I have made no secret of my enthusiasm for leather implements. I love the sensuous feel that leather has, even when it's traveling at high speed on impact. And it's also because leather resonates with me.
Now wood is starting to appeal to me too. I'm on very good terms with a maple paddle, and have requested the dogleg brush on a few occasions when leather, however nice, just isn't enough to get me where I want to be.
Thinking about wood brings to mind a pleasant childhood memory.
I must have been about five years old, and my grandfather had just come home from work. My grandmother was standing at the wood stove in the kitchen, trying to get a good fire going so she could cook our supper. I was sitting on the floor beside the stove, watching her feed the flames with piece after piece of smooth, fragrant wood.
The warmth of the kitchen, the dim light of the darkening room, the smell of wood sap, and the shadows the irregular slabs of wood cast on the floor made my imagination spring to life. Those round, rectangular and diamond-shaped blocks of wood seemed the most desirable of playthings. I reached for two, then another and another, and stacked and rearranged them in front of me. They became houses and barns and trees; scraps of shavings and bark became animals. I created a story about them, long-forgotten now, but fascinating then.
There's just something about wood.
When I shop for health and beauty products I always try to choose ones that have not been tested on animals. While in a department store recently I noticed an attractive hairbrush display and stopped to get a closer look.
The brushes were made of wood, with natural bristles--not that I cared about that--and was just the right size. I turned it over and read the plastic packaging that surrounded it. "Not tested on animals."
Huh? Does that mean that no bunnies were spanked during the manufacturing of this hairbrush? Did they test it on human bottoms instead? Or synthetic ones?
Their website doesn't indicate "no animal testing" on any of their products, as far as I could tell. (They do have a nice assortment of bath brushes and backscratchers, though.)
Thanksgiving Day was sunny and warm. We had eaten our fill of turkey with all the trimmings the day before and we both had the day off work. We decided to go for a drive to admire the changing colours of the leaves; it was the perfect time to see them at their best.
I was delighted to go on the excursion, but not so thrilled with the thought of sitting in a car for several hours straight. We had finished off the previous day with a spanking, and my bottom was still quite sensitive. Ron had had a preview of some autumn colours as he turned my bottom several shades of pink and red with his hand. I don't know how he knew I'd been hoping for a hand spanking; that man has a knack for reading my mind. I had welcomed the intimate feeling that only skin to skin contact can produce, but as he got underway, he surprised me with the force of his impact. It made me wonder, and not for the first time, how his hand could hurt so much more than any of our leather implements. Let's just say I was a lot more vocal than usual!
We got underway and once we were out of the city I forgot about my discomfort. We passed tree-lined fields, farms and villages, and forests presenting a massed display of many shades of green, red, yellow, orange and brown. Every so often we would drive by a lake. There was absolutely no wind that day, and the water's surface mirrored the colourful display above. It was a picture postcard day.
I thought back to the last time we had traveled the route, many years ago. We had not yet experienced the delights of spanking; that was still several months in the future. We were both grieving the unexpected loss of a much-loved dog. Her young and frightened successor was in the car with us, enduring her first outing with people who were still strangers to her. This time, I felt peaceful and relaxed, thanks in part to the stress reliever of the night before.
Our destination was a mountain with a lookout site. The parking lot was nearly full; it was a popular destination for many families that day. The view was spectacular. We looked down on miles and miles of colourful trees, intermixed with houses, barns, roads, and a lake dotted with boats.
After taking a few pictures, we hiked along a trail through the woods. Several times we passed large fallen logs, and I half-wondered what it would feel like to be bent over one and spanked. Not that I really wanted another one so soon, but it was fun to imagine. There was too much likelihood that we would be surprised by other hikers, so we didn't stop to experiment.
We returned to the car and went in search of something to eat. Last time, we had eaten a picnic lunch at a table under the trees so that our young dog could share the meal with us. This time we stopped at a small country inn and had a delicious meal. Then we had the pleasure of retracing our route along the bright, tree-lined roads all the way home.
It was the perfect end to a weekend devoted to giving thanks for all that we have together.
One of our chores every autumn is to drain the ornamental pond, discard the very expensive plants (sigh!) and bring the goldfish in for the winter. We try to choose a reasonably warm and sunny day to do this, because we both invariably end up soaked.
Ron controls the vacuum that sucks most of the water out of the pond. My job is to control the slurping end of the hose and to hold a strainer over the end so that fish, snails, leaves and frogs aren't sucked up as well.
As I lay on my tummy on a thick foam pad to protect my chest from the rough stones, head and shoulders down, waiting for the pump to be turned on, I thought how delightfully spankable I must look, with my bottom the highest part of my body. Or perhaps I just looked ridiculous.
I waited. No swats were forthcoming, so I guess it was the latter. I must consider replacing those burnt orange cotton workpants with something slightly more seductive.
Our good friend Paul left this comment on a recent post, and I enjoyed it so much I want to share it with everyone.
"Hermione, I think spanker rooms should be just as available as rest rooms; they are just as important.
Just imagine that you are on a long trip with your wife, sub, or bottom. She's getting bored and bratty, so you pull up at the next spanker's rest. Taking her hand, you walk to the door. Alas, it's occupied.
As you wait you hear the sound of hand meeting bare cheek, you hear, 'Ouch. Please, not so hard darling. I'll be good.'
Your wife is looking very apprehensive, as she realises she has pushed you just too far."
Paul, I think that would be a great improvement for all major Canadian highways.
Everyone's bottom is unique and delightful. Here are your thoughts on that part of the anatomy.
Prefectdt - Er Hum Ah! that's a difficult question. Well unlike the rest of me it does not seem to be giving up to gravity, as the years march on. Everything else seems to be falling out or down but the old backside seems to be holding its own, I suppose the spankings must be helping to keep it in shape. Sort of makes me wish I was into face slapping :-)
Daisy - Hahahaha! Love the post, prefectdt! I know exactly what you mean!
Now...my backside... We..ee..llll... its big. What else is there to say about it? I have a fat ass. But, he loves it, because he loves ME. He especially loves paying it attention, good or bad! And I think he prefers the colour PINK as in VERY pink.... lol.
I asked him what makes my ass so spankable, he said my mouth.
Apparently my mouth gets my ass in trouble because I am altogether too cheeky/mischievous/bratty/sarcastic/sassy/rude/argumentative, pick whichever and you will be right....and I have too much attitude (he says...)....and I seem to think I am in charge..(and?)... I think that about covers it.
I am either a perfect angel, or the devil incarnate....no happy medium, lol. Usually, the angelic bit is from when the spanking is promised, until about 20 minutes after it; I hesitate to say why I am naughty so soon after, in case he reads this! hehehe!
Hugs to you, Hermione, and thank you for your hospitality! xxxx
Paul - Hermione, it's been almost fourteen years since I've seen my beloved's bum, but that's not a problem as I see her in my dreams.
Her bottom was shaped like a teardrop, often a pink or red teardrop.
Mel's moves often attracted my eyes and hand to that favourite part of her anatomy.
Spanky - Boy, those are difficult questions! Kallisto is the only woman I have ever spanked, so I have a limited sample size of butt comparisons to draw on.
I don't think my Kallisto's butt is particularly unique in any way, but it is just the right shape for my hand, which makes it very spankable. The feature that most attracts me to spanking it is that she really likes it to be spanked. Also, it is readily available which is fun and convenient. It's nice and silky smooth, too! While there are no beauty marks, she gets spanked daily so there is usually some kind of little mark on it somewhere.
Reading your post made me realize I could have a worse job; I could be taking pictures of monkey's butts. Another fine example of our tax dollars at work, probably.
Morningstar - well i will be short and sweet - yeah i can do that !!!!
Many years ago there was an ooops small accident with a whip.. and i have a small scar on my ass from that accident.., i personally value that scar - my very own 'badge of honour'??
Jean Marie - I always thought my bubble butt was too big, but my lover gushes about its' beauty so much, I'm now reconciled to it.
He says he loves my bum's creamy complexion, and how it turns from pale to crimson. He reports that he loves its resiliency, and how I'm eager for another spanking almost right away. He loves that my butt is an erogenous zone, that spanking turns me on, that make-up sex always follows my spankings, that I'm anal-erotic and butt sex is on the menu frequently. Finally, he says that his hand was made for my ass. (Then why does he discipline me with implements so often?) He says that we were made for one another.
When I told my lover about this week's question, he insisted I answer it by him sitting on the computer chair with me lying over his lap, and from that ignominious and awkward but incredible position he has played with and upon my bared butt with love pats and caresses. But now he promises that I'm in for a good, hard paddling, so I'll sign off.
Anonymous - The roundness. The overhang that smooths out when she's over my lap. The firmness. She's tiny; I can almost cover each one of her cheeks with my hand. It's unforgettable! I remember, years ago, we were visiting the Met Museum and I was shocked when I realized one of the marble Greek figures had the same bottom as hers. And she was standing right next to it looking up! I'll never forget the sight.
Mary - Oh what a fun question. I was glad when J-lo made the butt factor popular again, because my butt would never fit into Jordash jeans, not even in Jr. High. Sassoon yes, but other tight jeans of the 80's NO WAY and I was a teenager then! My bottom is definitely rounded and plump. Apparently it is not too big (according to an old flame) because I have two distinct butt cheeks. I had no idea -- but as long as there are two cheeks -- the roundness or girth of the bottom is attractive (according to one guy anyway). My more current flame is out of the country - if he wasn't I would ask him to answer.
Todd - First of all... congrats to Bonnie on the 12x12. :)
Let's see, Suzy's bottom has a very nice curve to it. It juts out in a perfectly spankable way. The canvass is almost completely flawless, which means each spanking mark shows up. That does attract swats too. As for the feel... it's cool pre-spanking... and gets toasty during... and down right warm afterwards.
So, a very lovely bottom. Same for Bonnie... a lovely and smart bottom indeed.
Thanks for hosting!
Dave - What makes My Daisy's Ass so very spankable? Probably the look of love and adoration that shines through her eyes have after a session. Although I have explained that I am happy to provide her beautiful bottom with all the attention I can without, she seems to prefer to EARN her spanks. I love her completely but being 7,000 miles away, spanks need to have a lasting effect.
Thank you Hermione.
Jai - First of all, that food picture you posted looks SO DELICIOUS!! I just got back from a 10 mile hike and am so hungry right now!
Ok. So what makes my butt unique?
Well, I would have to say that my buns are nicely toned from all the running I do. I have wide hipes, therefore a broad backside, but not a saggy one = ] Surface area that has a nice jiggle to it, lol
Hermione: My bottom isn't too big and it isn't too small. I think it's just right. There's a small beauty mark right above the cleft. It's also very soft and squeezable so Ron might be able to recognize it by feel. He's also very good with faces, so I think he'd have no trouble identifying my bottom in a line-up.
Thank you everyone, for participating in this lively discussion!
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