Spanko Brunch 2.0 #253

I'm glad to see you here this weekend on the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. Let us pause for a moment to remember the many who gave their lives for their countries.

Now on to more light-hearted matters. Sometimes spankings are spontaneous, but at other times we receive advance warning that a spanking is coming some time in the future. But when?

How do you feel about having to wait for a spanking? What is the longest time you have had to wait? Which do you prefer: immediate attention, or a prolonged period to dwell upon the impending paddling?

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

It's almost time...

Love Our Lurkers days are coming up at the end of next week, and I want you to participate. It's the time when our silent readers are encouraged to come out of hiding and leave a comment. The details are:

What is it? Lurkers, anonymous readers, call them what you will. They are the people who read our blogs on a regular or occasional basis, but never leave a comment. On LOL days, we encourage those people to be brave and leave a comment. Most blogs allow commenters to remain anonymous, so you never have to reveal your real identity.

Where is it? It's everywhere, but right here on this blog, I will put up a post and record the links to all bloggers who are participating in LOL Days. If you want to see who has joined in the fun, drop by here and you will see the list. If you are joining in, please leave a comment on my post after you publish yours so that I can include you.

When is it? Friday, November 16 and Saturday, November 17.

What do I have to do? If you are a blogger, publish a post on November 16, encouraging your silent readers to leave a comment. "Love Our Lurkers" in the title will be helpful but not compulsory.

What do I say? Some bloggers ask questions for their lurkers to answer. Others have competitions, with a spank for every comment left. Still others only want all their readers to say hello. The important thing is to be friendly and encouraging to readers who might be apprehensive about leaving a comment. Please remember to allow anonymous comments, even if only for a day or two.
 
How can I help right now? If you have not already done so, I invite you to post an advance LOL Days announcement soon, so that all your readers know about it too. Not all bloggers read this blog, and we want to be sure nobody is left out.

My creative friend Enzo made the images at the top and bottom of this post, and you are welcome to use one of them in your post. If you would rather choose your own distinctive graphic way of encouraging lurkers out of their shells, then go for it!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 4

Do you ever use a gag or similar device to prevent the spankee from speaking?

QBuzz: I never gag my partner. She sometimes makes me wear a ballgag when she's in charge but it's really just for the look as it doesn't actually stop me making noise, just stops me being intelligible.

Red: Never tried one, but always willing for a new experience.

Rosco: Irene does fairly frequently- often gagging me with a pair of worn panties, Esperanza after she’s been working out.

Sometimes she’ll do it while she's spanking me, sometimes when she’s tying me down after and ordering me to take a nap.

And she’ll pin me down with panties or a bra or whatever stretched across my mouth when she’s mounting me cowgirl style - which usually makes me come pretty quickly.

Sir Wendel: Never used a gag. We like the sounds each other makes when the smack on the bottom hits.

Roz: We don't use a gag and it's not something I would handle well at all.

Simon: I've been gagged during a punishment and I really don't like them. Gags I've discovered make me gag and feel nauseous. I wouldn't gag a lady I was spanking either, after all she might feel the same way as me and anyway I like to chat to the lady over my knee or bent over whilst her bottom turns a delightful shade of pink and then perhaps red.

Yorkie: Never. At first, I was my own gag. I'd keep quiet so as not to scare my wife but lately I've been quite vocal during my spankings and wriggling quite a lot more (as well as the usual sticking my butt out for the next swat ;))

I should also mention that my wife prefers it when I'm expressing myself during the spanking.

Katie: Rob and I have never used anything like that. I'm guessing that it is not something that we would do. I have a sensitive gag reflex anyway, so that might not be pretty!

Jack: Part of the punishment is being heard, my wife states. So she insures that I'm heard, if the walking afterwards doesn't give it away that I've been spanked.

Barrel: We do use a ball gag but only during longer, punishment sessions. It has a hole in it to allow easier breathing as I have learned controlled breathing is essential during any of her spankings. Breathing helps me remain still in order to avoid getting “extras” which are always nasty. The ball gag is also part of the mental build up to a punishment session, which I like.

Ronnie: P once used a pair of my knickers. Don't think I would handle a ball gag very well and not really interested in trying.

Joe: I have never been gagged during my spankings but always willing to try new things. Have mentioned to my wife she should try tying me down for a harsh spanking one day and a gag would seem very appropriate.

Hermione: We haven't used anything like this. I find ball gags somewhat repulsive, and my vocalizing tells Ron if I am enjoying myself or if he needs to lighten up. It wouldn't be much fun for either of us if I stayed silent.

Thank you Barrel for such an interesting topic. I always welcome suggestions for discussion topics, so put your thinking caps on.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #252

Welcome one and all to our weekly spanko brunch. I hope you all had a safe, fun Hallowe'en and have responsibly disposed of all the candy wrappers. This week we discuss a topic suggested by regular reader Barrel. It's something we have considered before but I think it's worth revisiting.

Do you ever use a gag, bit, or other item to reduce the verbal response to a spanking? How does this change your reaction to the spanking? Is it something you enjoy,  simply tolerate, or really detest?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has weighed in.

Get Ready to Love your Lurkers

That's right. We're counting down the days until we hold our thirteenth Love our Lurkers celebration. On Friday November 16 and Saturday November 17, we will be calling all our silent readers to come out from the shadows and leave a comment, no matter how short.

Participation in recent years has dropped, so I am asking you all to encourage your friends to join us on those two days. If you have a blog, tell your readers about the upcoming LOL day. If you don't have a blog, then plan on joining in the fun. If you are a silent reader, get ready to speak up for what might be the first time.

I will post more details about our event soon. If we all work together, we can make LOL 13 the best one yet!

From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 4

Today we conclude Rollin Hand's short story, "the Prom", from The Schoolgirl Collection. Lisa, Lynne and Terri have each received a hairbrush spanking from Aunt Martha and are now about to be caned by her. But it will be worth it so that they can all go to the prom. Remember that Reggie is filming all this; we will be hearing from him from time to  time throughout the story.

Three girls were lined up against the wall, all holding their skirts up. Three sets of bright red bare bottoms were on display. The girls were sniffling, trying to stem the tears that threatened to come.

“Now girls,” said Aunt Martha. “We have to stay there in that position for a little while. I’ve found that it always helps if a girl can have some quiet time and reflect on the reason why her bottom is burning hot, so no rubbing just yet.”

The girls’ mothers began to ask Aunt Martha some questions about the disciplinary spanking they had just witnessed.

“It didn’t look like you had to use much strength to deliver a pretty good spanking, Mrs. Grenly,” said Mary.

“No dear, not really. A short stroke from shoulder height and a little snap of the wrist is all it takes. As you can see, about thirty good stingers like that and the young lady is regretting her earlier naughtiness.” The moms all nodded.

The mothers chatted for a time with Martha Grenly about the efficacy of spanking as a means of correction. “In my opinion,” said Aunt Martha, “young women today could use a trip across mother’s knee from time to time. It is not only a powerful corrective tool but it provides much needed cathartic release. Girls can be so wound up emotionally. Sometimes a good spanking just lets all that emotion come out. A brisk spanking, a good cry and they feel better.” Martha spoke withassurance.

Martha glanced at the girls. “Well, girls, you can lower your skirts—oh and you may rub now.” The three put their hands behind them and amid gasps of “ooh” and “ahhh”, rubbed a bit before pulling panties back up and lowering skirts. “Now girls, I know you feel quite sore, but there is another item of business. Believe it or not the spanking I just gave you was light. And I did that on purpose. The cane actually hurts worse on a posterior that has not been, shall we say, properly warmed.”

Martha stood up and smoothed her skirt. She went in to the study and returned with a thin yellow wand about thirty inches long. “Girls, this is a junior school cane. As you can see,” She bent it in a near circle, “it is very flexible. You have each agreed to accept six strokes with this instrument.”

The girls watched in anxious dread as she released the tip. It quivered back and forth indicating that this was one whippy little stick. “I will take you one at a time into the study. There is a chair in the center of the room. When I tell you, you will raise your skirts, lower your panties to mid thigh, and bend over the back of the chair. You will grasp the front of the chair seat and don’t let you. I will apply six strokes. You will keep wriggling to a minimum and remain still. If you get out of position, the stroke will have to be repeated. Do you understand?” All during this speech Aunt Martha had stood in front of the three girls flexing the cane between her hands. The girls could not keep their eyes off of it.

“So, one at a time, each you will enter the study, accompanied by your mother. Are we ready?” There were murmurs of assent. “Miss Terril, you are first I believe?” Lisa nodded meekly and went into the study.

* * *

Boy oh boy! Lisa was going to go first again. I turned my attention to the study cameras. The only ones in there were Lisa, Lisa’s mom and Aunt Martha.

Lisa stepped over to the chair back. Aunt Martha told her to lift her skirt and bend right across it. All the time she is whooshing the cane through the air, limbering up, I suppose. Lisa got her dress up and then bent over the back of the chair. Aunt Martha told her to slip her panties down. I got to see that perfect little ass again, this time though it was blushing pink.

On the face shot Lisa was gritting her teeth. Martha tapped Lisa’s bottom then took her arm back and whipped that cane down right on the fat part of her bottom. Lisa let out a yelp. Martha told her to keep still. Then she let fly with another one. Lisa’s knees sagged and a red stripe appeared. Aunt Martha let her have four more just like that. She was yeowching and shifting from foot to foot, and her bottom gave a little jiggle each time the cane hit. Whew! What a show!

* * *

Lynne could hear the dry thwack of the cane and Lisa’s anguished yelps coming from inside the study. She was next. She looked over at her mother and mom shook her head sympathetically, but folded her arms, and whispered to her that she was going to go through with it—no begging off.

Lisa emerged from the study, wiping tears out of her eyes.

"Miss Crane, I believe you are next." Aunt Martha was standing there flexing that cane.

With a cold knot in her stomach, Lynne meekly entered the study. She was told to stand at the chair. "Raise your skirts, please, Miss Crane."

Lynne grimaced, but complied. "Now slip your panties down and bend over the back of the chair. That's it," she said as Lynne slipped her panties down, baring her bottom once again.

"Grip the chair seat and do not let go." Lynne felt the cold wood tapping her bottom. She clenched up. "It's better, child if you relax and don't clench."

"Yes, ma'am," Lynne muttered and tried to relax. She heard a whine and next felt a hot line of fire explode across her buttocks. "Ahh...ah..." she squeaked and stood halfway up. Good grief, that had hurt! Jane had said it wasn't too bad.

"Back down, Miss Crane. Do that again and the stroke won't count."

Lynne bent back over, trembling. She heard that thin whine again then crack! Another searing stripe fell. Oh, this was awful. Worse than she’d ever imagined. She was going to break down and bawl.

Swish....thwack! A third stroke scored her buttocks. "Owww...oh....oh!" yelped Lynne. How does anybody stand this?

The fourth stroke made her yelp in pain —the worst yet. Her eyes started to tear up. She was going to cry.

Stroke number five was even worse. It hit right in the fold above her thighs. She screeched, “Yoww—oh, yow. Please!” She half rose, fluttering her hands, her face a mask of anguish. “In position, Miss Crane. Buck up,” said Aunt Martha.

Lynne shifted from foot to foot, barely hanging on. "One more Miss Crane," announced Aunt Martha.

Swishh.....thwack! It was a sizzler. Lynne threw her head back, let out a wail and cried like a baby.

* * *

Did you see that? My God, that wasn't half a flogging Martha laid on Lynne Crane's sexy butt. Those luscious cheeks just quivered and flexed with every stroke and that little dance of hers between strokes just made it even sexier. She's got six distinct lines across that pert ass of hers now and I'll bet she feels every one of them for a few days.

Now she's leaving and here comes Terri Boswell.

* * *

Standing over against the wall once more, Lynne tried to stop sobbing. The lines painted across her bottom by that wicked cane still stung like crazy.

Whose idea had this been? Well it had sort been a seed planted by Jane. No matter, it was over now and she was going to the prom---with Nick. She winced as she heard the dry sharp cracks of the cane. Terri was getting it and from the muffled wails, it was as bad as her caning.

* * *

Whew! That last one was a real topper. There is nothing like a tall lanky girl who has to bend way over, and one with such a peach of a bottom. I'll have to say though she took her six without flinching, but I could tell it hurt like billyho. Her legs were trembling and from the front you could see the face scrunched up and the big tears rolling. She ended up with six livid stripes across her bum, just like the rest. Our Aunt Martha knows her business. I would not want to be on the receiving end of that, let me tell you.

Well, we're done. Time to roll this up and get out of Dodge as you Yanks say. They are standing against the wall, skirts up again. One more shot of three pairs of gorgeous bottoms lined up, zoom in and get those red lines across those cheeks before they fade and...fade to black. That's a wrap.

* * *

What a dreamy night. Nick looked great in the tuxedo and Lynne was floating. And they had plans for later. Oooh la la! An announcer stopped the band for a moment to say that they had a special treat----a multimedia presentation of the highlights of the high school careers of the class of 2011.

The lights dimmed and the presentation started. It was all spliced together: sports highlights, shots of campus life, drama, chorus, all of it.

Lynne had just turned to Lisa to say something when she saw a look of absolute horror appear on her friend's face. Lynne looked up to see what? A spanking in progress---it shifted very fast but yes... it was her and then Lisa and Terri. It had been spliced together in a rapidly shifting collage, but there was no doubt as to their identities.

That awful day. Then it cut to the caning. There she was getting her butt striped. She put her hand over her mouth. Who? How? This was the ultimate in humiliation. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. Her classmates were all looking at her and Lisa and Terri.

People watched, too mesmerized to move. Finally everyone broke out yammering and looking around. Some started to laugh. The laughter grew. Lynne looked at Nick. At first he'd appeared stunned. Then he started to chuckle too. "What is this Lynne? You got your botty smacked? Wow, girl, you've got one cute...."

Lynne didn't wait to hear the rest. She hauled off and slapped Nick as hard as she could. How dare he laugh at her abject humiliation. She ran out leaving Nick rubbing his jaw ruefully.

Meanwhile the scene had disappeared and it was back to football and such. Had it really been there? "What happened to your date, Nick?" It was Jane. She sidled up to Nick.

"I guess she got pissed and took off," he said. "Did I really see what I thought I saw?"

"What did you think you saw?" asked Jane with mysterious smile.

"I think I saw Lynne and Lisa and Terri getting spanked. On their bare butts. Then bent over taking licks with a stick. I was about to say how sexy it was---was that some sort of experimental theater or something? A prank video they put together? But she slapped me and just ran out."

"Hmmm. You thought it was sexy, huh?"

"You bet," said Nick. "That spanking stuff--what a turn on."

"Well, me too. I'm English, you know. It's quite popular where I come from." Jane slipped her arm inside Nick's. "I just never got around to telling you."

"It is? You like it?" Nick now seemed very interested.

"Yeah. Maybe I could, like, show you," she said leading Nick off. "Do you have a car? We could go to my place. Mother and father are away for the weekend."

And that is how later that evening Jane found herself face down across her former ex-boyfriend's lap with her dress pulled up and panties pulled down as she instructed him on the finer points of administering an erotic spanking.

* * *

Hullo, Reggie here again. Um, this time I'm afraid I'm in a bit of bother. You see they found out who made the video--not too tough really. But it was a good prank, I thought. And, I'd do anything for my twin sister. The powers that be didn't see it that way, though. I'm in all kinds of trouble, not the least of which is the punishment demanded by the girls and their parents.

Sooo.....in a few short minutes they'll call for me. Waiting down in the study is Aunt Martha and her cane. She's limbering up her arm I'm sure. I'm in the dock for twelve sizzlers and let me tell you, I'm not looking forward to this, not one little bit. Ooops....I think I hear my name being called. See you on the other side.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 28

Wow! I got a great response to this week's question about thongs. But before I do the recap, here's a heads up for our thirteenth Love our Lurkers extravaganza.

Save the date to Love our Lurkers: 

November 16 - 17

Now back to our discussion on thongs. Here's what you said:

Gary: My wife just retired from teaching elementary art, and one day a few years ago, making conversation with a student, referred to the student's flip-flops as "thongs" an outdated term. The student was aghast, so my wife determined not to make that mistake again.

Now, in answer to your question, neither of us wear underwear any more, but we kind of like the stimulating brevity of thong underwear.

Roz: Thongs are definitely out here. I don't like them at all and fortunately neither does Rick. I think he prefers a little more to unwrap :)

Yorkie: Seeing as I am the one that is spanked, I have never worn them and have no intention of ever doing so. I do, however, have one abiding memory of my wife wearing a one piece item with a thong back many years ago (in our home, she would never wear anything like that in public) and, extraordinarily I spanked her while she wore it. Just for fun, and she stipulated I be stern with her and so I was and I spanked her pink then told her to go lay on our bed face down and wait for me and...well we had some fun if you get my meaning.

NoraJean: I have loved thongs from the get go ... no panty lines for one thing plus I find them comfortable. However, since Frank has 'a bit' of a lingerie fetish, my underwear drawer contains just about every kind of panty you could think of ... lol ... and each day he chooses my panties and lays them out for me ... and if there are none laid out, the rule is it's a no panty day ;)

Anon 1: I occasionally wear them but they aren't my favorite or preferred. They ride up way too much to be comfortable. I don't think my spouse has much of an opinion on them.

Sir Wendel: The Misses will wear a thong under her skirt once in a while. I love the look of her bottom when I put her across my lap however spankings are always on the bare bottom so the thong is pulled down the same as a full panty.

QBuzz: Thongs are sexy! I love when my girlfriend wears them and she likes me to wear one for her when I dress up in my g-string waiter outfit

Jack: Try a 20 foot pole!

Princessimp: I don't generally wear thongs, as I don't find them comfortable. My husband actually doesn't care for them either. I could imagine them possibly making a spanking more exciting, since they have sort of a "naughty" feel to them. For a real punishment, though, why would I make things easier for him?! Haha.

Simon: Well they don't suit me but I can take them or leave them when it comes to ladies wearing them. If I'm spanking a lady I so grateful that she is letting me punish her that I don't really care what she is wearing.

Wilma: TMI moment warning. Lol. There are certain days of the month when G-strings are worn to hide other strings during a spanking. It gives me a tiny piece of mind; B could care less. I do wear them by choice depending on what I am wearing. B prefers me in dresses and flowy skirts and thongs don't mix for various reasons! Lol

So to answer the question, for a week a month they help with spankings.

Anon 2: I do not allow them, as a spanker.

I like otk in layers, one at a time, plus I enjoy delivering a super hard panty-warming, so my spankee can't get relief later from cool panties, once we are all done.

Its enjoyable unveiling a bare bottom where as the spanker, you are not sure how red it is.

Thongs take that away.

Downunder Don: Totally off topic, but down here we call them a pair of thongs for your feet and a single thong for your bum.

And no, Mumski doesn't wear either; spanked or not.

Ronnie: I have a couple of pairs but hardly wear them. P quite likes them but prefers the fuller fitting style of knickers when he spanks me.

A.J.: (I assume by your question you mean women wearing things...(?)

For spanking I don't think it matters - they're comin' off regardless!!

My non-spanking girlfriend LOVES them. Only style she wears, and for the same reason Norma Jean gave - no panty line (which...sometimes, I kinda' like). Her other reason, one she will only admit under questing where some alcohol is involved, it that it makes her feel a bit "naughty". And me smile!

Whatev. If it makes her happy...!

Is your next question going to be about "granny-panties"? Because you may get a completely different set of responses!

I intended the question for both men and women, and thank you for the great suggestion for next week!

Fondles: I quite like thongs. I'm sure BIKSS agrees they are quite lovely. The only problem is that if i'm going to be out and about for any period of time, I'd prefer to have something that I could stick a liner on. was that tmi?

For spanking tho, no problem. It's not like they'll stay on too long anyway, i don't think. I shall wear one this evening. I think I have been remiss in my choice of undergarments lately.

Hermione: When I used to teach aerobics I always wore a thong-style leotard over spandex shorts. It was the fashion then and I found it quite comfortable. But when I went out and bought a batch of thong panties, it was quite a different matter. Someone once said it was like wearing dental floss between your cheeks and she's right. Although I enjoyed the sensation of a bare bottom under slacks or jeans, I found them quite uncomfortable. Ron prefers no covering at all for spanking, so we are on the same page there.