Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 6

Wow! This week's topic produced the highest number of responses ever seen in here for a spanko brunch.  So many of you have very clear opinions on canes.

Dan: Hi Hermione. We have tried canes several times, and we are either doing something wrong, or aren't using the right cane. It just doesn't seem to hurt as much as other implements, and since we use spankings for disciplinary purposes, a certain level of intensity is important. My wife also feels can is harder to control. It's too bad, because there certainly is something iconic about the cane as a disciplinary instrument.

abby: Master has 3...one that I gave Him. I have a love/hate relationship with them. I prefer not to know ahead of time that a cane will be His implement of choice...but He just can't resist telling me. On a well warmed bottom, it is a love relationship...as the first implement used...not so much. If I am going to be away a caning often sends me off, since the stripes tend to last longer than other spankings.

kdpierre: A long time ago I read a very detailed how-to on the proper delivery of a cane-stroke. The writer seemed very knowledgeable and the technique made a lot of sense in terms of how the implement can be so devastating. Since then I have NEVER seen ANYONE employ this technique and anything online shows people using the cane no differently than just "hitting someone with a stick".

Personally, I have not been formally "caned" but we do have a "switch" made by A&G that is called a "White Lightnin'" and it is absolutely cane-like and nasty. It leaves the double-track welts a cane does, but is MUCH easier to wield.

Jan: Hi Hermione, we do have a couple, I am not particularly fond of them, I reckon they can be very nasty. :(

missy: I love the cane. We have two that Sir uses - one that we bought and one that he made from himself. He uses them often with a tapping motion and builds up slowly. He has some firmer whacks in there too but I find that the steady rhythm of his cane just seems to send me off. I find it therapeutic too as it just slowly undoes me and I feel myself drifting off somewhere else. I think because he warms my skin first, I am able to take more and more as the endorphines are released so it is something that I really enjoy. He combines the hard hits with the gentler ones and that seems to work for me.

Welcome, missy!

Hislordship: Hello Hermione. We introduced the use of the cane into our D/s relationship some time ago. It has allowed us to explore greater depths of our dynamic through pain and relaxation. My sub has a high pain threshold, however, even light tapping can induce a sense of calm after a stressful day. For me, it give me an extension to my hand that allows me another aspect of control over her.
The use of the cane is not about beating the life out of the sub, it's more of a connection and communication tool. Does she get struck hard? Yes of course, however, she needs to know I'm aware of her limits, her desires and that I'm in control.

Welcome, Hislordship!

Wilma: We had two, but the rattan one broke. That leaves the *lovely* lexan. I am not a fan! I suppose it is fine if it has been used later on in a spanking. However, Barney only uses the cane for punishments, and with a mission in mind. I will add that palms and soles are NOT an area I enjoy experiencing the 'burn' either!

I must suggest to Barney this new idea of using it lightly and the 'tapping' business!

Yorkie: Oh Hermione! Canes! Canes! They fascinate me so. I have a Cane-iac 18" ever ready and my wife wields it to perfection. I have expressed to her how I would like a full length version for her to use on me.
Perhaps when money is not so tight...

Roz: I too have a love/hate relationship with the cane depending on how it is used. I can find it too intense, but when used more lightly, different story lol

Simon: I love the cane, I love the sibilant sound it makes when in use and the biting thwack when it hits bare flesh. The pain of a properly administered cane stroke is unlike that of any other implement, intense and biting and it leaves lovely marks on the bottom. That said it has to be used properly, to many people just swing away using too much force and this causes their aim to be out which can be extremely painful as the cane can strike thighs, bones and sometimes even more sensitive areas.My Mistress is expert in its use and we nearly always finish a punishment session with the cane leaving me with a very sore and welted behind.

Leigh: I was gifted with a cane by a friend, who received it from another friend who is a great lover of this particular instrument. It has been tried, in a fun way, and I have to admit it is not awful. I'm not sure I would be enamored of it should it ever be used for discipline and the good news is, it's not a worry, but for now it hangs in the closet gathering dust along with other weapons of 'arse' destruction.

Loki Darksong: I love Canes! I enjoy using them as well as having them used on me. There are several of various sizes within my collection. Three of them are Dragons. And I have my eyes set on two types to purchase from Cane-Iac in the near future.

Bonnie: My relationship with the cane continues to evolve. In my youth, I read about canings for punishment, but never gave it much thought because they weren't part of our culture here in the US.

At the dawn of the internet, I visited spanking-oriented Usenet groups where I discovered pictures of people being spanked. Among them were sets from Eastern Europe where unfortunate young women were savagely beaten bloody with canes. I wanted no part of that! For years, canes were a hard limit for me.

As time progressed, I softened my views somewhat as I met sensible women who seemed very much like me and who clearly benefited from their canings. Eventually, we purchased a short, thin, flexible cane that Randy applies with a rapid, flicking kind of motion. It seems mild at first, but progressively builds into a very effective spanking.

Finally, last year, I agreed to submit to the real article. Yes, we bought a long rattan punishment cane. Curiosity got the best of me, along with a passion for sensual exploration. Having felt its bite several times now, I can attest that the punishment cane's reputation is well earned. It's painful, especially on my bare skin. Had I been a British schoolgirl back in the day, I would have been a model student.

However, when I'm in the right frame of mind, a hard caning is just what I need. Randy sometimes likes to lay down stripes over fresh paddle burns. He combines sensations like an OTK paddle spanking with a bent over caning and corner time, presumably to maximize the intensity of the experience for me. When he finishes, I feel small and humble and submissive. The next morning, I still feel sore, but no longer stressed or overwhelmed.

I enjoy rubbing my fingers over the raised welts that the big cane produces. It's kind of a tactile reinforcement. I think, "Wow, I really got it good." And good it was. I have developed a healthy respect for the cane, but I fear it no longer.

Minelle: Hi, We've never tried a cane, not sure I want to experiment. However I never say never...at least to this type of thing! lol

Michael M: I had my first experience with the cane at primary school, on the hand and then on the bottom. Then there were more serious encounters at senior school and at home. I have had the cane many times in my FLR marriage. I enjoy the anticipation waiting for a caning and then the caning proper and I particularly savour the aftermath when you can look at the marks and be satisfied that you took your punishment as well as could be expected. I would love to go to a Mistress for a serious caning but that is unlikely to happen so I will just enjoy what my wife dishes out. Zip, zip.

Ronnie: I love the cane (that wasn't always the case) We have 5 canes. P cut one down for OTK and when he uses it in a tapping motion it can send me over the edge.

I have a healthy respect for the cane but has to be used properly and Simon's right, when it's administered correctly, a cane stroke is unlike that of any other implement.

KB: I used to be terrified of the cane. I had no personal experience with it, but for some reason I was terrified. Then she started threatening me with it in jest. I knew I had the final say. I had a friend tell me just to make sure I trusted the person and that they knew what they were going. Finally I told her I was willingly to try it but to just not tell me before because I was afraid I would back out and say no. Turns out the night she decided to try it she left it in her car and had to go get it. She didn't tell me what she was getting, just that she was getting someyhing. I of course knew right away what she was getting and had to really fight myself to not say no. But I held in there and averted it. It was really not so bad. I think that night she just caned me over my panties and then she didn't use it again for months. Then a couple of months ago she made up a game and one if the implements was a cane. She told me I could choose an alternative implement if I wanted but I decided to be brave. It wasn't so bad. I wouldn't say I love it yet but I was oddly disappointed when did forgot it the last time we played. So I guess it's growing on me.

Sir Wendel: Don’t have actual canes. We did try long sticks from trees once when we were hiking. We had sore bottoms for the rest of the day and the marks lasted a few days. It was ok but not something I would want often.

Hermione: We have a short Senior cane from Cane-iac meant for otk use, and as kdpierre said, it feels like being hit with a wooden dowel. Quite thuddy and rather painful, but probably nothing like a real rattan school cane. It isn't my implement of choice, as I much prefer leather.


Thanks everyone for your enthusiastic participation! And to all my American readers, please don't forget to vote!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #150

It's the weekend and time for another fun-filled spanko brunch.

Some people hate them, some people love them, and some are on the fence about them. What am I referring to? Why, canes of course. Often considered a rather severe implement, and not to everyone's taste, canes are very prominent in spanking literature.

How do you feel about canes? Have you ever caned someone or been caned yourself? Do you own a cane? If so, is it regularly in use? If not, would you consider trying one? Are there certain situations in which you think a cane is appropriate?


Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had their say.

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What are these two intense individuals discussing?

Ronnie: OK let's toss, loser does the ironing.

Simon: Apparently Geoff was not quite as rich as he had claimed before the wedding, thought Sally.

Julie: Oh boy... I'm about to get paddled...

kdpierre: 
Her: I was just thinking: why couldn't I be married to Rock Hudson instead of you?
Him: That's funny. I was thinking the same thing.

Kingspan: 
She: The only reason I'm sitting here with this cigarette is that I'm hoping he'll take his belt to me for smoking. But how can I tell him that?
He: The only reason I'm not ironing is that I'm hoping she'll take her hairbrush to me for not doing my chores. But how can I tell her that?

Lucy: They both sat there thinking about how long it was taking the mailman to deliver the new paddle she ordered.

arched one: I don't know why you have to look at magazines like that. When I'd done with this cigarette you better be naked, you are getting one hard spanking.

ricky: If thoughts could be communicated somehow:
He: Why does she smoke so much?
She: It's the only thing that gets me hot. If you want me to stop, well, then it's up to you now, isn't it?
He: Yeah, well, OK, but I'm kind of tired.
She: Men!!!

Sterngoat: 
Him : "hope Julie's spanking was not too bad and she was not injured"
Her : "I'd very much like to be in her place" 

Sir Wendel: 
Together: It’s so hot I don’t even feel like getting a spanking.

js666: OK, babe. We've put this off long enough. Finish the cig and get over my knee.

Michael M: The generator is your department OK, so no you can't damn well spank me for not finishing your shirt yet.

Dr. Ken:
He: "Well, it's not going to iron itself. Perhaps a good spanking would motivate her..."

Hermione: 
She: "Will he spank me tonight?"
He: "Will she spank me tonight?"


Thank you everyone for your creative interpretations. Please do stay for brunch. It will be served shortly, and everyone is welcome.

Friday FAIL

When spanking an irritating person isn't an option, a sign is the enxt best thing.

For more fun (signs are optional) Complete the Caption.

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This piece of artwork made me stop and think. So many possibilities for what's going on in their minds. Are they unhappy, concerned, bored, worried...? It's up to you.

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

She can dish it out, but can she take it?

Strict Julie disciplines her husband on a regular basis, but what if the tables were turned?

Well, it seems that very soon, Julie will find herself on the receiving end.  Read all about it here.

From the Top Shelf - The Souvenir Shop

Today I have a delightful story that involves switching, written by my good friend Rollin Hand. The  narrator of the story tells us of his strange encounter with an older woman who gives him his first taste of corporal punishment, then turns the tables. I hope you enjoy it.

I've always been drawn to those souvenir and novelty shops. You know the kind. They can be found in any tourist area. They sell absolute crap--coffee cups, wooden plaques, Indian moccasins (genuine...right), postcards with lots of potty humor on them, etc. But what really draws me to these places are the paddles. These things are small and medium sized wooden paddles that are made for one purpose only: spanking. You know this because it says so right on the paddle. "Board of Education" says one with a picture of a boy and girl bending over grabbing their ankles. Another proudly proclaims: "for the cute l'il dear with the bare behind"---whew! bare behind yet! Others I've seen say "Heat for the Seat", "Attitude Adjuster", "Texas Tailblazer" (naturally, the Texas one is bigger than the others).

Who buys these things? Inquiring minds want to know! Is it frazzled parents on vacation with whining kids in the back seat ( "You see what your dad just bought? Another word out of either of you and we use it right now!") Or could it be honeymoon couples? ("Sue Ellen, you promised to love honor and obey, an' if you don’t, I got just the thing here for that cute behind of yours"). An angry wife, perhaps? ("Harry, the next time you sneak off to go fishin' I'm going to warm your fanny with this!")

I had always been fascinated by spanking...by the time I was in my teens spanking was fully ingrained in my psyche as a highly erotic thing. I had even spanked a few girlfriends--just horsing around, you know, but it always gave me such a woody. I would see John Wayne spank some starlet in a TV movie and go around hard for days. I think some of my girlfriends actually liked it because afterwards the petting got hotter.

One of my first jobs (at age 23) had me traveling by car in the South. I had to travel a lot of back roads to small towns that weren't on the interstate. As I said, these souvenir shops are all over any place where there is any kind of tourist attraction. In rural southeastern  Tennessee/ northern Alabama there are some mountains and there are caves--thus there is ma and pa in the station wagon with the kids, there are motels and cottages for honeymooners, and...there are souvenir shops.

On this particular afternoon I was done for the day and looking for a motel, but it was early, so I was also killing time. I had noticed one of those shops coming up on the highway and  decided to check it out. It was a pretty big one, all wood ( a log cabin type) with a wide wooden porch. I was the only car in the parking lot. It was hot and it was the middle of the week so I guess that explains why it was such a slow day. I walked in and looked around.

At first there seemed to be no one there, but then a voice from the back told me to come on in. The owner of the cheery voice was a very attractive woman of about 35 or so with dark hair and blue eyes. She was wearing tight white shorts and a denim shirt that had been  tied at the midriff to make it a halter top. She was about 5'8" with long athletic looking legs, a slim waist and a firm high-set pair of breasts that strained against the confines of her top. To my young eyes she was (for an "older" woman) quite a dish.

She smiled and asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and I said "no". She told me to browse all I wanted, but to holler if I needed help. As I said thanks and she turned to walk away, my eyes were drawn to her full, round bottom encased in the cotton shorts. The cut of her panties was clearly visible through the thin material, and her rear cheeks gave a sexy little wiggle as she walked. Instant boner.

I browsed around looking here and there and finally spotted the paddles wedged in next to the cedar "home sweet home" plaques and the corncob pipes. There were a lot of them! There were all the types I had seen before and many I hadn't.

I never had actually bought one of these things, but for some reason that afternoon I decided to do just that. I was busy examining all the different texts on the paddles when I heard that voice behind me again. She startled me, and I jumped. She laughed and apologized and then asked me if I liked the toy paddles. Yes, I said, and I was thinking of getting one for my girlfriend. She giggled and asked if it was for me to use on her or the other way around. I said it was certainly for me to use on her as she had a good spanking coming for being rude and making me wait too long when I picked her up for a date. Well, she says, have you ever used one? I admitted I hadn't.

“Then you don't know what one feels like, do you?” she says. “You know you don't want to hurt her, you just want to make a point, and you look like such a nice young man, I'd hate to see you ruin things with your girl,” she says, grinning at me.

I said of course not, she just needs a good lesson.(I wanted to sound manly and in control. As you might expect I had no such girlfriend.)

"Well you know", she said, "these things can really hurt"...

I replied that it didn't look like it would hurt much over jeans...

She cocked her head and added with a sly smile, "You sure seem interested in spankings, young man" she said, with a chuckle, "and by the way, my name's Joanne."

"Yes ma'am....I guess...but I really do want one of these for my girlfriend," I said, now blushing with embarrassment. "And my name is Ken".

She laughed, " OK...OK, Ken...but, I really recommend a trial before you buy one. You have to know how to use it or you will end up either hurting her or not getting the message across. You need to have a paddle that you can put some force behind, but not bruise her bottom. Are you going to let her keep her skirt down? or perhaps skirt up so you spank her panties? Or are you going to be a wicked boy and take her panties down? Will she bend over and hold her knees like she did in her sorority days, or are you going to haul her over your knee? All these things are important."

I admitted that I hadn't thought that far ahead.

She stood there thinking for a minute, and told me to wait there. Then I saw her go to the front of the store and lock the door. She flipped around the "closed" sign in the window, and came back, telling me that “ now we wouldn't be disturbed.” Then she motioned for me to follow her...and to bring whichever paddles I was interested in. I followed her to the back of the store where there was a door leading to a back room. She opened the door explaining that this was a storeroom for the shop that incidentally doubled as the "woodshed" whenever parental discipline was to be meted out. The room had lots of boxes stacked along the walls but there was also a sturdy-looking armless chair and a low table in the middle of the room.

Although I was in the dark as to exactly what she had in mind, I was excited about being in that secluded room with this sexy -looking woman and a selection of toy paddles.

She took the paddles and put them on the table except for a rather large one which she swished through the air a couple of times. She explained that this one (a "Texas Tailblazer") was a sorority-type paddle and should be used with the recipient bending over with hands on knees.

"Go ahead," she said, "bend over".

I was dumbfounded. She was proposing to try this out on me! I hesitated. She asked if I didn't want to know what it felt like since I might be using it on my "girlfriend". Being as excited as I was, I said ok, and assumed the position, slightly bent over, my hands on my knees. My slacks were stretched pretty tight across my ass, because when she delivered that first crack! it sounded like a pistol shot. Four more times in the space of about 20 seconds she smacked me with that paddle. It stung a bit but also felt good--a warm tingle started to develop. I told her that it didn't hurt that much. She smiled and gave me 5 more. Now things were starting to get warm back there and on the last one I stood up and rubbed. She asked if I'd had enough and I said I had. She then handed the paddle to me and bent over, saying I should now give her 10 swats, just as hard.

I was stunned! This gorgeous woman was asking me to paddle her! As I stood there speechless, she said that I needed to actually use it myself now that I knew what it felt like. I will  never forget that luscious sight of her round bottom straining against those tight thin shorts as she bent over. I drew my arm back and smacked the paddle flat against her rear, spanking both cheeks with a loud crack! She yelped, gave a sexy little wiggle, and told me to smack her again, this time with a bit more authority. For the next couple of minutes I set about to paddle her pretty derriere with solid spanks that echoed around the room. She uttered a little "ouch" at each one and stood up after about the 15th one, rubbing her buttocks.

She asked me if I liked that style of paddle, and I said it was ok but that maybe something more intimate would be better. She agreed and picked up the "heat-for -the -seat" paddle. It was about 10" long and 3" wide.

"I don't think you will feel this much over your pants, Ken. Maybe you should take them off," she said with a meaningful look.

I kind of gulped, but nodded OK, and slipped my pants off. This game was definitely getting serious, and there was now a lust-charged tension in the room. My pants came down. I was in just my jockey shorts and a knit shirt. Joanne sat down in the chair and motioned me toward her. She said that if it was intimacy I wanted, I should place my girlfriend across my lap for her spanking. She was proposing to show me what that felt like. I felt incredibly aroused and saw Joanne's eyes drop to the front of my underpants where a distinct bulge was showing.

She gave me a knowing smile and patted her thighs. My hard on got even harder when she said, "Come on Ken, you bad boy, get over momma's knee. You are going to get a good old fashioned spanking."

I eased myself across her lap. I could feel my penis wedged in between her legs and growing by the minute. I must have looked a sight! My shirt fell forward leaving me bare except for my cotton encased bottom perched over her left thigh. Only my toes and fingers touched the floor. With my white socks still on I must have looked like her 11 year old upended over mother's lap for some stern "bottom justice".

She asked me if I was ready. When I said I was, she patted my bottom with the paddle a few times and then brought it down with a loud crack! It stung. She smacked it down once again across both rear cheeks. That stung too. As she fell into a steady cadence, smacking the little paddle across my bottom, I began to feel a burning sensation that was getting hotter all the time. I was determined not to cry out, but I did begin to wriggle across her lap in a vain attempt to ease the stinging heat imparted by the paddle. I was hissing through my teeth as that paddle went cracking against my fanny which I guessed was now getting red. The paddle smacked against my bottom hard. Joanne sure knew how to spank!

"What do you think (crack!) Ken? Is (crack!) your bottom getting warm? Crack! Spank! Smack!"

"Oooh...yes, Joanne I think that (crack!...ouch) this one does a very good (crack!...owww!) er...job."

After a few more whacks, Joanne said, "We have to try one more thing Ken. You can't really know what a spanking with a paddle feels like until you feel it on the bare skin."

With that she grabbed my right hand, yanking it into the small of my back so I couldn't move. She laid the paddle on my back and inserted her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Before my brain could even register what was happening, she tugged my underpants down to my knees baring my bottom.

"There!" she said. "Now you look like a naughty lad ready for a real spanking. Ken, its been my experience that spankings are not really effective unless they are given on the bare bottom. I must say, you look cute with your bare tushy upended over my knee, but get ready because I'm going to show you what a sound--and I mean sound--bare fanny tanning is all about!"

She brought the paddle down in a flurry of stinging smacks and I thought I’d come out of my skin. It was like a branding iron had seared my backside. She kept smacking my bare cheeks with a rapid fire delivery that stung so much that it left me momentarily breathless. Then I started to yelp. The fiery sting from that paddle was 10 times worse on the bare! I could only squirm and blubber desperate pleas for her to stop. But she would not stop. She just kept right on cracking that paddle down right on the fleshiest part of my seat.

"Now I guess you know what a real bad boy spanking is like." Crack! Spank! Crack!" I think all boys could use a bare fanny spanking from time to time." Crack! Smack!

She kept on spanking like she was in a trance, oblivious to my distress, but I had reached the end of my tolerance. "Yeowwww! Joanne...STOP! STOP!"

Abruptly the spanking stopped and there was silence. I squirmed off her lap and jumped to my feet hissing through my teeth and furiously rubbing my buttocks, oblivious to the fact that my engorged penis was bobbing up and down in front of her face.

"My God, Joanne, that really hurt! What did you think you were doing?!"

As if it had suddenly dawned on her, Joanne's hands flew to her mouth and she dropped the paddle with a loud clatter. "Oh my God, Ken, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me, I just got carried away."

I allowed as how she damn well did get carried away, and finally mustered enough composure to pull up my pants.

Then she shocked me again.

What further shock did she give our hero? I'm afraid you must wait until next week to find out.