Spanko Brunch 2.0 #197

Welcome, dear friends, to a festive spanko brunch to celebrate Thanksgiving.in Canada. I hope you have a good appetite because the buffet is loaded with treats. While you are enjoying the feast, please consider this question that Bonnie first asked her readers eight years ago:

Have you ever made a bet that involved spanking? What were the circumstances in which the bet came about? did you win or lose?

Please leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to respond I will publish a summary of our conversation.

You Completed the Caption

What's happening in the drawing room?


Sir Wendel: Lady Lucinda threw another tantrum in hopes of getting spanked but alas Lord Whilminton was too tire to do so.

Dave: What a party that was! We really raised the roof - Whoop, Whoop!

KDPierre:
Exuberant lady: "See, guys? Girls can 'manspread' too!"
Man on left: "Oh these are terrible times indeed."

Hands63: I can barely handle two women, but three! Someday they’ll invent a little blue pill.

Baxter:
Man on right: Lady, that is the pose but you are supposed to be lying over my lap, not sitting up.
Lady: Well, that might be more comfortable, but what would I be doing over your lap, pray tell?
Man on right: You would be getting a spanking on you plump bottom, of course.
Lady: Well good, I have been wanting one for quite a while.
Man on right: And when I get done spanking you, the other guy gets to spank you as well.
Lady: Wow, spanked by two men. my lucky day

Ronnie: Captain, oh my, what was that, Fredrick you're listening, can you hear what's going on in Sir Henry's study.

Katie: "Oh my stars and garters!! I had a feeling that there would be trouble ahead when those two polished off the third bottle of champagne. It's a damn good thing that Phillip is out like a light, or he'd be lighting up Abigail's bottom. Though I have a feeling that she may find herself up-ended tomorrow anyway. A sorry end to our fun party!"

Anon: As their servant called for the next contestant to take on Lady Penelope in a spanking contest she celebrated her victory over a worn out and dejected Lord Charles, once again having demonstrated that her bottom could withstand more than any man was capable of delivering.

Dr. Ken: Man on the left: "Well--judging by your reaction, madam, and by the way you, sir, are sitting, I think I can safely say that you enjoyed that spanking erotica story that I just read to you!"

Hermione: Well, Sir Francis, have you made up your mind yet? Which of our laps will you go over for a sound thrashing? Mine or His Lordship's?

I'm flabbergasted! What an exquisite assortment of captions! You all must stay for brunch--I insist. It's no trouble at all. Polly, fetch two dozen more chairs and be quick about it.

Friday FAIL

Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up soon, and that makes me think of bountiful meals and edible decorations. So let's enjoy a few food FAILs today.

His brother must not have taken Nutrition 101.

Is  the grill not working today? Where's the beef?

Fish isn't "the other white meat" or, for that matter, the other red meat.

The Taco Light, for people counting their calories.

Get the paddle ready for the employee who posted this sign.

Before you leave, please feel free to Complete the Caption.

Complete the Caption

I love to look at Hogarth's paintings and imagine what really went on behind closed doors.  This painting is like a snapshot - imagine posing for hours in the lady's position! Something is definitely up with these three. What is their relationship, and why does the gentleman on the right look exhausted?

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

From the Top Shelf - In a Mist, Chapter 4

The story so far:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

It's the first morning of a new term for Elizabeth. How will she and her tutor get on today?

IN A MIST - Chapter 4 - In which Elizabeth discovers her tutor to be a man of his word!

By the following morning Elizabeth had overcome her mealtime tantrum. In the light of day she thought twice about disobeying her tutor's injunction to present herself in the schoolroom at half past nine, for despite his attractive exterior there were things about him which unnerved and quite frightened her. His tall powerful body seemed a reservoir of male strength and vigour, and his deep-set aquamarine eyes had scrutinised her thoroughly, as if looking for a weak link in her armour.

The previous night, angry at the way he had made her appear small and foolish, she had vowed to retaliate by locking herself in her bedroom all day and refusing to come out. But that idea now seemed childish and silly. She could not remain there indefinitely.

Even so, she nurtured a burning resentment at the prospect of being stuck indoors and made to read boring books and write long tedious compositions on such a glorious May morning. The sun had risen above the tops of the trees, dappling the smooth verdant lawns with its rays. Beyond the outer wall the woods were a colourful mass of wild flowers. She gave a groan of martyrdom, slipped on a white muslin frock, and went down to breakfast.

Her usual healthy appetite deserted her. She was hard put to manage one slice of buttered toast and a cup of Indian tea. Her guardian, as was his custom, was breakfasting in his room (he rarely made an appearance before eleven) and she was inexpressibly relieved to discover that Mr. Lennox had already eaten and departed. His athletically mobile figure could be seen from the bow window, striding about the garden, enjoying the sunshine.

Ten minutes after the appointed time, Elizabeth, trying to look nonchalant and unconcerned, opened the white-panelled schoolroom door to find her tutor, wearing a long black academic gown over his crisp grey suit, already installed at the massive mahogany desk. A brand new blackboard and easel stood before the french windows, blocking out the magnificent view of the estuary and the sea.

At the other end of the room, the humbler pupil's desk - with chagrin she last remembered sitting at when she was fourteen - had been cleared of its accumulated bric-a-brac, and a neat pile of new exercise books placed on top. The little white pottery inkwell had been filled for the first time in years; and a selection of pens, their nibs gleaming brightly, lay in the correct place. A few feet away from the left hand wall, halfway between the teacher's desk and the door, stood an old leather upholstered dining chair.

The long black gown made Mr. Lennox look sterner and more threatening than the previous evening at dinner. Elizabeth felt silly and foolish, standing there uncertainly in the open doorway.

"Shut the door and come and stand in front of my desk," he said. "I want to have a little talk with you, to set matters straight between us before we commence."

She slammed the door and flounced over to him like a rebellious adolescent schoolgirl. Mr. Lennox fixed her with a severe disapproving gaze before beginning.

"You have more than reached the age of being a responsible young woman," he told her caustically, "but judging by the reports from your guardian - as well as the evidence of my own eyes - you rarely behave like one. Therefore, it will prove extremely salutary for you to return to being a pupil. But this time under much stricter discipline, by all accounts, than at the school you last attended."

Elizabeth glowered and raised her eyes heavenwards in exasperation at such a tiresome lecture. Choosing for the moment to ignore her impertinence, Lennox continued, "As long as you are in this classroom you will be under my sole jurisdiction. So it will be no earthly use complaining to your guardian about anything which may take place within these four walls - for I can assure you your complaints will fall on deaf ears. Your guardian has washed his hands of you - and I cannot say that I blame him, considering the trouble you have caused him over the years."

Elizabeth shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. She felt herself becoming hypnotised by his voice, which seemed to be growing deeper and stronger all the time. No one had ever spoken to her like this before, so sternly yet so calmly.

"I expect you, Elizabeth, to arrive here promptly at half past nine - not ten minutes late like you did today. Lessons will break off at mid-day for lunch, recommence at two, and finish for the day at half past four. I am at present preparing a curriculum timetable, which I shall display on the wall above your desk as soon as it is completed. Is that clear?"

She gaped in thunderstruck amazement. Was he being serious , or was this all just an elaborate joke?

"While in my schoolroom, you should expect to be treated like a schoolgirl - and punished like one, too."

She bristled with indignation, trying to summon up words sufficiently acerbic to express her feelings towards what he was saying. But before she could voice her opinions he began again:

"You must at all times be diligent, attentive, meek and respectful. You will address me as 'Sir.' And if you fail, in any way whatsoever, to come up to the mark, I shall punish you in a way I do not think you will enjoy one little bit - in spite of your insolent remarks yesterday evening, at dinner."

Punishment? Elizabeth looked blankly at Mr. Lennox. Punishment meant little more to her than being lectured or sent early to bed. "I do not understand you," she said sullenly, "Kindly explain."

"Sir," he corrected her.

"Sir," she repeated mechanically. She could have bitten off her tongue.

"Very well," he said with grim satisfaction, "I mean that I shall punish you by the only method which, in your case, I believe will be effective: corporal chastisement."

"Corporal...?" she echoed uncomprehendingly.

"Corporal - meaning punishment inflicted on the body. Since words clearly have no effect whatsoever on you, I am determined to resort to deeds. Let me make it quite clear, Elizabeth," he said, slowly and precisely to the bewildered girl, "if you as much as put a foot wrong, I shall take you across my knee and spank you soundly. But for more serious misdemeanours, such as disrespect, disobedience, lying, and persistent neglect of your studies, I shall give you a good whipping with this -" He got up and went to the narrow cupboard built into the thickness of the wall on the left of the fireplace. Opening the door, he took out a slender rattan cane which he swished menacingly at the girl - whose face registered, confusion, fear and outrage all at the same time.

She stared at the cane in disbelief. "You cannot mean it! Surely you don't intend to use that dreadful thing on me? It would be absolutely barbaric!...Sir," she added the final word in a diplomatic afterthought. "Besides, my guardian would never allow -"

"But I have already told you, Elizabeth," he said with a complacent smile, replacing the cane in the cupboard, "your guardian has granted me complete freedom in matters relating to your education. So it will be no good running to him in tears when your bottom is on fire after a caning."

"My...bottom?" she stammered, blushing to the roots of her hair, for she had naturally assumed he intended to cane her on the hands.

Elizabeth was consumed with mortification. His calmly spoken proposal to smack her with the palm of his hand was bad enough and unpardonably vulgar - for Elizabeth, though incorrigibly naughty, was by no means immodest. Her background had been far more sheltered than most girls of her age and class. But for Mr. Lennox to actually intend using a cane on her, as well as baldly apprising her of that portion of her anatomy on which it would be employed - as though she were nothing better than a common reform-school slut! Well there were some things a well brought-up girl could take - but this was definitely not one of them!

She would not stay any longer to be bullied and threatened by a mere schoolmaster in her guardian's employ. She turned and marched defiantly to the door, intent on finding Mr. Harker and having this horrid man dismissed on the spot.

But Lennox, who had been one of the swiftest sprinters at his school, easily beat her to it, locking the door and pocketing the key.

"No you don't, young lady!" he said, catching her by the wrist," You don't get away as easily as that! I'm afraid you're stuck with me, just as I'm stuck with you - and the sooner you realise it the better!"

"Let me go, you cruel beast!" she yelled, beating vainly at his chest with her dainty fist.

"How right I was!" Lennox cried, seizing the struggling girl by the waist and scooping her up effortlessly so that her long elegant white silk-stockinged legs kicked wildly at thin air. "There is only one way to teach you how to behave - and what better time to begin than now!"

With that he carried her, still kicking and protesting violently, over to the leather -seated dining chair and sat down on it. Then, pushing aside the folds of his gown, he bundled her face downwards across his knee. His right arm rose and fell with slow weighty deliberation as he began smacking her bottom over her thin muslin frock.

Elizabeth, dazed by the alacrity with which it had all happened, couldn't help wondering if it was all a bad dream. But when she felt Lennox's broad heavy hand descend on her pert, pampered little backside, her whole body went rigid with shock. It wasn't just a dream after all, she really was receiving the first proper spanking of her entire life!

She took a deep breath then, acutely aware of the growing heat in her buttocks as the stinging smacks fell inexorably upon them. Elizabeth gave vent to her outraged sensibilities.

"Stop it! Stop it at once!" she screamed. "I'll tell my guardian about this, and he'll have you thrown out of the house in disgrace! Put me down, you beastly man, put me down immediately!"

Lennox's lap was, like the rest of him, of generous girth and Elizabeth found it impossible to wriggle off it. Not just because his left arm was gripping her tightly round the waist but also because she was suspended in mid air, her flailing arms and legs quite unable to reach the floor below in order to gain purchase.

Amid all her other woes came the chilling realisation that she was utterly at his mercy and that the more insults and abuse she spat at him, the more thoroughly and determinedly he would spank her.

The hot stinging discomfort in her bottom grew each time his powerful hand collided noisily with it. But far worse than the mounting pain in her hot little backside was the dreadful pang of shame - to be manhandled so mortifyingly across the knee of a virtual stranger so as to be punished thus, like a naughty child.

Swallowing her ravaged pride she begged him to stop, remembering in the nick of time the correct manner to address him: "Oh stop, Sir, you are hurting me so! I cannot bear the shame of it, please stop now, Sir!"

"I shall only stop spanking you, Elizabeth, if you promise to go down on your knees and humbly apologise to me for being so defiant and insolent." Although he spoke severely and carried on spanking the girl as hard as ever, nevertheless the faint suspicion of a smile was crinkling the corners of his mouth. In spite of her incorrigible naughtiness Lennox felt himself warming to Elizabeth, for she was a pretty little thing with lots of spirit, and who possessed an exquisitely rounded bottom, as his hand had so unavoidably discovered, ideally equipped to receive any amount of physical correction. He began patting it appreciatively, which caused its owner to squirm with embarrassment.

Then, inwardly chiding himself for entertaining such thoughts, he tightened his grip around her neat little waist and once more raised his hand in the air.

But before it had time to fall, Elizabeth capitulated and exclaimed hastily, "No more! No more! If you let me go, Sir, I promise to apologise!"

He released her immediately and she slid off his lap to the floor, clutching her sore bottom. He allowed her a few moments to rub and soothe away the worst of the smarting, then commanded her to kneel and kiss the hand that had spanked her.

She did so like a lamb, without a murmur, pressing his hand to her lips almost lovingly. Then, in a quiet chastened voice, she begged his pardon for misbehaving earlier. A prodigious change had come over the girl. She was a different person to the truculent little minx who had entered the schoolroom half an hour before. Her eyes, which had previously blazed with defiance, now had a wistful, far-away look to them. She spoke and moved now with a becoming air of gentle submissiveness, as though a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Lennox felt both delighted and vindicated that the spanking, in addition to being well deserved, had effected such an amazing transformation in his pupil's behaviour. His previous experience in dealing with naughty girls, however, led him to suspect that the metamorphosis would be only temporary and that, once the stinging soreness in her bottom had disappeared, Elizabeth would revert to her former delinquent ways. Nevertheless, he would be able to present his employer with a most encouraging report later in the day.

The remainder of the morning was spent in quiet, peaceful study. Lennox soon discovered that Elizabeth's knowledge of history, geography and English grammar was hazy, and her grasp of mathematics practically non existent. Yet, motivated by her hot stinging bottom, she applied herself to her work with commendable zeal.

Even Mr. Harker at lunchtime noticed the improvement in Elizabeth's behaviour. She ate her meal quietly without chattering incessantly or answering him back. She obliged him instantly when he requested she pass the salt and pepper and she even enquired thoughtfully after his health.

The smarting in her bottom had by now abated although it still felt hot and tingly - a constant reminder of what had happened. Now and then Elizabeth gave a little wriggle on her chair to relieve the itching. Her guardian noticed this and was about to reprimand her for fidgeting when Lennox leaned over and murmured, out of Florence's earshot, but loud enough for Elizabeth to hear and blush helplessly:

"I'm afraid she is having a bit of trouble sitting still because I had occasion to warm her bottom this morning. However, I am glad to say it seems to have done her the world of good."

The old man chuckled with delight at the news, relishing the thought that his ward's dainty little sit-upon had at long last been thoroughly chastised. "Go to it, dear boy, go to it!" he exclaimed approvingly, raising his glass of burgundy in tribute. "It is clearly what she has been needing all these years!"

Elizabeth, deeply mortified that her spanking was being so publicly discussed at the luncheon table, opened her mouth to say something spiteful and cutting in retaliation - but instead bit her tongue and just sat there in purgatorial silence, riding out her anger. Normally she would have vented her feelings in no uncertain manner, ending up by deliberately smashing a plate or a wine glass. But that afternoon at two she had to go back to the schoolroom for another long session with her tutor - and a man who had summarily turned her over his knee and spanked her bottom so soundly was more than capable of repeating the performance at the slightest provocation. And as for that awful cane of his - she shuddered as she recalled its supple swishing menace.

That was too easy. I feel a relapse coming on for Elizabeth.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 1

Who would be shocked by your confession of being a spanko?

Roz: I think most of my family would be the most shocked, and a couple of friends. No, I don't think the reaction would be very enjoyable.

Amy: Eric and I would never tell someone how to raise his/her children but we have a cousin who is constantly telling everyone how to live their lives. He is a big proponent of corporal punishment for children and we just see it differently. One night he went round and round with us, "There are times when a spanking is required, it's necessary, it just has to be done." We disagreed, as far as children go. Imagine our cousin's shock if we told him we totally agreed with him, as far as our relationship goes. I would enjoy that one. I'm tired of that guy telling us we "just don't understand" about a million topics he spouts on about. We are not dumb. We understand. We just don't always agree!

Jan: Hi Hermione, my very prim and miserable sister-in-law would be the most shocked! She is the one who needs a spanking though. My brother deserves so much more and he is too nice to leave her. I would hate her reaction to finding out about us, she would be nasty.

Bogey: I can not imagine trying to shock someone by telling them. I have told a few people, they accepted it.
I do wonder why we hold spanking so close while being rather open about sexual acts.

Katie: Hi Hermione,:) I can only think of one friend, who would probably think that our spanky business is fun, etc. Everyone else - it wouldn't be good. Maybe I am not giving people enough credit, but I am not about to find out any time soon... or ever. I keep my counter on my blog page, just in case someone I know does end up there. I figure that at least they would see that people actually read my blog every once in while. LOL! Creative, isn't it? HA!

Jackie: My best friend's mother, visiting her on Spring Break, her daughter and I are roommates. She is that motherly figure that I so enjoy. My friend knows of this, she reminds me a spanking from her mother is not what you want.

Wilma: We have several friends who know I am submissive to Barney. This came about through organic conversations. Two of those I am sure pretty much 'know' what goes on as one friend has seen a mystery mark on my thigh and quickly changed the conversation surrounding it with other friends - plus he has made it no secret to us that he likes to spank his wife in foreplay; the other friend is anything but vanilla so I'm sure she's figured it out too. A family member also knows as she too is submissive to her husband without the discipline part. We do have one friend who out and out knows everything - and it is nice to have a friend I can be honest with - even if he mocks me when he sees me walking stiffly. LOL.

BUT that was not your question. None of these people 'found' out, I told them. To be discovered - I wouldn't like that. My family would be fine with the submissive part as my brothers are very alpha and boss me around anyway - just not the physical. Do I think they would understand if it were merely sexual? Yes. As for our close friends? I don't think most of them would bat an eye. We are a close knit group and not very vanilla. Live and let live is their mentality. I would just be embarrassed for a minute or two. Again not the sexual aspect but the punishment part.

Ronnie: There is one friend who I would totally not wish her finding out as she is so prim and proper, never married, she would be shocked and not understand how much I tried to explain.

Hermione: I would love to be able to tell a couple of mean teachers I had in grades 5 and 6. It would really shock them and I would enjoy seeing their discomfort. I know if I had told my grandmother, she would have been upset, and I wouldn't have wanted that.

Thank you all for sharing your  thoughts on this subject.  Have a great week!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #196

 Welcome, one and all, to another spanko brunch, when we all join in a discussion about spanking. While some of my readers are open about their preferences, many of us keep our love of spanking to ourselves. Yet from time to time, it's fun to think about what the reaction might be if we told someone "I like spanking".

Who would be very shocked by learning of your enjoyment of spanking? Would the person's reaction be something you would enjoy seeing, or would it be upsetting to you?

As always, leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our discussion.