Spanko Brunch 2.0 #223

Welcome to our weekly discussion of all things spanking. Lately I have been thinking about how certain implements are traditionally used in certain parts of the world, and therefore resonate with people used to experiencing them. The tawse, used frequently in Scotland, was, until recently, a rarity elsewhere. The English cane is the implement of choice for many adults residing in that country, and the paddle is most often the first choice in the US. Then there's the hairbrush.

What are your thoughts on the hairbrush? Do you think it has an association with a particular part of the world? Does the hairbrush push the right buttons for you in literature, videos and pictures? How about in real life? Is it your go-to implement, or is it rarely part of your spanking activity?

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

You Completed the Caption

This is the original caption that came with the photo, and it has been around on Facebook for a while, although since I don't use FB I hadn't seen it. Now here are your captions:

KDPierre: Despite their good intentions, these protesters received a lot of criticism from people who thought such a ban was cruel and unfair to those who walked with a limp.

Joe: Hi, I first saw this photo a long time ago in a 'hardback' book, to do with the punishment of School Girls. The photo was, I believe, taken at a County Show in the south of England and the young ladies were protesting about frequent canings they received at their Private or Charity school, and some had been caned at 18/19 on the bare bottom! I am not sure of the Author.

Baxter: No to the cane, but turn the sign around and it says yes to the tawse. Sure. :)

Anon 1: Following their demonstration, the protestors were marched into the Headmaster's office where they were informed that the school administration was in agreement that the cane was an outdated form of punishment for young ladies. Then the Headmaster unveiled his new implement of choice, a large wooden paddle, which he then proceeded to apply to each girl's knicker-clad bottom. Afterward, the girls all agreed that their protest had not been in vain because even though six of the best with the paddle hurt terribly and left them unable to sit comfortably in class for several days, it was still better than the much hated cane.

Windy: I was just thinking I wouldn't want to be any of those girls because the would end up in very big trouble in one of Hermione's stories !! :)

Anon 2: Glenda and her husband, James, were sitting at the kitchen table when their granddaughter, Felicity, brought in a photo album she’d found and inquired if the girl on the right helping to hold the sign was her grandmother. An embarrassed Glenda acknowledged that yes, it was indeed her, and explained that when she was in school, it was common practice for the teachers and headmasters to punish girls by giving them strokes of the cane, and that she and her friends were protesting because they thought the practice was antiquated and that they were too old to be punished like naughty children.
When her granddaughter asked if the protest had worked, Glenda sighed and replied that it had not, that their fathers had put a quick stop to it and had hauled them all home where each girl received a good paddling, and that when they got back to school the headmaster had made it abundantly clear that he was not about to abandon the cane as his preferred method of punishing obstreperous young ladies. Felicity grimaced a bit and stated that she was glad her school had stopped using corporal punishment before she got there. She then said she knew Glenda and James were sweethearts at the time and asked what her grandfather thought about the protest. James started to answer but was interrupted by Glenda, who said he was very supportive of her efforts.
After Felicity left to join her friends for an outing to the mall, James inquired with a sly grin as to why Glenda hadn’t been truthful with Felicity. Glenda blushed and replied that Felicity certainly didn’t need to know about the fight they’d had because James had forbidden her to take part in the protest, and that in addition to the punishment she’d received from her father and the headmaster, he had followed through on his threat to give her a sound spanking. James laughed and said that although he certainly understood her point of view, that nevertheless, she had lied, and that obviously it had been far too long since he had held her accountable for such naughty behavior. James then pushed his chair back from the table and patted his lap. Glenda, her thoughts drifting back to the very first time James had beckoned her across his lap, inquired what would happen if she protested, to which James replied that any protest she might stage would be as effective now as it was when she was a schoolgirl.

Bernie: There seem to be six protesters. Did they each get one per protester?

Sir Wendel: Victory came just 2 days after the protest started. The Head Master got rid of the cane and replaced it with the belt which he promptly used the whip the protester's bare bottoms.

Anon 3: As the women of the “No To The Cane” protest gathered to celebrate the 40th anniversary of their demonstration they lamented the fact that until a few years ago, the day’s activities had ended with each woman receiving a sound spanking from her husband to mark the fact that this day was also the first time their boyfriends, now husbands, had spanked them. The boys had dragged them away minutes before headmaster got to the field and taken them to Frank’s basement because it was close by. The ungrateful girls had been such brats that the boys finally yanked them over their laps and spanked them. And to make sure the girls knew they were in this together, the girls were passed around and spanked by each boy, finally ending up back across their own boyfriend’s lap for a final flurry of swats.
the women sat whining about the lack of attention being paid to their bottoms, and other parts, Nadine suggested they re-stage their protest … with a slight twist. The next day they bought schoolgirl outfits and lingerie that matched what they had worn 40 years ago. They texted their husbands and told them to meet up after work, come to Frank’s house, and join them in the backyard. When the men arrived, they found the ladies dressed in their schoolgirl outfits and holding a sign that read, “Yes To The Hairbrush.” The husbands then led their wayward wives down to the basement, where a circle of folding chairs, a hairbrush on each, had been arranged. In no time, the men had draped their naughty schoolgirl-wives over their knees, and were raising their skirts and lowering their knickers, all the while admiring the voluptuous bottoms on display. The women set about wiggling and grinding their hips into their husbands’ laps in hope of arousing some hard evidence to confirm their plan was working. Their efforts were soon rewarded, and as their husbands patted their bottoms, the women twitched, moaned and fantasized about the pleasures awaiting her.
Their bliss was short-lived, and they were snapped back to reality when the first round of swats landed on their backsides, at which point their sultry squirming gave way to involuntary writhing, the warmth in their loins was overcome by the searing heat radiating from their rear ends, and their attention was refocused from the hardness beneath them to the hardness of the hairbrushes raining down on their upturned fannies. The women had not anticipated their husbands would be such energetic partners and were unprepared for the furious manner in which the hairbrushes were being applied to their vulnerable cheeks. It wasn’t long before they were kicking and squalling in pain.
They also hadn’t counted on their husbands re-enacting the entire spanking scene, so just when they thought their torment had ended, they were instructed to shift to the next husband in line. Once they’d made their way around the circle, they found themselves back across their husband’s lap for one final dose of the hairbrush, after which they were lined up against the wall so their husbands could admire their rosy rumps and enjoy a well-earned beer.
Standing in Nadine’s kitchen rubbing their still throbbing behinds the next morning, the satisfied wives agreed that their protest had succeeded, and that despite the fact that they wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably any time in the near future since their husbands had vowed to make up for lost spanking time, the had to admit that a sore bottom was a small price to pay for a happy husband and a stimulating marriage.

Hermione: Many men and women, who had obtained their lifelong interest in spanking by being caned at school, tried to reason with the protesters, who eventually saw reason and dispersed.

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Recently I heard from Boru, a regular reader of this blog, and he very kindly sent me this photo. I have to assume it wasn't photoshopped because it looks like a real protest from the sixties. What do you suppose was the outcome of this protest?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your votes—pro or con—on Saturday.

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I love this meme that Ronnie posted last week, so here goes:


Age?  Old enough to know better

Bed size?  King, with plenty of room for the dogs.

Chore you hate? Dusting

Pets' names?  Blue Bird, Green Bird, Big Fish, Little Fish, Little White Fish. One dog has the name of a character from Cheers, while the other does not.

Essential start to your day (items)? Rice Krispies, water and calcium tablet, then iPad for my favourite games.

Favourite colour?  Blue

Gold or silver?  Give me silver every time, but not the kind you have to polish.

Height?  5' 7", down from 5'8". I'm shrinking :(

Instruments you play (in head or real)? In the order I learned them: tambourine, recorder, vibraphone, guitar, clarinet and piano. Next on my list: violin.

Kids?  No thanks

Living arrangements?  With my partner

Music you love?  Folk, sixties and seventies oldies.

Nicknames?  Nana

Job?  Editor

Overnight hospital stay other than birth?  Twice in six months for surgery thirty years ago.

Pet Peeve?  Rudeness

Quote from a movie?  "Follow the Money" from All the President's Men

Right or left handed?  Right handed

Siblings?  None

Time you wake up?  Between 5:00 and 5:30, or whenever the dogs wake up

Underwear? Always

Vegetables you dislike?  I like them all, but hate cilantro. Does that count as a vegetable?

Workout style?  Running to pick up dog poop before the dogs eat it.

Best dish you make?  Chicken cacciatore, using Jamie Oliver's recipe. If you do all the prep ahead of time, it really does take only 15 minutes. 

Best place to visit?  Of places I have been, Salem, MA. That was some weird shit!

From the Top Shelf - Heatherton Hall, chapter 2b

Today we continue with Rollin Hand's takeoff on Downton Abbey. You may wish to refresh your memory by reading here how the two young cousins got themselves into a whole heap of trouble at the local pub. It's now the following morningand Josh must deal with them.

“You have a barn?” asked Josh the next morning. His head still hurt, but the swelling around his nose had subsided. Maybe it wasn’t broken after all.

“Yes,” said Gwyneth.

“With some tools and a workspace?”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s take a walk.” Josh took Gwyneth by the arm and escorted her out. They crossed the courtyard and made their way toward several outbuildings.

“The barn is this way,” said Gwyneth, leading. “But what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see,” said Josh. By this time, they had reached the barn. Gwyneth led him through a side door into a tack room. Behind the tack room there was a work space with tools hung on the walls. There were power tools as well, which was exactly what Josh was looking for. It was, in fact, a well-equipped work room with a jig saw and a band saw.

“We have men on staff who do repairs when needed, so we have,this work room with tools. It was something my father built. He enjoyed working with his hands,” explained Gwyneth.

“So do I,” said Josh, looking around. He spied a pile of lumber inba corner, just odds and ends. Sifting through it, he found a likely piece. It was a slat, about four inches wide and nearly an inch thick.

Josh took it over to the jig saw and cut it down to fifteen inches. Then he formed one end into a narrow handle. Finding a sander, he smoothed and rounded all the edges. Gwyneth watched with interest. When he was done, Josh held it up. “See?” he said. “Just what I need, the ol’ schoolhouse paddle.”

“I see,” said Gwyneth, beginning to feel positively squirmy at the sight.

Josh tapped it in his palm. “Just the thing for a pair of underage troublemakers. We’re going to do this Texas-style. I made a few trips to the assistant principal’s office myself, so I know what this feels like. This is a lighter version, but it will do, especially since your cousins will not have much in the way of protection.”

Gwyneth listened with interest, and an image of Josh bent over for a paddling popped into her head. Then an image of herself bent over for a paddling from Josh replaced it and she flushed.

Josh noticed. “Is something wrong?”

She waved her hand. “No, no—just a thought.”

“Mmm. Well, let’s go find your cousins.”

Josh strode back to the main house, paddle in hand, Gwyneth following in his wake. A definite itchy excitement was forming in her lower regions at the prospect of what was coming. In the main foyer they were greeted by the butler. “Griggs, will you inform the misses Amanda and Felicity that I’d like to see them in the library?”

“At once, sir. Shall I inform Lady Heatherton as well?”

“Absolutely. She will want to be present. And Griggs ...,” he added.

“Yes, sir.”

“We are not to be disturbed.”

Griggs eyed the paddle in Josh’s hand. “Quite right, sir.”

Lydia entered first. She nodded to Josh and sat in a high-backed chair that Josh thought resembled a throne. Amanda and Felicity came in next. “Shut the door behind you,” said Josh.

They both wore fashionable knee-length dresses, as if about to go shopping, but by now Josh understood that dressing up was part of the culture at the hall. They dressed for meals, for tea— and now for punishment, it seemed.

“Amanda and Felicity,” began Lydia Heatherton, “we invoked tradition on your behalf to keep you from being hauled off to jail and to what would have been, no doubt, a painful and humiliating interlude that would have brought shame and scandal upon the family. But, as with most things in life, ladies, such intercession comes at a price. There is a compact on this island, and that is that Heatherton Hall imposes its own discipline when our rank and privilege are invoked. Mr. Fairchild is now the earl, as you both know. You will obey him, and you will accept whatever correction he chooses to mete out with as much grace and fortitude as you can muster. If not, the constable can be summoned. Do I make myself clear?”

Both girls murmured an affirmative of sorts and shuffled their feet. They avoided eye contact with anyone, least of all Josh. It was a different pair of young women who stood now before the earl and the Heatherton’s. Gone was the sassy devil-may-care attitude. In its place was embarrassment and remorse.

Josh picked up the paddle and tapped it in his palm. “This is an American school paddle, girls. I expect you’ve not seen one of these over here. But I’m pretty familiar with it, so I know what it feels like. This won’t be easy, but, as I understand it, we are all honor-bound to go through with this. So here’s what will happen. Both of you will come up here to the desk,” Josh tapped the paddle on a broad, flat desk that stood in the center of the room, “and bend over, resting your forearms flat on the desk. You will reach back and lift your skirts above your waist. You will hold that position. I’m going to do this in threes. You will each get three swats at a time, alternating. I’ll do this four times, so you are each getting twelve. I understand that twelve is what they would have given you at the police station, so that’s what you get here. When it’s done, you can get up and rub or whatever, but not before. If you do, we’ll have to repeat. Understand?”

Both girls just nodded nervously.

“Okay, let’s get started.” Josh pointed to the desk with the paddle. “As we say back home, assume the position.”

Amanda and Felicity minced forward and bent over the desk, side by side.

“Spread out a little,” said Josh. “I need to stand between you two.” They shuffled sideways. “Okay, ladies, skirts up.” Josh watched with interest as each girl reached back and gingerly tugged her skirt up. Both wore fashionable lace panties under garter belt and hose combinations. Amanda’s panties were like silky step-ins, while Felicity’s were a patterned nylon type with lace borders.Amanda’s bottom was heart-shaped, high set, and prominent; Felicity, who was shorter and more voluptuous boasted a bubble-shaped derriere, a pair of pertly rounded globes that appeared quite capable of absorbing a good paddling.

Josh stepped to Felicity’s side first. He tapped her buttocks with the paddle as if assessing their resiliency. “First three, Felicity. Do not move.” He drew back his arm.

The arm descended with a blur. A loud crack resounded throughout the room. Felicity squealed and rose halfway up, the sting from the paddle being nexpectedly intense.

Crack! “Yow... ahh!” Felicity stamped her feet as the second swat struck.

Crack! “Ah... ah... yah! Shit!” Felicity bobbed up and down. Gwyneth watched in amazement. The three swats had been delivered rapidly, one after another. The paddle had sounded like a gunshot. Felicity’s bottom cheeks had quivered with the impact.

“I’ll not have swearing, Felicity,” said Lydia. “One more outburst, young lady, and you’ll repeat that stroke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Owww! Y-yes, ma’am,” wailed Felicity.

Josh moved over to Amanda, who looked at him over her shoulder, eyes wide, a fearful expression on her face. “Best to look straight ahead, Amanda. I don’t want you to move. Do it—- spot on the wall. Look there.” Amanda turned her head and tensed up. Josh stepped back.

Crack! Whack! Smack! The paddle spanked Amanda’s clenched bottom cheeks three times in swift succession. She howled at each swat, the cries steadily increasing in volume.

“My God! That hurts!” she wailed. It was practically a shout.

“I’ll warn you too, Amanda,” said Lydia. “No swearing.”

Amanda writhed over the desk while Felicity tensed up. Josh was coming back to her side with the paddle. “Three more, Felicity. Hold still.” She gripped the far edge of the desk so hard her knuckles were white.

Josh reared back and delivered three more crisp swats, one right after another.

Felicity flinched and howled at each smack. She stamped her feet and bobbed up and down, making her nether globes jiggle lewdly. Back over to Amanda. The next three had her humping up and down, too, her feet flying up off the floor. The sound of the paddle smacking flesh echoed off the library walls. Gwyneth winced each time the paddle struck. Watching her cousins get it was satisfying, but still, it looked like it stung like blazes.

Both girls stood up, rubbing. They turned around. Tears were flowing.

“It hurts too much,” wailed Amanda.

“You can’t expect us to hold still for that,” said Felicity. She flexed her knees as she rubbed her bottom. “No more.”

“Me either,” said Amanda.

Josh stood there, grimly tapping the paddle in his palm. He looked at Lydia. She said nothing. Gwyneth was silent as well. They are waiting for me to take charge and finish this, he thought. All right, we’ll do this the old fashioned way. There was an armless chair to the side of the desk. It looked sturdy. Josh put the paddle down and dragged the chair over in front of the desk. He sat down and folded his arms.

“Okay, who’s first?” he said.

The two girls stared at him, not comprehending.

“We are going to finish this. You are both getting twelve swats, and since you won’t hold still and take it, you are going over my knee where I will hold you in place. Now who’s first?”

Both Amanda and Felicity started to back up, but Josh shot up and grabbed Amanda’s wrist. He pulled her around to his right and sat back down. She squealed as he unceremoniously dumped her across his knee. Felicity’s hands flew to her face as she looked on in horror. Up came Amanda’s skirt. Josh tucked it under his arm, well up out of the way. He grabbed the paddle from the desk top behind him.

“Wait a minute,” said Lydia. Josh thought that she was going to stop him. Instead she said, “Her drawers should come down. That should be the penalty for not taking her punishment and forcing you to spank her like a child.”

Amanda shrieked, “No-o-o!” But it was too late. Josh whisked her panties down to her knee hollows in one swift movement. She squirmed across his knee, panicked now, her bare bottom on display. Josh calmly informed her that she was getting six more good hard swats.

The smacks were delivered at an even tempo, spaced two or three seconds apart. The steady splat! splat! splat! was accompanied by Amanda’s squeals of distress and her thrashing and bucking across Josh’s lap. When all six had been duly meted out, Josh stood Amanda on her feet and sent her off to the corner with a swat from his hand.

“All right, Felicity. Your turn.” Josh sat back down and gestured for her to approach.

“Please,” she implored. “Not like this.”

“You had your chance to take it like a big girl. Now we do it naughty girl style. Come on.” Josh slapped his thighs.

Timidly, she approached. She looked around. There was no way out. Her bottom was burning already. As soon as she was in range, Josh took her by the waist and guided her across his knee. He adjusted her so that her bottom was angled upward, right at the ceiling. Her skirt came up, revealing her rather prominent fully-fleshed bottom, encased in frilly panties and framed by her garter belt. She groaned with shame as Josh slipped the panties down, baring her. The twin cheeks, now shamefully displayed, were already quite red. That didn’t deter Josh. He picked up the paddle, tapped her once or twice, and then, smack! He delivered the first of six hearty swats that fell with metronomic regularity.

Felicity thrashed around. She squirmed and wriggled as the paddle meted out its stinging message of justice, one carefully administered smack at a time.

Gwyneth’s hand was at her throat as she watched. Felicity writhed and wriggled in uncontrollable reaction to the paddling. Josh’s brow was knit with concentration as he raised the paddle and, with a smooth motion, whipped it down through an arc to impact Felicity’s quivering buttocks with a loud crack! The sound seemed to bounce off the library walls. Felicity shrieked and arched her back. Josh just pushed her back down and lined up for the next smack.

This was definitely a new Josh, and watching him take control and discipline her naughty cousins was sending little quivers of excitement and desire through the young woman’s lower regions. She imagined herself across the husky American’s lap, bottom bared to his gaze, and her knees felt like they might buckle. She caught herself. Whatever am I thinking?

The paddling concluded, Josh helped Felicity up and sent her to an opposite corner. Lady Lydia looked satisfied. “I trust, girls, that there will be no more wild shenanigans in pubs while you are here.” She looked at Josh. “And I have no reservation at all in informing the constable that justice has been duly carried out by our new earl.”

I think Gwyneth is about to leap across Josh's lap. Will she get her turn soon? Come back next week and find out.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for April 8

This week we discussed men who act like little boys and women who discipline them accordingly.


Amy: Sorry to hear about the passing of Aunt Kay. I never read her stuff but am thankful to anyone who promotes being able to live authentically in the lifestyle that fits one best. Speaking of, in answer to your question, Eric and I don't switch roles and we've discussed it often but realize it wouldn't work for us. More power to those it does work for though!

Tari Cabbot: I am the same, I never knew her, but would like to celebrate her and her work for making it easier for people who now follow in her footsteps.

Dan: Aunt Kay's Disciplinary Wives Club introduced me to the whole concept of adult spanking for disciplinary purposes. I never met her personally, yet she had a pretty profound impact on my life.

If my wife responded to this question, I don't think she would say she enjoys it when her husband acts childishly, but she does enjoy being able to do something very concrete about it. Personally, I don't think the impetus for me is about wanting to be treated like a naughty little boy, though it probably does have some aspects of that. It's more about being held accountable by someone who has the will and authority to enforce the rules.

Sir Wendel: The misses is not into the whole childish behavior thing and I have never gotten a spanking for being childish. When she has a girl’s night out I will get paddled severely so that I “behave” while she is gone. I will do things that bother her in hopes of getting spanked and usually it works.

Roz: Hi Hermione, I am not familiar with Aunt Kay either, but am grateful for anyone who promotes living a life style right for them. We have playfully and very lightly switched roles on the very odd occasion. However not in a naughty boy type scenario.

Bogey: There are both men and women who can not or will not control their behavior and expect to be punished to atone for their "childish" behavior. Spankings do not correct the behavior as it keeps happening again and again - sometimes on purpose.

I can not understand why anyone would want to live with someone who can not or will not control themselves.

Jackie: Men have sexual desires or needs that we women have been asked to make come true, it is just the nature of things. If the males knew the desires of the female it would surprise them. Today males are marrying males and females marrying females, they must be a reason. So as to a male wanted to be treated like a naughty little boy and the female accepts that, it is between them and does not concern others, each to their own. My husband while dating when asked by me his sexual desires, he finally said spankings, and said sex was not a part when spanked. He dreamed of being spanked by older women, dating he would tell them, most just were not into that, not a problem, if the whole world was the same it would be a boring world. This female really enjoys being called Mommy, there is the need that we females have that “Motherly” desire. So yes Joe my husband does get spankings, yes he will call me Mommy when a spanking is needed. My spankings hurt, just ask him. Our sex life is outstanding, but he admits there are times he wishes to act like a naughty little boy, and at those times I will be his Mommy and spank my naughty little boy. What he does not like the most is when he has earned a spanking and we are not at home. I have spanked him at hotels, once on the side of the road, others could not see, and on a few occasions visiting my Mother a trip to the bedroom, hates that. Afterwards he must stand facing the corner, in the front room or kitchen, bare bottom on display. My mother was shocked at first, but when she gave me this nice large hair brush I knew she understood. So each to their own, don’t judge others, judge yourself.

Anon 1: I’m the one who wrote the topic suggestion. Each of us has some desire, mine is a spanking. It was very hard to share, even when asked and I would tell her, nothing would come of it, so I stopped sharing. I after a time and dating older women, I found them more understanding and a couple of them did spank me. The last woman, older, said I needed to find a woman my age, she knew of such a person. She introduced me to her and also brought up the spankings. We went out the next evening, great dinner, learned about her and shared more of myself. She asked about the spankings and said she understood. We dated, went to bed several times, sex life was great. It was not until I did something childish that she decided a spanking was needed. She explained no sex afterwards, I would address her as Mommy and do as told. That first spanking she lowered my pants and then underpants, scolded me like a child and that spanking hurt like hell. I danced around the room, rubbing, and when told to stop, she smiled and said is this what you want in our relationship and still rubbing said yes. We have been married three years, the spankings are real, really hurt, but is what I need. She has stated that women becomes wives and mothers to their husbands, just a fact, some wives nag, and for her, giving me a spanking is so much better.

Red: We do not believe in spanking children, so none of our spankings are role play or for being childish.

I enjoy being spanked like many people do, and we use this dynamic to make our sex life even better, and to solve small irritations in married life. When spanked, the person has to try their best not to repeat the problem. We now rarely if ever argue, and we have a method to solve problems. A magnificent win win scenario

Katie: So sorry about Aunt Kay. I too did not know of her. Sounds like she did great work for the good of the community.

Rob and I don't switch up roles. I have teased him about once or twice about spanking him. He reminds me that there is only one spanker in this marriage, and he is it! I SO love Love LOVE being his spankee... most of the time. HA!

Windy: I am so sorry about your friend, Hermione.

Within the dynamic of my relationship with Storm (Hubby), if I acted this way, we would consider it bratting, which would be a problem. But, I imagine some like to play in such a way if it works for them.

I have a memory of when I was little of some husbands calling their wives "Mother." Perhaps it was because they had children and the man just got used to calling her that because the kids did. Or maybe it was an old fashioned way of speaking in the 70's.

Whether we realize it or not, we often "mother" our husbands. I mean that in the best light possible. I am not (obviously) Storm's mother, but as his wife I nurture him (almost typed neutered -- wouldn't THAT be a different topic). But, I do not hold authority over him in any way. Quite the reverse.

Yorkie: I never read any of Aunt Kay's material. It is sad when someone so influential, so helpful to a large number of people does pass on.

Both my wife and I are adults and neither one of us need to be corrected or punished by the other nor do we desire to be, especially me and I am the one receiving all our spankings. I want her to do it because it turns me on. I enjoy it.

Additionally she would not want to be married to me if I did desire to be treated like a naughty boy.

Each to their own but it's not for us.

A.J.: I've always had a rough time wrapping my head around "naughty boy/girl" or "Mother/mommy/daddy" scenes or talk.

Worse, when it is done in public by married adults - it makes me squirm (Mike Pence, who looks like he's about to apologize for molesting altar boys, calls his wife "Mother" and that freaks me out plenty.)

In a play scene (which is all we ever do)...? No. Not even there. It just seems...I don't know.

I'm an adult male. I'm not "naughty" like I stole cookies before dinner or left my bike on the sidewalk again. I can be careless, glib, speak out of turn, etc. all of which may earn me the "wait-til-we-get-home eye", but never naughty boy (or girl). After hearing her out - and my expressing regret - there MAY be a spanking, but it is with smiles and not "punishment".

But...that's me/us.

Hermione: I can't add anything personally to the conversation, because I am always on the receiving end, and it's never for punishment or for being naughty. But thank you to everyone who responded. I hope this blog is an open, welcoming place for all those interested in spanking, no matter what the reason.