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On a fine, sunny day in our neighbourhood I often see people outside, washing and waxing their cars. But not dressed like this! What will be the outcome of this scrubbing session?

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My Spanko Badge

Last  week we went to browse in a gift shop that's closing at the end of the month. Besides the china ornaments and kitchenware, there was a large selection of jewellery. I especially liked a silver necklace with a large heart, plus a smaller silver ring with three small charms attached to it.

Ron liked it too, so he bought it for me, along with a matching pair of earrings. Wasn't that sweet of him?


When I got home I removed the necklace from its cardboard backing and tried it on. It looked very nice against the plain purple top I had on. As the day wore on, I noticed that the heart twisted around on the chain, and somehow managed to become upside down.

Where had I seen an upside down heart before? Of course, at the bottom of each post that I write here. The silver heart now looked very much like the outline of a bare bottom. This necklace has now become my spanko symbol. I wear it proudly in public, and only those in the know, with spanko tendencies, will understand the significance.

From the Top Shelf - In the Locker Room

It's back to gym class for Lucy and Juliette, where some more retributive justice is in store for the unpopular Juliette.

There was something about Juliette's bearing which really got to Lucy. She did not dislike the girl - far from it - although she could not get close to her. Several attempts at conversation had stalled embarrassingly and they did not seem to have much in common. It was just that the image of Juliette's sweet curves, taut and waiting for the strap to fall, never failed to make Lucy damp between her legs with excitement. She had such grace, and it had never been better displayed than when Wendy Williams had slippered her in the gymnasium.

Lucy recalled the way in which the gym teacher had spanked Juliette and felt a pang of jealousy. Oh, how she wished she could see Juliette getting another spanking! Well, so she would. Juliette had engineered Lucy's tanning at the hands of Miss Edwardes, and what was sauce for the goose...

Encouraged by Lucy's surreptitious hints, Karen, Joanna, Emma and Samantha began a campaign to ensure that Juliette should have the most uncomfortable stay possible at Carstairs. They were persuaded partly by the thought that they were continuing to exact retribution for the trick she had played on Lucy on their first day. To make matters worse, somehow Samantha had discovered that Juliette was related to the owner and Principal of Carstairs. Lucy was never quite sure where that information came from. The girls all regarded Elspeth as the symbol of repression at the establishment. The old lady was rarely seen and so acquired an almost mythical status. Once the relationship became public, Juliette's fate was sealed.

Such was their enthusiasm for their self-appointed task, it was inevitable that, sooner or later, one of the quartet would overstep the mark. When, much later, Lucy wrote her thesis and incorporated the incident which finally brought matters to a head, she derived a certain ironic pleasure from noting that the end result of their efforts was quite the opposite of what Karen and the others had intended.

The incident occurred in the changing room as the girls were getting ready for another session in the gym. Juliette had come to anticipate the gym classes with a considerable degree of dread. She took off her skirt and folded it carefully before placing it in the locker beside her. Across the gangway, Joanna was also changing, but typically was not bothering to fold her clothes, merely depositing everything in a heap in her locker. Picking up the brief shorts which formed part of the standard gym uniform worn by all the girls, Juliette slid her panties down, aware that Joanna was as bare as a baby and scrabbling in her own locker to find her gym kit.

As Juliette stooped to ease the brief slip of cotton over her ankles she unwittingly presented Joanna with a perfectly positioned target. The irrepressible youngster nudged Karen, who was using the changing locker next to her. Karen grinned and pointed to a gym shoe lying on the floor. Joanna did not hesitate for an instant. She grabbed the shoe and dealt a stinging swipe across the proffered white globes. Juliette straightened up with a startled "Ow!" and looked around, to see the rest of the class all watching to see how she would react. It was obvious that Joanna had been the attacker, the little minx still held the gym slipper in her hand and the expression on her face confirmed her guilt.

"Gosh, Juliette, you just looked so inviting, bent over and sticking your naughty little bum up like that. I thought you wouldn't mind if I smacked your bottom - after all everyone else has just lately." She grinned. "So I thought you were getting to like it. Can I rub it better?"

The insinuation was obvious, but the youngster made the mistake of stepping towards Juliette, as if to massage the assaulted area. This was one provocation too far for Juliette, who grabbed the girl's wrist and yanked her forward, snatching the gym show with her free hand. "I'll show you what I like!" The words tumbled out unthinkingly. "By the time I've finished with you, you'll know just how nice it feels to have your bottom smacked!"

The other girls quickly formed a ring around the wrestling duo. Lucy, standing at the back of the throng, noticed that Karen did nothing to help her junior partner in crime. Could it be that the threat of the birch was sufficient to subdue even her rebellious spirit? Or perhaps it was the fact that Wendy Williams was bound to respond to the noise that was being kicked up. Lucy said nothing, made mental notes which she would transcribe later, and watched with bated breath.

Juliette's greater strength soon prevailed and she dragged the protesting youngster close to her and sat down. She was just beginning to force the squealing girl over her knee when Wendy Williams's sharp tones cut through the hubbub of excited voices.

"OK, you two, that's it! Enough!" The excited group which had gathered around Juliette and Joanna parted respectfully as the irate instructor elbowed her way through. "What is it about this time?" She glared at the two protagonists.

Juliette released her intended victim, who lost no time in grabbing a towel from Karen and recovering what modesty she could. Suddenly realising that she was also bare from the waist down, Juliette looked around frantically for something to cover her loins. A sympathetic hand from the back of the crowd tossed her a towel. Gratefully she realised that Lucy had taken pity on her.

"She started it!" Juliette pointed accusingly at Joanna, simultaneously wrapping the towel more tightly around her.

"You terrible liar!" Joanna was outraged. "I most certainly did not!"

"Enough! I have had it up to here with both of you." Wendy's voice was sharp. "Don't think I am totally unaware of the little feud that you two have been running. It's time to call a halt. I think a very sharp lesson for both of you, equally, is overdue."

Juliette felt a familiar tingle travel down her spine and shivered. It looked as if she was going to feel her rear end getting uncomfortably warm again. It was a pity it was Whacky Wendy who was going to be the bringer of retribution.

"You two there - yes, you two." Wendy pointed at Samantha and Karen at the back of the class. "I want you to go out to the playing field and fetch one of the hurdles from the running track. Bring it into the gym, where we will be waiting."

Juliette's spirits sank. It was fair enough - she had been caught red-handed, so to speak - but she did not like the sound of this. She already had a practical reason for fearing the strength of Wendy's arm.

Under instructions from Wendy, the class filed silently into the main gymnasium and arranged itself sitting cross-legged, in a wide semi-circle. Joanna and Juliette, each girl pathetically clutching at her towel, stood at the front of the group and waited to be told what to do next. After a moment or two, the two girls returned, carrying the hurdle between them.

"Very good. Set it up there." An imperious finger pointed to the space in the centre of the semi-circle. "Now sit with the rest of the class."

She turned and stared hard at Juliette, whose blood ran cold as the order was delivered. "Now I want you to go to my office and open the cupboard at the back of the room. There you will find a selection of canes. Bring me one which you feel is most suitable for the task!"

Juliette wished the floor would open up and swallow her. She was glowing with shame, knowing that the whole class was watching her as she walked the length of the gymnasium. The knowledge that she was to be caned also terrified her. It would have been bad enough just to have been bent over the hurdle and spanked with everyone watching again. It wasn't just the pain that frightened her; it was the humiliation of all those eyes watching, staring at her bare bottom turning red. That was the worst of all because Juliette had so much pride and she just knew she would react visibly and involuntarily to the warmth which her chastisement would generate in her most intimate place. Everyone would see.

She arrived at the door of Wendy's office, at the far end of the gymnasium from where the little group was assembled. Entering, she immediately saw the cupboard which Wendy had referred to. Hesitantly she went to it and opened the door. Inside, as she had been told, stood five canes.

She looked blankly at the wicked array. A cascade of thoughts tumbled across her mind. Which one should she choose? The selection covered a range of thicknesses and lengths. What a fiendish idea to force her to pick the very cane which would shortly decorate her own bottom? What if she chose the wrong one for Whacky Wendy's taste? Would she send her back for a different one, or perhaps increase her punishment? How would she take her punishment, anyway? Was it all right to yell out? Did she have any choice? Please, God, let it be Joanna first, she thought desperately.

She must choose; they were all waiting expectantly, like vultures. Which one? Not that shorter, thick one which looked too strong and hard; nor the very thin one, which looked as if it would slice her bottom in two. Diffidently she chose a rod which seemed to be about the middle thickness of the selection. It tapered from the thickness of a woman's index finger to the width of a little finger, over a length of about three and a half feet. There was another implement which was a bit shorter, but that looked wickedly knotty, which she felt must hurt more. Picking up her original selection, she closed the cupboard and left the office.

As Juliette began her walk down the length of the gym, she could see the rest of the class watching her, fascinated and clearly tense. She could see from their astonished looks that they were surprised at the apparent size of the weapon she had selected. She held out the cane to Miss Williams and waited for instructions. Had she made an acceptable choice? The butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she visualised what the fearsome weapon she had chosen would do to her poor bottom.

Sorry, but this post is quite long enough, so you will have to wait until next week for the canings. For those of you who would like to re-read the entire story, go to this post - From the Top Shelf - scroll down to A Degree of Discipline, and you will see all the posts from the story, in order.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 5

What are my readers' experiences with slippering? Read on:

Leigh: Way back when we experimented with a leather flip flop. Hurt like the dickens. Love your cake.

Six of the best: Hermione, what a beautiful Star Spanking Cake to celebrate U.S.A.'s Birthday. May tomorrow bring us also the Woman's World Soccer Gold Cup. If they win or lose, I sure would love to spank some of those lassies on their knickers down bare bottoms.

Jan: Yes, hubby sometimes picks up his slipper, hurts like mad!!

Emerging Lurker: We haven't tried it. I am curious but cannot get "what has this stepped in" idea out of my mind and I'm too cheap to buy a pair of shoes when I'm only interested on one of them.

Welcome, E.L.!

Minelle: No we haven't ever used footwear. Just hasn't occured to either of us.

Roz: Love the cake Hermoine. Wishing our American friends a wonderful 4th of July weekend.

Rick spanked me once with a sandle with a leather sole. Hurt like the dickens!

Simon: When I was at school, a really long time ago, the PE teachers would often use a plimsoll on the bottoms of boys and girls who had displeased them. Watching young ladies being punished wearing their tight red gym shorts was certainly a big factor in my lifelong fascination with spanking. So as an adult it was one of the first implements I tried both as a giver and receiver of punishments. In both cases I found it a rather disappointing implement. Whilst a plimsoll or slipper can impart a sting it is unwieldly in the hand and doesn't make a very interesting sound. If over the knee I much prefer the hand of my Mistress or a hairbrush or small paddle and if bent over a strap or cane.

Nina: Hi Hermione, awesome cake, I love the colours. Hubby has used a slipper with a rubber sole, and that was a very bad spanking. I don't know if another sole would have made it easier to endure, but the rubber sole hurt awfully.

Michael M: Slippering was common at my school, over shorts and on the bare if we were messing about in the changing rooms.

My wife does not use the slipper on me because it is fairly soft and low impact. However she does use a leather sole sandal to great effect when we are on holiday.

Katie: I've never heard of that term before. Rob has given me a seat or two with a flip flop in the past. Just as a fun thing. More recently he picked up a shoe (Rubber soled slip-on summer shoe) from our closet and I told him (respectfully) that I didn't like the idea of being spanked with a shoe that gets worn outside on the streets. My health professional head just raised a red flag. Who knows where the shoe has stepped (think about dogs pooping outside, and their humans pick it up, leave no trace). Well there are traces that one can't see. That sounds like a huge setup for infection. No thank you. Rob agreed right away. So if someone wants to do that kind of activity, my suggestion is to have a pair or more of slippers/shoes that are reserved for that. We won't be using them.

Bonnie: I think anything in our house that could be conceivably be used as a spanking implement has been tried on my bottom. That includes slippers, sandals, shoes and flip-flops. Some hurt, but most were ineffectual. As a result, footwear are seldom a part of our spankings.

S: I love a good slippering. D has a huge slipper, too big for him and so never worn and soiled by the floor, with a soft leather sole.

I drape myself comfortably over the arm of the sofa., bottom bared. He takes a short run up, and delivers a mighty whack, which sounds like a thunder clap, but doesn't really hurt or bruise, and as he slippers away my bottom gets hotter, and smarts happily. The slippering goes on for some time, and by the time he has finished I am just longing for him to take me between my happy cheeks, still over the sofa arm, which he always does. We have to keep the window closed, as the noise of my slippering would carry a long way!

Ronnie: P has used my slipper, leather sandal (his), shoe, flip flop and a gym plimsoll. His sandal hurt the most.
I would love a piece of your cake.

Sir Wendel: The misses used her sandal on me a couple of times. I would prefer the wooden paddle over the sandal. I walloped her bottom with it once. She complained it hurt too much and that she couldn’t sit for hours.

Anon: Never used a slipper in my spankings. I don't really want to, either. Nothing against it (except health reasons - would only use a brand new one), but it just doesn't particularly interest me.

Hermione: I must confess that after I read the story about slippering, I went to my shoe rack and examined all my shoes for possible spanking purposes. I found a pair of light, supple red leather shoes that would fulfill the purpose. I wasn't even sure which end you hold when using a shoe, but I'm assuming it's the heel end. (Correct me if I'm wrong.) We haven't tried it yet, but I might suggest it to Ron next time he feels inclined to spank me.

Thank you all for your responses. Have a lovely week!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #80

Welcome back to another weekend spanko brunch, and Happy Independence Day to all my American friends.

Recently I posted a story about a gym teacher punishing some unruly pupils with a gym shoe. This had me thinking about the practice of spanking with some sort of footwear, often referred to as slippering.

Have you ever tried slippering? If not, would you consider it? If so, is it a regular occurrence? What sort of footwear do you use? When would you or your partner choose a slipper over some other type of implement?

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

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Six of the best: On July 4th American Independence Day, these learned gentlemen, will be celebrating this wonderful holiday, by inviting many naughty ladies to be put over their knees, so that they can have a 'spanking good time'.

Minelle: I can't imagine, although it looks like some sort of wedding attire minus 99.9%!

Simon: In an attempt to prove that they really didn't have anything up their sleeves, the Magic Circle had adopted a new dress code.

Delfonte: Freemasons depend on secrecy, however the new dress code has caused much debate when the lodge met for their latest meeting.

Rollin: "I thought you said you hired the Chippendales for the bachelorette party."
"Well, these guys were cheaper."
"Just, Run, Mary Beth. Run."
"They do have nice hats..."
"Run!"

Leigh: All I can say is that they are brave souls and look quite proud of themselves.

Jim M: Adult summer camps in Spankoland are a real gas. There is something for everyone. I am spending a week at F/M spanking camp and I can’t remember having so much fun and getting so many spankings from so many wonderful tops.

The counselors have tons of great spanking scenarios we can use or we can make up our own. Today we had to swim over to the mid-lake house and change into male thongs. Then we had to swim back and put on these top hats. Inside each hat is a picture of a flower or pet or something. Now we have to find the female top who is wearing that picture on a lanyard around her neck. The we have to sing and dance to request our spankings, somehow using the top hat as a prop.

I just love F/M spanking camp. I wish I could spend a month here.

Sir Wendel: The New Terminator – Cyberdyne Systems Model 116XXL – I’ll be Fat.

Liza: Magic Mike 2025

Welcome, Liza!

Baxter: One Guy: Why did our wives tell us to wear these very silly things?
Another guy: To embarrass us, probably.
yet another guy: Actually, when we get up to the beach, they are going to give us spankings.
fourth guy: Good.
 
Hermione: The Sir John A. Macdonald lookalike contest was well attended by the cottagers.

Friday FAIL

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Today's grammar FAILs aren't accidental; they're intentional, but fun anyway. Prepare to be fooled!

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