Better Late than Never

Last weekend our usual spanking date was pre-empted by an unplanned trip to the doggy emergency room after one of our furkids lost an argument with a honeybee. Instead of enjoying a fun half hour with straps and paddles, we spent nearly three hours sitting on hard chairs, leash in hand, waiting. Everything turned out fine and by the next day Fang had fully recovered.

The last time a Saturday date had to be postponed, Ron never got around to planning an alternate time, but this time he surprised me. On Sunday afternoon Ron, our three furbabies and I were cuddled together on the couch in front of the television, enjoying a reality show about things that go wrong in airports. In the middle of an altercation between an irate passenger and a patient client service rep, Ron held out his wrist and tapped his watch.

"It's time," he announced.

"Oh," I replied, puzzled for a moment as to what he meant. Time for a beer? Nope, too early. It's only four o'clock. Then the penny dropped; it was our usual spanking date time. I struggled to contain my enthusiasm.

"Do you mean we are on for our date?"

"Well, we missed it yesterday, so are you up for it today?"

"I am if you are." The airport drama could wait. I was already in spanking mode.
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When I arrived in the bedroom Ron had already laid out his arsenal for the afternoon: our new carpet beater, the dogging bat, a leather paddle and a ping pong paddle. I was delighted to see the two leather implements. This was going to be an easy session (except for the carpet beater, that is.)

I quickly slipped out of my shorts and panties and bent over the end of the bed. Ron lifted my long t-shirt to clear the target area, then he began with the leather paddle. Lovely!

We settled into the usual cycle of twenty or so swats with each implement in turn. In between ouches, I slowly realized that the pattern had changed. Ron was giving me fewer strokes before moving on to the next implement. It became five with each, then four, then three, two, one. He moved quickly, tossing each implement aside after it had served its purpose. Was this a countdown of some sort? I would soon find out.

Ron stopped, put down the last paddle, and began stroking my hot cheeks with his hands. I could feel him pressed against my thigh. So that was why he was in a hurry to finish. I enjoyed his caresses for as long as I could, then turned, knelt in front of him, and unzipped his jeans.

"You had this planned all along," I remarked.

"Mm hmm," Ron agreed, then I got to work, pleased that at least I had had half a spanking, and that Ron had rescheduled our date.

Wednesday WIN

Today's pictures are edgier than usual. If BDSM doesn't appeal to you, look away now.

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Spank that Robot

From time to time we see various machines that are designed to spank humans. Now the tables are turned. Reuters News reports that a Japanese inventor has created a robot that responds to spanking.

Nobuhiro Takahashi called his creation "Shiri" which means "butt" in Japanese. Shiri responds with different emotions to different human touches.

The inventor hopes to use the prototype to develop responses that can be applied to other parts of a robot's body, in particular the face, to help with non-verbal communication. He decided to develop his technology with a bottom because its movements are large and make it easier to convey emotion.

"I wanted to try and use a butt to reflect emotions - fear, joy and relaxation," he explained.

To get a robot to show fear, Takahashi spanks it.

"Fear is a very human - very living - emotion, so it's expressed with force, with a spank." The robot bottom responds by quivering. A slow wobble is the sign for relaxation, while a gentle stroke causes clenches that signal pleasure.

See for yourself.  It's pretty amazing!

From the Top Shelf - Octavia

Jilly Cooper is a UK journalist and the author of many bestselling novels. This excerpt from Octavia, written in the 1970s, was sent to me by one of my readers, who also provided the following introduction.

Octavia, an obnoxious 26-year-old spoiled society beauty, is handled by a Welshman Gareth who is having as weekend break with her in the country. They are at a "country set" party and she is slightly drunk. She describes herself thus:

Upstairs in the bathroom, I hardly recognized myself. I looked like some Maenad, my hair tousled, my eyes glittering, my cheeks flushed. God, the dress was so beautiful. It was a short tunic in silver chain mail - the holes as big as half crowns - high necked in front, it swooped to positive indecency at the back. Two very inadequate circles of silver sequins covered my breasts. I didn't wear anything underneath except a pair of flesh-coloured pants, which gave the impression I wasn't wearing anything at all.

"Will you stop behaving like a whore!" he swore at me and, pulling me into the nearest bedroom, threw me on the bed and locked the door.

"Now I suppose you're going to treat me like a whore," I spat at him. "What will your precious Lorna say if she catches us here together?"

Suddenly I was frightened. There was murder in his eyes.

"It's about time someone taught you a lesson" he said, coming towards me. "And I'm afraid it's going to be me."

Before I realised it, Gareth had me across his knee. I've never known what living daylights were before, but he was certainly beating them out of me now. I started to scream and kick.

"Shut up," he said viciously. "No one can hear you". The record player was still booming downstairs. I struggled and tried to bite him but he was far too strong for me. It was not so much the pain as the ghastly indignity. It seemed to go on for ever and ever. Finally he tipped me on to the floor. I lay there trembling with fear.

"Get up," he said brusquely, "and get your things together. I'm taking you back to the boat."

She is sick, so he puts her to bed. Later:

"I'm sorry," I said, rolling my head back and forth on the pillow "I'm so terribly sorry". In a flash I saw him as the father, strict, yet loving and caring, that all my life I'd missed; someone to say stop when I went too far, someone to mind if I behaved badly, to be proud if I behaved well.

The book was made into a TV movie in 2009. Has anyone seen it?

You Completed the Caption

Above is the caption that made me laugh on HistoricLOLS.com, but I laughed even harder at yours:


Six of the best
She says, "They predict the weather forecast for the day will reach 100 degrees."

He says, "Yes, darling wife, but your bare bottom will sizzle even more after the good spanking I'm about to give you."

Michael
1st scenario:

Sheila is thinking: "My makeup is done to perfection, I'm dressed to thrill and Frank thinks he is fooling me by trying to play it cool but I see that bulge in his pants. How long can he hold out before he rips my clothes off?"

Frank is thinking: "Oh, how my darling wife loves to tease me. I'll give it a few more seconds then will pounce on her and tear those clothes off with my teeth until she is wearing nothing but makeup and that will be smeared with our animal lust as we make love like wild people."

2nd scenario:

Monique is thinking: "Ha, this is the easiest money I ever made. I don't understand his fetish but I wish I had more clients who just wanted to read the paper while I draped myself across them looking pretty. I don't even have to speak! Ahhhhhh, this is heaven."

Benjamin is thinking: "Ahhhhhh, this is so relaxing after all the stress of Wall Street all week. Just to decompress with a beautiful woman hanging on me with no demands. I just need her to be silent and pretty. This is the best money I ever spent. This is heaven."

Sunnygirl
Her: What do I have to do to get him to put down that paper?

Him: If she doesn't stop I am going to have to put down this paper and give her what she wants, but first a good spanking.

SNP
She: "The paper hits the floor, he loves these pearls, and I will enjoy being a lady no more."

He: The dress hits the floor, I have plans for those pearls, and will enjoy spanking her bottom all the more!"

Kingspan
1)
She: I wonder how long he can concentrate on the stock prices when he's smelling my perfume and hearing my dress rustle.

He: I can't concentrate at all. All I can think about is a role play for tonight: young lady gets in trouble for distracting her Daddy while he tries to read the newspaper.

2)
She: Tick tock, Darling. The sports scores will still be the same in the morning, but you do not want to keep me waiting.

He: If I keep her waiting much longer, I'm likely to be over her lap getting the hairbrush. I think about another two minutes ought to do it... 

Ticcers Aloud
She: "now if I tickle the back of his hair in a seductive way, will it take him long to get the hairbrush out?

He: "Where's the hairbrush? It needs a good warm up!"

Vfrat25000
She thinks: The kids are at Mom’s and we are going to be so naughty tonight! I can hardly wait. Take me you animal!

He: Another fifteen minutes and Jim will be here with his new fishing boat. Another hour and we are ON the LAKE!



She: I can’t wait until Mr. Clueless notices I changed his homepage on his laptop to Chross’s Spanking Blog and added 15 other spanking blogs to his favorites list. Maybe then he will get the hint!
He: I wonder if it would be a good time to tell the Mrs. that I gave Reverend McIntosh my old laptop computer and bought a brand new one this morning. I hope she won’t be mad.


She whispers in his ear. Oh Danny I am such a naughty girl. I should be soundly spanked!
He: Oh great, Marge is obviously wanting spanked again tonight. My hand is so sore from Tuesday. Tonight, let’s see what she thinks of Grandpa’s Old Wooden Hairbrush.

She: Hey Billy Peterson, did I ever tell you I won some gymnastic awards in high school. Do you want to see some of my moves?
He: I wish my Boss Fred wouldn’t let his wife start on those double Margaritas so early in the evening.

Her: (Thinking) I have all his access codes and account numbers and my plane ticket to Brazil.
Him: (Reading the Newspaper) the police are still on a nationwide manhunt for the Pearl Killer. A woman serial killer who often wears pearls and red dresses
Him: (Thinking) WOW! I think Mable is the “Pearl Killer” Oh well; she lets me spank her. ITS WORTH IT! 

Red
She says: ??????
He says: why do I have to read her mind? Why won't she just suggest what she wants?

Young Lady
Guy: I love Ana, I can't wait 'til she gets spanked again. I wish I could tell my wife I am reading 50 Shades of Grey, but she'd never let me live it down...

Girl: I knew the news hadn't suddenly gotten THAT interesting - I wish he wouldn't hide it though, I think it's so hot he is reading this...oooh I love this part!

Anon
He: Damn Yankees lost 9-4.

She: Go Red Sox! I'll have to console him later. 

Ana
Her: I've let down one shoulder strap...I dare you to look up. Double dare you.

Him: Maybe if I pretend not to see her, she'll go away.

Ronnie
Him: "I know what Rachel wants and she will certainly get it if she doesn't let me finish reading my paper."

Her: "Roger thinks I want a spanking but all I want is the women's section of the paper."

Prefectdt
His bubble - Ha Ha! Managed to sneak a peek at topless Tina, on page three, without her noticing.

Her Bubble - You're busted Mr.

Bonnie
She: If I rub my boob against his bald spot, I bet he'll notice.

He: My concentration must be off today. I keep losing my place.



Thank you to everyone who contributed to the fun this weekend. I hope it took everyone's mind off the heat and/or humidity, depending on where you live.

Complete the Caption

He's reading the paper and she's looking over his shoulder - why? Is she trying to distract him, or read the sports scores, or warn him, or...

Complete the caption by filling in the thought bubbles, and I will share your contributions in the next post.

Friday FAIL

Continuing with the theme of panties that I introduced on Wednesday, let's take a look at some of the fashions of days gone by.