The Verdict

Cane-iac's Smack Stick SR

It took a few weeks, but Ron finally noticed the red Smack Stick hanging on the wall rack of paddles.

"I don't think I've used this one before," he said.

"No. It's been hiding in a drawer for a while. I wasn't sure about using it," I replied as I undressed.

"Well, you'll find out soon," he smiled and smacked the stick against his hand.

He warmed me up with a couple of light leather paddles, but then cam the stick.

"Ow! That feels like a club!" I gasped.

"It feels like one to me too," Ron replied, and applied the stick with lighter strokes, but it still hurt a lot.

Chuckie, out neighbour's dog, was outside, and he's the type of dog that just barks for no reason. Not the excited "I see a squirrel!" bark, or the bored,  flat "Let me in" bark, but a continuous, monotonous noise common to small, yappy dogs.

Ron mused, "I wonder if Chuckie can hear us. We can hear him." The window was open.

"Ow! Maybe--ow!"

The smacks suddenly slowed down. "I'm keeping time with his barks," Ron explained. Oh, very creative.

Ron cycled through the implements he had chosen, and after a while my bottom became numb and the smack stick didn't hurt nearly as much, although it was still nasty when it connected with my upper thighs. I suspect it will stay in our arsenal and come out occasionally.

The next morning I could still feel the sting, which is unusual for me. I normally don't have any after effects, except in the shower. But that morning I was very glad that I wouldn't be sitting on any hard chairs or benches.

I leave it up to you whether you dare visit Cane-iac and order one.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 30

I challenged you to come up with a spanking limerick, and here are your hilarious submissions:

Amy: "Get upstairs NOW, Amy Lynn,"
said Eric with an evil grin,
Out came his belt,
A few whacks and a welt,
and his girl had a red ass again.

Rosco: Hermione of the feminine gender
From the front appears oh so slender
But turn her ‘round and you’ll find
A most abundant behind
That blossoms whenever you bend her

Liza: From Eros Blog
There once was a clever young lass
who liked a firm smack on her ass
She turned her professor
into her confessor
as she laid on his lap after class

Hermione: There was a young maid in Calcutta
Overheard by her husband to mutter,
"When I'm in the mood
Be ever so good
And spank very hard on my butta."

Here's one from Reddit:
They say that our parson's young daughter
Loved sex like no decent girl oughter
but nothing she did
stimulated her id
Like the spanking she got when he caught her

Our good friend Bonnie has some good ones here and here.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #247

Hello everyone. I'm glad you could make it today because I have a very special brunch planned.

Last week I awoke in the middle of the night to make a trip to the bathroom. As usual, I had difficulty falling asleep again, and my mind wandered to various topics. For some reason, I wished I could write clever limericks like the ones I sometimes see in the newspaper. Then I thought I'd have a try, and in a few minutes managed to compose a decent (I think) spanking limerick that miraculously I remembered the next day and wrote down. So here is today's challenge:

Compose a limerick about spanking. It doesn't have to be perfect, but give it a try. If you give up, then search the internet for "spanking limerick" and share you favourite find with us.

Leave your limericks in the comments section below and I will publish them, and share mine too,  after the weekend.

Doubts

All day I had been thinking that a spanking wouldn't happen, but boy, was I wrong!

Let me explain. The day before had been our usual day for a spanking date. As the time approached, we were watching an episode of Blue Murder, a British crime series starring Caroline Quentin.  I am a big fan of the Doc Martin series, and had scoured the internet for other shows starring Martin Clunes. That led me to Men Behaving Badly, in which Quentin played Clunes' long-suffering girlfriend. I thought the shows were rather silly but watched them all anyway. Quentin has also appeared in a few Doc Martin episodes as a homeopathic veterinarian who usually requires medical attention from the good doctor.

Anyway, we were engrossed in the television show, and neither of us made a move to stop when the usual time came. I thought that all too often I was the one to make the first move, and decided I would wait for Ron to say "It's time". He stayed silent and still, so we continued with the program.

The next day I told myself that Ron was probably tired of spanking me and wasn't going to suggest a make-up date.  I wouldn't mention it either and that would be the end on spanking for us. The negative thoughts fluttered in my mind all day. In the late afternoon, Ron was watching American football on tv in the livingroom, as he always does on Sundays during the season. I was reading and the dogs had been fed and were sleeping beside him. Then the game ended.

"Do you want your whuppin' before we go downstairs?" Ron asked, using his favourite term for spanking.

I was nonplussed. "What a question!" I laughed. "You're ten minutes early! Really?"

Ron said he meant it, and soon the dogs were tucked away in their crates and Ron was choosing the day's implements. One of them was my very least favourite: a leather flyswatter studded with rivets. Even when used gently it packed quite a wallop. That day Ron made up for the previous day's missed opportunity.

"It's riveting!" he chuckled as he applied the leather flyswatter to my posterior.

I never should have doubted his commitment.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 23

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Spanko Brunch 2.0 #246

Welcome back, fellow spankos. I hope you are ready to relax and enjoy good food, good company, and good conversation. This week's topic is one suggested by Barrel, and one that we have not specifically discussed before.

Do you ever use a blindfold for the bottom receiving the spanking?  If so, how does it change the dynamic? If not, is it something you might consider trying?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish a summary of our conversation at the end of the weekend.

Signs of the Times

Sometimes you see a sign that rubs you the wrong way, and you just have to respond.

Happy Thursday!