Spanko Brunch 2.0 #222

Welcome, one and all, to our weekly discussion time. This week we sadly say goodbye to a remarkable woman. Aunt Kay, the originator of the Disciplinary Wives Club, has passed away. Aunt Kay was a remarkable woman, whose blog inspired many men and women to pursue a lifestyle that suited them best. An anonymous reader suggested a topic that I think Aunt Kay would have approved of.

Do women enjoy having a husband or boyfriend who acts childishly and giving him a spanking? Do men wish to be treated as naughty little boys by their wives or girlfriends and is this common?

I know that I have many male readers who can relate to this feeling, and I also hope that there are female readers who understand and who will respond. You can always remain anonymous. I would love to hear from you.

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

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KDpierre: Peter Thomas: "A seemingly innocent backyard shower.....but did a heavy bucket and a rotten tree limb lead to disaster? Or was there something more to it? Forensic botanists....."

Leigh: I just love outdoor showers.

Ronnie: Hilda wondered how much longer she would have to shower outside before her new bathroom was ready.

Anon 1: Hilda was very proud of her new outdoor shower, and she was especially pleased that she was able to locate it right next to the pump so she didn’t have to walk very far to fill the bucket. Then, right in the middle of her very first shower, she heard a voice call from behind her. Suddenly realizing she was completely naked, Hilda ducked behind the fence for cover, and upon peeking over the top came face-to-face with the town’s very cute and single sheriff, who inquired why she was showering naked in her front yard where anyone passing by could see. Hilda said she was so excited about being able to shower outside on such a beautiful spring afternoon that she’d gotten caught up in the moment and hadn’t considered that someone might walk by. When the sheriff told Hilda he’d have to give her a ticket for public indecency, she stood up, flaunting her ample curves, and asked if there wasn’t some other way she could pay her debt to society. The sheriff gave her a big grin and said there was. He then stepped over the fence and led Hilda back to her house. Once inside, he took a seat on the sofa and proceeded to deposit a very shocked and dismayed Hilda over his knee. After administering a stinging spanking to Hilda’s wet bottom, he ordered the remorseful miscreant to stand in the corner and told her that the next time he caught her running around naked outside, he would spank her right then and there, and that afterward he would make her stand in the middle of the yard with her red bottom on display so that anyone who came by would know exactly what happens to naughty ladies who break the law. Hilda promised to be a very good girl in the future, at which point the sheriff leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and asked if he could take her to dinner. Hilda, thrilled thrilled beyond words, nodded her acceptance, but as she reached back to soothe her burning buns, wondered how she was going to manage to sit through a meal on her extremely tender bottom.

Windy: If you are impressed with this plumbing set up, wait until you see how I operate this water pump. I've been practicing my kegels.

EsMay: Hilda was especially thankful for the water bucket on this day, that rained down ice cool water from the hose above. To anyone looking, she was just enjoying a daily cleaning, but to the man that had just blistered her bottom, he knew the truth of how her hot skin and burning bottom were needing the relief. He smiled, wondering if anyone would realize that the items on the fence were not hats, that no woman could wear two hats at the same time. Would they realize those were really ice packs she'd used on her tender bottom when she found his attentions to be a bit more than she could handle? Ah, sweet Hilda, he knew they'd be replaying this scene many a days in the future, he would have to permanently find a way to attach the bucket, she'd be needing it often.


Anon 2: Funny how Hilda’s indoor plumbing worked fine, except for the shower. Eventually she realized it had started when neighbor boy Otto had reached a certain age. She was never sure of his vantage point, so Hilda would turn and bend to be sure to show off every curve, hook and cranny.

There would be more games to play in the winter when the weather cooled off. Hilda thought Otto might make a good houseboy. She could teach him a thing or two.

Anon 3: Knowing Hilda’s penchant for nudity, her boyfriend had warned her that if she used the outdoor shower she had better be wearing something, like her bikini … or there would be consequences. As usual, the mischievous and bratty Hilda defied his admonition, so she wasn’t at all surprised when he opened the window and called for her to come back in the house. Hilda refused, knowing full well what fate awaited her inside, until he informed her that she had an audience. Hilda, making sure to turn only her head, glanced over her shoulder and saw a group of about a dozen local boys lined up across the street. How long they had been admiring her wares, she did not know, but she was thankful she had not had any reason to turn around during her shower. Hilda stood frozen, weighing her options, then decided that since she was going to have to face the consequences anyway, her best recourse was to get inside as quickly as possible before she exposed more than her ample backside to the boys’ prying eyes. Hilda took off running, her bouncing bottom drawing whistles, cheers and applause from her admirers, and didn’t slow down until she burst through the door and closed it behind her with a sense of relief that was very short-lived because as soon as she turned and stepped into the living room, she stumbled into her boyfriend’s outstretched arms and was immediately guided her across his waiting lap. Following a stern, and more vociferous than usual lecture, her boyfriend, who knew the only way to get his message through Hilda’s thick head was to vigorously deliver through her supple behind, raised the hairbrush that Hilda had failed to notice he was clutching and brought it down hard on her upturned and still wet bottom. Hilda did her best to temper her reaction to the stinging swats, but the harder and faster her boyfriend rained the hairbrush down on her beleaguered bottom, the louder she squalled, pleaded, and promised to behave, until the resounding smacks and her subsequent cries of pain echoed throughout their small house. Despite her anguish, Hilda took some measure of comfort in knowing that at least the boys across the street were not aware of her current predicament. It was going to be hard enough to show her face in public after the boys spread the word about what they had seen, it would be so much worse if word got out that her boyfriend had spanked her like a naughty little girl. Unfortunately for Hilda, her serenity was shattered when, as she clutched her throbbing posterior and danced across the room to assume her all to familiar post-paddling position in the corner, she noticed that her boyfriend had deliberately left the window open so that in addition to the eyeful to which she had unknowingly treated them earlier, she had unwittingly treated the boys to quite an earful … and quite an education her boyfriend hoped they would remember when it came time for them to deal with their own naughty ladies.

Anon 4: Hilda was convinced she had finally outsmarted her boyfriend. She knew she was in for a sound spanking if he discovered her standing naked under the outdoor showering, but she reasoned that the cold pump water would numb her bottom sufficiently enough that she wouldn’t even feel the sting when her boyfriend applied his firm hand to it. After all, her theory went, since taking a cold shower after a spanking soothed her burning bottom, reversing that procedure would certainly result in a pain-free trip over her boyfriend’s knee. Of course, she mused, she’d kick and squeal like normal, and pretend to have trouble sitting so her boyfriend wouldn’t be any the wiser. It’s a perfect plan, she thought with a smug and satisfied smile as the cool water washed over her face, around her glorious curves, and down her now icy bottom. Later that afternoon, a very rueful Hilda found herself standing naked in the corner while her boyfriend, sporting his own smug and satisfied smile, sat on the sofa enjoying the sight of her rubbing her searing, bouncing, scarlet behind as she hopped from one foot to the other and pondered how her theory had gone so wrong.

Anon 5: Hilda loved her time at the old family cottage out "in the country," as it had been referred to as long as she remembered. She especially enjoyed it with her husband, Cyril, who knew how important discipline was to her. Although there was a perfectly suitable shower indoors, this old-fashioned outdoor shower from days gone by still beckoned to her....especially after Cyril had done his duty and reddened her ample bottom for that silly chatter last night during the visit from Cousin Hermione. At peace, she once again enjoyed the shower she recalled from her youth....but no one had ever treated her quite as nicely as Cyril.

Hermione: This old bucket sure helps to cool off my hot bottom!

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Grammar has been on my mind lately, and here are some of the groaners I've found.

Happy Friday!

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Sir Wendel sent me this picture of our Hilda enjoying a summer shower. What is the story behind it?

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

From the Top Shelf - Heatherton Hall, chapter 2a

Last week I reintroduced the late Rollin Hand's novelette, The Ladies of Heatherton Hall. We will continue today with chapter 2. Since it is quite long, I have had to break it into two installments. Unfortunately, today's installment does not contain any spanking, so skip it if you wish. There is, however, a lovely buildup to what is to come.

“Come with me,” said Gwyneth, a day or so later.

“Where to?” Josh had just come down to breakfast and was rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The incident with the maids was still fresh in his mind, but they seemed to bear him no ill will. In fact, if he encountered either Jane or Millie, they would just smile at him, rather coquettishly, he thought. It was as if, in dispensing discipline, he had helped clear the air and had restored harmony in the household. Curious.

“The dock. The ferry is coming in and my cousins Amanda and Felicity Campion are arriving. They are on holiday and will stay with us for a few weeks. They have been here before and I want them to meet you.”

“Cousins?”

“My mother’s brother married and had two daughters, and every summer they pack them off to somewhere just to get them out of the city— and out of the way. And no wonder. They can be a handful.” She rolled her eyes to emphasize the point. “So let’s be off. Can you drive?”

“Sure,” said Josh. Gwyneth just smiled and tossed him the keys. They made the dock, but barely. After attempting to navigate the narrow roads of Oakton Island while driving on the left side of the road, he was as white as a sheet. “Good God, that was unnerving. You drive on the wrong side of the damn road here!”

“Well, you said you could drive,” said Gwyneth, smiling sweetly, her hand covering a laugh.

Josh muttered something under his breath as Gwyneth took his hand and patted it. “There, there, you’ll get the hang of it — just another adjustment to make as the new Earl of Carlisle.”

Like the last “adjustment”? thought Josh. He sure hadn’t figured on being the lord high dispenser of corporal discipline for a whole household. The incident had been as unnerving as it had been arousing. Oh, sure he had spanked a few bratty girlfriends in his day, but that had been all slap and tickle, a prelude to the action. Still, as he recalled, a few swats on the bottom had often led to some passionate sex later. But this sort of formal punishment was at a different level. He found himself assessing the responsibility, now seemingly thrust upon him. Where would this all go?

His train of thought was interrupted by the arrival of the ferry. The ladies who disembarked were pretty. Amanda was medium height, with long raven-colored hair. Felicity was shorter, an impish-looking cute blonde with freckles. Josh guessed their ages at somewhere around eighteen. Gwyneth had said they were in the sixth form, whatever that meant. They gave Josh the once over, looking him up and down like a prize stallion they might purchase.

“Where did you get this one, Gwynnie?” said Amanda with cool appraisal in her voice. She looked at him over the top of her dark glasses.

“I’ll have you girls know this is the new Earl of Carlisle.”

Gwyneth explained as best she could the odd circumstance that had brought the American to their shores. Then she continued without dropping a beat. “So you’d do well to be on your best behavior for the duration. Let’s have no wild shenanigans like last year.”

“Oh, come on, Gwynnie, we’re here to have fun. Mum and Papa were ever so keen to get rid of us for a spell. Loosen up.” This from the other one, Felicity.

“Yes,” said Amanda. “After boarding school, it’s about time we had a chance to do some serious carousing. Are those boys, Billy and Tom Higgins, still around?”

“Look, girls, I don’t mean to be a spoilsport, but things are a teensy bit tense now, what with all the demonstrators and those real estate clods.” Gwyneth practically spat that one out. “I think you’ll have to keep the carousing down to a mild roar.”

Josh just shook his head. Then he steeled himself for the drive back. About halfway there, after swerving to avoid oncoming cars and nearly crashing into stone fences on the narrow road, he realized that Gwyneth had probably played him on this one. After all, the household had a chauffeur. Why had she tossed him the keys? Obviously to have a little fun with the new guy.

But they made it back, the girls chatting and laughing as though he were no more than a chauffeur, and Josh concentrating for all he was worth, trying to visualize everything in reverse image so he didn’t pull into the wrong lane by mistake. By the time they pulled into Heatherton Hall, Josh was finally getting used to it. The terror had subsided a bit.

Lydia Heatherton received the girls in the parlor. Her mood seemed guarded, and while she welcomed the Campion sisters cordially, there was an underlying sense of trepidation. Or at least it seemed that way to Josh. That feeling was confirmed when she pulled him aside. “You’ll have to watch those two,” she said. “When they are away from mum and dad they have a tendency to get into some naughty scrapes. Because they are family, when they do, that reflects upon Heatherton Hall. Right now is not a good time for raunchy behavior,” she sniffed.

Well, now, what am I supposed to do? Josh heard her, but he sighed to himself. Two girls on holiday here? He wasn’t some sort of nursemaid.

The new earl spent the next several days going over the books and being instructed by Griggs in the ways of manor life appropriate for a man of his new station in life . He met all the staff and resolved to memorize each one’s name. What he realized was that the manor was a business. Tenants worked the land and paid rent to the Hall. He made a mental note that, at some point, he’d have to meet the tenants personally to get a sense of how this was going to work. He still wasn’t sure he was cut out for all of this.

He didn’t see much of Gwyneth. She seemed preoccupied with the developers but, thankfully, no more riots had broken out. He vowed that when he had the time, he’d address that problem. Right now, just learning the ropes was a full time job. He was grateful that things seemed quiet.

The quiet was shattered by Gwyneth. It was a Friday night, late, when she burst through the front door just before Lydia was about to retire.

“We have an emergency!” she declared.

“What on earth?” said Lydia Heatherton. She was halfway up the stairs to her room and had turned to observe an obviously agitated Gwyneth in the foyer, waving her arms.

Josh was in the study and heard the commotion. He emerged in time to hear Gwyneth describe the situation.

“It’s Amanda and Felicity,” she said. “They’re at the Three Bells in Carlisle—Andy Sedgwick just gave me a call to say that they are drunk and dancing on the table and things are getting ugly.” Seeing Josh’s perplexed look she said, “Andy is a tenant. He was in there having a pint and saw them come in with some boys. Things heated up from there.”

“What are they doing there? They are under age. You must be twenty-one on Oakton Island.” This from the family matriarch.

“Yes, Granny, I know. That’s why we have to go get them. The constables could be on the way any minute.”

“Yes, of course. We’ll leave immediately.” There was steely determination in Lydia Heatherton’s voice when she answered. All thought of retiring for the night was gone. This was a mission to save the family honor. “And when I get them home... ooh! Cranston was much too lenient on those girls the last time.”

“What’s going on?” said Josh.

“Come. There is not a minute to lose. Andy will help, but he said it’s shaping up like a brawl between the locals and the construction workers brought in by the developers.” Gwyneth rousted William, the chauffeur. They all piled into the car and made for the Three Bells.

It was a raucous scene inside. A crowd surrounded Amanda and Felicity, who were up on a table, bumping and grinding, as watchers hooted, whistled, and clapped. That the pair was inebriated was obvious. The issue was how to extract the girls before the constables arrived.

“You are going to have to fetch them, Mr. Fairchild. If they are carted off to jail I’ll never hear the end of it from Melinda Campion-—that’s their mother,” the countess added for Josh’s benefit. “Spoiled those girls rotten, I say.”

From what Josh had heard about justice on Oakton Island, his first thought was that maybe being hauled off to the slammer would  serve them right. Something about a matron and her whippy birch rod? But Lydia Heatherton clearly did not want that to happen, so Josh enlisted William and Andy Sedgwick and they waded in. Josh affected his best authoritative pose, head high, hands on hips, and boomed out. “Okay, girls, party’s over. Time to go home.”

Amanda stopped, looked at Josh, and giggled. She grabbed Felicity and pointed at him. “Look, Felicity, it’s none other than the bloomin’ Earl of Carlisle, come to rescue us.”

“We don’t need rescuing, Your Lordship,” shouted Felicity above the din. Then she elbowed Amanda and both girls broke into uncontrollable laughter.

“You’re coming with me, right now,” said Josh, shouting above the noise and trying his best to project authority.

“No!” shouted Amanda. “We’re having too much fun.” And she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Time to wade in, boys,” said Josh. Andy and William nodded and they started forward. But they were met with resistance.

“Whoa, whoa, lads. The girls are just havin’ a bit of fun,” said a particularly enthusiastic patron with a mug in his hand. “Who you think you lads are, anyway?” A trio of patrons formed a wall between them and the girls, blocking their way.

“He’s the new Earl of Carlisle and these girls are in his charge,” said William. “And I’ll trouble you to stand aside.”

“The earl, is it? I never seen one o’ those before. Hey, boys, we got us some royalty here. Better let his highness through.” But they didn’t move.

“He’s not from here,” Andy muttered in Josh’s ear. “Neither are the others. They’re with that construction crew building those houses.”

“The girls are coming with us,” said Josh. But he saw what was developing and things looked ugly. It would be helpful if Amanda and Felicity would cooperate, but they seemed content to stand  there and giggle while Josh attempted to deal with the situation before the police arrived. Josh tried to squeeze between two of the girls’ new defenders, but a guy grabbed his arm. He elbowed the man in the solar plexus.

And all hell broke loose. Fists flew, bottles broke. There was squealing and yelling. Somehow Josh got to Amanda and threw her over his shoulder. Kicking and screaming, she angrily pounded her fists on his back. Her heel flew back and hit Josh in his nose and it started to bleed. A thrown bottle clunked him in the head. Andy grabbed Felicity and hustled her through the melee. By this time islanders and outsiders had gotten into it, and inside the pub, things had escalated into a full-scale brawl. But Josh and his entourage had made their escape. In the distance he could hear the whine of sirens approaching. “Let’s go,” he said, and they managed to cram all seven of them into the car and speed away.

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“Just what did you two think you were doing in that pub?” Lydia Heatherton was furious. They were now back at the manor and the girls were sitting side by side on a couch in the study while their great-aunt railed at them. “Your behavior was atrocious. What would your parents say? Think of the shame you bring on the family acting like that. How did you get into that pub anyway? You are under age on Oakton Island.”

The girls sat there, sullen and pouting. Josh leaned against the desk, a cloth filled with ice pressed to his face. He didn’t think the nose was broken, but he wasn’t sure. His head throbbed where the bottle had hit it. Gwyneth watched the scene with a bemused detachment. A knock on the door interrupted the dowager countess’ tirade. A minute later Griggs ushered the island constables into the study. The badges said “Robinson” and “Pelham.”

“Beggin’ your pardon, Lady Heatherton, but it seems that a couple of your household were implicated in a bit of row this evening. We got orders to take ’em in until we get it all sorted out. There was allegations these girls was under age,” said Robinson, apparently the leader of the team. “The penalty for a minor in possession of alcohol, public drunkenness, lewd behavior, and inciting a riot could be a dozen with the island birch,” he added, looking pointedly at Amanda and Felicity.

That finally got the girls’ attention. “Auntie, please do something. Don’t let them take us to that jail,” pleaded Amanda, now panicked.

Josh mused that in view of the constable’s pronouncement, they were well aware of what could happen in that jail. His mind wandered back to that discussion on the ferry about the matron and the birch rod. The girls had been here before. Surely they had known about the island’s “quaint” custom. That actually seemed appropriate for a pair of underage girls gone wild in a pub.

Lydia Heatherton considered this for a moment, then she spoke. “As you know, constable, tradition holds that Heatherton Hall has imposed discipline on its own when necessary to preserve decorum and decency. In the past the Earl of Carlisle has taken up that duty personally.”

“Beggin’ your pardon, Lady Heatherton, but the earl, rest his soul, is dead,” said Constable Robinson.

“No, he’s not,” said Lydia Heatherton. “Constable, meet Joshua Fairchild, the new Earl of Carlisle.”

For a moment Constable Robinson was silent, assessing the situation. Then he set his lips, nodded to himself and said, “If you and the new earl here can assure me that these ladies will be dealt with, maybe there’s no need to haul them in. Do I have your word?”

Lydia Heatherton glared at her great-nieces and spoke in a voice that left no doubt as to her intent. “You have my word that these two will be dealt with most severely, and you’ll not see this behavior again.” She turned toward Josh. “If the earl agrees, of course.”

Josh eyed Amanda and Felicity, who quailed under his direct gaze. He was angry enough, that was for sure. These little madams needed a good... well, he’d figure out what. “As the earl, and speaking for Heatherton Hall, you have my word, constable,” he said evenly.

“Well, then,” said the constable, “we’d best leave you now to sort things out.” He tipped his hat and Griggs escorted them out.

Josh fixed Amanda and Felicity with a steely gaze. “We’ll deal with this in the morning,” he said. He watched as the two girls were ushered out by Lydia Heatherton, who continued to scold them all the way up the stairs.

“What do you intend to do?” asked Gwyneth. She was intrigued now. This was a different side of Josh Fairchild.

“I have an idea or two.”

Something tells me that his idea will not appeal to Amanda or Felicity in the slightest.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for April 1

Happy Easter and Happy Passover, everyone! Here are your thoughts on OTK spanking.

Anon 1: With Hubby sitting in a chair and me bending over one of his legs is a very vulnerable position. I received a memorable spanking with a garden stick back in our early dd days. But we have to use pillows because it puts too much pressure on my stomach. So, although I have wonderful (not wonderful at the time- hehe) memories of the beginning of my submission and his dominance, we don't use this position currently. Any suggests for adjustments would be appreciate as I think for the dom/sub, hoh/wife, that OTK is the most intimate and humbling position for me (and sexy).

DearHeart, I don't have a blog. I just read yours and others but have not commented on this stuff ever. I like that you have questions every Sunday. Please feel free to use my comments or part of it or none of it.

Anon 1, your comment is wonderful and I am printing it in its entirety. Please feel free to come back and comment anytime!

Simon: I enjoy it but I do find it uncomfortable. From speaking to the ladies I've been lucky enough to spank I think it's a fairly universal feeling. They and I prefer to go over a lap on a flat surface such as a sofa or a bed. There's less stress on the arms and stomach and it avoids the occasional dizziness that can result from the head being so low.

Amy: OTK?! That's our favorite. I feel safe and secure across Eric's lap and he has a lot of control over what he's doing. One way or another, I spend some time over his knee every time I get spanked.

The Glenmore: Irrespective of who is getting spanked the over the knee position is our favourite.

Ricky: Oh gosh, don't ask. Not because I know anymore than anyone else, but because I wish I did (blush). Not for us, to reason why....
Well, anyway.

Have a Happy and Joyous Easter, Hermione, to you and yours.


Wilma: Barney claims he can't strike hard enough OTK. ( It is sort of true). I don't miss it. I do like it when he holds me around the waist on occasion, but even that is short lived. He prefers to have my feet restrained so they don't get in the way, and wrestling with me during isn't something he's fond of. LOL. Actually I prefer restraints too as they are much more 'freeing' in the long run.

He has used OTK for interrogation, but spanking wasn't on the agenda.

Fondles: It's not a position we do a lot, most of the time we're side by side on the bed and he's on his side (bottom arm bent and supporting his head) while I'm face down with my head turned towards him so I'm facing his chest/neck if you can imagine that.

We also do get across his lap like an X - I'm across his hip more than his knee!

But on the occasion he's sitting up then he WILL motion for me to get over his knee. I enjoy them all!

Roz: I love otk, so much more intimate. Many spankings used to start in this position.

Wishing you and Ron Happy Easter. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend :)

Arched one: OTK is a very intimate position and just the other day Robyn had me in that position while she sat on the sofa. But for longer spanking she prefers me on the bed while she applies implements to my bottom.

And have a Happy Easter.

Joe: My wife Jackie states that an over the knee spanking is what naughty little boys get when they are naughty. So when I’m naughty I’m put over her knee and spanked. She will make me stand before her, lower my pants and underpants and scold me first, once the spanking is done I face the wall to display her work. I have been taken from the shower a few times, placed over her lap and my wet bottom feeling the sting of her hairbrush. Yes I do feel like a naughty little boy over her lap, she states I act as such, she also believes she has me restrained in this position that I cannot get away.

Anon 2: When dating my girlfriend now my wife told me that men are just little boys in adult bodies. Her mother taught her this and I asked her why she brought this up. She smiled and said my actions today reminded her, and I said what else did your mother teach you. Nothing more she said, we were at her apartment when this conversation took place. I then told her of my desires to be spanked, she said not a problem.

I stood up and said would you do it now and soon I was over her lap and learned from the start that an over the knee spanking hurt, she had me constrained and no matter how much I told her enough she did not stop. We are married, been for several years, still spanked over her lap, always on the bare bottom, always with a hairbrush, corner time, and I do the spanking dance after each spanking.

Anon 3: The idea is appealing but it doesn’t really work for us.

My wife Irene is the spanker and I’m twice her size. OTK sort of works with a hairbrush or wooden spoon. She can’t give me anything approaching a serious spanking with her hand.

Irene prefers a riding crop or a strap. I’m on all fours over pillows or lying down, and she’s taking a full swing. Often I’m tied down as well.

Baxter: My wife has tried several times to spank me over her knee but it doesn't work very well. Her spankings are much more effective with me bent over the bed or lying on top of pillows.

Ronnie: OTK is a favourite position and most spankings start off that way.

Bernie: Tried it 2 - 3 times, but it really didn't work. I'd have to be a whole lot shorter. Great in the imagination, but the reality is quite different.

abby: It is my favorite place to be, and almost all spankings start of that way.

Hermione: It is the position that pushes all the right buttons for me, whether in a photo, text, cartoon or video. In real life, not so much. It's rather uncomfortable to get into a true OTK position, and I find it hard to breathe. So we prefer other, less demanding positions.

Yorkie: OTK is the only position we do. Her sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard propped up by pillows. Both of us naked.

I am delighted that this topic was so popular, and that several new friends joined in the discussion. I am always looking for new topics, so if there is something you would like to discuss at brunch, please leave me a comment or send me an email.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #221

A big end of March welcome to all spanking enthusiasts.  Enjoy your chocolate treats while you discuss this week's topic about the traditional position for spanking.

What do you think about the over the knee position? How often do you actually experience it? Do you enjoy it as much in real life as you do in your imagination?

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