Wet and Wild

Things took an unexpected turn last weekend while we were preparing for our favourite indoor pastime on Sunday afternoon.

I was standing in the bedroom, waiting impatiently while Ron prepared to administer a thorough bottom-warming. First he took the leather paddle out of the drawer and laid it on the bed. Then he disappeared into the hallway to collect another implement, and returned a short time later. In one hand he held a wooden shoehorn, and in the other a plastic spray bottle.

Spray bottle? Had he been reading blogs again? The recollection of a recent MBS brunch discussion about wet bottom spankings flashed through my mind.

"You're going to wet my bottom?" I questioned, a big grin on my face.

"No," replied Ron a little hesitantly. "I was only joking. It's carpet spray." 

So, he wasn't up on the use of water. But I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away. I explained the benefits of having a wet bottom, and Ron exchanged the bottle he held for one that contained plain water, kept handy for suppressing squalling cats.

He looked dubious. I hugged him, then felt a bit embarrassed at what was to come. This scientific experiment was starting to feel a little weird.

"Let's start with a dry bottom so I can compare the feeling," I said as I bent over the end of the bed. Ron eagerly followed my instructions with the leather paddle, and he soon had me squirming. After my bottom was nicely warm and glowing, he put down the paddle and picked up the spray bottle. I felt the rush of water on the back of my head and the sound of spray in my ears.

"Not my head!" I protested. "My bottom!" The spray was redirected and it cooled my hot cheeks. The paddling that followed hurt, but I couldn't say that it hurt any more (and certainly not less) than the dry paddling.

Ron stopped too soon. "The water isn't good for the leather." A good spanker takes care of his implements. He picked up the wooden shoehorn and resumed his activities on my hind end. Wasn't water bad for wood too? It might warp this current favourite of his.

My bottom was once more dry and hot, and I was feeling the shouhorn's full effects. I got a couple of swats across the backs of my legs for kicking too much, as well as a light tap or two on the head, for Ron's amusement. I howled in protest, and he pretended not to understand.

"Did you say something?"

"Ow."

Smack. "What?"

"Ow."

Smack. "What did you say?"

"I said, '"Ow.'"


The nice thing about cool fall days is that all the windows were closed, so I wasn't afraid of anyone hearing me as I loudly voiced my displeasure at the pain being inflicted on me. But all good things must come to an end.

"I think I have achieved the desired result." Ron paused to inspect my bottom. "Orange."

I giggled, and was rewarded with more attention from the leather paddle before I was allowed to stand up.

As I rubbed my sore cheeks, my considerate husband asked, "do you want me to cool you off?"

I eagerly agreed, and bent over the bed once more, enjoying the rush of cool water and picturing the steam that must have been rising from my orange bum. I think we'll keep that spray bottle handy.

From the Top Shelf - The Pearl Revisited

This is without a doubt my favorite passage from the Victorian underground magazine, The Pearl. Taken from the serialized novel called Miss Coote's Confession, it features such a fun image that I wish I were talented enough to draw it.

I devoted myself to promoting a Ladies' Club exclusively for the admirers of Birch Discipline. The meetings were to be held at my house, where my servants would be sworn to secrecy, and to act as sub-members.

The rules specially enjoined secrecy on every member, so that novices had not the slightest inkling of the ordeal they would have to undergo when initiated into the mysteries of Lady Rodney's Club, as it was called, our object being to make our seances for the receiving of new members the means of affording us the most exquisite enjoyment, by bringing out all their modest bashfulness, and studying their distress at finding themselves stripped and exposed for flagellation before all the sisters of the rod.

The sister of one of the members wishes to join the club, and she is brought to the meeting. She is astonished to discover that she will be birched.

Lucretia is silent, but her scarlet face and nervous twitchings of the corners of her mouth attest how she feels about the approaching taste of the rod. Her eyes are cast down in shame, and presently nothing but her drawers, chemise, boots and stockings on, they lead her to a ladder, the president and all ladies rising and clustering round the victim.


Miss Coote (the president) says, "have the ladder nearly upright, with her wrists secured high up, and let her toes only just touch the floor. Woe to her bum if she dares to step on the bottom rung of the ladder without orders."

The victim with tears of shame and apprehension protests... as she feels her chemise rolled up and fastened under her armpits, and her unbuttoned drawers pulled down to her knees.

The president says, "Don't show the white feather, young lady; we're going to initiate you into a most delightful society," taking from Jane a very elegantly tied-up rod, ornamented with blue and gold ribbons, then just lightly switching the victim's bare bottom. "Now ask me to birch you properly, and beg pardon for your frivolous objections."

Lucretia, in a tremor of fear, and with a faltering voice, cries, "Oh! Is there no getting off? Why must I be cruelly whipped?"

The President, with a smart cut across her beautiful buttocks, which at once brings the roses to the surface, declares, "There, that's a slight taste. I can't waste more time, there, there, there," giving three more sharp cuts in succession, each leaving their respective long red marks.

The birching continues in a similar, repetitive vein, stops, then unexpectedly resumes, so that our victim cries out:

"Oh! Ah! How cruel! Just as I thought it was all over, and began to feel a delicious warmth in my posteriors."

And now the focus of the narrative shifts to the assembled club members. Their reaction is nothing short of remarkable.

The ladies at first watched the scene with rapt attention, but gradually the blood courses in warm excitement through their veins, mantling their cheeks with a flesh-like bloom; their eyes sparkle with unusual animation, and at last, by a common impulse the eight ladies, with Jane and Mary, each take a fine long light rod of green twigs; they form a circle round the President as she continues to flagellate the victim; each raises her skirts under her arms so as to leave all exposed from the waist downward.

For a moment there is a lovely scene of plump white buttocks and thighs, fascinating legs encased in silk stockings, pretty garters and attractive, elegant shoes, set off with jewelled buckles... Then all is in motion, the birch rods soon put a rosy polish on the pretty bums, each one doing her best to repay on the bottom in front of her the smarting cut she feels behind.

Laughter, shrieks, and ejaculations fill the apartment, and their motions are so rapid as to make quite a rainbow of excited peris round the central figures.

But this luscious scene only lasts three or four minutes. The victim, under the president's rod, gets exhausted, her shrieks sink into sobs, and at last she sighs lower and lower, then fairly faints, with her head hanging helplessly back...

The president, throwing aside her broken and used-up rod, says, "There ladies, stop your game and all help to bring her round, she'll soon recover. How pretty your rosy bottoms look; I shall join in the next ring that's formed."

It would be wonderful to see a drawing or picture of that birching ring. Are any of my readers talented enough to create such an image? If so, please share your efforts with me.

Guess the Implement - the Reveal

Due to technical difficulties, you may not have seen the yesterday's Guess the Implement post in your blogroll. So I'll give you a moment to scratch your head and wonder what this thing is for, besides warming a bottom.

When you're ready, scroll down.

It's a fridge monkey, used for stacking cans in a refrigerator.

Who would have guessed?

Guess the Implement

What on earth is this? I didn't know when I first saw it. But is has a vanilla purpose as well as being a very stingy implement.

Submit your guess and I will reveal all tomorrow.

Good luck!

For Those Aching Backsides

A few months ago, I told you about my exciting find. It was a soothing powder to apply after those butt-busting activities we all enjoy so much.

It seems there are more products out there designed for the buttockal region of the body.

Sounds more like a glue than a soothing cream, but I believe it's a big seller.

Or soothe your hot bottom in a nice butt bath.

 

Then there's the generic brand, supposed to be just as good as the original.

 Another similar product, for butts and goats, I believe.

With all those products on the market, there's no excuse for having a mark on your bottom.

Wedding Bell Bottoms

This cake topper confirms that the couple that spanks together, stays together.

You can find more spanko cake toppers here and here.

Wednesday WIN

The Gentle Motion Spanking Bench

Unlike inversion tables, this patented, FDA approved apparatus gently permits restraint during spanking without requiring you to be suspended upside down. As you lean forward in the fabric hammock from a kneeling position, the device uses your body weight to create a strong, steady traction that relieves pressure on the spine and helps loosen tense back muscles while presenting the buttocks in a suitable manner. The unit's shoulder pads keep your upper body properly aligned and an adjustable padded waistband restricts your range of motion.

Using the apparatus for just 5-10 minutes a day can relieve brattiness and encourage good behaviour. In clinical trials at The University of Western Australia, the device helped reduce patients' bad habits while improving their disposition and quality of life only three weeks of use. The unit is lightweight and compact for convenient transport and storage. 

I might have embellished the original text slightly.