Happy New Year!

To all my dear readers,

I hope the new year holds for you prosperity, health, happiness, and fulfillment.

I look forward to talking, sharing, and laughing with you in 2006.

Bonnie

2006 Recap: Bonnie's Fiction

As much as I enjoy recounting my own spanking experiences, it's sometimes fun to step outside and beyond myself to tell a different story. I posted several fictional spanking stories this year. Here's a brief recap.

The five part Journey of Discovery series presented a young newlywed couple taking their first steps into the world of erotic spanking.

Journey of Discovery - Part One: Lynne's Confession

Journey of Discovery - Part Two: Lynne's Explanation

Journey of Discovery - Part Three: Lynne's Discovery

Journey of Discovery - Part Four: Lynne's Satisfaction

Journey of Discovery - Part Five: Lynne's Resolution

Before I wrote The Sphere last month, I had never made a serious attempt at science fiction. If the concept of spanking and lovemaking in space appeals to you, I invite you to check it out.

Finally, So Far Away and its sequel, So Close Together, are bookends that depict a loving D/s relationship at a distance and then reunited.

I find the fictional stories are more difficult and time-consuming to write than the real-life accounts. However, they are consistently among the best received of my works. Hopefully, the coming year will grant me time to author more such stories for your reading pleasure. Until then, my your fantasies take flight!

A Tail of Two Millennia

Do you remember where you were when the millenium changed? I do because I wrote this acount. I hope all of you enjoy a great 2006!

We were invited to attend a New Year’s Eve party with some friends from Randy's office. As is his practice, Randy decided that I needed a good, hard spanking beforehand. I believe he derives an odd pleasure from watching me wince and squirm in public. For my part, I willingly accept the paddle's bittersweet kiss because it holds the tangible promise of unrestrained sexual intimacy. This corporeal bargain has played out for us hundreds of times over twenty years. Yet each occasion bears an exciting new opportunity.

I was almost dressed for the party when Randy strode into the bedroom and informed me that the time had come for the evening's "preparation." This pronouncement required no clarification. He asked me to remove my clothes - all of them. This was a good sign. Some women might feel that being stripped for a spanking is somehow demeaning. As I peeled off my festive attire, my thoughts were more along the lines of luring Prince Charming into a delightfully romantic side trip. I am pleased to report that even after all these years, the sight of my nude body can still distract him. That sweet dream was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of my sorority paddle. Randy held it up and swung it as if to demonstrate the technique he planned to employ.

When I am to be spanked, I desire all of the accompanying physical contact. I placed my arms around my husband's neck and rubbed my quivering skin against him. He kissed me deeply and his left arm encircled my waist. When the paddle began tapping against my bottom, I was reminded that I could delay the inevitable only so long. I shuttered with thrill and anticipation as his tender mouth paid tribute to my earlobe, my neck, my shoulder, and my breasts. Mmmmmm.

The spell was broken when Randy announced that it was paddle time. Without further prompting, I assumed my position. I bent over with my elbows on the bed and my fleshy target raised invitingly high. "Ready?" he prompted. I replied in kind, fully aware of the wooden paddle's fiery consequences. Randy didn't disappoint me in the least. Each swat brought a loud report followed immediately by an intense stinging sensation. Beneath the rising glow was a relentless ache that I knew would endure long past the New Year's celebration. As the board rose and fell, my emotions cycled between prurient longing and desperate distress, visiting many exotic destinations in between. I vowed, if only to myself, that I would not invoke my safeword. My man was obviously determined to make the century's last spanking one worthy of the history books. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of the next impact. Again and again the paddle struck my poor bottom. I jumped. I gasped. I howled. One way or another, I would graciously accept this gift.

As I stood there with my face buried in our marriage bed, I wondered how much longer this paddling could continue. Shortly after that thought entered my mind then I became aware of a different sensation. It was a hand, a gentle hand, caressing the very site of my spanking. The winds of love had changed direction again. He sat next to me on the bed and carefully guided me over his lap. As I craned my neck to peer back at him from this all too familiar angle, I figured that I was due for a second spanking. I definitely didn't need any such attention. I again promised myself that I would endure this trial bravely, if perhaps not silently. However, no spanking was forthcoming.

Randy vigorous rubbed my seat. It brought out the sting, but in a strange way, it felt good too. Before long, his attention and his fingers wandered southward. He made a point of observing that I must have enjoyed my spanking. I more enjoyed what followed. He placed me on my back on the bed and applied his lips, teeth, and tongue to my most sensitive locale. I didn't require much of this kind of encouragement before I was writhing with ecstasy and joyous release. When he squeezed my punished cheeks, I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of this spicy jambalaya of sensation. After several minutes of recovering my senses (and my breath), I returned the favor. Randy was appropriately appreciative.

As we quietly celebrated in the glistening aftermath of this whirlwind experience, our gaze wandered over to the clock radio. At 8:30, we were more than a little tardy for the more traditional New Year's celebration. Accordingly, we cleaned up, got dressed, and headed out.

The party was, well, a bit odd. Picture about ten or fifteen male programmers. Sprinkle in a small handful of equally dweeby female computer types. Add a few comparatively normal spouses and girlfriends for good measure. Think about "Revenge of the Nerds" meets "Animal House." We had a good time, but many of the topics of conversation were completely beyond me. One guy was blabbering about the physics behind Star Trek. I resisted the temptation to remind him that Star Trek is a TV show. Randy just thought the whole conversation was hilarious. OK, so I married a geek. I staked out a nice soft chair and just watched in amazement. What was funny was that a couple of the younger guys timidly wandered over to clumsily introduce themselves to me. As soon as they learned that I was Randy's wife, they drifted back into another part of the house. It was just weird. I spent much of the evening talking with two of the other wives comparing field notes regarding the bizarre behaviors of computer people. At midnight, Randy and I shared the obligatory New Year's kiss. He then whispered in my ear that this was only a down payment.


When we left the party a reasonable interval after midnight, we both had the same idea (more or less). In the car, I told Randy that I was really sore. "Well, good" he explained. "You won't have any trouble feeling your next spanking." "I guess not," I said with resignation. At this point, I was more primed for lovemaking than another rump roasting. But this was a special occasion.

Once home, I headed up toward our bedroom. Randy asked me where I was going. I told him, "The same place as you, I hope." He suggested, in that case, I should go in the den and get comfortable. He said he would be right back. True to his word, he returned carrying our dogleg brush and a vibrating sex toy. This was to be recreational spanking at its very finest.

Randy took great care in slowly removing my clothes, piece by piece. As he neared the end of this reverse strip tease, he stopped to admire my choice of underwear. I wore a shiny red satin thong that just screams "spank me and make love to me." As you might imagine, the gentleman requires no second invitation.

He sat on the couch and took me across his lap. In that classic position, late on that special evening, we had a little chat. It went something like this:

R: "You DO look sore. Did somebody spank your bottom?"
B: "Yes, my husband used a big paddle on me."
R: "I'll bet you really deserved it."
B: "I probably did.
R: "Was that last century?"
B: "Yes."
R: "Has anyone spanked you in this century?"
B: "No."
R: "Has anyone [made love to] you in this century?"
B: "No."
R: "So am I to understand that you're a twenty first century virgin?"
B: "I guess I must be."
R: "I propose to take that virginity right here and now. What do you think of that?"
B: "Please be gentle. (giggling) It's my first time."
R: I promise to give you only the most gentle of hard spankings with this brush."

He was half right. That brush restored all of the ache left behind by the paddle and added an unmistakable stinging sensation. My partner worked quickly and efficiently. Once we finally began, the session didn't last very long. It didn't have to. When it was over, I felt very well spanked.

Now, at last, the spicy appetizers were done and the time had come for the main course of our erotic banquet. After removing my thong, Randy applied the toy to heighten my interest. At this stage, it was almost overkill. Nevertheless, it felt wonderful. He followed that enticement with his own pleasure appendage. I hugged him as tightly as I could as we lovingly inaugurated the millenium with our own private fireworks display.

We embraced amid the warm glow of a tender postscript. I never love my man more deeply than at those times. We possess a spiritual connection that I think many couples never know. Eventually, he drifted off happily to dreamland.

For whatever reason, I felt energized and awake. I had to get up and see if our computer still worked. It did. I answered a couple of e-mails and read for a while before finally giving up around 2:30am. Sometimes I wonder if my nocturnal ways reflect a belief that life is too good to miss any of it. On this night, that was definitely the case.

Keywords: spanking, millenium spanking, spanking stories

2006 Recap: Bonnie's Greatest Hits

Year end is a good time to celebrate the year's achievements and reflect upon events that have taken place. So it is here at My Bottom Smarts.

Since many current readers weren't around for the early days of this blog, I thought it might be helpful and fun to provide easy links to my favorite real life spanking stories from 2005. Enjoy!

Good for the Gander Birthday The Long Way Geting to the Seat of the Problem Leap of Faith Business Woman's Special The Silent Treatment Buzzword Bonanza The Boat Story The Talk Rub in the Tub Halloween Heatwave Our Very First Spanking The Works Back Forty Love Afternoon Delight The Payoff The Booty Girl Diaries Make Mine Well Done How to Ask How I Spell R-e-l-i-e-f Return to Rationality A Toasty Yule A Slightly Mexican Christmas

Bonnie's Spanko New Year's Resolutions

It's that time of the year again. It's out with the old and in with the new. Accordingly, I've made a dozen resolutions. As you might imagine, most of them concern the spanko side of my life.

I will remember that Randy is in charge of my spankings I will bare my bottom and assume the position upon the first request I will not tempt my husband to remind me that spankings are supposed to hurt I will stick out my bottom promptly when instructed to do so After agreeing that I need a spanking, I will not change my mind halfway through I will give more oral sex I will not hide hated spanking implements I will wear more sexy outfits for his pleasure I will accept all the spankings I deserve I will offer my body freely for his use I will continue to explore my submission I will post my adventures in this blog

So, can I keep these resolutions? Does it matter that Randy bet me a spanking I can't. Either way, I suspect the result will be pretty much the same.

Keywords: New Year's resolutions, spanko

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Story: So Close Together

It's time to get back to spanking. This story is the sequel to So Far Away.

It was quarter to one. Kim rolled over restlessly. She always found it difficult to get to sleep when Kent was away. It had been many lonely nights since they had shared this bed.

Tonight, it seemed, was harder still. Kent had said he would be home late if he could get a flight. Kim figured her man hadn’t called because he expected she would be asleep. But she wasn’t asleep. She couldn’t sleep. Worry occupied her mind – worry about his flights, worry about the condition of the house, and most of all, worry about their disagreement from the previous day.

Kent wanted her to fax some papers to him. Kim had at least a dozen chores to complete that day. There was pouring rain and traffic was terrible. She had trouble locating the papers. She didn’t know how late the copy store was open. There were probably ten good reasons why she didn’t fax that document, but all of them together wouldn’t be good enough for Kent.

OK, she messed up. But in Kim’s mind, the previous evening’s ordeal had been punishment enough. There couldn’t be any greater indignity than having to spank one’s own bare bottom until it was bruised and aching. Yet, as she ran these events through her mind, Kim intuitively knew there would have to be a second spanking. Kent would want to handle this situation personally because that’s just the kind of man he is.

Kim jumped when she heard the distinctive sound of a key in the lock on the front door. A moment later, she heard the door swing open. She wondered if it could really be her lover. She heard heavy footsteps, in the entryway, in the kitchen, and then coming up the stairs.

“Honey, is that you?”

“Yes. I’m surprised you are awake,”

“Oh, Kent. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know, love. It’s been tough for me as well.”

“Are you upset with me?” Kim’s voice was now small and nervous.

“We’re not going to have this discussion tonight. I have to make a report to the board of directors in a little over six hours. I need to get sleep before then.” Kent’s words were sharp and definitive. There could be no debate.

Kim rolled over in frustration. She was now certain that he was displeased with her. Worse yet, Kent was determined to make her wait for her resolution. Kent ignored this gesture and went into the bathroom. Kim heard him showering as slumber overtook her.

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When Kim awoke the following morning, sunlight was streaming through the east windows. Kent had clearly been gone for hours. Her first thought was their brief exchange in the middle of the night. She regretted bothering him. She decided that she should not have pressed him when he was tired.

Kim’s second thought concerned the evening to come. What would Kent say? What would he do? She didn’t know. There could well be a long lecture and a severe spanking. Those were not events she relished.

Kim hoped that Kent would call during the day to check in, but he didn’t. This either meant that he was bombarded with work on his first day back in the office or that he was really angry with her. She went about her day as normally as was possible under the circumstances. Her art class failed to capture her interest. She then shopped for groceries, picking out the ingredients for several of Kent’s favorite meals. Kim stopped at the dry cleaner, the bank, and the gas station. All the while, she couldn’t take her mind off of what was to come – whatever it might be.

Once home, Kim busied herself with cleaning, tidying, and vacuuming. The general state of their townhouse had declined during Kent’s absence. Kim found it hard to get motivated to pick up when there was no one there to notice. Many aspects of her life, in fact, had been neglected during recent weeks.

By four o’clock, Kim was reasonably satisfied with the cleanliness and orderliness of their home. Anticipating Kent’s return, she set about doing the same for herself. She showered again and then put on a silky flowered dress she knew her partner liked. She fixed her hair and carefully applied her makeup. She wanted to look her very best for her man.

She wasn’t quite certain when he would arrive. By six, she was more nervous than ever. At the very moment she resolved to call, she heard the telltale sound of her man opening the door lock. Kent was home.

“Hi honey!” Kim exclaimed in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

“Hi.” Kim thought Kent sounded tired and perhaps a little exasperated. She ran to him and placed her arms around his strong neck. Kent was tall enough that this embrace forced her to stand on tiptoes. Kent’s hands reached to grasp Kim’s waist.

“Oh, my dear. I missed you so much.”

“I know.” Kent’s calm baritone voice sounded like music to Kim. He hugged her tightly.

“Would you like me to make some dinner?”

“No need. We can call out for something in a little while.”

“Do we, um, have something we need to, uh, talk about?”

“Yes, we do indeed. I believe it would be best to get it out of the way now.”

Kim was close to sobbing already. It hurt her to disappoint Kent.

Kent took her hand. “C’mon, love.” With that, he led her upstairs to their bedroom.

Once there, Kent sat on the edge of the bed. He gestured for his partner to join him. Kim shook with trepidation as she reluctantly lowered herself over his lap. Kent lightly rubbed his hand over her bottom. The silky material of her dress felt good as it slid over her nylon pantyhose. Kim found this sensation strangely calming.

“Kim, do you know why we’re here?”

“Yes, you need to punish me because of the document I didn’t fax.” Kim had prepared herself for this moment. Her smallish voice revealed her willing vulnerability, her acceptance of this corporal justice.

“No. That’s not it at all.” Kent’s tone was even, but firm.

“What then?” Now Kim was confused.

“The purpose of the spanking I am about to give you is reconnection. I feel the need to re-establish my place in your life and our respective roles in this relationship. I regret having been absent from you for so long. I know the time apart has been difficult for both of us.”

Before Kim could utter a word, Kent continued. “I am not displeased with you. Rather, I desperately want to bring us as close emotionally as we are now physically. Therefore, I will forego the paddle this evening and just use my hand. It seems more personal and more appropriate for this reconnection spanking.”

As soon as that final word left Kent’s lips, his circular rubs became crisp swats. His rigid palm repeatedly struck Kim’s upturned bottom, still wrapped in her stylish dress. His pace was slow and deliberate. His aim was impeccable. Over and over, Kim felt the stinging impact as he found his mark.

She didn’t move. She didn’t cry. She didn’t rebel or protest. This was a spanking she needed. Despite the undeniable pain, the sensation, the sound, and the submission blended to provide a catharsis unlike any other. Kim drank in the scene like water from an oasis.

When Kent lifted her dress and lowered her pantyhose, Kim arched her back as if to invite further fiery attention. He did not deny her. His heavy hand fell again. The tiny pink bikini Kim had chosen for their reunion offered no real protection. Kent labored on, pacing the sharp blows now about ten seconds apart. Between swats, he caressed her punished globes. He could feel a tremendous warmth emanating from the surface of her crimson skin. He knew his lover well enough to be certain that this heat extended down between her thighs. One touch of his finger confirmed it.

Kim shivered with lust when Kent’s finger explored her dampness. She inhaled swiftly, fighting back a gasp, when his powerful hands slid down her delicate panties. Now his middle finger plunged deep inside her. No longer silent, Kim involuntarily moaned with passion. Kent continued to spank, now using his left hand, but these strokes barely registered with Kim. Her mind and her lust were tightly wrapped around the probing digit. Kent expertly manipulated her love nub as only an experienced lover can do. He watched as her hips began to undulate upon his lap in synchronization with his rubbing.

After several minutes of this passionate prelude, Kent rolled his partner off of his lap and onto the bed. Once there, he quickly stripped off the remainder of her clothes. Kim was aching, but not from the spanking. She needed her man, all of him, within her and soon. Happily, he was quickly undressed and on top of her. Kim spread her legs to bid him welcome. She let out a small coo as the lovemaking began in earnest.

As Kent pounded home his message of reconnection, Kim found herself lost in a swirl of carnal energy. She screamed her approval as his efforts pushed her beyond the brink of passionate release. She grabbed his muscular back and hung on as both lovers shook with momentous completion.

Kent and Kim felt so drained by their forceful reacquaintance and the events of the past three days that sleep overcame them, but not before they traded heartfelt, “I love you’s.” As they peered into each other’s tired eyes, both were now more certain than ever that their relationship would never be quite the same.

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction

Milestones

Besides being Christmas Eve, this is a momentous day here at My Bottom Smarts. I am celebrating three very significant milestones:

100 Days
100 Posts
100 Thousand Hits

On this occasion, I want to sincerely thank each of you, my dear readers. It has been your encouragement, participation, enthusiasm, and inspiration that have made this blog a success. Without your loyal and steadfast support, I believe I would have given up long ago. I feel privileged to be able to write for you.

Many of you I've met. Many of you I haven't. Either way, I'm glad you're here. If there is something you want to see on this blog, I invite you to share your ideas. Write me a comment or an e-mail and help us make My Bottom Smarts a friendlier, sexier, more interesting, more attractive, more fun blog to visit.

I also want to salute my silent partner and best friend, Randy. He doesn't appear here, and that is certainly his right, but his voice is on every page. He manages to concoct amazing spanking scenarios in real life that are more vivid than any fantasy I could conjure. For that precious spark, and his undying love, I am forever grateful.

Finally, I want to especially thank all of the spanko bloggers. You, my spanko siblings, have created a wonderful community of caring and support. I am proud to call myself a member of your group. I've been aided many times and I have been able to offer aid on occasion. That's the very essence of friendship.

As we move forward into 2006, I have a number of plans for the blog. You'll see more real life accounts, more spanking fiction, new Spanking 101 tutorials, plus the usual assortment of top ten lists, polls, quizzes, memes, and poetry. I don't want to give away too much, but there may be a couple of surprises after the first of the year.

Oh, and allow me to offer you this solemn promise: No more holiday song parodies until next December. :)

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Solstice, and Happy Day-Off-From-Work (check all that apply)!

Hugs to All!
Bonnie

Leather Belts

You'll never believe what I've come up with now. It's another dopey holiday song parody!

Women's backsides, smarting backsides Whipped in holiday style In the air there's A feeling of spanking Paddles swinging, bottoms stinging She'll not sit for a while And on every sore bottom you'll hear Leather belts, leather belts It's spanking time now my pretty Sting-a-ling, hear them zing Soon it will be time for play Panty drop nights Dancing crop bites Make a bright red unseen As the spankers give more of their pleasures Feel the strap crack Hear the loud smack It's the spankos' big scene And above all this slapping you'll hear Leather belts, leather belts It's spanking time now my pretty Sting-a-ling, hear them zing Soon it will be time for play

The Twelve Days of (Spanko) Christmas

After twelve days of this kind of entertainment, I have to think that sitting would no longer be an option!

On the first day of Christmas My true love sent to me A quick trip over his knee On the second day of Christmas My true love sent to me Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the third day of Christmas My true love sent to me Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the fourth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the fifth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the sixth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the seventh day of Christmas My true love sent to me Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the eighth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Eight crops a-kissing Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the ninth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Nine partners paddling Eight crops a-kissing Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the tenth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Ten fingers fondling Nine partners paddling Eight crops a-kissing Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the eleventh day of Christmas My true love sent to me Eleven panties plunging Ten fingers fondling Nine partners paddling Eight crops a-kissing Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love sent to me Twelve rulers rapping Eleven panties plunging Ten fingers fondling Nine partners paddling Eight crops a-kissing Seven straps a-swinging Six floggers flaying Five lotion tubes Four leather cuffs Three hairbrushes Two wooden spoons And a quick trip over his knee

Whacky Smacky Christmas

You must know by now that I'm not one to leave well enough alone.

Have a whacky, smacky Christmas Time to barbeque your rear We all know that it will glow Until we toast New Year Have a whacky, smacky Christmas When you sit upon your seat Say uh, oh, that stings you know and makes a lot of heat Oh, ho, you're bare below hung where all can see A paddle waits for you stick it out for me Have a whacky, smacky Christmas Go ahead and rub my dear Oh by golly, have a whacky smacky Christmas this year

Whack Us All

No, we're not quite done yet!

Whack us all with boughs of hick'ry Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la There'll be no more lies or trick'ry Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don we now our play apparel Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Know the ancient backside peril Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Feel the blazing flame behind us Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike the rump and do remind us Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Follow me in kinky pleasure Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la While I tell of bedroom treasure Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Fast away our worry passes Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la When our husbands swat our asses Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Sting we joyous, all together Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Heedless of the wood and leather Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

We Wish You a Very Sore Ass

My silliness cup runneth over...

We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass and a glowing red rear

Good spankings we bring to you and your kin
Good spankings for your ass and a glowing red rear

Oh, bring us a stingy paddling
Oh, bring us a stingy paddling
Oh, bring us a stingy paddling, bent over right here

We won't go until we get one
We won't go until we get one
We won't go until we get one, so swat me my dear

We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass and a glowing red rear

Pink Christmas

Bing Crosby never crooned this version!

I'm dreaming of a pink Christmas Just like the ones I used to know With our bottoms stinging And paddles swinging To start a fire down below I'm dreaming of a pink Christmas With every hairbrush that I buy May your cheeks be rosy and pink And may all your Christmases have kink

The (Spanko) Christmas Song

OK, here's one more silly seasonal spanko song parody.

Backsides roasting like an open fire Husbands tug down your pantyhose Spanko wails growing ever higher And wives dressed up in schoolgirl clothes Everybody knows a hairbrush and a big pillow Help to make bare bottoms bright Horny wives with their rears all aglow Will find it hard to sit tonight And so I'm offering this simple phrase With whacks from one to ninety-two Although its been said many times, many ways, A very spanko Christmas to you

Sting Her Well

...And now, back by popular demand, we have tonight, right here on our stage, the Spanko City Singers. Without further ado, let's bring them out. Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for our own Spanko City Singers!

Dashing to and fro On a whole house spanking day O’er the knee she’ll go Dancing all the way Whacks on bare tails sting Making colors bright What fun it is to swat and sing A spanking song tonight Oh, sting her well, sting her well Sting her all the day Oh, what fun, now that she’s tied On a whole house spanking day

My Favorite Stings

Rump rubs all rosy and paddles a-whistlin'
Bright glowing bottoms and husbands a-kissin'
Brown wooden brushes hung up with strings
These are a few of my favorite stings

Cream colored leather and swats by the oodles
Slappers and whappers and howling like poodles
Wild love that flies to the moon with its wings
These are a few of my favorite stings

Girls in white panties with red peeking asses
Paddles that whack make for contented lasses
Feelings so lovely that I have to sing
These are a few of my favorite stings

When the rear aches
When the board swings
When it hurts like mad
I simply remember my favorite stings
And then I don't feel so bad!

Spanking 101: Peeling Back the Labels

This article is the latest installment in continuing series of tutorials. If you already know this stuff or came here for fun and games, please feel free to scroll on down.

If you’ve spent much time trolling the Web and reading spanking-related sites and blogs, you have most likely encountered a veritable thicket of labels. I’m sure I will overlook some, but here are the biggies:

• Dominance and Submission (D/s)


• Sadomasochism (S&M)


• Bondage and Discipline (B&D)


• Total Power Exchange (TPE)


• Domestic Discipline (DD)


• Master/slave (M/s)

I’ve linked each of these terms with its Wikipedia definition. I won't rehash the specific definitions, but you may wish to review them.

I notice that people sometimes use these terms interchangeably. There is clearly some overlap, but for the most part, each of these phrases has a specific meaning. In my mind, they fall into three basic categories:

Relationship-based: D/s, M/s, and TPE Activity-based: B&D, S&M Relationship and Activity-based: DD

The relationship-based labels refer to the nature of the interaction between partners. For example, a couple may decide that a submissive is required to lower her eyes in the presence of her dominant partner. The dynamic can vary greatly based upon the couple's preferences.

Activity-based labels tend to address more the physical side of a relationship and the practices a couple uses. Bondage and discipline, for instance, usually involves some sort of restraint along with the use of a punishment implement. Again, the details can be very different from one couple to the next. While these terms may bring to mind extreme scenes, activities can be wild, tame, or anything in between.

Domestic discipline, as commonly practiced, incorporates elements of both of the other types. The relationship is one where one partner assumes the role of head of household. This designation defines the relationship that exists between them. At the same time, physical punishments, most often spankings, are employed to enforce the boundaries of the relationship.

So which of these labels, you may be asking yourself, applies to you? All of them? None? Sections of some and slivers of others? As it turns out, labels seldom match up with the diverse complexity of human interactions.

I feel, for example, that Randy and I fit vaguely under most of these labels, yet none of them accurately describes who we are, how we relate, or what we do. For us, that is perfectly OK. We don't base our lives upon textbook definitions of how a particular type of relationship should operate. It's preferable, I believe, to build a relationship that fits the two people who comprise it. If one chooses to apply labels after the fact, there is no harm in that.

One of the pitfalls encountered by many beginning spankos is trying to live a label. People may read on a Web site that a M/s relationship is highly desirable and should operate in a particular manner. As soon as they try to pattern their relationship after an abstract ideal, they are likely to find their interactions and perhaps even their partner to be lacking. The result is misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

In building or shaping a loving relationship, communication is the key. If a couple is exchanging ideas and sharing feelings, they are much more likely to sculpt a relationship that is robust, resilient, and rewarding. Those qualities are far more important than blind adherence to some unattainable standard.

We can make this lesson easy. Forget the labels. Follow your heart. Work together. Talk issues through. Do what you love. Be who you are. Think up a name later.

Keywords: spanking 101, labels

What Type of Spanking Do I Crave?

What type of spanking do you crave?
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Oooooo la la! You are craving an erotic spanking!

You want a spanking that is just plain fun and is all about feeling good and turning you and your partner on.

The implements of choice for your bottom warming are a soft leather flogger and a crop.

Just think of all the naughty possibilities... ;)


Thanks to Spanko Girl for this great new quiz!

A Slightly Mexican Christmas

Randy never fails to surprise me!

For years, I’ve kidded Randy about being Scrooge. He doesn’t decorate or really do much of anything besides buy presents and attend the usual obligatory holiday events. He doesn’t care in the least if I decorate to my heart’s content. In fact, I believe he derives amusement from watching me assemble Christmas.

The other evening, he surprised me by actually hanging his own Christmas decoration. Here’s how it happened.

After dinner, I was sitting at the computer and answering some e-mail. As I was beginning to write a new message, Randy appeared in the doorway. On his face was that smile that can mean only one thing. He beckoned me with crooked finger. Now curious, I followed.

We walked downstairs to the garage. Once there, I immediately caught sight of his latest innovation. He had parked in the driveway. This left plenty of room for the mesh hammock he had hung from hooks in the ceiling. “Here we go,” I thought.

“OK, lose those pants.” His tone was insistent, but not bossy. I was sufficiently amused and curious to play along. Down came my slacks.

“Panties too.” I fully expected that request. My underwear landed on the garage floor atop my pants.

“While you’re at it, just take it all off.” I’m as willing to play as the next gal (and probably more than most), but this is December and the garage is cold. I hesitated.

“Do I have to do everything?” Randy asked rhetorically as he lifted my top over my head. I now wore only my bra and slippers. Those didn’t last long either.

Once I was stripped to his satisfaction, Randy gestured for me to get into the mesh hammock. It was hung well above the floor. So much so that he had to lift me into it. The stretchy nylon mesh against my skin generated an odd sensation. It was not unpleasant. In fact, it felt quite stimulating. I settled in with my head and feet about two feet higher than my bottom.

“Here in this garage is my one and only seasonal decoration,” my lover explained. “My decoration of choice happens to represent a great Mexican tradition. You, my dear, are now a Christmas piñata.”

I sincerely hoped that he wasn’t planning to break me open and spill my contents onto the floor. Fortunately, he stopped well short of that unpleasant scene. He picked up a wooden rod and began to strike my very accessible posterior.

I recalled that this particular rod had been a part of one of our daughter’s games more than ten years before. This carom game was one of her Christmas presents. The rod was a kind of a kid’s cue stick. It was about two feet long and maybe a half an inch in diameter. The game was gone and long forgotten, but the rod survived.

It hurt. No. It hurt a lot. That rod was shaped like a cane, only thicker and quite rigid. It had some weight like a paddle, only with less surface area. Again and again his upward strokes caught my vulnerable bottom. Each cracking blow raised the intensity of my breathless amazement. This spanking was painful in a way I didn’t expect. I attempted to roll my way out, but this strategy was easily foiled when he steadied one end of the hammock with his free hand.

By the time he finished five or so minutes later, my thighs, hips, and buttocks were all enveloped in a hot, stinging burn. Now my every movement caused the meshing to rub against some punished area. I stayed still, quiet, and small until Randy helped me down.

When my feet landed on the cement floor of the garage, I shivered. I was cold and sore and no longer wanted to be a decoration.

“What a lovely red piñata!” Randy joked. “I think it’s time to check out the treasures inside.” With that, he led me back upstairs and into the house. We proceeded straight to the master bedroom.

Once there, I made a quick detour to the bathroom. I couldn’t help stopping to admire the art my man had painted upon my body. From the middle of my thighs to the top of my backside, I saw a series of thin red streaks. Yes, these marks were the result of a very thorough spanking.

When I rejoined him in the bedroom, I made a beeline toward the bed and slipped beneath the thick covers. I was cold and I wanted Randy to warm me again, this time in a gentle, loving fashion. He didn’t let me down. His technique was slow and romantic. He took the time to kiss, lick, and bite my sensitive nipples. He kissed my temple, my cheek, and my earlobe. He lovingly stroked my hair. I gasped as his fingers entered me. I moaned when his tongue flicked and lapped at my clitoris. I growled when his manhood impaled me. I screamed as orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed me. I sighed as we embraced into the tingly twilight afterglow. It was truly a feast of erotic delicacies.

I can promise you that it will be quite a while before I accuse Randy of lacking holiday spirit!

Keywords: spanking, Christmas spanking, spanking stories

Quiz: At Least I'll Die Happy...

Just as I suspected.


You are Lust! Sexy!! But they say that theres such a thing as too much of a good thing. You have sex on the brain, and it doesn't stay just there for long. Passionate, Fiery - and most certainly confident. You're a fun loving, spontaneous person who is always up for a laugh. People however, have trouble keeping up with you. You're sex crazy, and perhaps need to tone it down a bit! Learn a little self control! But, Hey, Congratulations on being the Sexiest Red Hot deadly sin out of all the 7...

Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You?
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A Toasty Yule

Here's how we celebrate Christmas at our house!

As I have chronicled before, my husband Randy takes a special delight in playing my emotions like a harp. It’s not enough for him to just give me a good spanking. He has to introduce the element of risk. How humiliating would it be if our friends learned that he paddles me like a naughty child? That particular disclosure hasn’t happened yet (thank goodness!), but a number of strangers are definitely aware of this proclivity, thanks to his many clever schemes. Sometimes, this game concerns me. In an odd way, though, it’s an incredible turn-on as well. Whatever the reason, I’m never hotter than after he lights my fire in a semi-public setting. Even the memory of those events is thrilling.

This Christmas, I hoped to turn the tables just a bit. Randy is forever launching double entendre remarks or playfully swatting my rump in front of other people. What, I wondered, would happen if I were to surprise him for a change? My plan was to wrap up a pair of thin black leather gloves and present them to him at our family Christmas celebration. These gloves have no lining and wouldn’t keep anyone’s hands the least bit warm. Still, they were very soft and sexy. I figured he would recognize their real purpose immediately. What I sought was that look of surprise and that moment of nervous restraint he so often elicits from me.

When the twenty fifth of December rolled around, we collected our sleepyhead daughter and drove to Randy’s Mom’s house to participate in our big holiday gathering. Randy’s sister, her husband, and their kids also attended. After the traditional dinner, all eight celebrants retired to the living room for the gift exchange. I purposely slipped my special package under the pile. We each took turns opening presents and expressed the customary ooo’s and ahhh’s. Randy gave me a lovely pair of diamond studs. The man has taste!

As I had hoped, the gloves were among the last gifts to be opened. He had already opened a couple of other items from me, so he may not have expected anything more. He grabbed the thin package and tore off the paper. He stared for a moment and then wryly smiled. “Look everyone,” he said holding up the package, “a new pair of gloves.” Staring directly at me, he added, “I can’t wait to try them out. Thanks, Bon!” So much for table turning. I was suddenly the one who was blushing.

Fortunately, no one else had any inkling about that exchange. The rest of the visit went quite well. It was nice to catch up with Randy’s family. I think everyone had a pleasant time. At one point during the proceedings though, Randy took me aside and whispered in my ear, “Wait until I get you home, little miss.” That was pretty much the reaction I had expected. Nevertheless, a squadron of butterflies took flight in my stomach. You’d think after all these years, the veiled suggestion of a spanking might become passé, but it hasn’t. Not even when I basically asked for it.

After we arrived home, we weren’t able to field test his new acquisition for two whole days. Busy schedules and foul weather conspired to extend our wait. Finally, in the early evening of the third day, as our daughter left for work, it was time to face the music. We hadn’t really discussed it, but as soon as she closed the door behind her, we both knew what would happen next. Randy peered straight into my eyes as we sat at the kitchen table. I knew that look all too well. The moment was at hand.

“I believe we have a matter to discuss,” Randy announced in his best disciplinarian voice. His tone was insistent, though not harsh. He took my hand as I got up out of my chair. He got behind me and guided me toward the stairs. With each step, my nervousness grew again. The intervening hours had served only to magnify my anticipation. By the time we reached our bedroom, my breath was shallow and rapid.

My lover led me not to the bed, but to an upholstered chair he dragged from the corner of the room. There, he positioned me so that I was lying over one arm. Uncharacteristically, my jeans were left on. “Do you see these?” he sternly inquired. “Yes,” I mewed, look at the gloves. “Just what were you thinking?” I shrugged. Clearly unsatisfied with that response, he said, “Why would you give me these gloves in front of everyone?” He was playing and I knew it. Still, it was exciting to think that my tough husband might soon have to teach me a harsh lesson.

He made a production of taking the gloves from their package and placing them over his fingers and around his hand. “You know, of course, that I am going to have to spank you” he lectured. I followed along. “Yes, sir.” Randy placed his leather-clad right palm against the seat of my blue denim pants. He slapped my derriere, several times on each side. I could tell he was trying to read my reaction. The truth was that twenty some years of regular spankings with all manner of nasty wooden implements has toughened my bottom to the point where this combination simply didn’t have much effect. After a few more determined whacks, he decided that something needed to change. He had me raise my hips in order to unbutton, unzip, and lower my jeans. I complied.

No sooner were the troublesome slacks dispatched than he began his assault anew. Now my target was considerably more available. Only a thin layer of cotton now lay between my skin and his leather. His hand delivered a dozen or so quick, stinging smacks. This time, I could definitely feel the results of his efforts. Next, I experienced the deliciously cool smoothness of the leather gloves as the hands within them caressed my hips, thighs, and bottom. Slowly, my love peeled away the last measure of protection as he slid my panties down to meet my jeans around my knees. My upturned orbs were now totally exposed.

Rather than resume the spanking right away, Randy kept rubbing. I cooed with approval as his slippery hands explored my curves. Goosebumps rose in response to this marvelous stimulus. When he returned to the business at hand, my lover placed his left hand in the middle of my right cheek. He lifted the fleshy portion to stretch the skin along my lower slope. He proceeded to use his right hand to whack the daylights out my vulnerable sit-spot. This tactic generated more discomfort than I had imagined possible using just his hand. In the name of evenhandedness, he then repeated his efforts on my opposite buttock. Ouch!

Once my spanking had concluded, Randy helped me up from the chair. I was a bit dizzy and disoriented from all of the excitement. He removed my clothing and then his own, except for those new gloves! My prince positioned himself on his back in the middle of our bed. He gestured for me to join him. I eagerly straddled my sexy husband. Those shiny, smooth black hands were at once grasping my breasts. This encounter was amazingly sensual. He gave me quite a wild ride. By the time we reached the summit, he had me emitting guttural calls and quaking for all I was worth. My, oh my.

Later, as we lay together basking in the afterglow, Randy remarked that he really liked his new gloves. Let’s give him credit for observing the obvious. He snuggled up behind me. Again those wicked gloves squeezed and handled my glowing posterior. I loved that feeling and I told him so. He promised me that his special present wouldn’t stay stuffed in a closet like some unappreciated Christmas tie. I’m counting on holding him to his word!

Keywords: spanking, Christmas spanking, spanking stories

Let It Glow!

I hope everyone stays nice and warm for the holidays!

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But my man is so delightful, He's whacking me way down low, Let it glow, let it glow, let it glow. He doesn't show signs of stopping, And the brush is loudly popping, The lights are turned way down low, Let it glow, let it glow, let it glow. When we finally say good night, I'll show him how much I love his form, He always toasts me just right, All the eve long I'll be warm. The fire is hardly dying, And together, we are flying, But as long as he loves me so, Let it glow, let it glow, let it glow.

Top Ten: Suggestions for Newbie Spankos

1. Take your time - There's no need to rush. Enjoy each step of your journey.


2. Be safe - Know your partner, your toys, and your limits.


3. Be yourself - Roleplay is good, but anchor your relationship in reality.


4. Make it fun - There's no need to be serious all the time. Laugh, joke, and be silly sometimes.


5. Show the love - Tell your partner often how you feel about them.


6. Be patient - It can take a while to get things just right.


7. Experiment freely - You grow as a couple by expanding your experiences.


8. Learn from your mistakes - Even a failed experiment can help you to define what you want.


9. Don't compare - Avoid modeling your relationship after other couples or fictional characters. Find your own best way.


10. Make it a bonding experience - Spankings can increase intimacy, communication, and that feeling of connection. Seek and embrace those emotions.

Keywords: spanking 101

Return to Rationality

Here's a nugget from the treasury. These last two days, I've been so tense. I'm not even certain why. Little things upset me and I worry about problems that aren't even mine. There's a signpost ahead. I have entered the PMS Zone. Yesterday, I really, truly wanted Randy to give me a therapeutic spanking. That kind of medicine always seems to set my mind right, at least for a while. Unfortunately, he stayed at work so late that our daughter was home. My paddling didn't happen. This morning, I asked him to please come home at a decent hour (8pm). Our daughter was scheduled to attend a school function and wouldn't be home until at least 9pm. He promised he would return in plenty of time for what I had in mind. At work today, I was miserable. I felt as though I couldn't concentrate long enough to accomplish anything. I knew what I needed. Randy did come home on schedule. I was waiting for him in the kitchen, holding the teardrop paddle. He didn't come up from the garage as he usually does. Instead, he parked in front and walked through the front door. As he opened the door, I got up and walked into the front hall. I met him with an enthusiastic embrace just inside the door. He closed the door and then turned his attention to me. "Well, what have we here?" he said as he took the paddle from my hand. He removed my top right there in the hallway. Next, he lowered but did not remove my slacks. This exposed my bottom framed by a tiny pink thong. Randy stopped for a moment to caress my cheeks. He then grabbed the back of my bra in his left fist. He bent me forward from the waist holding me up by my bra. With his right hand, he began swatting my bottom with the paddle. The strokes came at a rapid but regular pace. Each successive whack exploded with a shocking wave of pain. He knew how much I needed a serious paddling. He didn't let me down. This was all business. After about five minutes worth of rapid fire paddling, Randy decided this portion of his mission was accomplished. I certainly couldn't argue. He lifted me up and took me in his strong arms. I was panting. There I was, in the front hall of all places, wearing nothing but a bra and a thong. My cheeks were unquestionably brilliant crimson. What a scene! After an extended lover's kiss, we gathered my clothes and headed up to our bedroom. Once there, I decided to take over for a while. I unzipped his fly and demonstrated my gratitude with my mouth. His response suggested satisfaction with my efforts. Soon after, we found ourselves beneath the sheets wrestling like newlyweds. It was just wonderful. Better yet, it was just what I needed. It's now about three hours later. My hindquarters are definitely aching. I don't mind in the least. That feeling serves as a measure of how much my husband loves me. My mind is now clear and my concentration has returned. It's a short-term solution, but that paddling did the trick. It pretty much works every time! Thank you, Randy!

Keywords: spanking, paddling, spanking stories

Poll: What's your Label?

In preparation for an upcoming Spanking 101 article on the subject, I thought it would be interesting to learn more about how you characterize your interests.

Which of these labels apply to you and/or your partner? Spanko Dominance/Submission Sadism/Masochism Master/Slave Total Power Exchange Bondage and Discipline Say what? Current Results

Bonnie's Mailbag

As I've mentioned before, many of you good readers take the time to send me e-mail. I truly appreciate all of your encouragement, praise, thoughts, and opinions. I particularly value your constructive suggestions. Many of the features you see here are in some fashion inspired by reader feedback.

I wanted to take a few minutes tonight to share some of your letters. The questions and comments below are paraphrased, but fairly representative.

Comment: I love the way your butt looks!

Response: Thank you. This is the number one e-mail topic. No kidding. I have no problem at all with guys (or women!) admiring my bottom. If I did, it wouldn't be out there. I hope these good folks will take a few minutes to check out my writing as well.

Question: Do you write your stories primarily for women?

Question: Not consciously. My stories naturally reflect my own perspective, which happens to be female and submissive. I would like to think that there is something here to appeal to spankos of either gender.

Question: Can you explain about sub-space?

Response: Great suggestion! I'll be posting a Spanking 101 article on that subject soon.

Comment: You and Randy seem ideally matched.

Response: We are indeed a good fit for one another. That's not to say that we don't have disagreements like any other couple. We can each be stubborn and hard-headed in our own ways. Over the years, though, we managed to settle some issues permanently and develop the tools to settle others as they arise. At the end of the day, we both know that we're far better together than apart. That knowledge motivates us to keep working at our relationship.

Comment: You should be a writer.

Response: (laughing) I think so too. I've made my living writing in one form or another for most of my adult life. Unfortunately, none of my professional work is nearly as much fun as what you read here.

Question: When will you post pictures of your bare ass?

Response: I created this blog primarily as an outlet for my writing. I won't categorically rule out bare skin, but it's not currently in my plans.

Comment: I love the name!

Response: Yeah, I'm fond of it too. My Bottom Smarts is a triple entendre.

Comment: I appreciate your honesty and candor.

Response: Thank you. In recounting our real life adventures, I try to share as many details as I can remember. If I can assist someone who is just starting out, I certainly want to do so. When telling the story, I often focus upon the emotional and cerebral aspects as much as the physical. The most important sex organ is truly the one we all share - the mind. It reminds me of the old saying that a man must get in my mind before he can get in my pants.

Question: I'm confused about all of the labels and acronyms like D/s, M/s, TPE, B&D, S&M, DD, and so forth. Can you talk about that?

Response: Sure. Watch for a future Spanking 101 installment. In the meantime, I wouldn't get too hung up on labels. If an activity works well for you and your partner, it doesn't much matter what it's called.

Question: May I spank you?

Response: Randy is the only spanker I require.

I guess that's enough for tonight. If you have comments or suggestions, please feel free to add your voice. If you want a response, allow me a day or two to get back to you.

I am genuinely interested in your thoughts, especially any suggestions for improving My Bottom Smarts. My goal is to create a site that is worth visiting every day.

Until we talk next time, happy spankings!

Keywords: Bonnie's mailbag

Story: So Far Away

One of my regular readers asked me if I could write a story with a stronger D/s theme. I did so, but included a little twist. I hope you enjoy it.

The chirp of the telephone broke Kim’s concentration. She knew who was calling. She knew what he wanted too.

“Hello?”

”Kim?”

“Oh. Hi Kent.”

“Hi, hon. How are you?”

“I’m OK. But it was really rainy here today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. We had a beautiful day. Did you fax those papers we discussed?”

“Um. I’m so sorry, Kent. I got busy with my errands and I didn’t get to it.”

“Kim... You agreed to send them two days ago. Last night, you promised me again. The entire deal is waiting for those memoranda of understanding. How else can I explain the importance of this task?”

“If you were here, you could spank me. But you’re two thousand miles away and you won’t be home for two whole weeks.”

“Yes, I could spank you, and I surely will when next presented with the opportunity.”

“How about if I send it tomorrow?”

An uncomfortable pause preceded Kent's next utterance. His voice was now even, but insistent. “I have a better idea. Go to your PC and watch for an e-mail from me. When you get it, follow the instructions to the letter and then call me back.”

“Uh, OK. See you later.”

“Bye.”

Kim gently snapped her phone closed and set it on the glass top coffee table. Unnerved by the sharp exchange, she sat down in front of her keyboard. She reviewed in her mind all the scenes of her day. She wondered how everything could have gone so wrong. Kent sounded upset. She didn’t want to disappoint him, and even more, she didn’t want to lose him. Their new life together had been going so well before this horrible trip tore them apart. He was just so serious.

What could this e-mail contain? Would it be the dreaded Dear Jane? Could it be somehow worse? Kim’s mind raced with dark possibilities.

Kim nervously clicked the Send/Receive button on her mail program. No mail. Five minutes passed and then ten. How could he be so cold? An e-mail?

After twelve minutes, a mail message finally appeared. It was an offer for rock bottom prices on knock-off Rolex watches. Kim banged the delete key with a huff. “Idiots,” she spoke aloud. With the spam properly dispatched, her silent vigil resumed.

At nineteen minutes, Kim at last received an e-mail from Kent. Her fingers were trembling when she clicked on it.

Dearest Kim, We cannot continue in this manner. Your conduct must change for the better beginning tonight. I don’t believe you will enjoy what is about to happen, but these steps are essential if we are to survive as a couple. I want you to get the wooden bath brush from our bedroom. Place it on the work table in the study. Next, I want you to remove all of your clothes. Kneel on the floor in front of the work table. Once you have done this, I want you to call me back using the speaker phone. Please do this right now. Thank you. Kent

It all sounded so formal to Kim. She didn’t know precisely what he had in mind, but it didn’t sound too good for her. She flirted with the idea of waiting or not following the instructions at all. In the end, she decided that this relationship was what mattered most. She collected the bath brush, quickly disrobed, and took her assigned position. Her knees felt uncomfortable against the polished hardwood floor.

Kim felt her breathing become fast and shallow as she fumbled to dial the desk phone. As soon as she heard it ringing, she switched the phone to conference mode. The synthetic ring sound echoed against the tall plaster walls. The phone rang three times without answer. Was he there? Had she taken too long? Was he playing with her head?

Ultimately, Kent picked up the phone before the fourth ring.

“Hello, dear. Did you do as I asked?”

“Yes, honey. I did.” Kim could hardly recognize the girlish squeak that came from her lips.

“All right then. Let’s begin.” Kent paused for several long seconds. “Take the brush in your hand. Do you have it now?”

A feeble “Yes,” was her only reply.

“I want you to slap your right bottom cheek with the brush. Do it now!”

Kim surely knew this was his plan, but still she was unprepared for this brusque command. She had never considered the possibility of spanking herself. It seemed just so unnatural.”

“NOW!”

Kim slapped her right buttock with the rounded rectangular head of the brush. The impact made an audible whack. It hurt.

“No, I mean HARD!”

Kim began to sob. “I can’t,” she spoke barely above a whisper. She couldn’t do this. It was all so rough. So mean. So unfeeling.

When she agreed to allow Kent to spank her, Kim envisioned it as something they would do together.

“Now listen to me, Kim. We can do this quickly and get it over or we can stretch it out. Either way, the result will be the same.

“OK,” Kim allowed, “let’s finish it then.”

“That’s better. Now, strike the right cheek.”

Kim’s response thundered through the room like a cannon shot.

“Very good. Again!”

Kim repeated the swat with similar results.

“Now, let’s go for five just like that on the other side.”

Kim sniffled and started to open her mouth to complain, but stopped short. She raised the long handled brush and complied.

“Now five back on the right.”

This was difficult. Very difficult. Kim had been spanked dozens of times before. She was quite familiar with the intense burning sensation now emanating from her posterior. But there had always been someone else to swing the implement. She didn’t want to be the spanker, especially not her own spanker.

“Try ten more hard and fast. Alternate sides as you go.” Kent’s deep voice had a commanding tone.

Kim took large breath of air and then held it. She then delivered the blistering blows just as Kent had instructed. Each one brought another wave of scorching pain. This wasn’t any fun at all.

“Five strong ones on each cheek.”

Kim longed for the recreational spankings that she and Kent practiced regularly. They weren’t cold and lonely like this. No, those spankings had a warm, human touch. She needed that contact, that connection. She needed the gentle expressions of love that always followed.

In that moment, kneeling on the cold bare floor, Kim realized what their relationship meant to her. It was something special. It was something worth preserving. She vowed to complete this session no matter what. She again raised the brush behind her and repeatedly stung her own bottom. When she finished the set, she silently awaited further instructions.

“OK, I think we’re done.”

With those words, Kim broke down and wept freely. This experience was more draining than any spanking she had ever endured. She told Kent over and over how sorry she was for messing up his negotiations.

“You didn’t mess up my negotiations. We just need those documents so we can finalize the deal.”

“What? Finalize?” Kim asked.

“Yes. As soon as we get those memoranda, we can seal this thing up, sign it, and I’ll come home tomorrow night.”

“I thought you’d be gone two more…”

“That was our worst case estimate. In fact, the process has gone very well.”

“Oh, Kent. I’ve missed you so much that I can’t even tell you.”

“I know, my sweet. Speaking of which, I am very pleased by how compliant you were this evening. I believe you’ve taken another step toward your goal of becoming more submissive.”

Kim knew he was correct. Unpleasant as the actual spanking had been, now basking in the afterglow, she felt proud of her accomplishment. She had not only taken a spanking, she had given one as well. She had completed an act which, at the start, she didn’t believe she could perform. Best of all, she had regained the favor of her man. When he returned, life would be forever different. Kim felt stronger, braver, and more open to the feelings that dwell deep inside her.

“I’d better go. See you late tomorrow night. ...and don’t forget to fax those documents.”

“Don’t worry,” said Kim, still massaging her bottom. “I won’t.”


(Don't miss the sequel, So Close Together).

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction

My Kinkiness Quotient

Kinky bastard! Grats! You're 82% kinky!

Well well well, you kinky bastard! Most likely you're into some weird shit, which is always great. Consider mailing the author of this test, and keep up the good work ;)

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 73% on kinkpoints

Link: The Kinkyness Test written by nilnisicruce on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

How I Spell R-E-L-I-E-F

I wish I had time this evening to finish the new story I'm writing, but I don't. Here's a crimson classic in the meantime.

I've certainly got a little color in my cheeks tonight. I signed on for a world class tail warming. What I got was all that and more.

Last night, I told Randy what I wanted in no uncertain terms. It had been a week since my last spanking adventure and I was, frankly, going a little nuts. Since our daughter was working until 10pm, tonight would be our opportunity to make up for lost time. As I left for work this morning, he gave me a quick swat with his hand on the back of my skirt. "That" he said, "is a down payment for later." It didn't hurt, but it definitely focused my mind on the events to come.

As usual, I arrived home a couple hours before my husband. To say he works flexible hours is an understatement. I hoped he wouldn't be too late tonight. After all, we had an appointment. As I sat and read my e-mail, my mind was clearly upon my fate. I was ready, or so I kept telling myself.

When Randy came home (a few minutes early!), he found me at the computer. I was doing a pretty lousy job of acting nonchalant. With a musical ring to his voice, Randy said, "Whooooo wants a paddling?" "I do, I do." I replied waving my hand like a fool above my head. With that, he took my hand and led me up the stairs to our bedroom.

He must have known I was in serious need because he dispensed with usual fun and games. He had me stand in front of the bed, bent at the waist. He raised my skirt, and then lowered my pantyhose and underwear. Without any delay at all, he retrieved the tear-shaped paddle from the toy drawer and positioned himself along my left side.

With the palm of his left hand situated in the small of my back, I sensed the paddle being raised in preparation for the first blow. "So, Bonnie wants a paddling?" he taunted. As he uttered the final word, he punctuated it with a powerful swat. "You really need this, don't you?" Again the paddle fell - this time upon the opposite side. If he wanted to impress me with how hard he could swing, I was impressed. Besides, everything he said was true.

He began alternating sides while maintaining an excruciatingly slow, steady pace. All the while, he reminded of my words from last night. "Do you deserve this?" (Swat!) "Yes, I do." (Swat!) After about ten minutes of this banter and batter, I was really, really hurting. But I had made a promise to myself to graciously accept all of the attention he wanted to give me. I could tell from his breathing that he was working hard. If his goal was to leave me totally drained, he succeeded. After a few more solid whacks, finally, it was over.

Without removing my clothes, Randy rolled me onto my back at the edge of the bed. My legs went straight up. He pressed his face between my thighs beneath my half-mast pantyhose. As soon as his tongue touched me, I shuddered with a sexual release that went on and on and on. After a few delightful minutes of this entertainment, he undressed me and took me right on that spot at the edge of the bed. If ever I wanted him more, I couldn't recall the occasion. Come to think of it, at that moment, I couldn't recall a lot of things! It was just fantastic!

Now he's asleep and I'm still awake. Sore doesn't begin to describe the state of my poor bottom. But what you just read is precisely what I craved. Maybe I’m crazy for wanting such a thing. But at least I can find satisfaction in my insanity.

Keywords: spanking, paddling, spanking stories

How Many Spankos?

OK, so how many spankos does it take to change a light bulb? Count with me please... That's one to give the spanking, One to take the spanking and generously share the experience in her blog, One to write a clever comment recalling a similar spanking, One to get turned on and base a sexy fictional spanking story on the account, One to write a cute poem about the implement used in the story, One to make a fun spanking quiz, One to insightfully analyze the whole spanking dynamic, One to wish she had a blog, One to wish she had a spanking, One to post an entertaining spanking poll, One to create a remarkably beautiful spanking picture, One to encourage the other incredibly talented spankos, One to speculate about spankings that were, might have been, may be again, or could someday be, And one to wonder what it was we were trying to accomplish in the first place!

You folks inspire me every day. Thank you!

Bonnie's Top Twenty: Spanking Positions

Here's a fun list. Have you tried these?

1. Over the lap at the edge of a bed or couch – This is my favorite position. The spanker sits at the edge of a bed or couch. The spankee lies face down across his lap with her bottom positioned for convenient spanking. For all over the lap positions, the best implements are short paddles, hairbrushes, or similar small toys.


2. Over the lap on a plain, armless chair – This classic position is overrated. The woman must support herself with hands and toes. This balancing act distracts from the more important matter at hand.


3. Over the lap at the center of a bed – In this variation, the spanker sits on the bed with legs extended and the spankee lies across his lap. This position works best when the spanker is positioned at the head of the bed and can lean back against a wall or headboard.


4. The Scissor – This position is identical to over the lap, except that the spanker places one leg over both of the spankee’s legs. This arrangement keeps the recipient in places and controls kicking.


5. Hands and knees – As the name suggests, the spankee is positioned upon hands and knees, typically on a bed or the floor. This position is convenient for both spanking and sex. Almost any implement can be used.


6. Standing with hands down – The spankee stands, bent over, with hands placed on a chair or bed. This classic position lends itself to the use of longer, more severe implements.


7. Standing ankle grab – The spankee stands, bent far over, with hands around her ankles. This is the traditional institutional corporal punishment stance. It stretches the bottom to make it more vulnerable. Longer, more severe implements are typically used.


8. Standing over leg – The spanker places one leg on a stool or similar platform while the spankee faces her spanker and bends over the extended thigh.


9. Standing arm around waist – The spankee faces the spanker and bends forward while the spanker’s arm encircles her waist.


10. Spoon – Most couples are very familiar with the spoon position, where the spanker lies on his side behind and parallel to the spankee. While not an ideal arrangement for spanking, it works for a few quick swats. In such close quarters, implements are impractical.


11. The Splits – This is an odd position that works surprisingly well. The spanker sits cross-legged in the center of a bed with pillows behind his back for support. The spankee then positions herself on her stomach with her legs straddling her partner. Pillows beneath her torso are helpful. Short to medium sized implements work best. Interestingly, the spanker can easily employ an implement in each hand for rapid fire spanking.


12. Kneeling – The spankee kneels on the floor or a bed, often with her hands bound overhead. This position works well for belts, straps, canes, and similar whippy implements.


13. Janeen’s kneel – The spankee kneels on the seat of a chair with her arms wrapped around the back. This position allows for almost any implement.


14. Over the back or arm of a chair or couch – This position is relatively comfortable for the spankee (aside from the obvious) because she is fully supported. Almost any implement is appropriate.


15. Lying on seat of chair – The spankee places knees on the floor and her chest on the seat of a chair. In the case of a rocking chair, the rocking motion can be utilized to enhance and intensify the spanking.


16. Diaper – OK, I hate this one. The spankee lies on her back at the edge of a bed. The spanker stands on the floor and lifts her legs into the air. The bottom is fully exposed as is every other private locale. Short implements work best.


17. Lying flat on bed, couch, or floor – The spankee lies on her stomach, typically on a bed. A common variation places the spankee’s torso atop a pile of pillows.


18. During doggy style sex – This sounds better than it is. In fact, the spanker is so close that he cannot reach the primary spanking surfaces. As a result, he ends up spanking hips and thighs instead. Many spankees dislike this type of play.


19. During woman on top sex – In contrast, this spanking and sex combination can actually work, though aim can be a challenge. The spanker typically employs a long handled implement such as a bath brush and reaches around. Since the spanker cannot see his target, he must spank by feel.


20. The tuck – The spankee assumes a low, face down crouch with knees beneath her. Because bones are exposed, this position works best with flexible leather implements.

Collect the whole set!

Keywords: spanking 101, spanking positions

New Spanko Links

I just added a number of new blog links. I must admit that I had fallen behind in this essential administrative duty.

I'm delighted to assist kindred spirits as they embark on their blogging careers. I hope you will visit these good folks. If you find something there that you like, please tell them. I know when I began this blog, I was greatly aided by several major league spanko bloggers like SpankBoss, Tracy, Patty, Aunty, Bethie, and Annie. They gave me links and praise that translated into traffic and credibility. Were it not for their kind generousity, I might have given up on blogging. Now, it's my turn to offer a boost.

Enjoy!

Quiz: Which Spanking Implement Best Suits You?

I created a new quiz. I hope you enjoy it!



The Paddle - You may be smug now, but you'll
soon be howling when wood meets flesh. In
truth, you don't despise that searing kiss
nearly as much as your wails might suggest. In
fact, handled properly, that paddle might yield
a pleasure you could learn to love.


Which Spanking Implement Best Suits You?
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Keywords: spanking quiz

How to Ask*

*Without even knowing you're asking...

Here's a story from my greatest hits collection

I had a nice day today. I worked on several little projects around the house (and even finished a couple). Then I went out in the yard to plant some bulbs. It was an uncomfortably warm afternoon, but I felt I was accomplishing a lot. As I was digging, Randy returned from the store. He came out to see what I was doing. I was very surprised when he asked me out of the blue if I needed a spanking. My answer was elusive. I hadn't even thought about it. He pointed out that when I go out into the yard wearing such a revealing outfit, I must need something. Now, I understood. I was wearing a big shirt with white lycra leggings underneath. While I was planting, Randy's favorite part of my anatomy was no doubt prominently displayed. Honestly, I hadn't even given it a thought! My lover guided me inside and right up to our bedroom. He grabbed our teardrop paddle and asked me to bend over. I could tell by the way he was touching me that he was turned-on. So I bent over. He didn't bother to lower the leggings. He applied the paddle twenty or thirty times. His technique was playful, but firm. It hurt, but only a little. All that protection is a rare luxury for me. At the conclusion of the paddling, we both had the same idea. Now the troublesome leggings came down. I soon found myself lying naked on the bed. Randy took his place beside me. Twenty fingers and four lips explored as we entangled and embraced. By the time he entered me, I was fully ready for his gift. Working above me, his body rose and fell as he delicately plucked every string of my sensibilities. The resulting chords resonated within my soul. I squeezed my eyes closed as waves of bliss overtook me. As I was flying, I felt my lover also reach paradise. Afterward, we snuggled beneath the sheets. I looked deeply into my husband’s eyes. There I saw contentment, affection, and commitment. He smiled and pulled me closer. We each whispered “I love you” before drifting off into the joy of a late afternoon nap.

I guess I hit a nerve without even trying. Next time, I plan to be far more purposeful!

Keywords: spanking, paddling, spanking stories

Survey: Spanking, Sex, and Sequence

Which of the following scenarios best describes your preferred sequence? Spanking first, then lovemaking Lovemaking first, then spanking Spanking during lovemaking Spanking before, during, and after lovemaking Why would I mix spanking and lovemaking? Love me, but please don't spank me Current Results