spanking, which will raise them to a smarting, sexy burn, without doing any lasting damage. The male backside however is firmly muscular, and of little attraction for spanking, and the delicate female hand would make little impression on it, unless wielding a forceful implement. I feel that she would only want to spank her man if he had just given her such a severe hiding that she was thirsting for revenge. Only once was I caught, leaning out of a window trapped by the sash across my back. She was very cross with me, took down my trousers, and used a cane on my bare rump, until I was asking for mercy! Soon after she was in a similar pose, the cane striping her lovely bottom, after which I parted her cheeks to bring her to a happy ending. Now it always her bottom in the firing line.

Jenn: For me, I don't enjoy controlling a man and seeing him in pain. I don't want to be with a man who requires my frequent correction. I want a man who is strong, directed, and fully in control of himself.

We use spanking to re-establish our roles and to keep me from taking charge of everything in the relationship. I am allowed to take charge of everything for days at a time, until it becomes too much for him and he feels the need to correct me. It's a good thing for our relationship.

We could not use spanking to keep him from taking charge of the relationship, because he doesn't try to do that on a daily basis. So, it's just not necessary.

Having said that, I will be willing to "play" every now and then in the future, delivering a few firm whacks with the wooden paddle. He says he'd like that, although I don't really want to see him going sub. I like him as a dominant man.

[Note: I am in a new relationship, the first ever with a real intellectual and physical connection -- including spanking! I love it. I feel like I finally have it all!]

Wilma: I think most women are reluctant to spank a man for various reasons. The first being the answers you are getting from submissive women here. For many of us the physical aspect of ttwd goes hand in hand with the mental dominance.

I would imagine on top of that would be the cultural or traditional upbringings we've had. Older movies, tv shows, stories, seemed to lend themselves to a woman being 'put in her place' usually with a hand put on the right place. When it came to men being put in their place, it usually involved the comment of a fry pan upside the head. So perhaps just as some men have grown up with the idea that women shouldn't be punished or spanked even for fun, women have grown up with the idea that men are the stronger sex physically and therefore spanking them would equally be out of place? (For the record I don't think I am wording this properly.)

Baxter: I am the spankee/spanko and thankfully my wife has no issues using a paddle, crop or wooden spoon on my bottom. I occasionally spank her, but most of the time it is her spanking me. It took quite a few years of bringing it up occasionally for her to catch on and with 32 years of marriage behind us, she is agreeable to spanking me with whatever is handy and I love it.

Sir Wendel: Like Baxter my missus has no problem tanning up my backside. Hopefully it never changes.

Ronnie: That's a hard one and I don't have an answer. My opinion, I wouldn't say reluctant to but don't want or feel the need to. It depends on their relationship and their upbringing. I think a lot of men wouldn't want a women to spank them. Some women would think they have to be dominant and certainly wouldn't want to be that. They think spanking a man was out of place, not right. I don't know.

Kaelah: A very interesting question, thank you Bogey and Hermione! I would like to throw in some thoughts on my behalf. I think I'll try not to let my comment become too long, though, and write a more detailed post about the topic on our blog.

Since I am a switch and like getting spanked as much as spanking, I am of course not reluctant to spank men. But I think I have come across quite a few reasons why other women are.

1.) Initial reluctance to top as a newbie:
I've experienced that myself. Even though I was never opposed to the thought of spanking another person, I preferred to make my first experiences in the scene as a bottom. That way I could rely on the guidance of an experienced top and get a feeling for how it is to be on the receiving end before topping another person. I've seen quite a few (especially young) women who started out as spankees only and developed into switches or maybe even exclusive tops after a while.

2.) Personal sexual preferences:
Even among those for whom spanking is "just" a form of erotic play, some people simply only enjoy being on the giving or the receiving end. Maybe they even try out switching but decide that it doesn't give them the thrill they are seeking.

3.) Spanking in D/s-, DD-, M/s-relationships:
The majority of men and women in these kinds of relationships only seem to practise spanking with their partner. It is more than sexual play here, though, it is about permanent roles in the relationship. One is the dominant / HOH / leader / daddy / master or however a certain couple defines the role while the other is the submissive / follower / girl / slave (in an M/F-relationship, of course there are similar F/M-relationships as well). I've come across very few exceptions from that rule, but it seems to me that usually the concept of these relationships connects the role of the spanker with the role of the leader and doesn't allow for any spanking experiences the other way round. So, if a woman in such a relationship sees herself as the submissive, she has no interest in switching because she wants her man to be in the role of the leader all the time and being the spanker is a part of that role.

4.) Cultural background / traditional gender roles / religious beliefs about gender roles:
I think this approach is even more extreme than the last one I wrote about because it is based on the assumption that men and women generally have to fulfil certain ("naturally given") traditional gender roles which also define their role when it comes to (erotic) spanking. According to this belief the fact that men are usually physically stronger than women also means that they are the natural leaders in a relationship who should take their (soft, submissive) woman in hand. Since spanking is seen as an expression of that male dominance and strength there is only one "correct" way according to this belief - and that is a man spanking a woman.

5.) The "Men who seek out being spanked or are spanked can't be real tops / are weak" approach:
I think this one is closely connected to number 4, but I guess you can also find it among women who only seek spankings for erotic fun and go to spanking parties. The idea behind that is that someone who isn't toppy / dominant all the time isn't a "real" top / dominant.

So much for the reasons I have come across why some women are reluctant to spank men. I would like to add that especially number 4 seems to depend a lot on the country people live in – it is obviously much more common in the US than, for instance, here in Germany (where there are also quite many spanking parties for men who see spanking as erotic fun and like to be on the receiving end). I have many personal thoughts on the different approaches but I will write more about them in a separate post because this comment is really long already.

Hermione: I have no statistics to go by, but there are plenty of male visitors to my blog who are regularly spanked by women. I think that willingness to spank is not gender-related. The natural inclination is either there or not there in both men and women. If a person has no desire to spank, but that person's significant other wishes to be spanked, then it's decision time. Spank because the partner wants and needs it? Or decline because it's distasteful or outside one's own level of comfort?

Would I ever spank Ron? No, because it's not something he wants. He is the dominant partner in our relationship and I an the submissive one. But if he asked me to—not that he ever would—I would comply, even though I might do so reluctantly. But who knows? I just might come to enjoy it!

 Thank you, everyone, for your insights.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #103

Welcome, dear friends, to our regular weekly discussion. Today's topic was suggested by our good friend Bogey, who said, "The topic I would like to see discussed in depth is why are women so reluctant to spank men. This could only be discussed on a blog like this where there are plentiful female readers."

So today let's discuss this, and as usual, men and women on both sides of the paddle are encouraged to join in the conversation.

Do you think that most women are reluctant to spank men? Why or why not?

Leave your thoughts as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to give their opinion I will publish a summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, December 12, 2015

You Completed the Caption

You had some interesting interpretations of this picture. Read on:

Leigh: I don't know if it's before or after the spanking, but I love seeing a picture where the woman has cellulite.

I'm thinking it's anticipatory and the best is yet to come.

Beast's Bella: "What's a gal gotta do to get a really good spanking around here!?"

Welcome, Bella!

Anon 1: "What are you doing in here? I don't want to have anything more to do with you tonight. I'm getting ready for bed and you can sleep on the ... What are you doing with that hairbrush? ... You wouldn't dare! But I'm too old ..."

Anon 2: "My bottom's so cold. Think you could warm it up for me?"

Anon 3: Wot a delicious bot, and she is surely clutching it after a spanking; by hand I think, as cane stripes would show even in b & .w.

Six of the best: She says, "I must wear garter-belt and stockings, before I get my whoppings."

Nina: After a sound spanking she is on her way into the corner. Her husband is not sure whether her facial expression shows remorse or satisfaction. :)

Sir Wendel: Spank me, I’ve been naughty little girl.

Simon: Quick I think my bottoms falling off. You better knock it back into place with that paddle.

Ronnie: I thought my bottom would have been redder than this after that spanking.

Anon 4: Marge had just stripped down to her garter belt and stockings, as her husband James had ordered, and was about to take her place in the corner to await his arrival home from work, at which time he was going to deliver the sound hairbrush spanking he had promised her before he left that morning, when she heard an all to familiar sound emanating from the apartment next door where her neighbor, Allan, had just commenced spanking his wife, Doris. Marge instinctively reached back and clutched her bottom, knowing full well that a similar fate was about to befall her, and that standing in the corner listening to what was taking place in the next room was only going to make her own wait even worse.

Anon 5: Alice had hoped the new lingerie would convince her husband to pay more attention to her, and maybe even persuade him give her a light spanking to spice things up. So when he told her how voluptous she looked, and then added that she’d look even sexier if her new white garter belt was offset by a pair of rosy red cheeks, she was thrilled. But when he opened the gift he brought her and pulled out a brand new paddle with the credit card bill taped to it, she knew her bottom was about to get much more attention then she had bargained for.

Anon 6: They were already late for the party and Jane still wasn’t dressed, so her husband gave her a good smack on her still bare bottom and told her to get ready quickly or she’d be in real trouble. Reaching back to rub the spanked spot, she glared at him and muttered, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on me again.” But this time, Richard was having none of it, and, brandishing a hairbrush he’d picked up off the dresser, he said, “Oh, I don’t plan to use my hand?” Needless to say, Jane found it very painful to sit down once they got to the party, but she was on her best behavior the entire evening.

Wow! I can't top those! Thanks, everyone, for having a good time with this one.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, December 11, 2015

Friday FAIL

I'm busy planning holiday meals and baking goodies, so food is uppermost on my mind. Let's have some fun with food-related FAILs today.


























For some fresh fun, Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Complete the Caption

Is she getting dressed or undressed? Is this before or after a spanking? Since the photo is in black and white it's hard to tell. You be the judge.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your conjectures on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart