It's New Year's Eve! What a terrible, awful no-good year we have just been through, but it's finally over. Surely the next one will be better.
My hope for 2021 is ...
Leave your completed sentence as a comment, and I will publish all our hopes before brunch on Saturday.
How was the holiday season different for you this year?
Roz: We were so fortunate to have Christmas as normal this year with the boxing day sales going strong and continuing. Having said that though, there were a number of families who had been hit hard by the pandemic, or had lost loved ones and my heart goes out to those people. There were also those visiting family in isolation facilities who had recently returned...from a distance of course.
Bonnie: Our celebration was just Randy and me this year, at least in person. We
had Zoom sessions with friends and family. We exchanged digital gifts.
But it's not the same when I don't get to hug them.
The spanko
aspects of our celebration were festive, as I documented on my blog.
This one part of our lives has not been disrupted by the pandemic (so
far, fingers crossed).
Bob S: Just the wife and three kids hunkering down to wait for the vaccine. Nothing spanko but that cannot be helped.
Wendel: Only difference this year was not visiting or getting visited by family. The Misses did a Zoom meeting with her family. I gave her a good spanking with the paddle prior. Was fun to watch her readjusting her position throughout the entire call. We also did our annual spanking under the mistletoe.
Joe: Very quiet here at home, no visitors or visiting but lots of calls. Which left time for me to be spanked twice once on Christmas Eve and one on Christmas Day.
Barrel: Like others, no traveling which is hard as we have an elderly parent
that is feeling the effects of isolation. Aren’t we all? But more so,
little face to face time with the kids/grand kids who are local due to
the spike in our area. We can meet outside as the weather is nice here
but still are trying to be super careful.
We are in a low spot
with our spanking, mostly due to doctor appointments. I am hopeful that
I’ll get past those in the next several weeks and can kick 2021 off
with a memorable session.
Prefectdt: The annual trip back to the UK, to see the family and celebrate the season was cancelled and it was Christmas alone in Belgium this year. My spanking activities for the whole year have been affected, having only been spanked once this year (and counting my self damn lucky to have gotten that, in this situation) but I don't usually have chance to indulge in spanking over the Christmas period any way, so that was the same as normal. WhatsApp was a big help this year.
Baxter: Thankfully last year, we traveled to The Netherlands to see our newest great nephew and spend almost two weeks there. During that trip, I resolved to retire in 2020, which actually covid did for me. But this year was spent in our home with lots of presents and cheer. No spankings however, as much as I wanted one. Hoping to get the vaccine in 2021 so we can go back to The Netherlands and other European countries.
Rosco: Irene and I did some visiting and celebrating with friends and family. Some was done outdoors. We also were tested several times, as were many others. Still, some might say were were not sufficiently cautious.
Some
of our socializing was with an elderly relative who lives alone and
very clear that some risk was preferable to total loneliness.
One way or another, Irene delivers a sound spanking (etc.) about once a week. No change there.
Ronnie: We were lucky that we had a social distance lunch with Son, DIL and Granddaughter and a social distance outside walk. There was a little spanking on Christmas Eve.
Hermione: Our premier decided that the province would go into lockdown the day after Christmas, so Ron cancelled Christmas Eve dinner with our family, who live in an area already locked down. The two of us did all the usual things: Christmas light walk through the neighbourhood, gift exchange, spanking and a delicious turkey dinner, Since our neighbour's family wasn't visiting her this year, we popped over to exchange gifts with her. No Boxing Day shopping trip to the nearby pharmacy for half-price chocolates, though.
Let's all hope for a better outcome a year from now. In the meantime, wear your masks and stay safe!
Welcome to our Boxing Day brunch. Since visiting the sales is out of the question this year—as so many things are—let's stay in and discuss how the holidays went for you.
How were your holiday celebrations different this year because of the pandemic? What remained the same for you? Were your spanking activities enhanced or diminished by the current restrictions?
Please remain socially distanced while you respond below in the comments section. I will publish an edited summary of our discussion after everyone has had a chance to speak.
Christmas will be different for so many of us this year, as we stay apart to stay safe. Let's enjoy a little Christmas humour to cheer ourselves up.
Merry Christmas to you all.
I've waited all year to share this Christmas story with you. I will let the author, Rollin Hand, introduce it:
"Ah, Christmas! It's that time of year and you know what that means. Any day now it will arrive in the mail. The dreaded fruitcake. I hate fruitcake. The problem is, what do you do with it? And worse, what do you tell granny or Aunt Agnes or Great Aunt Kate or whoever sent you the damn thing? They always ask you if you liked it. What the hell do you do?"
Aunt Letitia's Fruitcake
The caller ID was a cool feature on this new phone. At least Rob thought so. Not only could you see who was calling you, you could see who it was you were connected to at the other end of the line. And that was why Rob was puzzled. He had been scrolling through recent calls and came upon a very odd one. The caller ID said "Spank Salon". What? Spank Salon? What in the world was that? But that's what it said, and it also showed that someone had dialed it from this very house at 10:30 this morning. Well, it hadn't been him. So it must have been Laura. And she was supposedly out shopping with Miriam.May your holiday be warm and bright.
Hmmm. I'll just dial it, he thought, and see what this is.
"Spank Salon. May I help you?" a woman answered. She sounded bright and efficient.
"I uh," he realized he didn't know what to say. "Uh, what kind of business is this?" God, he felt like a moron.
She didn't miss a beat. "We offer specialty therapeutic spanking sessions at our three convenient in town locations. This week we are offering a special discount on our No Nonsense Mommy spanking, our Principal's Office spanking, and our Trip to the Woodshed spanking. All are twenty-five percent off this week only."
Rob stared at the handset like it was an alien artifact. These could just as easily be the names of sandwiches at a 50's theme diner like Bob's Big Boy. Spanking sessions? "You mean you actually spank people?"
"Yes, sir. Our trained spankologists are adept at all types of spanking and are fully capable of meeting your every spanking need."
Jeez, this was unbelievable, but Rob was intrigued now. "Well, why would anyone want to be spanked?"
"Various reasons, sir. A lingering guilty feeling that needs to be expunged, listlessness and boredom with life in general, motivation to stop some undesirable behavior, even spicing up one's love life. Our client's motivations are varied."
Rob had to stop and think. Why would Laura have called this company? Rob knew Laura was sometimes hard on herself, but why?...then he had it. Aunt Letitia's fruitcake. Of course. It had come the week before Christmas. The same foul thing every year. They weren't going to eat it, that was for sure. Not even the dog wanted any part of it and he wasn't very particular. When they'd put it in his bowl he'd given it one disgusted sniff and walked away. Once again they'd had to just toss it in the garbage. And yet, at the family Christmas party, when Aunt Letitia had anxiously asked how they liked the fruitcake, Laura had told her that they had "wolfed it down, bite by rapturous bite". She'd laid it on a bit thick.
Rob now understood. The bald-faced lie had been eating at her. That was it. He remembered watching her as she had lied to Aunt Letitia. He had seen the nervous twitch, the telltale gulp as she spoke, the bead of sweat on her forehead. It must have felt like acid eating at her soul to tell such a whopper to their dear aunt.
So, no wonder she had felt the need to atone. That had to be it. To erase the guilt for the lie she had taken the unprecedented step of calling this ....this spanking company and had submitted to a juvenile punishment to assuage her guilt. Well, now Rob felt bad. It was as much his lie as hers. He'd sat there silently and allowed her to wax eloquent about the wretched fruitcake. He had been a co-conspirator at least.
"So, um, did you say twenty-five percent off?"
"Yes, sir. On any of the three spankings I mentioned."
"Ah, could you sort of describe what they are?"
"Certainly. Our No Nonsense Mommy spanking features one of our matronly mom spankologists in a 50's housewife's dress seated in a chair with her favorite flat backed hairbrush. Our Mommy will put you across her knee and apply fifty good solid spanks to your naughty bottom. Options are clothed or bare, and scolding is also optional. It's very popular."
That one brought back memories. Rob unconsciously rubbed his seat with one hand.
"Ok, and the other ones?'
"The Principal's Office features one of our stern teacher spankologists in severe pencil thin skirt, white blouse with choker collar, high heels, hair pulled back in a bun and black horn rimmed glasses. She will order you to bend over her desk and will then give you ten hearty swats on your backside with the school paddle. This is ordinarily a clothed spanking but baring one's posterior is an option. We do not recommend this for first timers. And I might add if you prefer a same sex spankologist, that too is an option....not that there's anything wrong with that," she hastened to add.
That too was familiar. There was that time in fifth grade when Miss Hedgpath had caught him....uh, better get on with it.
"And the last one?"
"Yes, very popular with our clients who grew up in the country. The Trip to the Woodshed features one of our husky farmer's wife spankologists in overalls and a straw hat. She will take you to our authentic simulated outdoor woodshed where you will drop your britches and bend over the wooden trestle. She will then apply twenty sound licks with the razor strap to your properly presented posterior. Again, clothing is optional."
Rob pondered for a moment. Laura actually went through with this, he was sure of it. That's where she was, not shopping with Miriam. He decided. One grand thing about their marriage was that they shared everything. He would share with her. He'd do it. For Laura.
"I'd like to make an appointment."
"Of course, sir. Which special would you like?"
Rob had to think about this. Laura hadn't grown up in the country and she hadn't gone to public school. Her mother was bit of a tartar, the old battle ax. "The No Nonsense Mommy," he said.
"Splendid. Shall we say 1:30 today?" Then he took down the directions.
* * *
Rob could hardly sit down to drive the car. His bottom was blazing. Wow, oh, wow. He'd forgotten how much a full blown spanking could hurt. And this one had been a doozy. After filling out the paperwork and giving them his credit card he'd been shown to a cozy room where "Mommy" had been waiting, seated in a sturdy armless chair. He'd decided to go whole hog so he'd opted for a bare bottom spanking complete with scolding.
"Mommy" had been a robust matron in her fifties with blonde hair streaked with grey. She'd read Rob's little description of his offense and had proceeded to scold him severely for the lie. Rob shrank in shame at the scolding. She was really good at this. It was just like mom. Then she'd ordered him to take down his pants and get himself right across her knee. "Right this instant, young man," she'd commanded. She had peeled down his underwear leaving his bottom bare and vulnerable. He must have blushed from head to toe at the rude exposure, but he steeled himself. Laura had done this too. She'd tapped him a few times and said, "Now Robert I'm going to warm that bare fanny of yours. You'll never tell another lie."
And with that she had proceeded to apply crack after crack with that awful brush to his bare sit spots as he wriggled shamelessly across her knee. First it stung, then it burned. Then it became a raging bonfire. She was very adept at holding him down. She slipped one leg over the backs of his knees and jack knifed him even further over her knee. Then she gave him a pasting he'd remember for a very long time. The brush cracked on one cheek then the other, then right across the divide. Over and over. She had certainly been thorough. As the spanks rained down, his buttocks had grown hotter and hotter. It had been fifty hard smacks and when it was over he'd jumped up and hopped around the room rubbing his bottom furiously. "Mommy" had just smiled and said, "Now you will be a good boy from now on, won't you?"
When he got home Laura's car was in the driveway. Good. They'd console each other. He walked in to a foyer laden with packages. Laura saw him coming in.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Same place as you, darling," he said grinning.
"Why are you rubbing your butt like that?"
"Aren't you sore too?" asked Rob.
"Hunhh? Why should I be?" Laura was puzzled.
"What? Why shouldn't....wait a minute." Rob went to get the phone. Pulled up the caller ID. "Because. See here? It says right here--- Spank Salon."
Rob held it up for her to see and Laura looked. Then she nodded. "Oh that. Some odd little business. I must have dialed Miriam's number wrong and got them instead. I think her number is one digit off."
Rob's eyes got big. "But what about the fruitcake? Aunt Letitia?"
"What in the world are you talking about Rob? Fruitcake?"
Rob was aghast. "You mean you didn't go there? For lying about the fruitcake? For fibbing to Aunt Letitia?"
"Go where, Rob? You are making no sense at all. And hon, let me tell you. Everybody lies about fruitcake. Nobody eats the stuff. Even the dog won't touch it. Rob? Rob?"
Laura wondered where Rob was going. He had just stormed out. Then she wondered even more when he came back into the room with a determined look in his eye and brandishing her hairbrush.
"Why do you have that hairbrush, Rob? What are you doing?" Rob took her by the arm, propelling her toward the couch. "Rob? What are you....Rob!" she squawked as he sat down and yanked her across his knees. "Rob, no! Not my dress. Pull my dress back down." Then she realized what he meant to do. "Rob, don't you dare. Pull my panties back up! Rob! Rob!.......yeow!"
As the hairbrush spanked her bottom cheeks over and over again Laura could only wonder if this time Rob had really lost his mind....and all over Aunt Letitia's fruitcake?
How vocal is the spankee? Let's find out.
Jack: Vocal, protest, wife could care less, the louder I am the more people will hear, adds to the punishment. Once she started using the bath brush I really protest, and very loud.
QBuzz: Neither of us take our spankings stoically. There is plenty of whimpering and moaning, and the occasional protest... all part of the fun really :D
Willie: When we started Ttwd we still had kids at home. I was conditioned to hiss and suck in the pain. When we go away I can get a lot more vocal and sometimes that is much more freeing.
Yorkie: At first I didn’t want to scare so I kept quiet. Over the last few years though, she’s become quite adept at spanking me and I always talk to her during it and encourage and guide her in what I want to the point that nowadays I am owing, oohing and even throw in the odd swear word while kicking my legs a bit. We still try to keeps reasonably quiet because of neighbours and adult children living with us but we are in a separate building so not too quiet.
Wendel: When I give the Misses a spanking by hand she usually whimpers quietly. Maybe an occasional oohh and ahhh. When I use the paddle or belt the cry outs get a bit louder and she cries out how she will be a good girl if I stop. When the Misses has a girls night out she will paddle me to remind me to behave while she is out. In between whacks I have to assure her I will be good.
Joe: I am very quiet during my spankings, if I make too much noise T thinks she is causing me harm and we have other people in the house. The occasional oww or ahh is ok but overall the actual spankings make more noise than I do. The TV or music is always on for cover.
Roz: I am usually quiet at the beginning of a spanking but as it progresses I become more vocal. Lots of grunts and groaning lol.
Rosco: We’ve never really discussed it, but I respond according to how hard I want to be spanked.
If
I suspect she might be about to stop and I want more, I’ll complain
that I don’t deserve the spanking. I’ll say it isn’t fair. This will egg
Irene on of course.
If I apologize profusely for my behavior and promise to be good, she might let up. This is a way of saying I’ve had enough.
Barrel: When we use spanking as foreplay, I try to remain completely silent because that's what she expects. However I do grunt and deeply exhale depending on the length and intensity of the spanking. When we plan an extended session or the spanking is for punishment, I do moan and breath heavily. Whether I am gagged or not, my wife will usually ask how I am doing, wanting to know if she has taken my beyond my limit. Despite some serious thrashings, she hasn’t gotten me there yet, and the whipping or caning continues until she decides I have had enough. During these sessions, I don’t talk, answer with a uh-ha and try to control my breathing.
Ronnie: To start I'm usually quite (depending on the spanking) Once P gets going I'm very vocal, I grunt, moan, shout, sometimes a swear word slips out and I get a hard spank for that.
Bonnie: I typically have plenty to say, at least until I reach that floaty place and then I tend to be quiet.
Prefectdt: It usually depends where the spanking is happening. Much of the time noise can be an issue and I have learnt over the years to suck it up and remain relatively quite. I do love it though when I am in a place where I can let rip vocally, especially if I am playing with someone who likes to bring it on a bit :)
Amy: Good question! It really depends where we are at the time. When I get close to not being able to take anymore, I do this, "Okay, okay okay!" song and Eric knows he's got me right where he wants me. He is more concerned about people hearing than I am so he'll decide what comes next based on how close the neighbors are.
Welcome back, Amy!
Anon: I tend to be pretty vocal. But there are times Master orders me to take
my spanking or paddling is silence. When he issues this order and I fail
to remain silent; I earn additional punishment for disobeying.
There are a few occasions where Master has told me HOW I'm allowed to be vocal. On 2 occasions he ordered that all sounds I make "Must be the word HARDER" or "MORE".
It
was very psychological for me to be asking for a harder paddling or
more strokes when that was exactly the opposite of what I was feeling on
my backside at the time. I'm very glad he doesn't do this often.
Hermione: I am very vocal, with plenty of OWWWs as well as some giggles. I feel that staying silent isn't necessary, in fact, quite the opposite. I want to let Ron know how much his efforts are appreciated.
That's all for this week. Stay safe and wear your masks!
Greetings! Grab a cookie or two and let's get started. Last week's topic was directed at tops, so this week it's the bottoms' turn.
How vocal are you (or your partner) when receiving a spanking? Do you stoically accept the inevitable, or do you noisily protest?
Please leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to join in, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.
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