A birch-lover's dream

You will probably recall this post about a set of paddles sold as a wall decoration.

Recently I happened to stumble across the home furnishings store that sold them. I hadn't realized that the store was in my vicinity, but was happily surprised, and made a detour on my way home to drop in and explore.

I didn't see any paddles hanging on the wall but - you won't believe this - the interior of the store was a birch-lover's dream. Bunches of long twigs stood in large vases on the floor. Others were displayed invitingly on top of coffee tables. There were fat bundles everywhere I looked. They came in all colours, lengths and thicknesses; curly, straight, thick, thin - you name it.

I can't imagine displaying so many spanking accessories in my own home. Ron would have something to say about cluttering our coffee tables with six-foot long birch rods. But it was lovely to feel that spanko tingle as I explored the showroom. As I left, I promised the greeter that I would return and bring my husband. Who knows what impulse might strike while he's examining the merchandise.

I looked up the merchant online when I got home, and sure enough, the birch bundles are on the website, curiously listed under "artificial flowers".

Fanny Floss

I'm at a loss for words.

Please tell me this is a joke.

Has anyone actually seen this product? Or used it?

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Ron is a very kind and generous man, but he rarely gives me flowers. His reasoning is simple: why cut flowers just to watch them wilt and die when you can enjoy them growing outside (for a few months of the year, anyway.) So imagine my surprise when, late one afternoon, he walked in the back door and presented me with a single daisy.

The weather here has been excruciatingly hot and very dry, and our front lawn is brown and parched. The only spots of green are the weeds that thrive in all conditions. Numerous daisies had popped up all over the brown expanse, and Ron picked one for me as a means of weed eradication.

Still, a flower is a flower. I beamed at him, thanked him profusely, and hugged him tightly before I hurried to the cupboard for a vase.

"It was only a joke," Ron protested as I filled the vase with water. 'You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do," I replied, and plopped the single daisy into a green glass vase too big for one flower. "That was so sweet of you. I love getting flowers." Was that a blatant hint or what?

The next day, I came home from work to find the green vase full of daisies, along with a single stem of Queen Anne's lace.

 

My joy knew no bounds. Again, I hugged and kissed my thoughtful husband, who protested weakly.

"I'm going to mow tomorrow, so why not bring a few into the house, since you like them and I would have cut them down anyway."

What a guy. How should I repay his thoughtfulness?

Choices

Which girl got spanked? Which one needed it? Which girl are you?

What is the moral of the story?

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for August 7

This week we explored how olfactory sensations have a connection with spanking. Here are your thoughts.

Mindset: I like the smell of leather. His belt. Then it around my neck as he takes me.

Yes, leather.

Faerie:  Gasoline, weird huh? My hubby works with cars so he often smells of gasoline and after all the years we've been together I can't smell it without thinking of him. Makes for interesting times putting gas in the car.

Ronnie: The smell of roses Hermione. Reminds me of the time P bought me some, two bunches in fact, one of which went in a vase and the other was used for my birthday spanking. Very memorable.

Daisychain: What an unusual question! No, unfortunately not. In truth, my spankings are so few and far between, there is no specific routine, smell, ritual yet. Thanks for hosting, Hermione! xxx

MarQe: Difficult one ?!! Leather is the obvious choice I guess & I have an old pine butter pat that I use as a paddle that as a definite aroma due to its age.
I guess I don't use my nose too much when I'm spanking a naughty girl! I'll be sure to try next time !! Thanks Hermione !!

Make Mine Red: I would also have to say leather. Leather belts, leather straps, leather paddles. I like leather, including its smell.

Mikki: Hi... thanks for the invite, nice lady! This is my very first Brunch! I guess I'd have to say my husband's cologne, not because he is the one who would be spanking me, but because when I'm being spanked, I'm usually face down bottom up on his side of our bed. Brings back wonderful memories when he's getting ready in the mornings!

Welcome, Mikki!

Lea: Interesting question. If someone wears a particular cologne or something, I usually notice that and it will remind me of the spanking at a later time when noticing that scent. But it's not something that is always present.

Certain implements, especially when new, have a scent as well, whether it be leather or wood lacquer. I guess I should just be thankful that no bad smells come to mind in thinking about my past spanking experiences, lol.

Dieseldiva: Pine Sol. LOL! Mine always take place in our basement and that's what we mop with. Since my head is close to the floor.... Probably one of the few folks that gets excited in the cleaner aisle. :)

Michael M: My wife and I have separate bathrooms. She has sole use of the en-suite and I use the guest room. The perfumes and oils in her room are definitely associated with spankings, as I go in there for only two reasons.

The first is to clean it, as this is one of my weekly chores. The second is to collect the bathbrush from its hook in the shower when it is about to be used on my bottom.

Prefectdt: An old memory but a fond one of wooden floor polish. This reminds me of a playmate, from a while ago, who was very particular about two things. Firstly that her solid wood flooring was properly and regularly maintained and secondly that her spankees where always bent over as far as they could go, so that the skin of the bottom was stretched as tight as it could be, resulting in my nose never being more than a few inches from the floor, when taking some. Strangely I have always appreciated a well cared for floor (whatever it is made of), to look at whilst being spanked, since then.

Baby Girl: Since I am STILL a spanking virgin, I can't really offer an informed opinion, so I'll just say I am really interesting in the feeling of hand on skin for my first -- which I am hoping will be a good old fashioned OTK.

Welcome, Baby Girl. I hope it happens soon!

Michelle Carlyle: Mindset has it right. Leather, leather, leather. Sometimes wood of the paddle, but mostly mmmmmm leather turns me on. And his cologne. And the smell of sex in the room afterwards. That man/cologne/sex smell. Lovely.

Joey: I love the look and smell of wood. I helped my dad in his cabinet shop so I grew up cutting, sanding and polishing pine, birch and oak.

Hermione: I always wear a certain perfume on the day I know I'll be spanked. I put some on first thing in the morning, and the scent helps build the anticipation throughout the day. Just before it's time, I spray on a little more all over, and when the paddle connects with my bottom, I inhale the fragrance.

Thank you all for making the detour here for brunch. It's always a pleasure to prepare something special for you. Bonnie will be back next week.

MBS Spanko Brunch #290

Welcome, everyone, to brunch in the Canadian woods. I'm so pleased you found your way here. Since Bonnie and Randy are away this weekend, I'll be your hostess.

Spanking is an activity that impacts all the senses. Today, let's discuss how our sense of smell is involved.

Is there a particular aroma that you associate with your spanking activity? Do you have an implement, a room, or a spanking partner that is special because of its fragrance? Are you aware of a scent that brings back memories of a significant spanking?

If you would like to share your thoughts about our topic, please enter your response as a comment. Once everyone has spoken, I will post an edited summary of our conversation.

Dat Old Time Ass

This ad is promoting the health benefits of yeast as a way to enhance your figure. Makes sense. You eat the yeast, it rises, your bum puffs up.

Let's all go buy some today!