Friday, March 31, 2006

Spankywood Quotes


Imagine for a moment. What would popular movies have been like had they been made by dedicated spankos?

Try, for example, these quotes:
  • The Shining: "Red Rump! Red Rump!"

  • Casablanca: "Here's swinging at you, kid"

  • Love Story: "Spanking means never having to sit down"

  • Jerry Maguire: "Show me the backside!"

  • Blazing Saddles: "Paddles? We don' need no steenkin' paddles!"

  • Forrest Gump: "Spanko is as spanko does"

  • The Blues Brothers: "It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tube of KY, half a pack of condoms, I'm nude and you're carrying implements. Spank it!"

  • Hamlet: "To beat or not to beat, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and red marks of outrageous torture..."

  • The Wizard of Oz: "Pay no attention to that dom behind the curtain"

  • Jaws: "You're gonna need a bigger butt"

Yes, the movies might have been even more entertaining, at least for the MBS crowd!

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

March Mailbag


Readers like to send me questions and I like to answer them. Here's this month's mail.

Question: Do you shave your pelvic region?

Answer: Shave no. Crop yes. (No, not kind of crop!)

Question: Is there ever a time when you don't want to be spanked?

Answer: Yes, of course. Like anyone else, my moods change from day to day (and occasionally from hour to hour). Sometimes it's just not what I need or want. If Randy is determined to spank, I generally defer to his wishes. Even so, there are times when I beg off due to illness, workload, or time constraints. Our relationship is flexible enough that we can make up a spanking later with no hard feelings.

Question: Why do some of your pictures include panty lines?

Answer: I'm quite capable of editing them out, but Randy asked me to leave those lines intact. He likes that look. I wouldn't have given the subject much thought but for keen interest expressed by several readers. They seem to agree with Randy.

Question: Will Blogging 101 be a series?

Answer: I don't know. To me, it seems a bit off topic. Also, I have no doubt that there are lots of vanilla bloggers who know the subject far better than I do. But if readers really like blogging tutorials, there's certainly more I could say. Let me know what you think.

Question: How do you come up with those brunch questions?

Answer: There isn't any formula. I simply think of a relevant topic we haven't yet considered. I try to pose the question in such a way that it will generate plenty of interesting discussion. I've never been disappointed by the wide range of responses contributed.

Question: You don't show as much of yourself as some bloggers. Is there any chance that will change?

Answer: Well, I'm not likely to post a photo of my boobs, if that's what you mean! LOL

Seriously, the feedback I get from readers suggests that they want me to stay on message. In other words, they believe this blog should be about spankings, sex, bondage, submission, and kindred issues. The only time I receive constructive criticism is when I stray too far from this base. Perhaps I'll get motivated to start a vanilla blog in my spare time, but that would be a completely separate entity.

Question: Do you envy people who lack kink? Or do you pity them?

Answer: Neither. I think we are each as we are meant to be. It's not a question of good or bad, right or wrong. All of us have the opportunity to make this life rich and fulfilling. I happen to come equipped with kinkophilia, and that's just fine.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

It All Adds Up

Today's subject is arithmetic.

25 years together
X
1 spanking per week (average)
X
52 weeks per year
X
25 swats per spanking (average)
=
32,500 swats!

Is it any wonder this blog is named My Bottom Smarts?

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Just Call Me Firefly!


Here's something from my treasury. I wrote this nearly ten years ago.

Saturday is chore day at our house. It’s a chance to catch up, or at least gain ground on the week’s mess. After sleeping in delightfully late, we set about the usual household tasks – cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, laundry, dishes, bank, dry cleaner, grocery, and gas station. Together and apart, Randy and I chugged through an impressive list of duties.

After lunch, I was working in the kitchen cleaning the refrigerator. Randy was, I thought, in the basement changing the laundry. All of a sudden, I heard his voice from behind me urging me to "Stay right there!" Had it been anyone else, I wouldn't have imagined what they meant. But after twenty years with this man, I knew all too well. He liked the way I looked bending over and intended to do something about it.

I still had a bit of residual ache from the previous evening’s fun. On the other hand, a little afternoon lovemaking with my husband was unquestionably a better opportunity than cleaning the kitchen. When Randy returned, he was holding our slapper. The slapper is a small, semi-rigid leather paddle. I know from experience that a spanking with the slapper produces an intense sting and a nice rosy glow. He assumed (correctly), by my lack of protest and compliance with his previous request, that I too was ready to play.

Right there in front of the refrigerator, Randy gave me about twenty whacks over my jeans. I felt them, but they didn't hurt too much. I was tempted to continue examining items in the refrigerator, but I didn't. Without a word, two hands reached around me to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Down they came. Once again, the slapper made a determined assault upon my quickly warming posterior. This time, with only my flimsy underwear for protection, the sting was a lot more powerful. All of a sudden, the contents of the refrigerator weren't very important.

As if part of a script we both knew well, his loving fingers found their way inside the waistband of my underwear. "These panties seem to be standing between you and your spanking. We can't have that," he said as if instructing me on the finer points. With that, my last line of defense slid over my hips and downward to reveal my bare orbs. Randy paused a moment to admire the view. Then he started rubbing my bottom with his hand. It felt really pleasant, especially when his attention wandered to other nearby attractions.

I was drifting off into erotic bliss when I noticed the rubbing had stopped. Randy picked up the slapper. "Are you ready?" His words were presented as more a warning than a question. I told him to go ahead. I'd come this far. We might as well finish. Randy used an upward swing to briskly spank my lower slopes. Now this stung a lot. I could no longer keep quiet. He continued a steady pace for quite a while. When he finished, I involuntarily placed my hands over my burning cheeks. Ow! Wow! Yeow!

Randy led me, pants around my ankles, into the living room. He sat on the love seat and took me across his lap. I figured I was in for another spanking that I really didn't need at this stage. Luckily for me, all he did was rub. My, did he rub! Before long, I was over the arm of the loveseat accepting his loving contribution. His strong hands massaged and caressed my skin as he demonstrated his erotic enthusiasm. The result was a breathtaking medley of sensations. Together, we ascended to a shuddering climax.

This interlude provided a splendid afternoon break for both of us. Now, remarkably, I don't care in the least about what's in the refrigerator. I can deal with that tomorrow.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Twenty Ways to Ask

There are times when I simply want need a good spanking. Nothing else will get me to the mental/physical/emotional place I need to go. But I'd rather not ask. I know it would be much easier and Randy would gladly accommodate me. But I just don't want to have to say, "Honey, will you please spank me?" He should know.

Realistically, I recognize that men don't read minds. Nor are they very good with subtle hints. A more direct approach is required. I don't do the whole brat scene, because that's just not me. Nevertheless, a message must be sent.

Here are my top twenty ways to ask for a spanking without speaking those fateful words:
  1. Accidentally leave a paddle on the dining room table

  2. Ask if he's getting a little behind in his household chores

  3. Gripe about the pale skin on your posterior

  4. Tell him a military man called - by the name of Corporal Punishment!

  5. Hand him the strap

  6. Greet him at the door wearing only wrist cuffs

  7. Shake Shake Shake

  8. Mention that your bottom feels very cold

  9. The strategic bend-over maneuver

  10. Wish him a spanking good day

  11. Admire the belt he's wearing

  12. Send him a spanko e-mail every hour

  13. Leave a trail of discarded lingerie and toys from the front door to the bedroom

  14. Hide a hairbrush in his lunch box

  15. Arrange teddy bears in classic disciplinary positions

  16. Lie across the coffee table while he's watching TV

  17. Swat yourself a couple of times and complain you don't know how

  18. Serve his dinner with the mashed potatoes formed in the shape of female buttocks

  19. Write a sexy post about his favorite topic

  20. Two words: tight jeans

Please free to adopt any of these techniques the next time the need arises.

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Monday, March 27, 2006

Meme du Jour


Here's a cute little meme...

1) Why and how did you start your blog?

I originally created My Bottom Smarts as a showcase for my writing. I had written a good number of spanking stories, primarily recounting my adventures with Randy. I wanted to share them with the world. I thought these tales might entertain, inspire, and arouse. So I created a blog and began to post my stories.

In the beginning, if you go back and look, you'll see that I posted several of my very best stories and received not a single comment. I was throwing them out into the ether with no idea whether anyone saw them, read them, or had any opinion. I persevered and obviously it all worked out. But I really had my doubts early on. That is why I make a point of encouraging new bloggers. It's so easy to get discouraged.

2) If you have a special 'nom de blog', how did you choose it?

I don't. My mother named me after a friend. It's kind of an old-fashioned name and totally out of vogue. But it's distinctive and I think it fits me.

3) How did you come up with the name for your blog?

I actually gave it some thought. I wanted something clever, yet descriptive. I chose this name because it fits those criteria, and it's a triple entendre.

4) What things do you tend to blog about the most, and why?

Well, I guess most readers would agree that I tend to blog about spanking. It's the primary subject of this blog and my favorite topic.

5) Are there subjects you'd like to blog about, but don't, and if so, what is stopping you?

I would probably show you some other aspects of my world. The only time I get grumbles from readers is when I stray too far from my message. I do listen and I seek to give readers what they want (No, Storm, I'm not taking off my top).

6) How do you organize your blogroll/links?

I answered that question in more detail in a mailbag post a while back. But in general, I try to keep a tidy list. The title says "Blogs I Read" and they are precisely that. From time to time, I add new blogs and trim others that have become inactive. My goal is to have a manageable list of links to blogs that my readers are likely to enjoy.

7) How do you feel about the design of your blog? Are there any changes you'd like to make to it?

I settled on this basic design at the very beginning and I really haven't changed it since. It's servicable, but I see many other blogs that are more attractive. At this point, though, the white on red is part of my brand. Every time I mention the possibility of another scheme, readers tell me I shouldn't.

I am going to make one small change in the very near future. Readers will be able to participate. I'll be announcing details soon.

8) How often do you post new entries on your blog? Would you like to post more (or less) often?

I try to post every day if I can. Lately, I've been ahead of that pace. I'm concerned that with the imminent arrival of our granddaughter, I may have to be away from the blog for a while. In my twisted mind, more posts now might somehow compensate for fewer posts later. Also, when I get a good idea, I want to set it free as soon as possible.

9) How often do you read and/or comment on other blogs? How do you find new blogs to read?

I read lots of spanko, BDSM, and sex blogs. They inspire me and sometimes I inspire them. I enjoy meeting people and hearing their stories.

I love getting comments here, so I frequently leave comments on other blogs when I feel I can add to the discussion.

I find new blogs mostly by following links. I also try to visit sites that link to MBS.

10) Have you done anything special to get others to read and/or comment on your blog?

I participate in a number of directories, top lists, and Web rings. I also added my blog to every search engine I know. The purpose of these activities is to bring readers to my blog.

Once people arrive, only quality content will keep them coming back. That has been my primary focus. I seek to make MBS interesting, entertaining, and original. The SugarClick review called this a "spanking free for all." I like that characterization. I want to cover every angle of adult spanking and related issues in a positive, but realistic manner. While we're at it, we might as well have some fun as well.

Little White Lies


Hello. My name in Bonnie and I'm a liar.

For a person who considers herself to be open and honest, I tell a lot of lies. Really. I'm not talking about omitting certain personal details here on the blog. These are out and out falsehoods.

Everyday, I mislead and misinform. Take a normal Monday morning for example. When I arrive at work, I am greeted by the locals in standard fashion:

"G'morning, Bonnie. Didja do anything exciting this weekend?"

My response, alas, is factually deficient:

"No, Bob. It was pretty quiet. We mostly stuck close to home."

Had I been inclined toward honesty, I might have told dear old Bob an entirely different story:

"Exciting? OMG! First Randy tied me to the coffee table and then he beat my bottom with a leather strap until it turned bright red. I loved every minute!"

You see? The fibs just roll off my tongue. I've been lying for so long that I'm good at it. Worse yet, I walk around thinking that I'm the proverbial open book. My book, the real one, is not only closed. It's locked in a safe!

So am I a hypocrite as well as a liar? Maybe so.

My rationalization is that our community is not ready to deal with sex perverts in their midst. Now I realize that we don't do anything that isn't enjoyed by lots and lots of other couples. No doubt some of them live in our town. They just don't admit to their kinks. It's sort of like "don't ask, don't tell."

The person you see here on this blog is not the real me. It simply couldn't be, unless I chose to veer wildly off topic. But sometimes I think my blog personna is closer to the actual me than the mask I show the real life world.

I often ponder the implications of this double life. I have two sets of friends who, if I'm fortunate, will never meet. That's a shame because, excepting this spanking business, I think you'd find a lot in common.

As I sit here this morning, I possess more questions than answers. I'm not ready to be "out," but neither am I willing to change who I am. For now, I suppose, the lies must continue. But I don't have to like it.

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Sunday, March 26, 2006

MBS Word Cloud

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for March 26


Wow. That was outstanding! Thank you to everyone who contributed their thoughts to this week’s brunch. Our two questions were:

Do you have a favorite spanking implement? If so, please describe it and share why you like it.

Do you have a least favorite spanking implement? If so, please describe it and share why you dislike it.


Here are your thoughtful responses:

Rivka: My favorite is definitely just his hand. There's just nothing else like it. Intimate and warm, it can feel several different ways depending on the force. *dreamy sigh* I do like the leather belt a lot as well.

As for my least favorite, it’s the gosh-darned-stupid-hurty drumsticks. And no, I don't mean chicken legs. I mean those wood/fiberglass (depending on what type you get) things you beat on stuff with (no pun intended). It's something like a short cane, and here, it's used only for punishment purposes. OUCH!!

Lori: For me, any of our implements can be a favorite given the right mindset. If I had to choose one, I don't know if I can choose just one. LOL. Anyway, I think my top would have to be the new flogger. The flogger brings just enough pain in a lot of areas to make me float. And I love the sound.

As for the least favorite, there’s no question here. It’s the paddle and the arrow. The paddle hurts with a never ending hurt. I just hate the arrow. It is purely for Master's pleasure.

SpankedMinx: I agree with Rivka. There is nothing like the bare hand. Second place would be the belt and third at a push would be the riding crop. EH's favorite is the cane without a doubt. (Groan) Maybe I can talk him into a chicken drumstick instead ;o)

Paqster: My fave is definitely a belt, either wide, or my favorite, a braided, 1" or less wide, belt. Great things from those.

The worst is probably a plastic hairbrush. They are so stingy.

Roper: Speaking as a Dom, there's nothing quite like the cane. Everything else is a bit of a game, but when the cane comes out she knows it's serious. I can see it from the look in her eye, the change in her breathing; the whole body language is different. So my advice to any aspiring Dom is, if you want to make sure you get respect, get a cane.

Tom: Though we have several implements, I would definitely choose the hand first with the paddle as second. In our relationship, implements are supportive. The real job is done with a sound hand spanking. You can put all your energy and your whole heart into the spanking. With an implement you have to take more care to not damage the spankee's skin.

Paul: Like several others, our favourite was the hand. Having a bare and wriggling brat over my lap and being soundly spanked, was bliss, for both of us. A close second was two well oiled straps. The first was longer and quite heavy, very stingy, not a lot of thud while the second was shorter and lighter. It was kept in the car, useful for instant retribution.

The implement that I hate most is the schoolmasters birch, I've felt it, and as far as I'm concerned, it's evil and never for someone I love.

Rose: That's a tough one for me. Probably the combination that ultimately sends me begins with the hand, because it is intimate and connected to my dom. Then comes the cat and its many different sensations, including the lovely sting it causes. This is followed by the cane. The double sting of the cane and the burn is heavenly.

I'd also have to say that a good flogging, from gentle to heavy sends me reeling with bliss.

My least favorite at this point is Jefferson's crop. The leather is so stiff and it sort of pops me right back to reality.

Tigger: I'd have to say that my favorite is the spanking strop from the London Tanner! There's something so hot about getting spanked with it. Maybe it's the noise it makes, or the feel of it on my bottom, or simply the fact that it's just so wicked looking! *grin*

I have to admit that I don't have a least favorite implement in our collection. But there is one we don't have that I definitely wouldn't like to get spanked with, and that's the cane. There's just something about it that makes me uneasy!

Patricia: My favorite and the one that is used each time to start any spanking is his hand. Depending on what type of spanking session, his hands can be gentle like feather or tough as steel. My second most loved is his belt. But it’s not just any belt. This is the belt I gave him 25 years ago, the soft leather belt that has been used only for one thing. That belt.

My least favorite is the razor strop. It is old and one thicker then the newer ones of today and a bit longer. The leather is kept in good condition as it is my job to keep it oiled properly. The strop is used only for very bad things. You know, those when I go over the line several times and made a couple of return trips just in case he didn't catch me the first time spankings. When this is being used I know I will not be sitting comfortable for a several days and I will have a deep muscle soreness as well. I hate that damn strop!

Kitten: I think my favorites would have to be a tie between the lovely flogger and what we call "the gg (good girl) paddle." This paddle is black and leather on one side and soft short fuzz on the other. Both are downright yummy especially when my CD pauses to finger me. Wow, it’s warming up just thinking about it. :)

My least favorite would have to be the evil bath brush.

Cuddlybum: His hand is my favourite as well! Although the new flogger we got this weekend could be up there soon. I'll write about that elsewhere later!

My least favourite is the cane. Enough said. Although the paddle as a punishment runs a close second. But the cane, that thing's evil. Even when he doesn't try to hurt me, it bloody well does!

Jean Marie: God, I could rhapsodize about this for days. My favorite is a good girl spanking with the bare hand on my bared bottom. It’s the kind of leisurely but sound lesson that's frequently interrupted with tickles to my tush's hole and caresses of my cunt lips.

My least favorite starts out the exact same way, with a hand spanking. But there's no nonsense to this type of punishment. It's just a little harder, but a lot more brisk. When I'm reddened and repentant, I'm told to get up off his lap and bend over for the cane. If I've been really bad I'll feel more than the usual six strokes. (I once talked back and got a total of twenty-nine. Even though I was in this heavenly sub space at the time, high on adrenaline and endorphins, I couldn't think about sitting for days.)

In between those polar extremes is the strap. When used moderately, the sting becomes this engulfing warmth that brings me to the brink of climax. When used severely, it can bring me to tears quicker than Mr. Cane.

Okay, this brunch idea is cute, but all this talk has me sopping wet. How do you propose we deal with the riled up feelings?

I can think of only one solution.

Bonnie: My tastes evolve over time. Right now, my favorite implement is a small flexible leather paddle. When applied to a bare posterior, it stings like crazy. It leaves in its wake a bottom that is red in color and hot to the touch. Best of all, it doesn’t cause bruises or any serious skin damage.

My least favorite implement has to be Randy’s “Mother of All Paddles.” This paddle is a big, long, thick wooden plank with a handle. It’s more than I need, more than I want, and more than I care to think about. Fortunately, it comes out very rarely.

CeeCi: As my collection of spanking implements grows, my favorite changes. My first choice, though, will always be MoJo's hand. The range of contact he can create from fast and stinging to hard and intense leaves me blissed. When we're just goofing around, I really like the colorful plastic rulers we purchased for 18 cents each. We play name that tune as he spanks out the rhythm on my wiggling butt, or what color do I have? There are five to choose from and whether I'm right or wrong I get a stingy swat with it. The edge feels scrumptious when he drags it up the back of my thigh. My third favorite (and I never thought I'd say this because my mother disciplined me with one) is the wooden hairbrush I purchased at the dollar store.

Now my least favorite, actually our least favorite, is another purchase from the dollar store. It’s a large plastic bath brush. MoJo says it's balanced all wrong and swings like a club. I have to agree. It went 'thud' the one and only time we used it. That’s 'thud' in more ways than one!

I purchased a flogger at the adult store many months ago. It was a waste...it just caused me to laugh hysterically when we used it, but it sure looked impressive!

kk: My ass has felt the pain of many different spanking toys. Out of all of them, I would say that Master's hand is my favorite. But among the other spanking toys, the paddle is my most favorite.

My least favorite is the narrow leather crop. Every time I see the crop coming out, my whole body tightens up knowing what is to come.

The cane can be good and it can be bad. So it is in the middle of my favorite and least favorite. It all depends if I am craving for some pain on my ass or not.

Mike: My favorite implement is a hand, giving or getting nothing beats it (oh a pun?).

My least favorite is the wooden spoon. They sting like hell, and have almost no weight to them. For as mild as they seem, they are wicked.


Thanks, everyone, for another excellent discussion. See you next week!

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MBS Spanko Sunday Brunch #10


It's time again for our weekly get-together. This gathering is an opportunity for spanko friends, both old and new, to exchange ideas about our favorite topic. Please have some coffee or tea, a muffin, and anything else that looks good to you this fine morning.

Our questions for this week come to us courtesy of SmartNnaughty:

Do you have a favorite spanking implement? If so, please describe it and share why you like it.

Do you have a least favorite spanking implement? If so, please describe it and share why you dislike it.


Please contribute your thoughts in the form of a comment. Tonight, I will edit the responses and publish a summary of our discussion.

If you're lurking, consider this my personal invitation to add your voice and join in the fun. Even if you're a newbie, you're welcome here.

I look forward to reading all about your implements.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Spanko Word Find

A while back we had a spanko crossword puzzle. It seems only natural to follow that with a spanko word find.


In the grid above (click to expand), find these 35 words related to spanking:

BACKSIDEBAREBATHBRUSHBELTBENDOVER
BOARDBOTTOMBRUISEBUMCANE
CROPDIAPERDISCIPLINEFESSEEHAIRBRUSH
HOTMARKOTKOUCHPADDLE
PUNISHREARREDREVEALRUB
RUMPSEATSORESPANKINGSTRAP
SWATSWITCHTEARSWELTWHACK

The words can be arranged horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. The letters can be in either forward or reverse sequence.

For the solution, click here.

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Spanking 101: Fantasy and Reality

Fantasy can be wonderful. Any scenario our vivid imaginations can devise, no matter how improbable, can be enjoyed within the realm of fantasy. We can be our own heroes and heroines. Constraints such as time, space, money, good sense, safety, commitments, or the conventions of society need not limit our fun. In short, fantasy provides us a blank canvas upon which to paint our dreams.

Reality, in its way, can be better still. We can experience the delicious touch of skin against skin. The feelings and sensations are genuine and not always predictable. There is no substitute for burn of a leather strap as it strikes a naked bottom. Likewise, the breathless thrill of multiple orgasms cannot be adequately explained to someone who has not experienced it. This is life at its best.

Joining these two discrete worlds is a kind of Holy Grail for lovers. What if we could live our most extreme fantasies? Wouldn’t that be perfect?

Unfortunately, it’s often not quite so simple, or so perfect. First, and perhaps most importantly, it is rare for both partners to share precisely the same fantasy. Therefore, when exploring fantasies, one partner must play along for the sake of their lover. While any submissive will tell you that it can be satisfying in some situations to bury your own needs and desires to accommodate your partner, few people are willing to do so on a permanent basis. If someone simply doesn’t like spanking, for example, it’s unlikely that any amount of practice or encouragement will change their preference.

The second issue with bringing fantasies to life is the physical limitations of our flesh and blood bodies. I’ve read stories that depict a spankee receiving a thousand hard cane strokes or being whipped continuously for an hour. These activities should stay in the world of make-believe because real humans aren’t constructed to absorb that kind of abuse. No fantasy is worth the risk of permanent injury.

Similarly, fantasies, if we accept them as fact, can establish unrealistic expectations. For example, a fictional man might keep an erection for two hours despite ejaculating three or four times. At least in my experience, real men don’t last quite that long. If we measure ourselves or our partners by these benchmarks, we may find everyone involved to be inadequate.

The third problem area is societal restrictions. It might seem like the wildest idea ever to have sex on the lawn in front of city hall at noon on a weekday. Trust me. This is a bad concept. It just isn’t worth the trouble.

So must fantasy and reality remain forever separate? My answer is not necessarily. It’s quite possible to live one’s fantasies, or at least some of them.

Randy and I often engage in role playing. It allows us to step out of our usual personas and into entirely different characters. I know full well that it’s my loving husband who is flogging my bottom because we both enjoy it, but it’s fun sometimes to pretend that he’s someone else with another agenda.

Here are ten common sense guidelines for moving your spanking fantasies into reality:
  1. Talk through your plans in advance
  2. Consent by both parties is essential
  3. Set clear limits
  4. Have, use, and respect a safeword
  5. Be honest about what you can and will do
  6. Keep communication open throughout the session
  7. Start simple, stay safe, and be legal
  8. Admit when something isn’t working
  9. Remember this is just play
  10. Make it enjoyable for both partners
There are some fantasies that should never see the light of day in the real world. Others transition quite nicely. The key is knowing yourselves well enough to discern the difference.

It's been said that the most important sex organ is the one we all have between our ears. The imagination can transform a simple physical act into a wonderous sensual celebration. Fantasy plays a crucial role in a fulfilling love life. It fuels the fires of lust and libido. As with any fire, it can warm us or burn us, depending upon how we handle it.

I believe it's important to place fantasy in its proper role. As a spice, fantasy can make everything else on the menu taste better. However, when we try to serve it as a main course, we risk losing the wholesome goodness of all the other dishes.

With this balanced perspective and ongoing communication between partners, the element of fantasy can truly enrich our real world relationships.

Inspiration


My husband Randy truly needs no inspiration. He is a fountain of reasons to spank, and yet, most of time, he needs no reason at all. A while back, I foolishly encouraged him to read spanko blogs and now he's hooked. My creative colleagues provide him with lots of great ideas, all of which leave me with a very sore bottom.

Last night, Randy showed me this photo of the lovely Sierra Salem. Needless to say, shortly thereafter, I found myself bound in a similar position and receiving a very thorough going over with the strap.

It was fun, and I was totally into the experience, but it was quite painful as well. The bondage element is wonderful because it helps to put me into a submissive place where I can accept and embrace my spanking. After that, it becomes almost as though I am an interested witness to the proceedings as much as a participant. At that stage, I am clay for my lover to mold as he chooses.

I was in such a fog that I have a difficult time recalling exactly what happened next. I remember him using vibrators and giving me a hand spanking. I know we made love, but the details are sketchy (and the man who has the full story is still asleep).

The color has faded this morning, but my bottom still feels a bit tender. I was told to expect more of the same tonight, only different. Perhaps I'm crazy, but even as I sit here squirming in my seat, I find myself longing to learn what spanking adventure is next on his list...

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Friday, March 24, 2006

Quiz: What Makes Me Sexy?

OK, these are silly, but sometimes I can't resist...

What Makes You Sexy? by eva71
Name/NickName
Gender
Sexy Body Part IsYour Ass
Special Talents AreShowing off
Quiz created with MemeGen!


Hmmm... Where have I heard that before?

Milestones


I'm celebrating two milestones. Today marks the six month anniversary of this blog. In addition, this is my 200th post.

I can't say often enough or enthusiastically enough how deeply I appreciate all of the support and encouragement shown me by you, my dear readers. You are my inspiration. Your wonderful comments and e-mails are a constant source of joy. For that gift I remain most grateful.

It's been an amazing six months. I'm working to make month number seven the best yet.

For those readers who believe that I need to be vigorously spanked to commemorate all such milestone events, I can report that Randy has something of the sort planned for this weekend.

In other news, our granddaughter is due to arrive in this world any day. When the time comes, I will probably take a few days off from blogging. Please don't think I've abandoned you or given up spanking altogether (perish the thought!). I'll try to post a notice, but circumstances may prevent that.

Hugs to All
Bonnie

Thursday, March 23, 2006

My SugarClick Review


I learned today that My Bottom Smarts was recently reviewed by SugarClick. I'm delighted to report that the review was very positive and described this blog pretty accurately.

The review reveals that I am mentioned in the spanking edition of Bizarre Magazine in the UK. You might recall that I completed an extensive questionnaire for them a while back. That's very good news as well.

Needless to say, I'm delighted! My thanks go to the incomparable Magdelena for her generous words and to SugarClick for recognizing MBS.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Bonnie’s Top Ten Strangest Spanking Locales

I meant to post this list last week, but life and computer problems got in the way.

  1. The hayloft of a barn

  2. A limousine

  3. A storage locker

  4. A deserted tavern

  5. A city park

  6. Various hotel rooms

  7. The hood of the car

  8. Under a grandstand

  9. A highway rest area

  10. The beach

Yes, I've been spanked in all of these places.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

View from the Top


I was more than a little frustrated by all of the Blogger problems last weekend. My blog was a disaster and there didn’t seem to be anything I could do to fix it. In hopes of calming me down, at one point, Randy actually offered to write an article for me. Well, I don’t get that kind of proposal very often. Here’s his account of our Saturday evening.

Bon asked me to write about Saturday night’s session. Before I start, you should know that there’s only one fantastic amazing writer in this family and I’m not it. So bear with me.

Bon was having a tough day on Saturday. Real tough. This blog and all of you people are really important to her. Blogger was misbehaving and it was making her abso-fricking-lutely apeshit. Her page was messed up in a bunch of different ways for two whole days. She had lots of good advice, but no solution. Finally, after dinner, she came to me and asked for my help. At first, I though she wanted me to look at her blog. Soon, though, I figured out it was that other kind of help she needed.

I took her upstairs. I grabbed the small leather paddle and sat on the end of our bed. Without any prompting from me, Bon takes down her jeans, drops her panties, and climbs over my lap. I think I told her “I guess you do need your spanking.” She did too.

I picked out this paddle because it’s perfect for this kind of therapeutic spanking. It’s flexible and it causes plenty of redness and sting, but does no serious damage. I know I can spank her long and hard without creating cuts or bruises. She raised her butt, inviting me to spank. I sure did. Again and again. Even after I thought she would be long done, she was raising that beautiful rump in search of more. I really laid into her then. By the time I finished, her backside was bright red and I know it hurt her a lot.

After I told her I was done, she got up, unzipped me, and went to town. I know she won’t tell you this, but Bon is a genius when it comes to giving head. I never tire of it. So I guess she appreciated that spanking. I know I appreciated the effect it had on her. Before long we were nude and wrestling on the bed. We had some wild sex, ending up with her riding on top of me. I like that position because I can squeeze that gorgeous hot butt. Most of all, I love getting my hands on her delicious sweet little body.

So it was a stressful night, but it ended well. Very well. Come Sunday, she was still a tad tender in the hindquarters, but she seemed much more relaxed. I guess we can chalk it up as another spanking success story!

PS - For the record, Bonnie's butt doesn't wobble. Jiggle, yeah. But it never wobbles.

There you have it. I probably wouldn’t have told the tale quite that way, but all of the relevant facts are there. It was a fine evening.

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Poll: How Many Swats?

Approximately How Many Swats Are Generally Delivered During Your Spankings?

1 to 5
6 to 10
11 to 20
21 to 50
51 to 100
More than 100
Billions and Billions
What spankings?

Still More Silly Searches

I have to admit it. I'm hooked on goofy search engine queries. I continue to be amazed how people manage to find their way to this blog.


There's a weird symmetry to this game. I entertain my readers and they entertain me.

Didn't Kim Wilde sing about the Kids in America? I think she did. If she's a spanko, I hadn't heard about it.

I wonder what an embarrassing thong looks like. Perhaps pictures of dancing clowns?

As for the institutional diaper, we're just not even going to think about that.

Have a great week, everybody!

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch - March 19


As I had feared, Blogger quirks complicated our brunch plans. Even so, I received quite a few superb responses. I apologize to anyone who was unable to participate. Hopefully, everything will be back to normal by next week.

While I'm apologizing, I should mention that Anakin and Padme from Journey to the Darkside and Grizzly Bear from Everything Goes both polled their readers about exotic locations during the past week. If I was aware of these polls, they certainly weren't in my thoughts when I wrote this question last night. I believe this was a coincidence. But if anyone feels otherwise, then I'm sorry for that too.

Our brunch question was:

Please describe your most unusual or most memorable spanking locale. If you don't have any exotic locations to share, please tell us about your favorite fantasy location.

SmartNnaughty: Does my walk-in closet count?

Yes, of course. I enjoyed that story.

SpankedMinx: I'm not sure it's that unusual, but it was in a nature reserve. It wasn't planned either, which added to the sheer delectable naughtiness of it all. Another one that springs to mind was in my hubby’s work office. We sneaked back after hours. These for me have fond memories.

I meant to add fantasy location too! Location-wise, it's definitely an outdoorsy kind. I suppose it’s the risk of being caught with my knickers round my ankles. I think a beach or a barge would be nice (with the risk of being charged with indecent exposure removed!)

Anyway, what do you have at a brunch? Is it breakfast, lunch, or both?

It’s all of the above, and please take whatever your like.

Tom: Spanking on the beach is definitively our favorite. I love a nice warm evening when the sun is sinking into the sea. Due to our cold climate, this only happens in high summer. Afterward, a nice skinny dipping really strengthens the colour. I wish it were already summer.

Don: Most unusual place? We were driving in the foothills of the San Juan Mountains. It was a beautiful afternoon. We were both thinking about it. I saw a gate open and I turned off. The dirt road ended a short distance up on a mesa. You could see in all directions for miles. There was no one around except us and the cows. We opened the back doors of the van to enjoy the breeze and got down to business (The van has a queen bed). We got lost in ourselves and when we came to, there were several cows looking at us through the door.

Paul: I recall a spanking given to Mel, on the bare butt, on beautiful Dartmoor, in Devon, England, on a lovely summer's evening. It was finished as a good girl spanking should always be finished, before driving home to Cornwall.

Mel's favourite fantasy was as above, but in Piccadilly Circus, London, or Times Square, New York. I don't think that I could quite cope with the finishing as usual bit in those situations. LOL. :-)

Marcus: How about outside, next to the ship at the Treasure Island casino, during a performance? The sound effects were loud enough, no one actually knew about it. It certainly wasn't the hardest spanking ever, but it was a memorable location!

Padme: My most memorable spanking was locale was in Las Vegas. We were in a limo riding down the strip. I was seeing all the neon lights and being over his knee. The driver didn’t say a word.

Bonnie: Randy once paddled me in the hayloft of a barn. I had to bend over bales of straw. The occasion was one of Randy’s unconventional birthday spankings. I received the traditional one swat for every year (and I wasn’t exactly a kid).

Jeanmarie: On a vacation weekend to Chicago, we went shopping in Nordstrom's. I saw a fabulous pair of sling-backs in the shoe department that I felt I had to add to my already extensive collection. No amount of sexy suggesting, hot-breathed hinting, or pouty pleading convinced my boyfriend that the extravagant expenditure was worth it. We shopped more and I wheedled and whined. We dined and I dickered and negotiated, groused and I begged. I led him back to the coveted pair of shoes and created a brat-like scene, raising my voice and stamping my foot. He got the hint, sat, turned me over the little stool that salespeople sit on, raised my skirt, lowered my panties, and enumerated ten hard spanks to my bared bottom.

We ran off hand-in-hand feeling like a couple of horny teenagers, my outfit falling over knickers that were still down around my thighs. When I was sure that we weren't being followed by store security, I pulled him into the ladies' restroom where he took me from behind and spanked me thru the most intense orgasms I've EVER had.

P.S. He went back later and bought me the shoes and gave them to me as we were packing to leave. I thanked him with a blow job and anal sex (a treat he doesn't get often, but I was in this sub space and that made it tremendous). We tried to hurry afterwards, but still ended up missing our flight home. Before we dealt with the snooty stewardess for new tickets, my lover boy, Kyle, told me that it was all my fault. In the near-empty airport waiting area I raised my skirt and bent over and asked him to make it right. I got ten more on the seat of my flower-printed panties. The stewardess suddenly became all smiles.

So, I got two spankings in sexy, very public places that memorable weekend.

Mike: The most memorable was in an apartment in Manhattan. We were apartment / dog sitting on the Upper West Side. Two things made it particularly memorable - my wife (then girlfriend) standing naked leaning against the bay window overlooking the street while getting swats with my belt, and the comment she got from her friend that the neighbors asked that we not stay there again because we were "loud at night." Fortunately, no details of what was heard were passed on (as far as we know).

Tigger - Hmmm... I'd have to say on a cruise ship! We were up on deck late at night, standing at the railing and cuddling. Since we had the place to ourselves, my hubby decided to give me a little spanking right there in the moonlight! Not about to protest, of course, I put my hands on the railing and stuck my bottom out!

However, thinking that someone might come by at any minute, we decided to take things below deck. Hand in hand and laughing, we then hurried back to our cabin, where he gave me a very erotic spanking! It was very, very romantic!

Intricate Pieces: This one's a toughy. Once, Master and I went to dinner with another couple. After dinner, while waiting for dessert, we excused ourselves for a quick bathroom break. Instead, we slipped into a coat room and he grabbed me around my waist and got busy as I clung to some stranger’s coat to muffle the whimpers. LOL If that coat could talk!

Another time was in a canoe on the lake. Master made some silly comment, so I stood up to shake my butt at him. With one quick off center whack, the canoe went over and so did we. That one I still give him grief over.

Hmmm... I think I'm off now to go hunt for some other interesting spots in need of attention :)

Rose: I really don't have any exotic spanking locations to tell you about. But I have had this fantasy for about a year now. I have this great fantasy about being with my lover in a secluded area of Central Park. He binds me to a tree (obviously front to tree). I'm wearing a skirt with no panties. He lifts it and starts to spank, first with his hand, then goes into his handy backpack and brings out a flogger, and then our cat. After he's finished his spanking, he gives me a good fucking from behind. Then we get to go home and finish our play.


Thank you all once again for another wonderful brunch. You folks are the best!

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MBS Spanko Sunday Brunch #9


Blogger permitting, we'll try to conduct our Sunday brunch. If you are unable to post your comment, please feel free to e-mail it to me.

Welcome back, everyone! I hope you are enjoying a restful weekend.

Here is our discussion topic for this week:

Please describe your most unusual or most memorable spanking locale. If you don't have any exotic locations to share, please tell us about your favorite fantasy location.

For the record, the response "on the bottom" is not quite what we are seeking. :D

I look forward to hearing about your adventures of exploration.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Weekend of Wonder


Here’s a classic from the MBS treasury.

Shafts of brilliant morning sunlight streamed around the simple gauze curtains. My sleepy eyes opened to the gradual recognition that my dear husband and I had been sleeping in an immense bedroom far from home. This room had once been the top floor of an old boathouse. Now an inn, it was tastefully decorated with antique furniture. The ancient rough hewn timbers provided a constant reminder of the stout sailing ships to whose care this building was originally dedicated.

Randy and I were tired. The previous day’s journey had been hectic. More than once, we wondered aloud whether the effort required to spend this long weekend by the ocean might offset any joy so derived. But on this sunny Saturday morning, those thoughts seemed many miles behind us. We happily embraced, delighted at the prospect of the coming day.

We briefly toyed with the idea of early morning lovemaking, but ultimately elected to postpone those events. The warm ocean breezes called our names.

I emerged first from the four poster brass bed. As I stood in the very center of the cavernous room, I couldn’t help lifting my arms above my head and spinning slowly. The pitched ceiling was more than twenty feet above my head. We had long aspired to stay at this inn. Finally, we had made it.

I enjoyed a quick but rejuvenating shower. After I was finished, Randy took his turn. As he readied himself for the day, I began my own special preparations. I brought a red and white canvas dress for the occasion. Beneath it, I wore stockings, a garter belt, a lacy teal thong, and a matching bra. I also packed some fun strappy heels, but decided they were incompatible with the long walk we had contemplated. Those would have to wait. For once, I managed not to spoil my own secret. Randy would have to open this present himself!

When he was ready, we walked downstairs together. We had a light breakfast in the dining room of the inn and then charged out into the fresh morning air. It was a spectacular day. Only a few puffy white clouds dotted the cobalt sky. We wandered happily down the boardwalk, stopping in many of the charming shops and galleries. We examined a lot and bought a little, but mostly we savored this rare chance to spend time together unencumbered by the troubles of the world.

We eventually found our way down to the shore. There is something mesmerizing about the sound, motion, and smell of the waves. I believe there is a very primal attraction to the sea. A million generations ago, the sea was our mother. Even now, her lullaby draws us back. We hugged in the sand near the water’s edge. Randy’s hands, as they so often do, wandered southward. Upon discovering by touch what was and was not beneath my dress, he narrowed his eyes and broadened his smile. “Well, we’ll see about that,” he chortled.

Eventually, we left to find some lunch. We settled upon a small café in town. We sat outside and enjoyed tasty sandwiches on fresh baguettes. From our table, we had a lovely view of the waves crashing against massive rocks just offshore. Although there was a light breeze, the air felt clean and surprisingly warm. This was a great day.

After our late lunch, we elected to return to our room. Randy and I didn’t discuss our plan. We didn’t need to. We were both thinking the same thing and we knew it. As soon as the door closed, my lover directed me to lie face down on the bed. I complied. He removed my shoes (there’s no sense getting sand in the bed) and had me place two pillows beneath my hips. I heard him rummaging in his suitcase, presumably to assemble his collection of toys. He tied one end of a retired pair of my pantyhose to my right wrist and the other end to the bedpost. He repeated this sequence for my left wrist, and then for both ankles. When he finished, I was spread wide and securely bound to the bed. Yet, I remained incongruously clothed.

Randy quickly remedied that issue. When he lifted my dress, he gasped and I giggled. He was clearly pleased by the manner in which I framed my bottom for him. He loves the garter belt with stockings look and he considers a thong to be an open invitation to whatever depravity his twisted mind might conceive.

After several minutes of admiring and caressing my bottom, hips, and thighs, he stopped to give me a deep, open mouth kiss. At that moment, I was transformed into a vessel for his love. Randy began slapping my exposed bottom with his hand. It felt exquisite. He gradually increased the intensity while expertly spreading the warmth all over both cheeks. The sharp smacking sound generated by the forceful impact of skin upon skin echoed through the tall room. This would be a spanking to remember.

Suddenly he was gone. My husband disappeared behind me and, tightly bound as I was, I couldn’t see what he was doing. A few moments later, I heard a thwack and felt a corresponding burning sensation across both of my buttocks. Again it struck. This implement, I realized, was a cane. Randy was efficiently painting stripes across my derriere. Each blow sizzled at impact and then left behind a lovely sting. It hurt intensely, but I loved every second.

When Randy decided I was appropriately caned, he tossed the rod to the side. My punished bottom throbbed with a blazing heat. After so many years of being married to this man, I am not easily surprised. What he did next, however, was something I honestly didn’t anticipate at all. He grabbed the center of my thong and sliced it in two using his pocketknife! (Note to self: buy underwear).

Within seconds, he was pushing a lubricated vibrator into my small orifice. I was so excited by the proceedings that I had to struggle to relax. After he had inserted the buzzing device, he started to manipulate it in and out. Once I became fully acclimated, these sensations were delicious. When I thought I could take no more, he upped the ante. Randy activated a second vibrator and applied it directly to my love button. This symphony of pleasure quickly pushed me into a bouncing, frantic orgasm. It was so intense that I had to actually ask him to stop.

After I calmed down, he set me free. At his request, I knelt on the bed near the edge so he could take me from behind while standing on the floor. We both enjoyed this exchange. After a couple of minutes, he shuddered as he made his precious deposit deep within me.

I imagine there must have been a time before when I removed my clothes after lovemaking, but I can’t recall it. Once I had disrobed, I got back into bed. We snuggled beneath the covers and fell asleep together. There’s just something about fresh sea air and great sex that makes one sleepy.

The rest of the trip was somewhat less eventful, yet no less enjoyable. We drove up the coast to visit a historic site and numerous spectacular vistas. We dined on gourmet organic vegetarian fare at a restaurant in town. We played some more in the big bedroom. It was a marvelous trip and a fantastic getaway. As I’ve said before, this man definitely gives me what I need.

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Friday, March 17, 2006

More Crazy Search Words

I'm sorry this blog has been mostly unavailable lately. Blogspot is obviously very ill. Hopefully, the friendly administrators will get it all cleaned up soon.


Here are some more search terms that people used to find this blog. Most of these I expect. This is a blog about spanking, after all.

The third to the last entry is definitely wishful thinking. Storm never gives up, does he?

I call your attention to the final phrase.

Big Wobbly Bottom Spanking!

I doesn't trouble me that someone typed in those words. It bothers me only a little that the search engine sent them here. What truly bugs me is that the person liked what he or she found so much that they spent a half hour looking around and reading posts.

Apparently, they like my big wobbly bottom spankings.

        "Honey, does this dress make my bottom look wobbly?"

Wobbly indeed. Humpf!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Spanko Limericks Revisited


Those who have been reading MBS for a while might remember that I wrote some spanko limericks a while back.

In honor of St. Patty's Day, I've cooked up a couple of new ones.

There once was a pretty young bride
Who wanted no kink left untried
While tied to a chair
She had to declare
I do think my backside is fried

There once was a good wife named Kitten
With spankings this woman was smitten
Her man caned her well
She thought that was swell
It's all good except for the sittin'

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

My Blogging Smarts

(What I Learned While My Pants Were Up)

If you’re searching for hot spanko tales, keep scrolling down. This post is about blogging!

I’ve learned a lot about publishing a blog over the past several months. It’s been great fun, but it’s also plenty of work. I’ve tried whenever possible to share my insights and discoveries about spanking in the context of a committed relationship. My goal is to make the path easier for those who follow. It seems only reasonable to apply the same concept to blogging.

As with spanking, I don’t claim to be an expert, but I’ve tried a lot of different things. Accordingly, here are my forty blogging tips:
  1. The three most important ingredients for a quality blog are content, content, and content. It's not that hard to attract first time readers, but only great content will keep them coming back.

  2. Make it attractive. You want your site to be visually distinctive. People especially love pictures and graphics.

  3. Avoid using the standard templates. You don't want to blend with the crowd or appear generic. You can and should modify them to obtain a unique appearance.

  4. Use a counter and regularly analyze your counter data. If the counter you're using doesn't give detailed information, consider one that does. The counter data will tell you a lot about who is visiting and from where they came.

  5. It's all about links. If your link is on a popular page, you will get a lot of first time hits. Few big name blogs will give you a link unless you link them first. Link the blogs you would like to have link you. Choose blogs similar in topic and tone to yours. Then visit those blogs and get involved in the conversation. Beyond a valuable link, you may well find help, inspiration, and friendship as well.

  6. Check out the top shelf blogs. Notice how they do things. Look for good ideas you can adapt.

  7. Post every day or as often as you reasonably can. Readers flock to ever-changing blogs and stop visiting those that become stale.

  8. Stay on topic and on message as much as you can. It's your blog and you can write pretty much whatever you choose. However, it's good to have a single purpose that can be easily understood by first time visitors. If you want to discuss several unrelated subjects, consider multiple blogs.

  9. Share the love. Anytime someone takes the time to comment or send an e-mail, acknowledge their contribution, thank them, and send them a response.

  10. Join Technorati. If you haven't been there, it's kind of a search engine for blogs. It's based upon tags and is not very hard to implement. If you choose the right tags, it can bring in plenty of traffic.

  11. Go for the gizmos. You will find, in the right column of my blog, a bunch of little chicklets beneath a heading that reads "Twiddlies." Every one of these is an index site, top site, or web ring. If you go and register, they will send you some traffic. Some of these can be time-consuming to set up, but if you want traffic, it's probably worthwhile.

  12. Get your readers involved. People love polls, quizzes, and open questions that invite discussion. Let them be part of the blog too.

  13. Have a brand. Choose a distinctive title, tag line, font, color scheme, logo, and layout. Make it recognizable and make it uniquely your own.

  14. Register with search engines. Go to the major search engines sites and submit your blog.

  15. Look up your blog periodically on those same search engines. Know who is linking to you. Visit their blogs. Introduce yourself. Get to know them. Return the link if you like their blog.

  16. Try to learn something new every day. Use your new knowledge to make your blog better or your readers better informed.

  17. Ask for suggestions and comments. When you receive them, take them seriously. I have received numerous excellent post ideas from readers.

  18. Check your links regularly. Trim the dead or inactive ones.

  19. Learn about RSS feeds and syndication. It’s an easy way to make your blog accessible to more people.

  20. Avoid being too predictable. Change things up from time to time. Strive to surprise and delight your readers.

  21. Test your pages to ensure they look right in both Internet Explorer and Firefox.

  22. Back up your blog content, just in case.

  23. Pay it forward. Help those bloggers who are just getting started. Who knows? They may turn into a blogging superstar, or better yet, a good friend.

  24. Get involved with the informal community of bloggers. These people can provide valuable support, both personal and technical.

  25. Avoid judging people or their beliefs in all but the most extreme cases. There's generally no benefit to be derived from offending someone.

  26. Have fun. Be creative. Share yourself. Do what feels right.

  27. Talk about subjects you know.

  28. Be topical. People love news. This can be as simple as tying in the theme of a post with a holiday or popular event.

  29. Respect your readers. Their time is precious too.

  30. Explain your vision for the blog early and often. This kind of statement will help to attract and retain the kind of dedicated readers you seek.

  31. If you receive offensive comments, delete them immediately without mention.

  32. Avoid becoming too commercial. If you choose to have advertisements, that’s fine. But no one wants to visit an online billboard. Pop-up windows are especially offensive.

  33. Spell check and proofread your posts.

  34. Make it easy for people to visit and stick around. Pick a memorable name and URL. Provide navigation aids such as drop down boxes to help readers find articles of interest.

  35. Be honest with people, but not too honest. Avoid sharing details that reveal your location and identity, especially if you’re female.

  36. Be positive. Some people may demonstrate sympathy for your troubles, but few readers will stick around a blog dedicated to whining.

  37. Take one step at a time. It doesn’t make sense to promote your blog heavily until you’ve accumulated a decent sized body of work. It’s hard to take seriously a blog that has only two posts.

  38. Arrange blogging around the rest of your life, and never the reverse.

  39. Try to be nice to people. Most of them deserve it.

  40. Remember that it’s ultimately your blog. At the end of the day, you are the publisher who decides what is and is not a part of your content. As soon as you start writing your blog for other people, it becomes real work.
As I said, I’m no expert. Six months ago, I knew none of this stuff and I’m definitely still learning. However, these are the techniques that have worked for me.

If you haven't started a blog, but think you might want to try, I encourage you to take the plunge. It's very easy to begin. If you're like me, I believe you'll discover that you have quite a bit to share.

For those who already have a blog, I hope a few of these suggestions will be helpful.

Note: For more blogging tips, I have since published two more articles. You can find them here and here.

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Monday, March 13, 2006

The First Annual MBS Spanking Festival

Sometimes my imagination runs away. If you see it, please send it home.

Ladies and Gentlemen
Come One, Come All!
Step right up for the greatest entertainment experience yet seen in these parts.

I present, for your amusement and education, the first annual MBS spanking festival!

That’s right. You heard me correctly. We’re going to have a spanking festival right here in this town.
So what does one do at said spanking festival you ask me? Well, allow me to enlighten you.

We have spanking singers
We have spanking demonstrations
We have the infamous spanking booth

We have Welto the Clown and his bag of tricks
We have spanking slot machines (yes, you really can bet your ass!)
We have the finest implement crafters from far and near

Now, what about a freak show, you ask me? Heh. We’ve got freaks all right, and geeks, and plenty of cheeks too. Our side show takes place around back.

Looking for some grown-up refreshments, you say? You’ll love St. Andrew’s Pub. Just tell Ruthie you’re there to tie one on…

…And just because we don’t allow kids doesn’t mean there aren’t any rides! Let me tell you. We do the old “crack the whip” in a whole new way!

Spanking clothes, spanking toys, spanking furniture, and spanking art - It’s all right here.

Paddles, floggers, brushes, belts, straps, canes, and crops – There’s no better selection anywhere. Try before you buy.

Step right up! That’s it. Don’t push. We have plenty of tickets for everyone. That’s only five bucks a head. Your tail gets in at no extra charge. Have fun, everybody, and enjoy the festival!

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Recap: Spanko Sunday Brunch – March 12


Once again, the responses to our question about spanking rituals were superb. The participants offered a number of different and unique perspectives, yet they found much in common as well.

Roper: The most important part of the ritual is talking to her. If it's a punishment spanking (very rare), then she needs an explanation of what she's done wrong, and she needs to acknowledge that the spanking is deserved. For a fun spanking, I like to sit her on my knee first and explain why Master wants to do this, and why I think it's good for her.

SpankedMinx: Yep, I get a ritual bottom warming on days off together, holidays, and birthdays. I also get them when I return from visiting my family. This makes the four hour drive home most enjoyable. When I return home with yet more new clothes and shoes, I get spanked every time. I used to sneak in my purchases and hide them, but now leave them out, ready for my hide!

Jeanne: Our rituals are probably very common. He pulls me over his knee or his lap and then pulls my jeans and panties down first. Then, he makes me wait in anticipation for that first swat. Other times, he will lay his favorite paddles, canes and swatters out on the bed first, then put on cuffs and restraints and lay me face down on the bed. Whatever the ritual, I love them all. Nothing is more exciting than being over his knee or across his lap while I am waiting.

Marcus: Over the years, I've found some elements that stay with me no matter who I spank. The first is the part where I say, "If you do this, young lady, I'm gonna haul you over my knees for a good, sound spanking." I tend to spank in stages. I rarely ever go straight to the bare bottom. Instead, I’ll start with swats over her skirt or pants, then lift the skirt (lowering pants is more difficult, and she usually gets a few hard swats for making ME work so hard), then over the panties. Then, finally, I go for bare skin. I like to make the lady count (seems to drive them nuts). I especially do this when I use spanking implements.

SmartNnaughty: Rituals are something I want more of. MG and I haven't established very many and I find it difficult to get into the spanking without the rituals.

We have established some just because he has spanked me a number of times. When I see him sitting patiently on the edge of the bed, I think spanking even if that isn't what we are doing. I feel the urge to go and lie across his knee.

The only other ritual we have is one that I have started. When it is time, I go and kneel before him while he is sitting on the bed. I am trying to show him respect by doing this. To keep him from playing with my breasts, I usually take his hands in mine. Then I ask him if he really needs to spank me.

I am sure we will develop more rituals -- at least I hope so!

Danielle: We're using the well known rituals you've written about in a tutorial. But have some extra to add to:
  • Getting a drink from the small bottle beside our bed

  • Admiring the result in the mirror
The first one is needed because of all my "oh's" and "aah's. " The second, he loves me to share how well he did the job.

Mike: We really don't have any rituals. There are elements that we each like, like how bottoms get bared, but we don't repeat them every time. I think the one of the biggest aspects of a ritual is to build anticipation. You've been through this process before. You know where it is going without question. Even if the destination is a little different, the ritual is what links one event to a past one.

So I’m not sure we are really going to start any, but I certainly see where they fit in.

Paul: I think rituals are an affirmation of life. The other animals do it. Pair bonding, mating, and nest or den building all have their rituals. Humans do it all the time and, to me, it seems to serve the same purpose.

Whenever I passed Mel, I would caress her butt as a silent I love you. She used to wake me with a kiss, another I love you. We had a ritual to tell her that she'd earned a good girl spanking. This happened very often. Attitude adjustments were a different ritual. These included warnings. They happened two, perhaps three times, a month. Punishments were very rare. I hated them and Mel wasn't too keen either. They never occurred in the bedroom, always in the office.

Then we had the rituals of comfort, forgiveness, and closure. So much of our life is accomplished through rituals of which we are hardly aware. Yet when someone neglects them, we feel put out or irritated. I feel that our common rituals as spankos may well knit us together as a loose knit family or clan.

Tigger: I never actually considered them as rituals until reading your blog, but now I most definitely do!

First, we begin with an all-over body massage (for both of us!). Next, we review my "Reasons I Should Be Spanked List." Although we don't use spanking for discipline, this list can be "naughty" things. But most of the time, however, it simply has "good-girl" things on it since we consider spankings as rewards for good behavior. Then my hubby gets out the implement or implements he will be using. After that, he guides me over his lap, and from there, well, you get the idea! *grin*

Cuddlybum: We don't really have that many rituals. My darling tells me in his "stern, authoritative, you're in trouble" voice to go get whichever implement he wants to use on me. He generally pulls down my pants and bares my ass himself. He rarely passes my bum by without swatting it, or caressing it in some way. We ALWAYS cuddle and hug afterwards. If it’s a punishment spanking, I am told why I'm being spanked both before and after and told that the slate is wiped clean afterward. If I'm stressed, we talk a little about why I'm stressed and what we'll do to make it better or what will help me to be better able to cope.

There are kind of a lot of ritual type things there. Most of them we do without even thinking about them. They're part of what we do.

Lee: Not ever having had a relationship, I've never had any rituals. I do know myself well enough to know, however, that I don't think I'd appreciate set in stone, we do this every time, or close to every time rituals. That's not to be confused with certain elements that I like to see often. But I'm a pretty spontaneous gal, and ritual would make things more predictable.

Tom: There's always anticipation as a ritual and with that, the same kind of things other people do. But special to our spanking ritual is positioning. When the spanking is the "good girl" variety, the target is on my left hand side for obvious reasons. In case of a punishment, the exposed bum is on my right hand side.

Tom: My all time favorite ritual is having the bottom partner go out and select a predetermined number of switches with which she will be whipped. She is paddled thoroughly before she goes out on her switch hunting expedition so that she is already smarting while she selects her switches. I make it clear that if any of the switches selected are unacceptable, the unacceptable switch will be used on her until it's used up. She will then be required to go out and find two acceptable ones in its place. Once the switches are accepted by me, she is instructed by me to prepare them into switch rods by binding three switches together. She is then required to soak them in warm bath water and check on them every fifteen minutes until the appointed time for her switching arrives. Then she undresses and selects the first switch to be used on her and brings it to me. She is then firmly restrained, thoroughly paddled, and then all the switch rods are applied to her bottom until they are used up.

I've found only eight partners with whom I could actualize this (or most of this ritual), but each of them was unbelievably delicious for me. Alas, it is rare for me to identify women who want to have this be more than a once in a lifetime experience.

Bonnie: My thoughts and experiences with regard to rituals are well documented in this blog. I believe rituals provide a certain continuity within a relationship. That's not to say that a couple must always do things in precisely the same rote manner. Even when experimenting, though, it's nice to have those little touchstones. Rituals can provide welcome reassurance.

Variety may be the spice of life, but I would argue that comfortable familiarity is high in protein, nutrients, and anti-oxidants.

Pamela: Regarding Tom's ritual, I find that extremely tantalizing to read! I love the switch. I love being told to cut my own switch(es) and sometimes being required to peel and sand them. We've never combined them though. I assume soaking them makes them heavier, and have more thud(?). Having to pick the switch with an already stinging bottom sounds yummy. I have some really delicious memories of impromptu switchings while exploring nature. OK, I have a serious craving for a good switch whipping now. Maybe hubby will find one waiting for him to use on me. An invitation of sorts… ;)

Patricia: We have rituals only for bad girl spankings. For these, I am told I will get a spanking and to get ready. This means all make up off, hair in a braid (it's very long), panties down, and waiting in the corner. He decides how long I wait and which implements to use. He calls me over to him and places me over his knee/lap. All spankings start over his knee. Also, all spankings start and finish with his hand. I get warmed up by his hand, he decides what to use in addition, and then before the spanking is over, I get another dose of his hand. Generally, there is no resting in between. After the last hand spanking, I have to stand in the corner until he tells me I can get out. After that, we hug, kiss, or have sex.

Another of our rituals is that the razor strop is saved for really bad things. This strop is very old. It was his grandfather's and has been used on every female's behind in the family, including my mother-in-law.

For a good girl spanking, or one that I request, I can chose which implement is used, but he still determines how long and how hard. This is fine with me. We always end good girl spankings with the best sex ever.

He too can decide that it's time for a good girl spanking and then he choses the implement. One time, he decided that my hairbrush would make a great good girl spanking toy. I have to tell you that I will always rememeber that spanking because it was the most intense and wonderful spanking I ever got from something as evil as the hairbrush.

Rituals are important for us because they set the tone. They also let me know that this time is different than any other time I spend with my husband.

IntricatePieces: Oh my, I think rituals are one of the yummiest parts of the whole lifestyle. Master and I have several rituals established and they make me feel both secure and wrapped in Master's love, even if he has to be away. In regards to spanking, if it is a “fun” spanking, anything goes and there are no set boundaries that tie us into anything specific, other then the fact that he often makes me beg for it to continue. Yum!

As for punishment spankings, Master takes a more formal approach and the ritual is always the same. It goes something like this. I strip, retrieve the implement he requests, and kneel before him acknowledging my failure and asking for his correction. Once my “sentence” is passed, Master will tell me to "make the offer." I am to kiss the ground inches before his feet, kneel upright, kiss the implement, and then present it to him in both hands above my head. At no time during this process are my eyes to leave the floor. He will then tell me the position he wants me to assume and the spanking commences. This is typically followed by his hug and forgiveness :-)


To summarize, a majority of us practice some sort of spanking ritual, though it may not be formalized. Those who enjoy rituals find them affirming and reassuring.

Thanks again to everyone who brought their wisdom to our brunch.


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MBS Sunday Brunch #8

It's time again for our weekly brunch. I invite you to join us for a spontaneous discussion about our favorite topic. The way it works is that I will present a question and ask you to add your thoughts as comments. If you'd rather post your response on your own blog, that's perfectly fine as well. I will then summarize the responses and publish them here. If the dialogue this time is anywhere near as rich as last week, this should be fantastic.

Here's our topic: How do you feel about spanking rituals? Do you employ any in your relationship? If so, please describe them.

I now yield the floor to you, my dear readers.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Happy


This is a red letter day here at My Bottom Smarts. First, my posts were cited twice in one week by the Big Cahuna himself, SpankBoss, at the Spanking Blog. Today, I learned that my blog is listed at Jane's Guide.

I am deeply grateful and positively delighted. I would like to offer my sincere thanks to everyone who has helped me, supported me, and wished me well. Without you, this day would never have arrived.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Come with Me, Young Lady


Here’s some fun from the archives.

My husband and I don't really do discipline per se. It's too confusing. How can something I desire and enjoy be an effective punishment? Besides, Randy has no interest in judging my behavior nor would I want him to try. We have plenty of spankings for fun, spankings as foreplay, spankings as therapy, spankings to reconfirm my submission, and spankings just because. We find no need for anything more.* Nevertheless, it's fun once in a while to incorporate some of the trappings of discipline.

Our daughter departed yesterday afternoon with some friends. They were eager to finally get outside and celebrate a brief break in this relentless winter. Randy and I were equally eager. With all of the bad weather, we have had few opportunities to practice some of our noisier pastimes. Moments after she went out the door, I looked at him and he looked at me. That glance told me we both had the same idea.

"Come with me, young lady" he said. He took my hand and led me up to our bedroom. He closed the door and then turned to me. "All right, you've been sliding for quite a while now, but that comes to an end today. Drop those jeans and bend over. You're getting paddled!" Those words sent shivers through me. My sweet, loving man had been magically transformed into a stern disciplinarian.

Purposefully, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and slid them down over my hips. While I was preparing, so was he. Randy retrieved my sorority paddle. It isn't as heavy as the dreaded Mother of All Paddles, but it can deliver a powerful swat. I elected to leave my underwear in place just to see what would happen (as if I didn't already know). Since he had told me to bend over, I placed my hands on the bed.

"Oh no! You're not getting off that easy," Randy said with a serious tone. Whack! He slammed the wooden paddle against my bottom with full force. I jumped from the shock of the impact. "Get those panties down!" he barked. Quickly, I complied. He reached out and briefly touched my freshly swatted behind. "Now, get down and grab those ankles." Uh oh. Now, I knew he meant business. Again, I did as I was instructed.

So there I was, in that classic punishment pose, awaiting what was certain to be a severe paddling. I momentarily entertained thoughts of bailing out. I knew that if I asked Randy to stop he would. My determination took over. I decided I needed and deserved this paddling. I knew once it was over, that we would make love with newlywed enthusiasm. No, the pain I was about to feel was welcome. It held the key to fulfillment and intimacy.

Whack! The time for thoughtful reflection was over. My mind was now clearly focused only upon the effect the wooden paddle was having on my naked flesh. Ouch, it hurt! Randy swung the large wooden implement only about a dozen times, but the swats were very hard. I found myself gritting my teeth as the strokes mounted. Finally, I heard him toss the paddle on the bed. I started to arise, but he gently placed his hand on my back to hold me in position.

The next sound I heard was familiar and welcome. It was the buzzing made by a sex toy. I widened my stance as much as the jeans around my ankles would permit me. He caressed me with the toy as I squealed with exhilaration. My breathing was short and rapid. The paddling must have excited me, but I didn't truly realize the extent of my arousal until Randy began to touch me. My dear, loving husband had returned. With my full cooperation, he moved me to the bed. Once there, he approached me from behind and I accepted his loving gesture. He was so skillful. We fit like puzzle pieces. This was just what I required. At last, I had found delicious affirmation.

My bottom is still sore today, but it's a happy kind of ache. As long as my spirit is soaring, I don't need to sit.

*I have no desire to criticize anyone who enjoys a different lifestyle. What I describe is what works best for us.

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