Spanko Brunch 2.0 #333

During this period of self-isolation there have been things we just can't get at the places where I shop. Ron misses the soft licorice and the chocolate-dipped Oreos and Chips Ahoy cookies that I regularly bought at Bulk Barn. But Bulk Barn, with its bulk containers and scoops handled by everyone, doesn't seem like a safe place to shop, so I try to find substitutes at the grocery stores. That brings us to today's topic, suggested by a long-time friend, Fred Bloggs.

Is there something (kinky or vanilla) that you can't indulge in because of the lockdown situation? Are you planning anything special when things finally get back to something approaching normal?

Please leave your response as a comment below. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to join in.

Friday FUN

This week I did our taxes; mine, Ron's and my mother's. I always hate doing them and put it off as long as possible. We have an extension until June 1 for submission, and if you owe the government, the deadline for paying is August. I use a software package and file electronically, but since I only use it once a year it takes a bit of time to get used to it. Anyway, that job is over for another year, so let's get silly.

I hope they made you smile. 😃

From the Top Shelf - Hide in Plain Sight, part 4

Here is the final letter from Mary Beth to her friend Sally. To refresh your memory, the other letters are here, here and here.

August 9
Dear Sally,

Oh my God. What happened to me was just awful. I’m standing here writing this (more on that later). I’m at home now by the way, and the reason I’m writing is that I’m grounded, I think forever. They won’t let me even call my friends. Daddy is so mad and I am completely humiliated. Me! a grown up girl of twenty. Well, I didn’t feel so grown up yesterday, I can tell you that. I’d never been so embarrassed and shamed in all my life.

It started when Raylin showed up at Jolene’s farm. He drove up and told me to get my things together, that I was going home. I asked him what had happened and he said that that man they had in jail had been killed by another inmate. There would be no trial and I was no longer in a protected status. Jolene came out and we all went into the house. Jolene said she was relieved, but wanted to know how come those men had traced me to her farm and Raylin said he didn’t know. Then he started asking me, did I call anybody, did I tell anybody I was here? I guess I’m not a good liar and he kept asking so I finally admitted I’d been writing these letters to you. He swore and threw his hat on the floor and Jolene said that she knew I’d done something like that. Jolene said I should be taken out to the woodshed and given the strap for being so damn foolish.

When Jolene said that, Raylin looked hard at me, and I got an absolute chill up my spine. He told her to hand him the phone. He dialed up a number and started talking to the person on the other end. It was all about me. After a couple of minutes I realized he was talking to Daddy. He gave the phone to Jolene and she went on about what I’d done, including the fight and the spying incident and the creek. Raylin talked and listened for a bit, nodding his head. Then they handed the phone to me and I heard my daddy tell me he was glad it was over, but before I came home there was the little matter of an overdue reckoning. Well, my jaw dropped. I cried “Daddy!” but Daddy hung up and Raylin took the phone and hung up. He looked at me and shook his head. Then he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up out of my seat.

Raylin dragged me out of the house and everyone saw it. I was squealing for him to let me go, but he had his jaw set and just looked straight ahead as he pulled me along. Pretty soon everybody else saw what was happening and they all followed us across the yard. It was like a parade. I finally realized where he was taking me-it was to that woodshed. I dug my heels in, but I’m just a little 120 pound blonde girl and Raylin is six feet tall and all muscle.

He opened the door and dragged me inside and slammed the door behind him. Then he stood over me and really let me have it. He said I’d put everyone in danger by sending those letters, that somehow the gangsters had seen the postmarks and had figured out where I was, all after he had specifically told me no letters. On top of that my behavior had been awful and I’d gotten away with all of it, but that was going to end right here, right now. He said my daddy had given him permission to deal with me-“appropriately” as he put it. He also added, Sally, that he had asked Daddy if he could call on me and that Daddy had said yes.

Well my head was spinning, but before I could even think about that, he sat down on a stump they use for chopping, lifted me up, and put me right over his knee. I realized that he was going to spank me! Me! Mary Beth, a twenty-year old Vandy coed. I struggled and kicked but he just gripped me with that big strong arm of his and held me face down over his knees. Then to my horror, I heard the giggling. I looked around and could see eyes peering through cracks in the boards. All the girls were going to see me get my spanking.

But the worst was yet to come. He lifted my dress in back and threw it over my head. Now my bloomers were exposed to his gaze. Horror of horrors, he put his fingers in the waist band and pulled my bloomers down until I was bare from my back to my knees. I felt him rest his hand on my bottom. Sally, you don’t have any idea what that feeling is like, a man resting his hand on your bare bottom, knowing what he intends to do in one short minute. I was blushing head to toe and yelling my head off, demanding he stop.

All he said was, I had this coming and he was going to give it to me.

That first hard spank took my breath away. It landed right across the middle of my bottom and stung like nothing I’d ever felt. Then he smacked me again. Then he smacked my poor bottom a third time, and what had tingled now felt like a hot sting. He took off then and landed spanks on one side then the other. I wasn’t keeping track, though. It was just this hot blazing barrage of spanks that kept coming, and it was lighting a fire in my seat. It was relentless. He spanked my blazing fanny like that, a steady volley of spanks, one piling up on top of the other, until I thought my seat was surely on fire. I was kicking and squirming and shrieking like a scalded cat. I lost all dignity and begged him to please stop. I promised to be good. I said I was sorry. Tears were running down my face and I pounded my fists on the dirt floor, but he kept right on, delivering smack after smack to my little bare fanny until I just broke down and cried big salty tears. I was all done in. I sagged across his knees, all my fight gone. I wasn’t Mary Beth the hot shot coed, I was Mary Beth, the naughty little girl who just had her bare bottom soundly spanked.

I guess when I let go sobbing, he stopped. He gently pulled me to my feet and said it was over. I hugged him and cried on his chest. He patted my back and said he was sorry but my daddy had told him to do it, that I did deserve it. Outside it was silent. I forgot who all had been watching but the giggling had stopped. Later they told me they were just transfixed with the way Raylin had handled me. They said it was the most awesome shellacking they’d ever seen. It was like they were in awe of Raylin. In fact Debby allowed as how she almost wouldn’t mind a spanking from a man like Raylin if he loved her up later. I got to thinking about that and got a feeling in my private parts, you know? We got up and were about to leave when Jolene burst in.

To my dismay it wasn’t over. Jolene said that I deserved additional licks for putting her girls in danger like that. I had got off scot free at the creek, but now I should pay. To my own amazement I said I agreed with her. I had felt guilty about the creek thing and thought maybe this would clear the air with the other girls if I stepped up and took my medicine like the rest of them. Raylin put his arm out and asked her to hold off just now. So I got a reprieve until morning. It was too late to go then anyway. I was spending another night at Aunt Jolene’s. All the girls were sympathetic because they knew what was coming in the morning.

Well, after breakfast we made that long march back to the woodshed. I felt like Marie Antionette on the way to the guillotine. All the others came along. Once inside, Jolene pointed to the log and I pulled up my dress and assumed the position. I even slipped my own drawers down. I suppose Jolene let me off easy on account of my already sore bottom. I got only six licks with the strap, but they were scorchers. She took her time and delivered the licks slow, with a lot of time in between so I’d get the full benefit of each one. Each lick is etched into my brain now and I don’t think I’ll ever look at a leather strap again and not think of Aunt Jolene.

So the reason I’m standing here writing this is I can’t sit down yet. The whole thing is over and I’m grounded, but Daddy is letting Raylin call on me Saturday night. I’m excited and terribly embarrassed at the same time. This is awful. I mean, he has seen me naked and paddled my bare butt! I have one question—what should I wear?

Your best friend,
Mary Beth


August 12, 1957
Dear Mary Beth,

I was amazed to receive your letter as I had not heard from you in months. I never got any of the other letters. We had some thefts from our mailbox over the summer. I want to hear all about your new beau, but so far reading about what he did makes my insides go all butterflies. I feel flushed and need to lie down. Please send details and don’t leave anything out.

Your best friend,
Sally S

That's going to be a hot date!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 24

Tell us about the physical aftereffects that you experience from a spanking.

Roz: I have, on the odd occasion been a bit shakey after a spanking. The remedy was to take it easy for a few minutes snuggled up to man :)

Rosco: Perhaps 1 out of 3 spankings happen at bedtime - I am then instructed to be quiet, keep my hands to myself and go to sleep.

The other 2 out of 3, result in cunnilingus followed by intercourse. Irene will then go take a shower then usually head to the kitchen to make dinner. I usually lie there, happily tired and overwhelmed, for at least a half hour.

If the spanking is especially intense, I will be quite and affectionate afterward but not lightheaded. I will feel it in my bottom over the next few days.

Graham: Not that I can recall. Ours usually end in sex, and I may be exhausted or spent after that and perhaps not fully stable on my feet!

Joe: I sometimes feel light headed after an intense spanking and a little dizzy so I just lie down for a few minutes and my wife will be stroking me and smiling at her handiwork ;<)

Wendel: Most times after whippings with the belt it is difficult putting pants back on for about an hour.

Simon: I don't think it was due to the severe punishment I was receiving at the the time but I once fainted whilst being caned. It was on one of the hottest days of the year a few years ago and I think it was just the heat. It certainly gave the lovely lady who was thrashing me with great energy and skill a fright. A gin and tonic each soon sorted us both out although we avoided any serious punishment after that. As a disabled man in his 60s I do find that punishments affect me more these days and that I take longer to recover these days.

Jack: My wife spanking leave an impression, there are times I just lay across her lap, unable to move, my bottom is stinging, and when she has enough, she stands me up, points to the wall, and that is where I stand until I get myself under control or she feels I've can put my pajamas on, a continuation of the punishment, better to wear pajamas than getting dressed.

Bonnie: Yes, it definitely happens. Immediately following a particularly intense spanking, I sometimes find myself mentally distant and physically wobbly. In such situations, it takes a few minutes of gentle aftercare to bring me safely back to earth.

Prefectdt: After a prolonged period in a head down position, I can feel a little woozy. Moving slowly and standing still and upright for a few minutes usually fixes this. I very often get a big endorphins kick from a spanking, this can leave me uncoordinated for some time and a bit detached from reality. I don't want to do anything about this because it is part of the sensation that I am enjoying. I never get spanked and then drive though, that would be as unsafe as drink driving.

Ronnie: Yes I have felt lightheaded after a spanking and a little unsteady. P sits me down with his arms around me until it passes.

Barrel: Well, I must say I am surprised and grateful for your responses to Hermione’s question. I thought I was crazy feeling off balance and uneasy on my feet after our last intense session. My wife whipped me as hard as she could with the strap, riding crop and tawse for about 25 minutes, and when she released me from the bench, I had a hard time walking. I do feel better knowing there are others that have responded in a similar manner. Thank you for sharing.

Hermione: Besides the pain, I often feel a sense of euphoria along with feeling a bit light-headed.

Thank you all for another good discussion. Stay safe!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #332

Welcome, one and all, to our socially-distanced brunch. Ron and I have been taking advantage of a series of warm, sunny days to prepare the garden for spring planting. I've got a sore back from pulling weeds, and Ron is tired from mowing the lawn and tilling the vegetable bed. Today we are doing as much planting as we can, because rain is due tomorrow. This leads us very nicely into our friend Barrel's suggested topic for today.

After an extended or especially intense spanking session, have you had any physical aftereffects, such as being unsteady on your feet or feeling light-headed? What is your remedy?

As always, be respectful of others and wear your face mask while composing your reply. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to speak.

Friday FUN

Our new Ninja Foodi Grill is a big success. It cooks steaks and chops in half the time it would take on a barbecue, with elegant grill marks too! We have done an entire meal of steak, asparagus and garlic bread. I'll confess that the garlic bread was too crisp and needed only half the time. Fresh-cut fries on the air-fry setting were also scrumptious. The only drawback is with the cooking instructions; they always suggest more time than is actually necessary.

For those of you who are struggling to become expert chefs and bakers, these oven mitts might help relieve the stress.

Happy Friday!

From the Top Shelf - Hide in Plain Sight, part 3

More letters from Mary Beth to her friend Sally. Mary Beth knows she is immune to any punishments, so she pushes her luck.

July 19, 1957
Dear Sally,

It sure gets boring around here. It’s getting hot too. Back home we have an air conditioner at least, but not out here. Raylin comes down in the evenings and we talk. I think he’s sweet on me and I’m beginning to like him too, but I hate the darn rules he sets.

I noticed that there was a creek out back and I asked Debby where it went. She said that downstream there was a place called flat rock where there was a waterfall with a pool below. I asked her if they ever went swimming there and she said sure they did, only they had to have her momma’s permission to go and there had to be a chaperone and all that. And I reminded her that her momma had gone off to town for the day leaving Kate in charge. She lit up then and got Betty and Annie, two of the boarders, and said we could slip away from Kate, no problem. I said I’d get my swim suit on, but Debby said why not skinny dip? And I thought, oooh, how deliciously naughty. Skinny dipping. Debby said it was great, jumping in the water in only your birthday suit on a hot day. That part of the creek was on their property and no one was around, so why not? It sounded good to Betty and Annie. Well, that plan turned out to be our downfall, and I guess it was my fault that everyone got in trouble.

So we snuck off. Kate didn’t see us, so we thought we were home free. Now, I know Raylin had told me to stay around the house at all times, but I’d been there over a month and nobody had come nosing around. I never saw Raylin except when he came by, but I knew he patrolled all around the county looking for anyone suspicious, and I guess so far he saw nothing. I could see his cabin up on the hill and his car was gone so I figured he was off somewhere.

We got to flat rock and got out of our clothes. We were splashing around having a time when I heard a shout. We all looked up and here came Raylin with a rifle in his hand crashing through the woods. Then we heard a commotion on the other side of the creek and two men who had been hiding in a thicket stood up and took off. We all started screaming and ducked down in the water. Raylin crashed across the creek and chased the two men. In the meantime we got out to get our clothes on only to be met by Kate and Jolene who were standing right there by our clothes with their arms folded.

About that time Raylin came back and announced that the men were gone but that he recognized them, and he wanted to have a talk with me. Jolene told him to go back to the house and wait, that we would all be along directly, but that there was a chore to be done. Well, Raylin being a gentleman, he hid his eyes with his Stetson and walked back toward the house. When he was out of sight Jolene told us all to get out of the water. Betty and Debby started to reach for their clothes but Jolene said to stop right there. We stood there naked and dripping wet. She looked at me and said those men were there because of me and I’d put everyone in danger. She told Debby and Betty and Annie that they knew the rule and had disobeyed them. It was then I saw what Kate had been doing. She was cutting switches from a hickory with a pen knife. She cut several long thin switches and offered them to her momma. Jolene swished them and took the stoutest one, handing the other to Kate. Debby started blubbering again that she didn’t want a switching and Betty and Annie put their hands back as if to shield their bottoms.

There was a tree next to the creek with a low branch and Jolene told the three of them to get over there, bend over and grip that branch. She made them stick their bottoms out and so there they were, three naked girls spaced apart, bending over and holding that branch.

Jolene tapped Debby’s bottom and then let fly with three quick strokes that made this “whick” sound, one after the other. Debby half stood up and wailed and shook her bottom like she was trying to shake off the sting. Jolene told her she’d better hold on to that branch. Then Jolene moved over to Betty and gave her three sharp licks. Then she whipped Annie’s butt three times. This is the way it went. She rotated from one girl to the next, three sharp licks, then move down the line. The girls were shrieking and hopping from one foot to the next, begging Jolene to take it easy. The switch put these vivid red lines across their behinds and Jolene looked like she put some muscle behind every stroke. They were crying their eyes out by the time she stopped and I guess she must have dished out a couple of dozen. She turned then and shook that switch at me and said it was partly my fault and that I should be up there with them getting my licking but she’d promised Raylin.

When we got back Raylin took me aside and really let me have it. It was a terrible tongue lashing and I cried. I hated that. He’s so mean and at the same time he gives me the shivers and I’m all girlish and flustered. He said somehow those men had tracked me here, but how, he didn’t know. He said never, never stray away from the house again until this was over.

Another close call.
Bye for now,
Mary Beth

August 7, 1957
Dear Sally,

Big news! There has been a break in the case. Raylin just phoned Jolene and said he was coming by to tell me. Maybe I’m going home soon!

More later,
Mary Beth

Could Mary Beth really be going home? Wait and see.