Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 6

If you could, which blogger(s) would you like to engage in spanking with?

Bogey: Tough for me to answer. The one I would pick, I only know her online persona. We are all different in RL.

Downunder Don: Hi Hermione, there are many I would to meet and TALK to, including you! Spank...no thanks. I am definitely a one woman only spanker.

Amy: What a topic! Good one, Hermione. Eric and I have talked about this because I do want to meet other bloggers and would love it if we found a couple or two we could be friends with. He agrees but not until we are retired. Sigh. Seems I'm always waiting for something related to his job. Someday.... As for someone else spanking me? We've had that discussion too. There is a guy in Connecticut I've been watching for years. He's a serious hired hand and I'm holding onto some pre-Eric guilt that I'd love to get rid of. Eric doesn't think he could ever punish me enough to let it go - he'd be too afraid of hurting me and wants to be the man loving and being there for me afterwards. Another, maybe someday...

Hands63: I guess the obvious answer for me would be to receive a paddling/ spanking from just about all the women bloggers on these boards. But, in reality that's probably never going to happen. Honestly, unless we actually meet physically, we tend to form in our minds images of the people who run these blogs and sometimes I feel it better to go with those images rather than actually meeting. It's sort of like having sex with a really close long time friend. The friendship changes.
If that's makes any sense.

It does. 

Roz: Hi Hermione, there are many blog friends I would dearly love to be able to meet in person. As for spanking, I don't think so, that is purely for us.

Jack: Dana, by far and away. The picture of her, another woman, a naked man with red bottom, Dana holding a ruler, the best ever. I dream of getting a spanking from her a lot. I especially dream I was the naked male standing in the kitchen knowing that both women would soon have their turns of spanking me over their lap. Dana is by far the best ever.

Anon: Boy; that's really a hard question to answer.

What's a "blogger" in this case? I'm thinking someone like you who writes but does not provide services, vs. a pro/semi-pro who also happens to post on a blog.

In the former there are very few, so I'd go with Strict Julie.

Jan: Hi Hermione, I don't know if I really would want to be spanked by anyone else but my husband but I suppose if I was pushed it would be fun to be one of Dev's girls just once.... As to meeting other bloggers |I have just come from a meeting with four other bloggers and I enjoyed it so much. There are a couple O would dearly love to meet but they are on the other side of the world and it seems impossible to imagine.

KDPierre: I feel like I know Merry Contrary and Strict Julie well enough that I could appreciate a session with either of them. I don't feel I know any other dominant female bloggers well enough to want to try anything with them.

And since I AM capable of switching, given the right circumstances, I suppose it could be fun giving the charming hostess here who posed the question a nice bun-warming....provided she was willing. ;-)

Thank you for the compliment!

Sir Wendel: Doubtful I would spank anyone but my wife now. I would have to admit that right after reading the question I thought it might be fun to spank one particular blogger.

Hermione: Although in real life I have no desire to be spanked by anyone but my husband, it would be interesting to be spanked by Dr. Ken and Devlin O'Neill. Not at the same time, of course! They are both very toppy gentlemen and would probably give me very satisfactory spankings.


As always, we had quite a variety of responses. When I pose a question, I never know how it will be interpreted. Amy has suggested a topic for next week that I think you will all enjoy, and I hope to see you then.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #188

I'm glad you could make it here today for brunch. There's pie! And I have a just for fun question for you.

We are a close-knit group of bloggers and readers of blogs, and many of us consider other bloggers to be our friends.  We visit each other's blogs regularly and chat through comments and sometimes by email or text.  The majority of us will never meet in person, due to geographic location, desire for privacy and anonymity, or other reasons. But let's just imagine that we could.

Which blogger(s) would you enjoy spanking or being spanked by? Why?

Whether you have a blog or not, please join in the discussion and leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary.

You Completed the Caption

Well, what did you make of this?

Leigh: Is this where you want me?

KDPierre: Yeoman #2: "Ha ha, I'm ducking your flail!"
Yeoman #1: "And if you stay like that, wise-ass, and I'll be fucking your tail."

Yeoman #1: "Did you just fart?!"
Yeoman #2: "Consider it my counterattack!"

Sir Wendel: Then Lord Wenzilton says: “it’s all in the ...” No. No. No, it’s just too wrong of a comment to make.

Hermione: The ever-popular spanking scene was often cut from later performances of Hamlet.

Thanks to all who contributed. Please stay for brunch; it will be served shortly.

Friday FAIL

Google gives this definition of irony:

i·ro·ny
noun

1. The expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
 
2. A state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.

Let the photos speak for themselves.

Have a great weekend!

Complete the Caption

I've had this picture for a long time and was never sure what you would think of it. I guess it's about time to find out!

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will finally get my answer.

From the Top Shelf - The Schoolmaster's Wife, part 3

This is the third and final installment of our short story by R.T. Mason, published in Janus. In part 1 we met Priscilla Browne, whose husband had taken a teaching post in a very unusual boys' school. In part 2 Priscilla learned the hard way that the headmaster ruled the masters' wives with an iron hand and rattan rod. How will Priscilla manage to help her husband maintain order in Delany House and thus keep his job? We shall see.

Priscilla saw Derek again later in the morning when he had a free period. Looking tense, Derek said the same thing as the Head. "Look, we've got to get things sorted out."

She looked at him bleakly. For the moment at least she couldn't bring herself to tell him that her bare bottom had just been caned by the Head. It was just too humiliating. "So you want me to agree to the boys demands then?" she asked.

"Pris, we've got to get the senior boys' co-operation. Otherwise - well I could lose this job. And, I suppose they only want to have a bit of fun, really."

She replied angrily. "What they want, Derek, is for me to let them spank my bottom. My bare bottom! You want me to agree to that, do you?"

Derek flushed guiltily. "No, I don't actually want it to happen but...well...if they won't agree to anything else. And if they don't go any further...ask you for...you know...that. I suppose they just see it as a bit of fun thing."

"Well it's not my idea of a fun thing," Priscilla replied unhappily, "letting five 18 year old boys get their hands on my bare bottom."

"Well you better talk to them anyway. Talk to that Robert Maidment."

* * *

Priscilla saw Robert Maidment at lunch time. Controlling a tremor in her voice she said they'd better have a chat. Derek was conveniently out at a staff meeting and took the Head Boy into her sitting room. "That...er...situation yesterday was quite awful," she said quietly.

Robert Maidment nodded in agreement and said he was sorry.

"No you're not. And I suppose the same thing will happen tonight if...if I don't...."

He shrugged his shoulders. "We'd like to co-operate, Mrs. Browne, but you have to co-operate too. It's Kingswood tradition you see."

"It can't be tradition," she cried, "not that you force your Housemaster's wife to...to..."

"Oh, not force, Mrs. Browne! The tradition here is to persuade. We''d much rather you did it of your own free will. But every wife co-operates, just ask the others. Mrs. Mather, she was the Housemaster's wife here before you, miss, she was quite happy to let us...eventually. She used to take her knickers down every day for us. She wasn't half as pretty as you though."

Red-faced, Priscilla asked, "What...what exactly are you asking for?"

He replied, his voice calm and even, "We want you to take all your clothes off in front of us. Give us a good look at you naked. And then we'll want to spank you. That's all."

Priscilla's voice sounded to her as if it was coming from another body as she asked, shakily, "How...how often will all this happen?"

"Twice a week, I'd say," he calmly replied.

Priscilla gulped. His words hung in the air, and she could feel pin-pricks of perspiration beading her skin as she suddenly had an all too vivid picture of it - a picture she tried in vain to erase. Her thoughts twisted and turned - so, without her being aware of it, did her hands - but she could see no way out of it. She glanced at Robert Maidment, still calmly surveying her, then she quickly looked down at the carpet.

"Look..." she began desperately.

She did the best she could. She got him to agree that it didn't have to be all of them at once. That would have been quite unbearable; five boys and her...whereas at least one at a time allowed some delusion of equality, even if she did have to shamefully submit to it. It would be each of the five boys once every two weeks. And she would either take all her clothes off OR she would get across the boy's knee, then let him take her knickers down and smack her bottom. The boy could choose one but not both.

That was agreed, which was awful enough - then Robert Maidment, sharp-eyed as ever, said, "To show good faith though, we all want a try-out now. So that we know you're not having us on, Miss."

Priscilla gulped; felt the pin pricks of perspiration again. While Robert Maidment stated his further conditions. Then she began to feel really shaky.

"Can you please go out after tea?" Priscilla asked Derek quietly, an hour later. When he looked blank she added, somewhat hysterically, "Out! Out of the House! Out of the School! Anywhere! Or do you want to stay around and watch how your dear wife keeps the senior boys happy in this awful place?"

Derek flushed and bit his lip. "I-I'll go into town...maybe see a film," he said lamely.

Only a couple of minutes after he left there was a knock at the door. Robert Maidment. With the feeling that she was in some kind of nightmare, Priscilla let him in, then closed the door and locked it. As she did so the boy's arms came around her waist.

She started to push him away but he said 'Hey, that's not a very good start, is it!" and then she stopped fighting. He pulled her up close against him. His face was red and she could feel his stiff erection. His hands cupped her bottom.

He said smoothly, "Now that's much better, Miss." And then his hands began pulling up the skirt of her dress and her slip. Pulling them right up to her waist, then his hands were at the waistband of her knickers, yanking them down roughly. His hands on her now bare bottom, squeezing and groping.

Priscilla weakly pushed him away and said, softly, "Come on then...if you're going to do it..."

And then she was over his lap as he sat on her sofa. Her head down near the carpet and her bottom up over his lap. Her naked bottom. And his hand starting to smack crisply down on those bare buttocks. Jolting sharply into the full firm bare cheeks in a briskly rhythmic tempo.

He was smacking her hard and it stung like hell but worse than any pain was the thought that such a humiliating thing could be happening to her. That she, newly married Mrs. Priscilla Browne, had an 18-year-old boy spanking her bare bottom. Her eyes were rapidly filling with tears, not so much of pain as of mortification.

At last Maidment stopped and let her get up. Tight-lipped, fighting her tears, Priscilla pulled up her knickers and adjusted her dress. Her bottom really stung. Robert Maidment smiled a wolfish smile. "There now. That wasn't so bad, was it, Miss? You might get to like it soon."

Priscilla said nothing. Then he told her he'd like some coffee and, obediently, she went to make some. With any luck he would drink it and go and her ordeal - for the moment at least - would be over.

But, eyes bright over his coffee cup, Robert Maidment said, "And now I want to see everything you've got, Mrs. Browne."

She stared at him, open-mouthed with horror. He said, evenly, "That was part of our bargain, wasn't it?"

No, it damn well hadn't been part of their bargain! But what was the point of arguing? As he said, pointedly, "We all want a nice quiet night in Delany House tonight, don't we Mrs Browne? I'm sure your husband does!"

Trying not to look at him, trying not to think of her shame, trying not to cry, Priscilla made herself comply. Standing in front of him she took off the pink dress. And then her slip. Then, cringingly, her bra. Her full, firm breasts pointing at him. Her large nipples, she realised with deep shame, were, for some reason, erect.

"Well those are something special, Miss," he exclaimed, grinning. "And now, very slowly, the knickers off please. You can keep your nylons and suspender belt on but please spread your legs...."

She was beyond shame now and her shapely bottom, when he eventually made her turn around, shone scarlet in comparison to the rest of her pale trembling flesh.

* * *

When Derek got back at 11pm, Delany's like all the other Houses, was as quiet as a mouse. Priscilla, he found, had already gone to bed. She was lying in the dark staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, it's quiet at least." said Derek hesitantly, turning on the bedside lamp.

Priscilla said nothing.

He looked at her, then looked away in embarrassment. He didn't ask what had happened. Whatever it was it couldn't have been too bad, he convinced himself.

"Yes," he said finally. "I think things are going to work out all right here. I mean once we accept that boys will be boys."

Priscilla remained silent.

She was thinking of Robert Maidment, of course. And of the two other senior prefects who were due to come round, one at a time, and attend to her tomorrow. And the following day the other two. Perhaps I'll get used to it, she thought. Maybe I'll start to like it, like he said. After all it was true that boys will be boys. She tried to think that maybe she was helping them. After all they must get so frustrated in an all male world.

Derek repeated. "Yes, dear, I think things will be all right. Its just a question of getting to know them well, don't you think?"

Will Priscilla eventually enjoy the boys' attention? If you are a man reading this, do you wish you had gone to this school?

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 30

Have you ever had a spanking go wrong?

Amy: Eric and I talked about spanking endlessly for about three months. Then, one afternoon in the car, he decided to smack my behind for the first time. It was comical to say the least. He could not get a good angle, I barely felt it at all, and that first attempt to "be the man" was NOT what either of us had envisioned. I'll never forget when we talked about it later because his comment was, "That was so weak, I felt like asking you to give me my handbag so I could retreat to my corner!" Round two, he went to the other extreme! Bent over the back of the couch, he pulled up my dress and then for fear of being too light again, whipped off his belt and swung full force. "YOWWWCCCHHH!" Two years later, we have found a very comfortable middle ground but we both laugh about lessons learned on both ends. ;)

Roz: We have had the odd spanking that didn't leave me in the right head space. On those occasions we did talk and it sometimes ended with round two. We have also had the odd times when an implement broke. Those usually resulted in both of us laughing and the spanking resuming once we had recovered.

Ronnie: A few spankings that didn't go to plan. Me not being in the right head space. We did talk about it and aborted the spanking. Others have been knocking at the door but spanking resumed when whoever it was went away and a couple of times when an implement broke which had us laughing and the spanking resumed.

Hermione: We have been interrupted a couple of times: once by a dog and once by a neighbour knocking at the front door. We have also had more than one implement break, and that made us both laugh.

Thank you for sharing those memories. If you can recall a time when a spanking did not go according to plan, please feel free to share it with us all in the comment section below.