Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 30

Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian readers! Before we all enjoy the fireworks to come, let's discuss topping from the bottom.

Rosco: I am definitely guilty of "topping from the bottom". I suspect most bottoms do it as well.

My wife and mistress and I have a 39-year relationship wherein almost all sex involves domination on her part and submission on mine. Sometimes we talk it out a bit in advance, sometimes we just try stuff.

She has her own desires and ideas, of course, but she also wants to please me. Sadly she is no mind reader.

But during the act, it is no fun as a submissive to give instructions. Sometimes I will give tell her in advance what I might like to try then act "shocked" when she does it. Other times I will write a note as though it is from another woman or girl telling her that I have been naughty and need discipline - for example my wife Irene might play Mrs Smythington, a teacher, and Laura and Nancy would write her a note that they'd caught me trying to peek up their skirts and suggest how I might be punished for it.

Yorkie: Well, when it comes to our activities I am always topping from the bottom as this is the arrangement we have and we are both happy with it. Having said that we do have a set system where we work in sets of twenty strokes or swats and I sask for more or give her a different implement. It works for us and I keep her welfare in mind as well as my own desires.

Roz: There have been a few occasions where I have taken charge in the bedroom. However, it always ended with Rick eventually taking back the reins.

Bonnie: I wrote a long answer back in 2007. I will be more concise this time. I can ask for anything and Randy will decide whether we do it. The only exception is during an actual spanking session when commentary earns me a longer and harder spanking. Afterward, he is open to suggestions and often files them away for future use.

Peter: I tried only once. She made it very clear that wasn't allowed. To bring home the point, instead of a weekly caning, I received it nightly for ten days. At the end of ten days she gave me a week to choose if I cared to ever resume discipline and if that was my choice the only words I would be allowed to utter were "please" and "thank you".

Hermione: Ron does not take kindly to instructions from me during a spanking. He either ignores them or actually does the opposite to what I am suggesting. I prefer not to interfere, but to submit completely and allow him to be in complete control. That pushes my submissive button in a big way.

Thanks for joining in this week's discussion!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #285

2019 is now half over, but the best is yet to come (I hope). Let's ponder a question first posed by my good friend Bonnie a long time ago. Here it is in her own words:

What do you believe constitutes "topping from the bottom?" Have you or your partner ever done this? If so, how was the situation handled? Are there occasions where "topping from the bottom" is acceptable or even desirable?

If you would like to join our discussion, leave your response as a comment. This is a long weekend for us, but I will find time to publish an edited summary of our discussion.

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Anon 1: Spying through the keyhole, again. You naughty little boy. I’ll give you a peek, but I’m going to spank you first.

Spanky53: That's right, young man. You're going to be dangling bare bottom over my knee very soon. And it would be wise not to do your usual wiggling and kicking this high off the floor.

KDPierre: Photographer to model: "That's it...I want this pose to look completely natural, just as if you were relaxing at home."

Bernie: The confident pose and expression suggests that someone should worry.

QBuzz: Maybe my backside will be extremely uncomfortable next time you take your belt to me... but at least my frontside will be comfy bent across this nice cushioned stoo.

Wendel Jones: Darla won’t look so relaxed when the belt starts smacking her bottom.

Ronnie: See this knee darling? Well you will be over it when we get home.

Baxter: Ok, young man, come in here and take this stool over to the bed and lay over it, so your bottom is up at a good spanking angle. Yes, it will hurt, but you WILL thank me.

Barrel: Hmmmm...let me think...am I going to whip...or cane you...or maybe both?

Anon 2: I'm sorry, but if you wanted me to sit down on the cushion for this shoot, you shouldn't have spanked me so hard this morning.

You want me to bend over and put my hands on the cushion? Why?

You're going to sit down on this and do what?

Oh, that's okay. I think my hair looks fine. You don't need to use that hairbrush on it!

Hermione: Your phone will stay in this hamper until you've given me a good, hard spanking!

Please stick around for brunch, coming up next.

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There are so many things I wonder about when I look at this image. Does she look like a Top or a Bottom? What is the purpose of that hassock/stool/hamper? Is there something inside? Do those stockings go all the way up, or will we see a garter belt if she lifts her arm?

I'll bet you're all wondering too, so leave a caption that explains your thoughts. I can't wait to see what you come up with!

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 3

Well, well! Last week we learned a bit more about Bruce and his past experiences with being spanked. Today he is on his way to a pool party, to wrestle the incredibly fit Tawny. If he wins, Tawny is his slave for the day. But if he loses, a bare-bottom spanking will be his reward.

After that chat, Bruce was hooked. He didn’t know why these women were interested in him but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He could weather the inevitable kidding and snickering at work, secure in the knowledge that he, not they, had been invited to the home of the club’s gorgeous female wrestlers. That thought made him wonder. Did they own the place together? Did they share the house in some kind of communal living arrangement?

Bruce found the place easily enough. It was a French country style house, some distance out of the city. A long gravel driveway flanked by trees on each side led to a circular driveway in front of the house. In the middle of the driveway was a fountain that featured water pouring from a pitcher held by a naked cherub. A woman in Grecian robes standing next to the cherub held a flail in her hand. It was an odd piece of sculpture.

He left his car in the driveway with several others and stepped up to the front door. He heard a soft chime ring as he pushed the button. A minute later the door opened and he was greeted by a young and very pretty girl in a frilly maid’s costume. He recognized her as one of the girls from the club. The skirt was scandalously short, coming barely to the tops of her thighs. She wore stockings and high heels that emphasized the lean muscular shape of her legs. The top was low cut and Bruce had to force his gaze away from her cleavage. Around her neck she wore a leather collar with a ring in it. The collar seemed out of sync with the rest of her costume.

She smiled and said “Please follow me. Everyone is out back.”

She turned to lead the way and Bruce followed, his eyes glued to the provocative sway of her hips in that short skirt. Double French doors led to a patio surrounding an expansive swimming pool, and it was here that Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

All of the ladies from the club were sunbathing, swimming or lounging around the pool in bathing attire that revealed nearly everything. There were half a dozen hot young women in thong bikinis that were barely there displaying acres of white, golden and bronzed female flesh. Bruce took it all in. There were also several men. They wore abbreviated bathing trunks like Speedos and appeared to be catering to the women lounging around the pool, fetching drinks for some, massaging the feet of others, and spreading lotion on sunbathers who were face down in lawn recliners. He stood there, transfixed with awe, and almost did not hear the question proposed to him.

“So how about it, Bruce? Ready for a rematch?”

Bruce turned, startled to see that it was Lara who had addressed him. He gulped. Lara was a formidable woman in just about any attire, but clad in a tiny black bikini, she was overwhelming. Standing at over six feet tall, her black hair spilling down, breasts straining against the tiny confines of her bikini top, she was a vision of female strength and power. Bruce was just glad he wasn’t being asked to wrestle her.

“Uh, sure,” said Bruce.

Tawny, a/k/a Jen, stood back, hands on her hips. She smiled at him, but it was a not a warm smile, it was almost a smirk. Two girls dragged a mat over onto a part of the lawn. Interest perked up among the men and women around the pool who saw something was about to happen. A crowd began to assemble, spacing themselves around the mat. Bruce noted the gleeful expressions on some of the faces, especially the women’s. The men were more subdued, as if they knew that what was about to happen did not bode well for him.

Lara assumed control of the festivities. “We have a rematch,” she announced. “Bruce here will take another shot at Jen for the usual wager. If he wins, her ass is his. If he loses, he will be our houseboy for today – with the customary initiation ceremony.”

Everyone murmured approval. A few clapped and whistled. There was laughter. Bruce was alarmed. Initiation ceremony? What had she meant by that?

“But first,” she said. “We have an item of business. Those in our household know that we have a demerit system. The one having the largest number of demerits for the past week must serve as ‘maid for a day’ and must also accept her punishment for bad behavior. We do this on Sunday, which is today. Since we are all gathered now to see Bruce square off with Jen, we might as well take care of the demerits. Gina?” Lara looked toward the French doors where the pretty girl in the French maid’s outfit stood.

“Yes, Lara,” she said in a small voice. To Bruce she sounded nervous.

“It’s time girl. Go get the paddle and come right back out here.”

Now there was visible excitement and Bruce immediately understood why. Someone was going to get it. Gina returned a few moments later. In her hand was a short strap, maybe a foot long and a few inches wide secured to a handle. To Bruce, it had the look of an implement that was all business. It looked wicked.

Lara snapped her fingers at one of the men. “Fetch me a chair, Gregory.” As Gregory rushed to do her bidding, she added, “I should not have to tell you, Gregory. You should have known what I needed. We’ll have a little talk about that later.” Bruce could see Gregory blush red with embarrassment while others chuckled. Just what had she meant by a “little talk?”

Gregory grabbed an armless chair and brought it over next to the pool. He placed it behind Lara and she proceeded to sit while the bikini-clad club girls and the men moved closer then fanning out in a semi circle surrounding Gina who stood silently holding the strap.

“Well, Gina dear, it seems like you are our unlucky winner this week.” She shook her head and clucked her tongue. “So many household demerits.” Then Bruce saw Lara looking at him. He knew he must have looked confused, because Lara said, “I see our guest is wondering just what in the world is going on. Well, I’ll tell you, as Gina brings herself right over here. Come on Gina. Bring momma the paddle.” She gestured with her hand. As Gina walked toward Lara, seated there like a Roman empress summoning a slave, Lara continued.

“We all live here in this house, me and all my girls. The boys are special guests today, like you. You see, I own the wrestling club and the girls work for me. Plus they get free room and board. But there are rules and everyone has chores. We keep a weekly list and if there are so many infractions, that person has to pay a little penalty. She must act as maid for a day and serve everyone else. And, for each tick, or demerit, she gets three licks with my little attitude adjuster here.”

Gina now stood to Lara’s right side. “Now, Gina has been rather naughty – how many demerits do you have dear?”

“Six,” said Gina in a small voice, then she started to protest. “But it’s not fair. I didn’t deserve all of them.”

“Oh, right, Gina baby. You got six – and all your own fault,” said a lush brunette whose name Bruce didn’t know. Others chimed in too. The consensus seemed to be that she deserved what she was going to get.

“Six,” said Lara, shaking her head. “My, my, girl. That’s too bad.” She slapped her thighs. “Time to pay up, then. Hand momma the strap and get across momma’s knee.”

Bruce now understood. Lara acted not only as employer but also as some sort of house mother to this bevy of young women who lived in her house as if they were a sorority of some sort. His eyes grew wide as the pretty Gina clambered over Lara’s thighs face down. Her bottom jutted up and the tiny French maid skirt rode up her backside, half exposing diaphanous black panties set off by a garter belt and hose of the same color. Bruce felt his groin tighten and his cock stiffened, pushing against his slacks, making a tent.

The others who were watching exhibited various reactions. Some were clearly excited to see one of their own getting a licking. Others bit their lips, perhaps in empathy with the unfortunate Gina. Still others chuckled in amusement at seeing the pretty girl taken down a peg.

For Bruce it was arousing. He had to catch his breath as Lara skinned down the tiny panties leaving Gina’s shapely bottom gloriously bare. The cheeks jiggled slightly as Lara shifted her position. Then she hefted the strap.

“Eighteen licks, Gina. You know the rules. No jumping around, no squirming away. That will only mean extras.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Gina.

Lara patted Gina’s bottom a time or two then raised her arm to deliver the first lick. It fell, landing square across Gina’s lush bottom summits with a loud crack. Gina squealed.
Crack! “Ahh...woo!” yelped Gina, as another swat landed.

Crack! “Yow!” Cried Gina.
Smack! Another solid stroke made her fanny ripple.

The licking continued to fall in a methodical fashion. Lara took her time. She applied the strap deftly with several seconds between spanks. Gina yelped lustily. She flinched and clenched, reacting to each solid crack with the strap, but she remained in position. The strap’s impacts caused the flesh of her bottom to ripple. Gina threw her head back, and bucked, her feet flying up behind her as each smack rang out.

Smack! The strap flattened the rounded cheeks.
Smack! A hard crack right at the base of her buttocks.
Crack! Gina yowled and fluttered her feet.

When all eighteen had been delivered, Lara set Gina on her feet. Gina bent over and drew air through her teeth with a painful hiss as she tried to rub the sting out her bottom cheeks. Lara told her to pull her panties up and with a last smack of her palm sent Gina scooting off to put the strap back where it belonged, a place all the girls were, no doubt, very familiar with.

Lara stood and, along with everyone else watched the red-bottomed Gina beat a hasty retreat to the house, strap in hand. She slapped her hands together in a display of having accomplished a much needed chore, then announced, “All right everyone. Time for the main event.” They moved as a group over to the mat that had been spread out on the lawn and spaced themselves around it to get a good look.

Oh dear! I'm afraid we will have to wait until next week to discover Bruce's fate.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 23

Do you use multiple implements during a spanking session?

Anon: I like variety, and have used up to 3 at a session. Use 1 or 2 quite often, in between hand spanking portions.

Joe: Not counting hand have had 5 different implements used on me in one session. Hair brush, tawse, leather strap, paddle and crop was a long and satisfying session for both of us.

Bernie: We use up to three. Generally 2 leather and 1 wood, or vice versa. I suspect that we've used more, but I don't remember any specifics.

Jack: It depends on how upset my wife is with me. Normally she uses the hairbrush, it does get my attention. When I have crossed the line, I will face the wall after the hairbrush and then...she will use the bathbrush. The bathbrush is the worse, it really stings.

Roz: We have used multiple implements although the focus is usually on one implement. From memory 3 or 4 implements may have been used in one session.

Yorkie: I can’t remember a session where we used only one implement. It’s usually 2 or 3. The last one we used almost all of them - I think it was 6.

Ava: We always use multiple implements. My husband starts off with a crop or more recently, a martinet. This is the closest thing to a "warm-up" that we do! The martinet, used fairly gently on my back, immediately brings a feeling of being subdued which I love. Next is the tawse, which he uses both soft and hard. I am usually kneeling on a leather bench at the foot of our bed and he has my legs together for this. This can go on a while, and is often paused for welcomed sexual activity! Then it is time for the canes. He uses the thicker one on my butt, not full strokes but firm tapping. Then the thinner one on my upper thighs. Oh that hurts!!! The canes and the tawse both leave marks which usually fade within an hour. The grand finale is the "red paddle", which is small but thick, and he uses it pretty dang hard! I try hard to stay still but sometimes I can't, which can lead to a few smacks with a bath brush which is always kept handy as a threat. He likes to hear me cry out. Thank goodness our nest is long empty and we live in the middle of a forest so we have no concerns for noise! When he's done he calls me up to lay in his arms and be comforted. Then he comforts me in other ways. Afterwards we both feel pretty "out of it" and it can be hard to jump into the day's activity! We've been at this for 4 1/2 years now, several times a week, and we are both so happy with our marriage of 40 years!

Welcome Ava!

Rosco: We don’t keep a large selection around. Irene has gravitated toward leather, with her favorites being a large riding crop and a tawse with a round handle (important to her as her hands are rather small). She like the loud thwacky sounds they make as well as the squirming and whining that comes from me.

I got a taste of both yesterday, before going to a party. No treat after. - maybe today?

The main exceptions to the leather are when one of us cuts a switch, usually from hiking nearby trails - the shoots from wild plum trees work best at least in our area. It’s a very different feeling than the Leather though I would not describe either as more intense. The switch is satisfying like cold tart lemonade on a hot day. But I don’t think Irene finds the switch as satisfying from her end.

Once a great while, she’ll tie me down and spank me with everything she can find, but usually it’s one or two “implements”.


Red: Hi Hermione: Finally nicer weather for you. Unless it is a on the spot spanking in the kitchen, Cindy now almost always uses two or even three implements. (wooden bath brush, or some wooden implement, the tawse (long or short) and A CANE

Barrel: Typically, we only use one, maybe two implements. Her favorite is the hair brush as she says she likes the intimacy over her knee and she can see the results immediately and up close. If she is wanting a more intense session, I get the brush and either the hard plastic paddle, strap or riding crop in a standing position but leaning on the bed. If we plan a punishment session, I am bound to the bench at the bottom or our bed and she will employ 4 or 5 implements, almost always concluding with the thick cane second to last, followed up with the thin cane (3 mm) as it is the most intense and leaves glorious marks.

Wendel: We pretty much stick to one implement. There are the occasions where a second spanking is deemed necessary a different implement will be used .

Loki: When I give spankings I like to use multiple implements since each one has their own unique feel to them.

For example when I gave a friend of mine a caning last month, I used five canes of various thickness going from a light nursery full up to a disciplinary one on her.

Ronnie: P has used multiple implements though normally it's just the one. I think the most he's used is 3.

Hermione: I don't believe we have ever used more than four. Ron chooses three, then lets me pick the fourth one. If he's chosen mostly leather I will pick a wood paddle, and vice versa. But yesterday he chose all leather, and I added the rose paddle to the lineup to make it an all-leather session.

You have proven that variety is the spice of life!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #284

Welcome one and all to another spanko brunch. This week's topic was inspired by my good friend Erica's recent play dates with a new spanking companion. You can read about them here and here. There's lots to enjoy in her posts, but what struck me about the first one was the number of different implements "B" brought with him.

Do you ever experience spanking sessions where more than one implement is used? What is the largest number of implements ever used—by you or on you—in a session?

Leave your response as a comment, as usual. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to speak.