Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 8

Does the spankee willingly assume the position?

Bonnie: The person being spanked is me and I am almost always a willing participant. After all these years and all those spankings, I recognize that when my husband thinks that my bottom needs a dose of his paddle, he's generally right. So I take my position and uncover my target without resistance.

Prefectdt: I always "assume the position" when told to. I like being under the verbal control of the spanker. Having to do what I am told to do, without question or hesitation, is something I find thrilling. It really gets my belly butterflies flapping. It's an important part of playing for me.

Roz: Most times Rick places me in position himself so it's not so much a case of assume the position. On occasions where I am expected to assume the position there is often a slight hesitation, which I think is more nerves and anticipation as I am willing.

Anon: My wife tells me over her lap and NOW. I have tried getting out of it only to have her really warm my bottom.

Bernie: I always wait to be told exactly what to do, but do assume the position willingly once I know the specifics.

Joe: When told to it's spanking time I assume the position quickly as I usually need the spanking.

Barrel: When my wife taps her thigh with the brush or paddle, I always assume the position. However, when we have planned a long and intense thrashing on the bench where she will employ the tawse or canes, I admit to being hesitant. She will lead me to the bench and help me over the pillows I have arranged, telling me I need it and she wants to do it.

Rosco: Neither of us have ever used the phrase “assume the position”.

Irene will instruct me - often to take a shower and open the toy box because I’ve misbehaved and need a spanking.

Mostly I’m lying flat on the bed and will be told to raise my bottom for the paddle, strap or riding crop. Over her lap doesn’t really work. Often I’m blindfolded and/or tied down. She likes to take a full swing, especially with the strap.

There’s a place nearby that you can rent which has a spanking bench which I’d like to try. My bottom would be upturned but I’d be very comfortably supported it seems. But Irene worries we’d run into somebody we know.

Wendel: The only hesitation is when the spankings are outdoors. Our hikes in the mountains almost always end with spankings and there is a bit of hesitation pulling down pants fearing someone might stumble across us.

Sam: I hesitated only once when ordered to strip and wait for the spanking. That was the day my wife said I was to be spanked in front of her mother. The hesitation earned me double the swats.

Xen: I suppose it depends on your definition of willingly. If I’m being punished there’s certainly apprehension, but the only time I’d actually resist is if we’re having fun.

Ronnie: I assume the position, P puts me in position or sometimes he tells me to assume the position.

Hermione: I am always reasy, willing and able. I need no help or encouragement to bend over.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #321

Our good friend Barrel has been busy this week creating interesting topics for us to discuss. He was the inspiration for this question about positions.

Does the person to be spanked "assume the position" willingly or is there some apprehension?  Does the spanker provide encouragement or order the required position to be assumed?”

Please leave your response as a comment. Stay tuned for an edited summary of our discussion on Monday.

A Delightful Dozen

Twelve years ago today I celebrated my birthday by starting this blog. Who knew that a dozen years later, I would still be blogging, or that I would have formed so many friendships with people who share my interest in percussive activity. You, dear readers, have made my journey a delight. Thank you.

To celebrate, Ron is taking me to one of our favourite restaurants. Later...who knows?

From the Top Shelf - Retirement Day, part 2

Last week we learned that Matt Preston was being forced to retire, so he tossed aside his inhibitions and spanked his assistant. Were there any repercussions? Let's find out.

About half an hour later Heather Caldwell burst into his office. She was not her usual pleasantly imperturbable self. Her flushed face showed a mixture of astonishment and amusement and she had an unprecedented tendency to stammer.

'Matt Preston!' she gasped. 'You – you –'

'I'm a dirty old man?' suggested Matt, calmly.

'That's not what I was going to say,' said Heather, 'but perhaps you know best after what you did to Julia!'

'I thought she was going to keep quiet about it,' said Matt.

Heather laughed. 'Have you forgotten that the staff of her office is entirely female? She didn't have a chance against the united curiosity of twenty-seven other women! We've heard all about it – in detail – and seen the marks! No wonder poor Julia can't sit down without wincing.'

'So what do they propose to do?' enquired Matt. 'Complain to the management? Go to the union? Have me kneecapped by a Women's Lib Action Squad?'

Heather laughed again, shaking her head. 'Wrong three times over! They're not going to spoil the most exciting thing to happen here since the police came for the Chief Accountant. Those who don't fancy trying it for themselves can't wait to hear the experiences of those who do.'

'Are you telling me –' began Matt.

'I mean,' said Heather, 'that there are at this moment four very nervous young women lined up outside your door, and several more back in the office who are still trying to make their minds up. You have a busy afternoon in front of you, Matt.'

'And an exhausting one,' said Matt. 'Heather, the spirit is willing but the flesh isn't what it was. I can't possibly give a proper spanking to four girls, one after the other.'

'Not four,' said Heather. 'Five. I'm going to be first. I see your problem, Matt, but there are other methods, aren't there? Ways to inflict effective punishment without the exertion of a spanking.'

'If I had the equipment here, yes,' said Matt. He looked sharply at Heather as she leant back against his desk with her aims folded, smiling at him, looking cool and elegant in a lime-green jacket and skirt with a white lace blouse. 'What do you know about punishment methods anyway?' he demanded.

'Oh Matt!' said Heather. 'You don't think you're the only one with a taste for this kind of thing, do you? I went across Gerry's knee for a good smack-bottom on my second date with him, and in the twelve years we've been married I've spent plenty of time baring my bottom and bending over for a good hiding. Tawse and paddle, cane and riding switch, I'm painfully familiar with them all. Even the birch, sometimes. I have to collect the twigs for that and make it myself, which is not what I'd call an amusing pastime.'

'Gerry is obviously a man after my own heart,' said Matt, 'but I can hardly send the girls from the office out into the local park to collect swishy twigs. Still, as I told Julia, one can sometimes improvise.'

'You might find this helpful,' said Heather. She picked up her shoulder bag from the desk, opened it, and produced a thick but supple three-tailed tawse, doubled to fit into the bag. It opened to full length as she laid it on the desk, and Matt stared incredulously at the ominous twenty inches or so of black leather.

'Good God!' said Matt. 'Do you always carry that around?'

'Of course not!' said Heather. 'But if I'm due for a strapping in the evening Gerry makes me put the tawse in my bag and carry it round all day. Every time I open my bag I'm reminded what's going to happen to me later. Gerry gave me my orders this morning – I was across his knee at the time, without a stitch on! It will be six strokes as soon as I get home and twelve more at bedtime. And probably a good slippering in between to keep my poor bottom suitably sensitive.'

'This will certainly be very useful,' said Matt, appreciatively examining the well-used tawse. 'I wonder if we can find anything else?' He picked up the flat, eighteen inch wooden ruler from his desk. 'This might serve.'

Heather had changed her position, perching on a corner of his desk with her right foot on the floor. It was a position which pulled the thin material of her skirt skin tight across her left thigh. Matt brought the ruler down on that thigh with a resounding crack.

'Ow!' squealed Heather, clutching her thigh with both hands. 'Matt, that hurt! I'm very sensitive there.'

'In that case,' said Matt, 'you'd better have half a dozen more.'

'Oh, but Matt –'

'Does Gerry allow you to argue?'

Headier bit her lower lip. 'No Matt.'

'Are you going to argue with me?'

'No, Matt. I'm very sorry.'

'You came to me for punishment,' said Matt, 'and I'd hate to disappoint you. Put your hands on your head, please.'

Heather obeyed at once with an apprehensive glance at the ruler in his hand. Matt brought the ruler down again, and again, flooding the front of Heather's left thigh with stinging fire from just below the groin to three inches above the knee. Heather gasped and grimaced at each stroke but did not speak or cry out. She kept her hands firmly on top of her head.

'Very good!' said Matt, approvingly. 'You can take your hands down for the time being, Heather, while you change position so that the other thigh can be dealt with. You may as well take your skirt off too.'

As Heather obeyed, Matt noted with pleasure that she was wearing tan hold-up stockings instead of tights. The flesh of the left thigh glowed angrily between the stocking top and her white lace briefs.

'Roll your right stocking down below your knee, Heather,' instructed Matt. 'That's right. Now sit on the desk again, please.'

When she was in position with her hands on her head once more, Matt picked up the ruler again. This time the wood cracked down juicily upon tender feminine flesh. Heather's gasps were louder and sharper and her eyes filled with tears, but she endured the seven strokes without protest or appeal.

'So far so good,' said Matt. 'Now, what else can we find?'

He glanced round the office. In one corner was a large plant pot which had been there when he moved in. The plant it had contained was now only a shrivelled ghost – Matt had no interest in horticulture – but the three-foot cane which had supported it was still in the pot. Matt took it out and wiped away loose earth. Bending it between his hands, he found it pleasingly flexible. He turned back to Heather, who was standing by the desk, hands still on her head, awaiting further orders.

'I think this should be quite punishing, don't you, Heather?'

'Yes, sir,' said Heather. She licked her lips nervously. 'I'm afraid so!'

'Roll the other stocking down, Heather. Now face the desk.'

Matt swished the cane through the air and she flinched involuntarily. 'Take your knickers down, Heather.'

Obedience was immediate. The white briefs were an undignified tangle around Heather's knees. She stared in front of her, breathing heavily, willing herself not to react to the shame of exposure and the imminence of chastisement. She waited, mouth dry and heart thumping, for the words which were always the prelude to a squirming, humiliating ordeal.

'Bend over!'

Tapping the cane against his leg, Matt admired the plump, lusciously rounded buttocks and full, soft white thighs which were awaiting punishment. This, he reminded himself, was no inexperienced girl but a woman trained year after year to endure every form of disciplinary correction. To deal with her less than thoroughly would invite her contempt. He laid the cane gently across the crown of her bottom and saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped the far side of the desk.

'Heather,' he said, 'why do you deserve to be caned?'

'Because I was pleased about Julia being spanked,' confessed Heather. 'I wished I could have seen her howling across your knee with her knickers down. That was very wrong of me.'

'It was, Heather, indeed it was, and now you are going to suffer for it. I shall not decide on any specific number of strokes, I shall simply continue to cane you until I am satisfied that you have been adequately punished. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir,' whispered Heather, wriggling unhappily across the desk.

Matt took careful aim and laid on a scorching stroke across the centre of the attractive blonde's plump, bare bottom. Heather yelped and screwed up her face as a line of fire blazed across her shapely rump. Swish! Swish! Swish! Matt caned the luckless culprit slowly and methodically, and her howls of anguish filled the room as each deliberate stroke added its fiery sting to tender buttocks already desperately hot and sore.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' wailed Heather. 'Please, sir, please, I'm really sorry!'

'I thought you would be,' murmured Matt. The next vigorous cane stroke landed across both thighs at once, a little above the knee. Ignoring Heather's frantic entreaties Matt worked his way steadily upwards, and each thigh displayed six red-hot weals before he turned his attention back to her spectacularly striped bottom.

'Do you still think there was anything amusing about Julia's spanking?' he asked, as his cane flick-flick-flicked across Heather's wincing cheeks.

'I said I was sorry!' blubbered Heather. 'I – I'll apologise to her!'

'I've got a better idea,' said Matt. 'You'll offer to go across her knee for a bare-bottom spanking in front of the other girls.'

'I can't!' she sobbed. 'Please don't shame me like that, sir, please!'

'Oh dear,' said Matt, 'and I was beginning to think you'd learned your lesson.'

One, two, three full-blooded strokes of the cane whipped across the lower curves of Heather's agonised buttocks.

'Eeeeeeyow!' screeched Heather. 'No more, please! I'll do it! I'll beg Julia to take my knickers down and smack me while they all watch.'

'In that case,' said Matt, 'I think we've finished for now.'

A couple of minutes later, Heather was facing the wall with her hands on her head. 'I want the other girls to have a good look at your bottom when they come in,' explained Matt. 'Just to give them an idea what to expect.'

That is, he thought as he turned away, if the sound of Heather's thrashing hasn't scared them all off.

Matt put the cane on one side. The next girl, he decided, could be introduced to the tawse. It was quite a long time since he had had a submissive young lady bending over to have her naked buttocks soundly leathered. He picked up the tawse and went to the door. Heather had said there were four girls waiting outside. Matt saw, with great pleasure, that three more had joined them. Seven extremely nervous, pale-faced, wide-eyed, lip-nibbling, hand-twisting young women, waiting with trembling legs and churning stomachs for their turn to enter the room from which such eloquent expressions of feminine dismay had just been coming.

Some of them had featured regularly in Matt's secret fantasies, now to be transformed into vivid reality. Long-legged Jane had been the star of her school's athletic team only a few months earlier. Now, her gleaming blonde hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon, she was fidgeting uneasily, breathlessly aware that this time she was really for the high jump!

Andrea, superbly shapely, lust-provoking, whose cool, black-haired elegance always gave the impression that she was on her way to some glittering social function. But today she was on her way to a tear-soaked hour of penance, facing the wall with her fiercely-stinging hands clasped on top of her sleek head and her expensive silk knickers ignominiously around her slim ankles, her crimson, clenching buttocks showing lavishly-wealed evidence that her chastisement with both tawse and cane had been blisteringly thorough.

And sweet, shy little Geraldine, whose innocent blue eyes and dimpled cheeks made her look much younger than twenty. Few people had the heart to reprimand Geraldine for her occasional mistakes; it only took a few sharp words to make her flush deeply, her eyes brimming with tears, her rosebud mouth lisping quavering excuses. Now, driven by some unfathomable feminine impulse, she was tremulously awaiting her first experience of corporal punishment. She, decided Matt, could be dealt with last, giving her time to think about it, standing outside the office in quaking suspense, hearing the juicy thwack of scorching punishment upon wincing feminine flesh, listening to the fervent declarations of repentance, the heartfelt promises of future good behaviour, the blubbering, desperate, unavailing entreaties of, 'Please, I can't take any more, sir! I can't!'

Finally, to go across his knee, not merely bare-bottomed but stripped to her sweet young skin for a good sound spanking. Then she could touch her toes for the cane – or should it be the tawse? Perhaps he'd invite her to choose.

There had been a murmur of uneasy conversation among the girls before Matt opened the door. Now they were very quiet as they saw him standing there with the tawse swinging casually in his hand. All that could be heard was Heather, sobbing her heart out, thinking, perhaps of the belting still awaiting her when she arrived home.

Matt smiled pleasantry at the girls. 'Next!' he said.

Something tells me Matt will be invited back to work under contract.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 1

Do you use ice after a spanking, or take painkillers either before or after?

Jack: My wife would not hear of such a thing. A spanking is supposed to remind you of what you did wrong to get a spanking. The lasting effects are an important part of the spanking. Rubbing is not allowed also.

Prefectdt: I have never used an ice pack but I have occasionally put some moisturising body lotion in the fridge. If my rear end is really suffering long after the action has happened.

Painkillers after a spanking has never happened for me. But because there is very often some time between arranging a spanking and the event happening, there have been times when I feel more "delicate" on the day than I did when the spanking was arranged and because I do not like to go back on pre arrangements I have sometimes (not often) taken a couple of paracetamol half an hour before proceedings begin. It does seem to help sometimes, although I do not know if it because of the pain killing effect or the psychological effect. Paracetamol never seems to help me with a head ache.

Wendel:
There are no meds or booze to ease the effects of the spanking. Once in a while I will rub cream on the Misses’ sore bottom as part of the comforting after the spanking. If time allows she will applying a cold wash cloth on her bottom after a whipping with the belt. It is quite a turn on to see her lying on her stomach, pants down with a little wash cloth covering her red bottom.

Roz: We have never used ice packs or taken pain killers after a spanking. However, Rick has on occasion rubbed lotion or arnica on after a spanking.

Fred: I had never used ice packs or painkillers until recently. As I get older my bottom does not heal as fast so the ice pack really helps to reduce the bruises. Pain killers don't really do anything for me. Thanks for featuring my question.

Bonnie: No, that would defeat the whole purpose. Lotion with aftercare is fine, but a spanking is supposed to hurt.

Rosco: Never thought of it. When I am being spanked I cannot seem to get enough. The first few hard whacks can be almost unbearable, but then my bottom warms and I get into a blissful zone.

But 24 hours later my bottom sometimes feels worn out. I cannot take most painkillers as I take blood thinners, which makes it hard to deal with injuries.

I don't feel the need but maybe I will try ice sometime. Then again, sometimes Irene will use ice on me after a spanking on a hot day - on my bottom, but also on my balls an inside my rectum (which causes a lot of screaming).

Xen: I don’t take anything for the pain after a spanking; the pain DURING is hard to take, but I kind of relish the soreness after.

I do occasionally take pain killers before a spanking however. I have issues with headaches, particularly when straining/tensing and if I’m feeling unwell, it can make a spanking impossible.

Anon 1: Never, Never, and Never. I seek the lasting sting from a spanking. Unfortunately, I rarely get spanked to the extent to have the lasting sting and burn from a spanking because Master still stops spanking me too soon.

Simon: I would never take painkillers before a spanking. It seems to defeat the object somehow. Afterwards I enjoy the after glow to much to take anything.

Willie: The first year of ttwd there were times B applied Arnica to see if it would do anything after. There were also times that I lay with a bag of frozen corn on my butt. As time has gone on the spankings have come more intense, but the effects less- in the buttocks area anyway.

Never did think to take anything for the swelling orally though. LOL.

Ronnie: No never used ice packs or pain-killers. I have rubbed lotion on after a spanking.

Morningstar: Never ever thought of taking any form of painkillers before, and as for ice GAH!! I will call RED loud and long -- I HATE ice!! (which makes it perfect for my Sadist)

I have from time to time used arnica cream after the fact... it works wonders on bruising and back in the day I wanted to play every weekend and it's never a good idea to play when there is a lot of bruising.

Anon 2: Define "pain killers". Demerol? Dilaudid? Darvon? Percocet?

I'm guessing not, but acetaminophen (Tylenol), aspirin, Aleve, Advil, Motrin...sure, post-spanking. Don't think it would work pre-spanking.

Lotions? Yup!!! Always. And always fun to apply.

Joe: Never even thought about it, the only reason I am spanked is because I ask for it and as Rosco said the first few hard whacks can be hard to take after that I enter a zone of pleasure and can not seem to get enough and frequently ask for more. Most of my spankings consist of a long thick and wide wooden paddle, a leather strap and a crop which leaves a wonderful sting and burn. Why would I want to mess that up?

Anon 3: No. No. And no!


Hermione: I don't. because the pain rarely lasts very long, and I enjoy the residual ouch. As Bonnie said, spankings are supposed to hurt. Sometimes I will take an ibuprofen before if my back is hurting.

That topic generated a lot of responses. Does anyone have a suggestion for next week's discussion?

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #320

Welcome, dear friends, and I mean that sincerely. Our individual spanking preferences may be quite different, but I respect all preferences and all opinions on spanking. What specifically turns you on may be different from what turns me on, but there is no single "right" stimulus. You are safe here.

I just love getting ideas for brunch topics from my readers. Long-time reader Fred supplied this week's questions.

Does anyone treat their spanked bottoms with ice packs afterwards? Does anyone take painkillers afterwards? If anyone knows they are going to get a spanking do they take painkillers before the spanking?

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

Friday FUN

One of my pet peeves is seeing graffiti sprayed on public buildings, boxcars, highway overpasses—well, just about anywhere. The wannabe artists need a sound spanking. But some creations, like the ones below, get a pass. Take a look.

They made this a happy day for me. How about you?