Some pre-LOL fun

This week the usual schedule of posts is somewhat disrupted because of LOL days, so here are some fun pictures for you.

 It's all about proportion

 Very spankable

 See the "Small Packet" in the upper left

 This is an actual spanking machine seen in a museum

 What indeed!

Just around the corner

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Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 13

How did you express your interest in spanking as a child?

Fred: I was probably about twelve years old, and my sister would have been nearly fourteen.
I was given a Meccano set as a birthday gift. I didn't think much of it as a present! It gathered dust for a while until I realised that I could make a spanking machine with it. The machine went through several incarnations before I had one that actually worked. My sister was delighted and she invented ever more complex scenarios where the dolls and teddy bears would have to be punished in the machine.
I don't recall the exact moment I was interested in spanking, but my sister was always telling her dolls off being naughty and spanking then. This was not learned behaviour, we were never spanked by our parents.

Michael M: No spanking games that I can remember, although quite a few spankings as discipline at home and at school.

PK: I tried to casually bring spanking into 'playing house' and certain scenes like that. But my friends declined with strange looks to me and that solidified my need to keep my spanking interest to myself.

Minelle: Oh boy yes! My barbies were spanked..... I drew pictures to create scenarios as well.

A.J.: A girl, a classmate, loved playing a sort of 'tag' where if you could tag one if the girls you got to spank them, and I was invited to be one of the chasers. Sometimes at recess; other times after school. I don't know if I had the spanking kink at that early an age but I had a fair number of my female classmates otk! Play stuff. Looking back on that some years later, I'm convinced the girl who devised that game - and loved to play it - was definitely a spanko. Cute too. I wonder where she is now....?

Baxter: I was not spanked as a child, but at around 11 or 12, I became aware of spanking. One girl in grade school said her bottom was still warm from a spanking a few days back and that got my interest going. And when my parents were outside or away, I would take a paddle and spank myself and of course that got me very spankofied and it led to looking at porn, this was in the 60s before anyone even thought about internet or anything else and was drawn to the spanking stories and pictures

Nena: I remember my Barbies got spanked quite often, I even colored their bottoms with a red pencil after the spanking before they were send to the corner. I did fantasize about punishments a lot, not just spanking, but also writing lines, corner time, being send to bed, being tied up.


I tried to incorporate punishments into playing house, I preferred to be the one being punished (still am ;) ), but I could be really dominant if my role asked for it, I even made a friend cry once because I was being so harsh. I stopped immediately and apologized, I was just playing after all and it was meant to be fun, but at the same time, I thought she was overreacting, as this was exactly how I would want her to treat me if the roles were reversed. Which she never did btw.

Sir Wendel: I got plenty of spankings from mom as a child so there was no desire to play games. We would peek on each other getting spanked. Mom spanked bare bottom so I enjoyed watching my sisters and I’m sure they enjoyed watching me get it. When I was 13 mom gave me a whipping in my room. She left the room slamming the door behind her when it was over. I stood up but before I could pull my pants up I noticed the girl next door through the side of the window shade. She was changing into a swim suit. Seeing her naked and the pain got me hooked on spanking. I purposely got in trouble a couple more times afterwards just to get the whipping.

Dr. Ken: No games or anything, no. I realized there was something about spanking that I liked when I was elementary school age, but even then something told me it was best kept secret...

Hermione: My dolls were all spanked regularly on their hard plastic bottoms. Teddies were easier on my hands. Whenever I played house or school with friends or cousins, the dolls were in for many spankings, but I can recall only one occasion when a child was spanked. I was playing with two cousins, and the boy, who was younger than his sister and me, said we could spank him, but not too hard. So we did!

Thank you all for those fond memories!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #151

Welcome to another weekend spanko brunch. Let's relax and enjoy ourselves after an arduous week by reflecting on a simpler time in out lives. A great many of us knew at an early age that we had a real interest in spanking. Let's look back to see how we expressed that interest.

As a child or adolescent, did you ever play spanking games or incorporate spanking into your play? If so, how? Did you have friends who shared your interest and enjoyed these games too? 

Leave your reply as a comment and I will publish your memories once everyone has had a chance to speak.

Thank your for our freedom

We will remember them.

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Complete the caption as you see fit. I will publish your votes and announce the winner on Saturday.

(I realize that this is actually a photo of the US President-elect mocking someone with a disability, and I do not mean to cause offence by posting it.)
  

From the Top Shelf - The Souvenir Shop, part 2

We resume our visit to a souvenir shop where some very interesting activities are taking place. The Souvenir Shop, by Rollin Hand, is a vert special place, as we discovered last week. You might want to reread it here before continuing.

Handing me the paddle she said, "I'm dreadfully sorry Ken. Please take this paddle. I must apologize. Can you sit?"

I nodded and sat down, wincing as my inflamed rear end made contact with the seat. Joanne fumbled with a zipper on her shorts and then to my astonishment, pulled them off leaving her in sheer nylon panties and her halter top. She proceeded to undo her shirt revealing a firm pair of breasts in a skimpy bra. Clad now in just bra and panties she walked to my right side. I gripped the paddle and gazed into her eyes.

"Ken, I was awful to you. For that you must put me across your knee, pull down my panties and spank me real hard. Use that paddle and spank until my bottom is good and red."

Before I could answer, she lowered herself over my lap and gripped the rungs of the chair.

"Go ahead, take my panties down, Ken."

I transferred the paddle to my left hand, inserted my fingers of my right into the elastic of her panties, and pulled her panties down to her knees.

Her bottom was round and full, a gorgeous pair of alabaster globes  that jiggled slightly as I shifted to perch her over my right thigh. She pushed on the floor with her toes arching her buttocks in anticipation of the paddle.

I raised my arm and whipped it down. Smack! Her bottom jiggled. Smack! The paddle left a hot pink band on the skin. Smack! Right across both cheeks. Smack! Crack! Smack! I started spanking in earnest, bringing the little paddle down in a snapping motion with my wrists. Joanne began to yelp, but I kept up a steady tattoo of spanks. With each spank, her rear cheeks would flatten, then bounce back into shape with a little wobble each time.

"Ooh, Ken, that’s it-- spank me harder," she said, now arching her fanny up in time with the rhythm of my smacks. For the next few minutes the room rang with the sharp retort of the "heat-for-the-seat" paddle against her bare quivering bottom globes. Her buns were really getting red and I decided to finish with a rapid volley. As I cracked the paddle down in a fast flurry of solid spanks, she squealed and wiggled, humping up and down on my legs. Finally I slowed down and with a last few solid whacks, I stopped.

I noticed she was sobbing quietly so I put the paddle down and began to rub her bottom to ease the sting. My fingers found her slit which was wet and slippery. Joanne moaned as I began to rub her there. She slid from my lap and knelt in front of me between my legs. I stared in shocked silence as she pulled my cock out of my shorts and placed it in her warm soft mouth. The sensation imparted by her lips as she bobbed her head up and down was one of pure hot pleasure. She alternately swirled her tongue around my penis and slurped with her lips gliding over my hard shaft. When I could stand no more I pulled her to her feet. She turned her back and putting her hands flat on the low table, parted her legs and arched her rear. I entered her from behind and thrust in and out of her hot sheath, my belly smacking her well reddened cheeks. I held out as long as I could but she soon climaxed with a shudder, triggering my own orgasm.

When we recovered she explained that her husband had died two years previously, leaving her the store. The kids were at camp. She was alone.

We had quite a weekend. I never did find a motel, there was no need. I did test out a few more paddles as well as a couple of straps and a switch (an old Southern specialty). It seems she had been "on the boil" for a while, having sorely missed the attentions of her late husband and his firm hand.

I left, vowing to return. But as luck would have it, I did not get back until that fall. Imagine my disappointment when I saw the sign outside--"UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT". She had left no forwarding address, but the new owners said something about family in the Midwest.

So, Joanne, if you're out there now...I'm waiting (she'd be sixty by now but I don't care).

Whew! (fans self) That was quite an ending!