Complete the Caption

Some people can  fall asleep anywhere. But is he asleep, or only enjoying his pillow?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your submissions in an upcoming post.

If you are asked to complete a CAPTCHA (word verification - a bunch of blurry numbers) when you type your comment, ignore it and press Publish Your Comment. It's a Blogger bug, and the engineers are working on a resolution.

Festivus

Last year I gave Ron a lovely red and green striped cane for Christmas. He was suitably grateful, and at the first opportunity he showed his gratitude by trying it out on my bottom. The experience was less than gratifying. The cane was just too thick for our liking, and produced too much of a thud. It was rather like being spanked with a small baseball bat. So we agreed that it has been a lovely thought, but the implement would not be included in the regular rotation.

"It would make a good Festivus tree," Ron observed. So that's what I did.

For those of you who weren't fans of the long-running comedy show Seinfeld, Festivus is a non-commercial alternative to Christmas, celebrated on December 23. "A Festivus for the rest of us" is how it is explained in the show, as a reference to the day's non-commercial aspect. A Festivus celebration traditionally includes a dinner without turkey or ham, followed by the "Airing of Grievances" and "Feats of Strength".

We'll include the Festivus tree in our holiday decorations this year, but I don't know about the rest. Meatloaf just doesn't cut it as a substitute for the traditional turkey.

From theTop Shelf - Mrs. Robinson

I haven't posted a good F/m story for a while, so I returned to my favourite source, Rollin Hand, and his book, Tales from a Switch, which contains an assortment of both F/m and M/f stories. Today's selection is an excerpt from "The Graduate", based on the movie of the same name, but revised so that there is plenty of spanking.

Benjamin has been spying on his lovely young neighbour, Elaine Robinson, and has seen her being spanked by her mother. He thinks that Mrs. Robinson saw him watching them from his window, but isn't sure. The following evening his parents are hosting a party to celebrate his graduation, and he's about to find out.

“I have just one word for you, Ben. Plastics.”

All his father’s friends. Talking about what he should do. Ben wasn’t listening. Plastics. Right. He was watching Mrs. Robinson. Elaine was off somewhere and he was disappointed. After all, it was his graduation party. He shut out the constant yammering by walking around on the bottom of the pool in flippers and a mask.

Finally they all left, all except Mrs. Robinson who kept eyeing him intently.

“Benjamin, could you come over? I’d like you to help me with something,” she said once her husband had left for his club.

How could he refuse? His father said, “Go ahead, Ben. Your mother and I have to run an errand.”

Dutifully he followed her home, and not without some trepidation.

“Upstairs, Benjamin. Follow me,” she said leading the way. Ben had to admire the way her bottom cheeks flexed in the skirt as she ascended the stairs. “In here,” she said. “In Elaine’s room.”

She walked in and promptly sat on the bed. She eyed Benjamin. The silence was unnerving. Ben spoke, “Mrs. Robinson, what is this about?” She cocked her head toward the window. “Did you have a good view? Was it exciting?”

Ben froze. She knew. He would brazen it out. “W-what are you talking about Mrs. Robinson?”

“Come now, Benjamin, don’t try to deny it. You saw everything. Just like you see my daughter most nights when she doesn’t pull her shade down.” “Mrs. Robinson, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ben shuffled nervously.

Mrs. Robinson smiled and leaned back on her hands. “I think you’re a boy who appreciates the female form. I think it excites you. You liked watching Elaine’s bare bottom being spanked, didn’t you?” Ben watched transfixed as she crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and Ben was shocked to see that she wore no panties under the dress.

Ben gulped, realizing what was happening here. He cocked his head and with a tentative smile said, “Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”

She just threw her head back and emitted a throaty chuckle. She crooked her finger at him. “Come here, Ben,” she said in a husky voice. Ben was drawn forward like one hypnotized. He was unable to resist the attractive woman and her alluring smile. When he stood by her side her fingers went to the belt of his trousers. She unfastened them and pulled down his zipper. In one motion she yanked down his pants and jerked a startled Ben across her knee.

He started to struggle and protest but in a sharp icy voice she stopped his attempt to get up.

“You listen to me,” she hissed. “Elaine is not for you, do you understand? You will not peer at my daughter again. Why do you think I gave her the spanking of her life? It’s because I know she leaves that shade up and I will not have it.” She adjusted her grip and pulled Benjamin farther over her lap.

“Now, as for you, we are going to have a little understanding. Once I give you the hiding of your life, you will leave Elaine alone, do you hear me?”

Ben felt her fingers in the elastic of his  boxers. “Mrs. Robinson, what are you doing?” He yelped, panicked. Then he felt the rush of cool air as his underpants came down and he was bare from the waist to his knees.

“I’m going to punish you Benjamin. If you do not submit, I will tell your dear mother and father what their little graduate has been up to, all alone upstairs in his room. Now, you wouldn’t like that would you?”

“Please, no,” blubbed Ben. But she had him. The thought that she’d tell froze him with fear and embarrassment.

“Now you be a good little boy and take your spanking and we’ll see,” she cooed.

The next thing Ben felt were sharp spanks on his bare bottom, she was hitting him with something hard. That hairbrush. Yeow! It hurt like blazes.

The splats from the brush cracked down on his bare bottom cheeks with a fury. The intensity of the pain racked up higher with each crisp crack. His behind soon felt like an inferno. He bounced uncontrollably over the knees of his tormentress.

Splat! Splat! Whap! “Yeow, Mrs. Robinson! Please!” The only answer was a series of hard fast cracks that traveled all over his bare ass. She smacked him steadily, alternating searing smacks on left and right cheeks. The pain was excruciating. It penetrated to someplace in his core and threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to break down and just cry from the humiliation of it all. He felt like howling, but he bit his lip so no one would hear. God, what if Elaine came home? Or Mr. Robinson?

Then she stopped. Thank God. She told him to rise. He stood before her rubbing his bottom. It was flaming hot and he was sure it had swollen to twice its normal size. Before his startled eyes Mrs. Robinson reached out to take his penis in her hand. She stroked it. Ben could not move. The pleasure made him weak in the knees. He became engorged.

She moved forward on the bed and spread her legs. “Kneel down Benjamin.” Ben knelt in front of her. She pushed his head beneath her skirt. “Do a good job,” she said, “or I’ll have you back over my knee. After that if you’re a good boy, you’ll have me. And yes,” she added, “NOW, I’m trying to seduce you.”

And she does. If you'd like to read the whole story, head on over to Rollin Hand's Disciplinary Tales, where you can order it from Amazon.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 7

This week we discussed role-playing. Here are your responses.

Bogey: We will be interested in reading the replies to this one. Yes, we do, always have. These days they are not formal, but spontaneous. Bacall usually starts them and I try to finish them.

Sir Wendel: We have been planning a French maid scenario. She will dress up as the maid and I spank her every time she makes a mistake on any of her tasks.

Baxter: I refer to my wife as my dominatrix. She is slowly taking on an appropriate persona.

Roz: We have role played. Naughty school girl and stern head master, cop and prisoner and Master, sex slave come to mind.

Arched one: We haven't role played but if R wanted to come up with one I'd love to do it. Of course she would have to be the dominant one. Maybe with me being a nude butler and her keeping my bottom red all day.

Ronnie: Haven't done any spanking role for a while. Our past 'role plays' have often involved Office Manager spanking because it's an easy one for us sharing the same office, it hasn't always been 'play' either. I've also managed to get punished by the Headmaster for swearing, been spanked by the Head Chef for not completing my commis chef duties and cropped by the Riding Master with me in jodhpurs making a terrible fuss although my husband didn't know he was Riding Master the first time, it was all in my head but I told him about it afterwards and he's since disciplined me several times for not shaping up.

Six of the best: My favorite role playing spanking scenes would be these: business office, where I play the boss,  reprimanding a secretary; a school scene, where I play a headmaster, or a boy student, and I spank a teen-age girl student or a naughty female teacher. Of course on their bare bottoms.

sub hub: We don't engage in role play very often because each of us is deeply immersed in our respective roles in our FLM. I'd like to role-play more though.

Katie: We haven't done any role play stuff that I can think of. Though Rob and I once talked about maybe trying a little in the future. Sounds like fun!

Minelle: We haven't but when I asked my Scotsman, he would like me to dress up as a French maid. I guess that means we may try it in the future!

Ricky: OK, if you must know . . .
On your suggestion, I mentioned something. And you know what happened?
She laughed (and I cried). Well, I hope you're happy!

Jenn: Not yet, though I've discussed professor-student or cop-speeder with others. Lately I've talked with a friend about pilot-flight attendant.

I'd do a simple costume, nothing elaborate.

Hermione: I often wear a short silk slip or a corset and stockings, and pretend I'm a naughty maid and Ron is the butler who is displeased with me. Sometimes in the kitchen I get a swat for not obeying Chef's orders. Nothing more formal than that, although I'd like to try a more elaborate scene some day.

Thanks for sharing your fantasies. Next week, something completely different!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #49

Welcome one and all to another weekend brunch discussion. This week's Complete the Caption picture was the inspiration for today's topic.

Do you and your partner ever engage in role-playing? If so, what is your favourite scenario? If not, is it something that you would consider trying in the future?

Leave your reply as a comment, and when everyone has had a chance to respond, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

You Completed the Caption

Your captions for this photo had me in stitches!


Dr. Ken: The Sugar Plum Fairies get bigger every year....

Katie: After having seen the bill that their wives brought home from a girls weekend away to see the Nutcracker, the husbands decided to entertain their thoroughly spanked wives with a little ballet of their own!

Leigh: Snow fairies - I love them.

Simon: The pilot for "Strictly Come Dancing" was not a huge success so the format was quickly revised.

Nina: Come and visit Finland - the land of endless fun and surprise.

Rollin: Ensign, are you sure this is the way the natives on this planet dress or is this another one of Commander Janeway's little jokes?

Sir Wendel: Yet another reason why drugs are bad.

Ricky: Let this be a lesson to all of you. Don't ever bet against a wicked witch with a twist!

Ronnie: The works annual Christmas party wasn't as they expected this year.

Jon: And what are the ladies wearing this year?

The book is really much better than the movie.

Baxter: Where is Joe? He is the one that said we should do this and we did and boy do we look like a bunch of idiots?

Hermione: After Cynthia's inflatable Santa and reindeer sprang a leak, she had to improvise with her outdoor holiday decorations.

 
Wasn't that fun! For more excitement, please join us for brunch, coming up next.

Friday FAIL

The 50 Shades of Grey hype is starting again in anticipation of the movie version, premiering next Valentine's Day.

Then there is the Cracked website's take on why the book is worse than the movie. To give the writer credit, one of the reasons he gives—besides the obvious one of bad writing=bad movie—is that "Fifty Shades of Grey preserves the long-held misconception that people who enjoy BDSM are mentally unstable in some way." Christian Grey is "described as an impossibly rich white man with a helicopter who "knows what he wants and gets it," which in this case is punishing sex with subservient women. So basically, he's a dick on a magic broom."


Read the whole article here.

If you read the above article in its entirety, you will have learned that casting the lead roles was a problem, mainly because no one wanted them. But what if Ellen Degeneres had auditioned for and won the role of Anastasia?




Don't forget to Complete the Caption!