Complete the Caption

This couple is engaged in our favourite aerobic activity and both seem to be enjoying it. But that's a rather unusual implement he's wielding. Can you explain his choice?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suggestions on Saturday. Thank you, Sir Wendel Jones, for the cartoon. Keep 'em coming!

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Chrissy

We are back at the paddling booth today. As you may recall, a paddling booth was set up at the county fair to raise money for charity. Four pairs of fraternity and sorority members were going to paddle and be paddled, as is the custom in those organizations. Last week, Barry was the unfortunate victim, and today it's Chrissy's turn.

Two young middle aged looking couples strode up as Gary and Chrissy carried on an animated conversation. Chrissy found herself warming up to the handsome senior. Gary noticed them.

"Hi, folks, welcome to the paddling booth. Care to make a donation?" Gary smiled and patted his palm with the paddle.

The couples regarded Chrissy in her skimpy outfit with looks of interest.

"Whoa, Carla," said one of the women, "look at her outfit. A bit short, don't you think?" This last question was obviously directed to Chrissy

"Oh, this?" asked Chrissy, "it's my cheerleader outfit--for the college...you know...rah, rah, rah?" And she gave a little wiggle.

With a broad smile one of the men laughed, "Perhaps she should be taught a little modesty." He pulled out his wallet. "I always thought those cute cheerleaders in school deserved a good spanking. What you say we all pony up. I'm in for $20."

"Ok, Jim. You got it. Carla and I will go $25," said the other man.

"Wow, 45 bucks," said Gary. "That's great, folks."

Chrissy was busy doing the math in her head. Yikes! That was 10 swats.

"Now this is real, right?" asked the woman named Carla. "Not little love taps or anything?"

"Absolutely," assured Gary. "Just like initiation night. Nothing held back. Well laid on, as they say." He swooshed his paddle through the air for emphasis. Chrissy cringed. Yikes!

"Well, ok," said the other woman, "sounds like fun--oh except for you, honey." All four of them laughed.

"C'mon, Ray, give him the money. I want to see this."

The men were clearly enjoying ogling Chrissy in the brief cheerleader outfit and the women wore hard looking smiles.

"Ok, folks, step right this way." Gary gestured for Chrissy to lead the troop into the tent.

"I always thought cheerleaders were snooty and too big for their britches," said Carla to her friend. "I know what you mean," said her companion. "Looks like this one's britches are going to be warmed up."

When they had assembled in the interior of the tent, Gary motioned for Chrissy to approach. "Ok, Chrissy, time for your paddling. Bend over hands on your knees. Stick that cute butt right out."

Chrissy nervously bent over. This was it! she thought. How embarrassing to be bent over for a paddling in front of four strangers. As she bent over her little skirt rode up, but not quite enough. Gary took the blade of the paddle and flipped it up onto her back.

One of the men jabbed his buddy in the ribs as Chrissy's adorable ass was unveiled. The brief green panties stretched and rode up into her bottom crease in her bent over posture, baring the lower parts of her cheeks. Chrissy had athletic legs and a well formed derriere. The presentation of the chubby bottom cheeks seemed to beg for some well placed swats.

At least this was what Gary was thinking as he tapped the resilient chubs with the paddle. What a cute ass, he thought. Chrissy gave a little flinch when she felt Gary rubbing the wood in slow circles on her ass.

"It's 10 licks, Chrissy. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes," stammered the luckless pledge.

Gary drew back and swung in an easy arc. The paddle connected solidly with Chrissy's bottom and made a loud crack! The cheeks of Chrissy's bottom flattened with the impact, then sprang back into shape.

"Oooh," gasped Chrissy. That had hurt.

Crack! Another solid swat made her cheeks wobble.

Chrissy waited nervously. There was a pause as Gary patted and rubbed the paddle across the seat of her thin panties. Smack! Crack! Whack! Gary gave her three swats right in a row that made her rise up on her toes and do a little dance.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she cried. God! that had stung like blazes.

"Stay down, stay down," cautioned Gary. And he gently pressed her back with the paddle. "We wouldn't want extras for getting up now, would we?" He gave the enthralled quartet a broad wink. They grinned and nudged each other in the ribs.

"Oh oh, but it stung." Chrissy protested.

"You got to grin and bear it, honey," laughed one of the women.

"But it really hurts..."

"I know Chrissy, but hold on. Here comes three more..."

Gary drew back and landed another trio of fast hard shots right across the crowns of Chrissy's delectable buttocks making the plump cheeks quiver.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" shrieked Chrissy as the swats burned her bouncing bottom. She started to rise but Gary put his hand on her back and whispered, "Just two more. Be a brave girl, ok?"

Chrissy sniffled and nodded. Wow! It hurt!

Gary took his stance again and carefully measured the distance. Crack! She felt like her bottom was on fire. Oh, ow, ow, she thought.

"I think she felt that," said Carla to her friend who nodded in agreement.

Last one thought Chrissy. Thank God. Whack! "Ouch!" bleated Chrissy. That last one really got to her. It almost felt like she would cry.

"Ok, Chrissy, you can get up now."

She rose and rubbed her butt, grateful that it was over. She didn't care who was watching as she did a little dance, hopping from foot to foot.

The foursome chuckled and commented on Gary's prowess with the paddle and Chrissy's cute reactions.

"Sure lit a fire in her tail," ventured Jim. "That's one cheerleader who'll be eating off the mantle at the sorority house tonight," laughed Jim's wife. "Say, your panties could use some dusting off, dear," said Jim with a grin.

"Oh! Don't you dare!"

But she squealed, half laughing as Jim gave her a hearty wallop on the seat of her thin stirrup pants. Kidding and joking, the group said goodbye and moved on.

"Are you Ok?" asked Gary.

"Wow!" said Chrissy, still rubbing her delectable hiney. "That really stung! But, yeah, I'm ok."

"Good girl," said Gary. "We did good. That was a lot of money. You are not only cute, you're brave." And he gave her a big smile.

Chrissy's stomach gave a little flip flop. The handsome senior liked her. Gary's undisguised interest coupled with the heat in her fanny added to his command of her during the paddling made her feel all squishy inside--like he could do anything he wanted with her. With a slowly building wetness in her lower regions she followed him back out front.

Did you notice all the different words Rollin used to describe Chrissy's backside? What a creative writer!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 24

How do you get in the mood for a spanking?

Anon: Wake up!

Bernie: A few texts or carefully guarded conversations usually set the stage.

Rosco: We are often busy in the morning even if it is in the back of our minds.

Sometimes Irene will call me at work and ask about my behavior - if I have been following her rules etc. Once, when I was working at a larger place and had my door open, I answered on speaker phone and she said the S word plenty loudly. There was one office mate who might well have heard, but she would have likely kept it to herself.

Sometimes I will deliberately be just a little bratty. And sometimes I will get down on the floor and rub her feet.

Joe: I will ask for or she will tell me I am getting one, simple.

Roz: This is a great question. It depends on the type of spanking. We used to do role affirmation spankings, I can't say I was often in the mood, at least going into those spankings. If a fun spanking, sometimes it would be spontaneous so no getting in the mood beforehand as such. Otherwise, flirting, suggestive comments and maybe a bit of cheekiness on my part :)

QBuzz: If we need to get un the mood then dressing up in uniforms or just nice clothes usually does the trick!

Shell: Usually, all it takes is for Matt to use a certain tone of voice or maybe just silently use his finger to call me to him. It really doesn't take much to put me in the mood for any kind of spanking.

Yorkie: Oh, I’m ALWAYS in the mood for a spanking! My wife needs a bit of notice to get in the mood, nothing specific, just a bit of time.

Barrel: Almost nothing is needed although she will drop a few hints when she is planning to spank me.

When we plan a long and stern thrashing, I am required to wear hose and a plug to work, we go to a romantic lunch spot where she will describe her plan to punish me. She applies clips when we get home. I am required to lay out the implements she will use and prepare the 6 restraints for the bench at the bottom of our bed. When the preparations are completed, we enjoy a glass of very good Chardonnay. We don’t move back to the bedroom until I take her hand, look her in the eye and ask her to punish me.

Hermione: Since ours are regularly scheduled, I have seven days to get in the mood. Especially on "the day" I spend a lot of time thinking about what will happen at 4:00 pm.

Just reading your responses has put me in the mood!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #267

Welcome! It's always fun to see all of my good friends here for brunch. Today's question is one that Bonnie asked way back in 2007, and I thought it was high time to revisit it.

What do you and/or your partner do to get in the mood for spanking?

If you would like to share your thoughts, please leave a comment below. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had the opportunity to weigh in.

Friday FAIL

Most of us do our best when working on a task, right? But then there are some who just don't care about the results. they just want to put in their hours then go home or to the pub. That's the only way to explain these major screwups.

 Legroom, anyone?

 The escalator to nowhere

 Cute balconies, but I wouldn't want to risk my life getting onto one.

 Let's hope there's no fire in this stairwell

 Peek-a-boo, I see you!

We've got the accessibility ramp, but where's the building? Hint: Turn around.

Paddlings all around, right?

Have you ever...

Brand-new blogger Shell created a meme that I know you will all want to try. Thank you PK for sharing your version of it.

Have you ever...

Had one of your kids unknowingly pick up or use one of your implements?
I don't have any kids, and when the  grandchildren come to visit, all implements are safely out of sight.

Hidden an implement?
I once bought a red stocking with 12 different implements in a post-Christmas clearance sale at Cane-iac. A few are simply too severe for use, and I don't know how to dispose of them. They are hidden at the bottom of a drawer.

Had an uninvited audience for a spanking?
Only the dogs.

Had an implement break while being in use?
Yes. Wooden spoons seem especially prone to mishap. Isn't it lucky that leather never breaks?

Stood up or walked out from a spanking?
Never. Why would I?

Purchased an implement yourself...for yourself?
I make all the implement purchases, although sometimes Ron points out something like a bath brush or spatula when we are out shopping.

Had a session where all the implements were used?
We have far too many implements for that. It would take hours and my bottom would be too numb to enjoy it.

Had to explain "weird noises" coming from your bedroom?
Not that I can recall. We are the only two in the house.

Been spanked outside of the comfort of your four walls?
Yes, in a borrowed apartment.

Spanked your significant other?
No. I once asked Ron if he wanted me to spank him and her replied, "you are the spankee; I'm the spanker."
Been spanked in a hotel room/resort?
No, but it sounds like fun.

Been spanked with your own belt?
No. My belt has little metal dogs on it and that would be dangerous. I bought a belt at a thrift shop for the purpose.

That was fun! Please feel free to share this one with your friends.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 17

Our discussion of Valentine's Day celebrations went like this:

Roz: No Valentine's day spanking here. We had a nice lunch out, we don't usually make a big deal of Valentine's day itself. Valentine's is everyday :)

NoraJean: We had a great Valentine's Day ... much fun was had by both of us ... so much so I had to post about it here.

Anna: Peter arranged a lovely dinner at my favorite spot. Candle lit tables and a violinist playing
softly in the background.At home later a beautiful diamond choker for me. I was done in. I gave him what he loves most. I put on my leather corset, short leather skirt and thigh high boots, with 5 inch heels. He loves the outfit and of course I carried a small leather paddle. I gave him a sterling silver choker that has a small padlock attached. I kept the key! Used the paddle till I saw tears and then we had great hot nasty sex!

Perfect for our wedding anniversary.

Rosco: Valentines Day came about for Irene and me after a bit of conflicts in our schedule. Then we remembered that we had tickets to the Vagina Monologues, so I slipped out of work and came home mid afternoon.

The “date” (as we call it) proceeded as it often does, but with more intensity than usual. Irene instructed me to open her box and get out certain implements (our kids are grown, but still come around sometimes). I got out some scarves, a riding crop and leather strap and leather handcuffs etc. Irene tied me to the bed, and whipped me soundly, extracting various confessions. She stuffed panties in my mouth, and left me to contemplate my misbehavior.

She then returned and gave me a second whipping/spanking (the leather strap is somewhere between the two). She left me again as she took a shower. She came back and sat on top, aggressively demanding reverse cowgirl cunnlingus. After she came, she caught her breath then fucked my lights out. Sometimes it’s like the most intense ever and this was one of those times.

It was hard to be motivated to go out after but the Vagina Monologues was really good - even if my bottom was rather tender in the hard chair.

Sir Wendel: I always give the Misses candy and flowers. She always spanks me with the paddle to show her love for me.

QBuzz: Nothing too exotic, just dinner and gifts followed by a good-old fashioned shag with lots of spanking (of her) :D

Jack: Was not a good week for me, my wife was upset, we planned on going out to our favorite place. We did go, but she addressed my attitude first. Squirming at dinner was not my way to celebrate Valentines Day. She enjoyed it.

Ronnie: A spanking then a lovely dinner cooked by P. Delicious.

Hermione: We started the day with an exchange of valentine cards and gifts - mine was a lovely bracelet. As a result of our typical Canadian weather, we spent much of the day digging out from the latest snowstorm. That put our lunch out on hold. But we enjoyed a romantic evening with cheese fondue, red wine, and some spanky fun to cap off the day.

Romance is still alive and well in blogland!