Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for April 30

This week, we discussed our first adult spankings. Your responses, as you will see below, are simply amazing!

Mary: I was in graduate school and needed some enforced discipline to get the work done. I sought to avoid playing computer games and searching for spanking sites on the Internet. When graduate school started, I obtained my first computer. The whole world opened up. I started participating in a spanking listserv group. My Sir responded to me. We lived in the same town. We discussed our interests and I shared my goals. He described the punishment he felt was appropriate. This was not a romance, but an arrangement to meet a need. We arranged the meeting place and time. I was a nervous wreck, but knew I had better show up on time.

I was so scared and excited that I was almost stiff. I was really going to be spanked! The disciplinary spanking started slow, over his lap, on my skirt. Sir gradually increased the intensity, raised my skirt, and lowered my panties. Every step was respectful, with a formal air. Although having my panties pulled down was embarrassing, the formality made me feel safe. Sir sent me to the corner, scolded me for my lack of self-discipline, and I received a dose of the belt before my punishment was complete. Each progression was anxiety producing. I had never had my bare behind spanked by a near stranger before. The belt was something I had asked for, and it was as punishing as I expected. After the spanking, I felt centered and ready to focus on my studies. I wrote an “A” paper on a sore bum that afternoon.

Before we parted, as we were standing in the room, Sir straightened my skirt and blouse and remarked that I had behaved well. Then he gently kissed me. It astounded me. I was newly divorced, and had honestly not realized that I needed to be kissed as much as I needed to be spanked. (Maybe even more so) The relationship continued with disciplinary spanks and gentle kisses and nothing more for quite some time. It was so perfect for me. I would write and tell him how the experience was for me after most sessions. Sir used my words to develop our disciplinary sessions. That was six years ago. I am graduated now, from school, from discipline only to erotic spankings too, and from kisses to love making. It has been a slow and steady progression, and a whole lot of fun. His firm voice and hand are an essential element in keeping me well grounded and focused on my work. His kisses and love are intoxicating.

Master Enigma: I was in the Army in Okinawa and stumbled, literally, into a club that had some BDSM action happening. I sat and watched. Later, a lovely female approached me and asked if I was interested in anything. I was clueless so I said sure and ended up getting spanked. It was not a big thrill and I was told that I asked too many questions! But it did open my mind to this whole realm. Now I spank, and I am never spanked. But I still recall exactly what my spanking Mistress looked like and how it felt.

Pandora: It took me many years before I decided to turn my spanking fantasy into reality. My biggest fear before that first spanking was that the real thing would be a disappointment. That is something that can easily happen with fantasies.

Imagine my pleasure when I went to bed that night with my hot bottom knowing that my first real spanking wasn't the end of my fantasy. It was only the beginning and more than I could have imagined.

Danielle: My first spanking was a disaster. It took place a few decades ago. I don't even remember the exact time or place. My husband was/is a REAL spanker, being interested since childhood. I loathed spankings until last year. In March, 2005, I took note of spanking blogs on the Internet. These blogs convinced me to change my mind. At first, I became curious and began reading everything. Later, I became a willing spankee. Now I can give a spanking myself if I think my husband needs it.

Paul: It was our second date. Mel was a lovely girl and I was half in love with her already. When we met, she had a really naughty look in her eye. Right from the word go, she started to push my buttons. I really warmed her butt, then I asked her to marry me. She said yes, and we never looked back.

Rose: My first adult spanking was a year ago this past February. It was right on the heels of a year of celibacy following my cancer surgery. My sweet Sean introduced me to the world of spanking and D/s. It was a simple, over the knee spanking with only his hand. But it hurt enough for the first time. The thing I noticed as Sean spanked was that I was getting so wet and excited by the spanking. He'd stop his spanking to finger my pussy and clit. I was in heaven, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain mixed. He fucked me afterward. I found myself wanting more, much more, of this mixture of pain/pleasure and the intense feelings the spanking brought up. I was totally hooked. He was gentle, patient and pushed my limits just a tad that first night. That first spanking opened up a whole new world of sensuality for me. Since then, while I'm not with Sean any more, my arsenal of spanking implements has grown as has my desire for more intense spankings. Luckily, sweet Jefferson is more than willing to oblige my wants. Such a sweet dom!

Padme: I was sixteen when I got my first adult spanking. I was still a virgin. My boyfriend at the time and I were horsing around playing ping pong and he teased about giving me a spanking. I dared him and so he did. It definitely set the stage for further spankings. I never forgot that experience and how turned on I got over it. I finally got up the courage to tell Master Anakin about it many years later and we began our journey of spankings. :)

Tigger: This question makes me smile because my first spanking was nothing like ones my hubby gives me now. Back when he first started spanking me, we were both too new to the concept. That first spanking was nothing more than some very light pats on my bottom in between more intimate touching while I was draped over his knee.

When my hubby and I talk about that first spanking, it makes us both smile to think how much we didn't know about spanking. But we also smile because we know that that first spanking was the beginning of something incredible!

DykeGrrl: I posted a response over at my blog, Breathing In and Breathing Out.

Bonnie: My first time was with a boyfriend in high school. After weeks of futile hints, I flat out asked him to spank me. He eventually did, but it was not a particularly positive experience. This guy was unable to comprehend how a spanking could be erotic. I, on the other hand, had fantasized for years about that very topic. Had we been more mature, we might have been able to talk through our differences, but we weren’t and we didn’t.

I would much rather share the story of my first spanking with Randy. That milestone was definitely the beginning of something wonderful.

Linda: Since I was about 18 or so I have known I am sexually turned on by spanking and dominance. I accidentally ran across a “spanking magazine” and read a story about a young woman being spanked and made love to by her “Dom”. It turned me on so much that I read that story over and over again until I had almost memorized it. By the time I met my husband and married him, I had done as much reading on the subject as I could at that time (1982). I found many other forms of spanking and dominance also turned me on. Somehow, I just knew this little kink of mine was not a good thing and most people would never understand. So I decided very early on that I would just have to keep this little dirty secret to myself. And I did until…

One night about six months after my husband and I were married, we were lying in bed and talking after spending a long time making love. He pulled me close to him and looked me in the eyes.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

This was a normal routine for us, since we were young and still learning. I guess he too had insecurities that needed to be addressed, thus he asked me about my thoughts on a regular basis. As usual with me, I was afraid to actually admit that I was thinking that sex would be a whole lot better had he taken me over his lap and spanked me slowly and sensually until my bottom was red all over and hot to the touch. Instead, I answered that question as I always had.

“Nothing, just enjoying the afterglow.”

At this point, he would smile and hug me close to him and we would usually go to sleep, with me lying on his chest and his body wrapped around mine. This night, however, was not going to be the same for either of us again. He sighed heavily.

“Are you sure that’s what’s on your mind “little one?”

Those words made my stomach flutter and my sex started to throb and began to get really hot. I looked at him, studying his expression. His deep blue eyes stared a hole through me, yet he was slightly grinning at me. I looked at him for a long time before finally asking,

“What would make you ask me that again?”

He sighed again and pulled me even closer and whispered in my ear, “I think I know a naughty little girl who may need her ass spanked for not being honest with me.”

I was so stunned at his words, I actually jumped off the bed and stood there, literally shaking and staring at him. I couldn’t talk. My mouth was dry and my throat was totally constricted. His eyes began to sparkle and he broke out into a huge smile as he reached under the bed and pulled out my “collection” of books, magazines and pictures I had cut out of magazines of different spanking implements. I was so totally shocked. I felt my knees knocking and my legs become too weak to hold me up. I fell to the floor on my knees. I could feel the embarrassment flood throughout me as my whole body blushed profusely. The entire time, I asked myself how in the hell he found the box. It had been hidden back in our guest room closet where I keep the extra blankets and junk I don’t want anyone to see. My hubby had been quite busy it seems and had actually taken the time to read my material and do a little research of his own. He had decided when the time was right he would let me know. As always with this man, he took his time and made sure he fully understood. He reached over and wiped the stray lock of hair that had fallen over my eye, wrapping it around my ear. He then moved to the floor where I was kneeling and sat beside me. He held me tightly to his chest and then began to speak. He turned my face so that I was looking into his eyes.

“Baby doll” (That’s the nickname he has always used for me). “Why didn’t you tell me you were into spanking and D/s?”

I was still unable to speak and leaned my head on his shoulder. He pulled me back and made me look directly into his eyes. I saw nothing but love, and a whole lot of lust. Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally did open up and told him how turned on I get from spanking and dominance. He, in turn, opened up to me, letting me know he had never given it any thought until he stumbled across my “secret box.” He expressed a sincere desire to indulge both of us in this little kink of mine and had come up with all sorts of ideas he would like to try as well. We began our little journey that night as he pulled us both up off of the floor together and slowly turned me over his lap. He ever so lovingly spanked me until I was begging him to make love to me again. Needless to say, we slept maybe two hours that night. Nine months later our first beautiful little boy came into this world.

Thanks, everyone! Let’s do this again next week.

Keywords: spanking, first spanking, spanko, spanking brunch

Guest Post: Jean Marie's First Spanking

Jean Marie submitted this wonderful account in response to my call for first time spanking experiences. It was too lengthy for the brunch format, but too good to chop. Therefore, I now present, for your reading pleasure, Jean Marie's first adult spanking.

I was in my early years of college, in the first stages of a budding romance with the third man to know me sexually. Although considered pretty and popular, I was also shy and reserved, probably because I felt I was different, I felt I was strange; I felt sexual excitement at the thought of being punished hard.

So I was with this guy that we’ll call Ken (because I was such a perfect little Barbie), in his dorm room two floors below my identical quarters, and we’d just made love for the second time. I was deep inside myself pondering questions that consumed me; sex was good with guys, why was it so much better when I masturbated? Why did I need to fantasize the same old potent series of images where I was brusquely lectured as I was briskly bared, then turned over and SPANKED in order to have a fulfilling orgasm?

Ken, being the considerate guy that he was, and probably feeling slightly wounded that I hadn’t swooned at the sight and sensations of his prodigious cock, asked what was wrong, asked how he could make making love better for me. I remember that I so wanted to confide in him, I so wanted him just to be able to read my dirty mind, that I felt so freakish; all that I was able to do was cry while he cuddled me.

Sobbing, I told him that I ought to go. Although I loved our naked bodies together, the sublime yin and yang of his hairy-muscled one with my sleek and soft one, I got up and pulled my jeans on. He lay there with a mixed look on his face of appreciation for my body and confusion at my psyche and I felt that I might be falling in love with him, while I also felt self-revulsion at my kink.

I ran upstairs, crying harder all the time, slammed my dorm room door in frustration, pulled my jeans down and administered a sound self-spanking, hating how good the sting felt, hating that I was getting more aroused with each angry slap, wishing it were Ken whaling the tar out of my innocent butt.

I stopped, but instead of segueing to man-handling my sex with self-gratification, as was the usual consequence to man-handling my tush with self-discipline, I pulled my pants up, pulled my favorite paperback book off the shelf, and ran back downstairs.

Ken looked just as confused as when I’d left him when I thrust my well-worn copy of A Man with a Maid, Volume One into his hands. “Here, I need you to read this!” I blurted. I kissed him and ran back to my room. Would he notice that the book fell open naturally to page 72, when the man, my hero, Jack, restrains the girl, my soul sister, Alice, across a bench and beats her bared bottom with a soft riding crop? Would Ken notice the tell-tale smudges on the pages and recognize my nectar? Would he realize that he was reading my romantic roman a clef?

The next day, a Saturday, I went to a craft fair in the open-air quad of the campus. Among the knotted rope wall-hangings and tapestries was a guy selling custom-made leather goods. He made thick leather belts with a big brass ring for a buckle. The tail of the belt passed through the ring and back under itself, and was identical to the buckles on the instep of the Frye boots that Ken (and every other college guy) wore along with his bellbottoms. I bought one, along with a leather hair clip to pull my long tresses out of my face, particularly if I were having to assume a position where my head was lower than my upturned ass.

I phoned Ken nervously was soon as I got home. “I bought you a present, can I come by and give it to you later?”

“Anytime… I’m reading your book…”

“Thank you, how far have you gotten?”

“About page sixty,” Ken replied.

“It’s just getting good, please keep reading and I’ll come by later this afternoon…”

“See you then,” and he hung up.

I went to take a shower, my body fairly vibrating, my sex softly singing as I soaped it up. I paid particular attention to my round rump, scouring its smoothness with my fingernails to keep the complexion as clear as my facial cheeks, sudsing the crevice and rosebud thoroughly. You’re gonna get a lotta attention tonight, I confided to my best asset, as I patted the proud protuberance dry.

At three o’clock I couldn’t wait any longer. I was already breathing hard, so I walked the stairs extra slow. I knocked on Ken’s door, trying to quiet my racing heart.

He greeted me with book in hand. I noted that his finger was wedged between pages half way through the tome. I also noted that he had a hard-on. I kissed him passionately, the paper-bag present scrunching noisily between our bodies.

“I thought you might like this…” I said, pulling the belt from the bag as he closed the door.

Ken laid the book face down on his bed, just like I wanted to be. He smiled in recognition that the belt matched the boots he was wearing. He began to remove his macramé belt from his jeans belt-loops. I reached out and stopped him, my heart in my throat.

“I didn’t buy it for you to wear…” I struggled to whisper. Then I walked to where the book rested, undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties down in one motion, and bent over.

I’ve felt vulnerable in that position, attired similarly, hundreds of times since over the intervening years, but never more so than at that shimmering moment. As I closed my eyes in anticipation, a terrible thought flooded my mind. In the book, after Jack has whipped Alice soundly, he lubricates her rectum and has anal sex with her. I prayed that Ken knew what act I was asking for; “strap me!” I silently beseeched over and over like a mantra.

My entire consciousness was on my caboose. “Paint it crimson with a paddling,” I implored nonverbally. If he’d tried to pry my derriere apart, I’d have clenched, stood bolt upright, screamed, backed out of the room half naked. I awaited the leather to deliver me to a higher state of being, to nirvana. It seemed like I waited like that, posterior proffered, for an eternity.

Smack.

Ken came through. A moderately soft smack cracked across my butt cheeks. I held still. I got another, just as hard, or should I say soft. “Punish me, really leather me,” I prayed. “It’s so well padded there, I can take a real thrashing. God knows, I’ve used hand and hairbrush and who-knows-what-all…”

These prayers went unanswered; Ken continued to smack my tushy with maddeningly sweet little love-taps. It tingled when I wanted it to burn. It pinkened an area that I craved to be fire engine red. Still, it was better than imaginings. I didn’t keep count, but I probably received about twenty baby-swats.

If I’d been the self-actualized harlot then that I am now, I’d have parted my sex and frigged myself to a climax while getting what I so desperately desired for the first time in my adult life. Instead I just fantasized how great it’d be to actually get a good, hard belt whipping. I toyed with the idea of telling Ken that I’d stolen his present from the street vendor. Would he get incensed? Would he give it to me good as comeuppance on my up-turned arse? I just fantasized about it, squirming my thighs together out of mounting excitement, which Ken interpreted as wriggling in agony.

He dropped the belt, got some skin lotion, and rubbed a liberal amount of the cold cream into my warm flesh. I’m sure he could see my swollen lips, my juices flowing. He read the signals, undid his jeans to release his throbbing manhood.

Ken penetrated me to the hilt with one thrust, which pushed me to the brink of ecstasy. What toppled me over the edge was the sensation of his hairy flat stomach grinding against my mature, pleasantly plump bottom that was, for the very first time, alive with the joy of having just been spanked by a real, live man.

Ken wasn’t Mister Right, but he was a very competent Mr. Right Now. No matter how sweetly I pleaded or brattily I misbehaved or even rudely goaded, he never hauled off and gave me what I really wanted, a no-holds-barred, bent-over-the-knee, now you’re gonna get it young lady, spank me for all that I’m worth type of lesson. It took a long time and a lot of kissed frogs to find my Prince. But my first patty-cake strapping was memorable for the promise of unlimited potential that it held.

Perhaps I’m a little jaded now. Although my buttocks are just as soft as the day I got my first adult punishment (and I’m proud to say just the same size), perhaps I’m a bit calloused at heart. Hundreds of chastisements later, some of which pushed me past my limits of a high pain threshold, it’s been so rejuvenating to think back and recount my first time, back when I was more naïve than naughty, filled more with longing than licentiousness.

Keywords: spanking, belt spanking, first spanking, spanking stories

MBS Spanko Brunch #15

It's that time again. I invite you to fill your cup and gather your breakfast. As we do every week, we're here to talk about spankings and the role they play in our lives.

This week's question deals with your first adult spanking. Please tell us what happened. Did you consider the spanking a success? To what extent did it set the stage for later events?

I welcome your thoughts on this topic. For the sake of brevity, I suggest a response of three paragraphs or less. I'm not going to strictly enforce this limit, but if an answer is too long, I may edit for length. You can leave a comment below, send me an e-mail, or post your response on your own blog. Once everyone has offered their contribution, I will post a summary of the proceedings. I look forward to reading your stories!

Paddle Slogans Revisited

Most spankos are familiar with the novelty paddles from days gone by. They were inscribed with cute slogans such as "Heat for the Seat," "Attitude Adjuster" or "Board of Education." They were sold at tourist traps and stores along the highway. Even as a kid, I always thought these paddles were very cool.

However, a new millennium calls for some updated paddle slogans. Here are some phrases I would love to see embossed on a spanking implement:

I Bend for Blisters The Truth Hurts Light My Fire Plan 'B' Blush for the Other Cheeks Ye Olde Bottom Burner The Motivator Whack Therapy My Inspiration Magic Marker The Peacemaker OTK is A-OK Better than Arguing The Great Communicator Swing Until You Sting Sitting is Overrated My Special Reminder The Ouch Express Spanko's Delight Non-Prescription Stress Relief

I make no claim to these slogans. If any resourceful woodsmith wants to actually create and sell these awesome paddles, please use the slogans with my best wishes. After all, the world needs more spanking implements with clever slogans.

Keywords: spanking, paddle, My Bottom Smarts

Taking One for the Team

Here's a fun story from my treasury.

My husband Randy is an enthusiastic football fan. He loves the game in every form and at every level. Therefore, it came as no surprise when he announced that we were invited to join a small gathering to watch the big game. The site was the home of Frank and Joan, a couple we’ve known for many years. The game pitted our alma mater against their arch-rivals. It promised to be a fun afternoon, as long as the right team prevailed.

We’ve shared various activities with Frank and Joan since our respective kids were small. This occasion was a little bit special because Frank was showing off his brand new basement sports bar. I had heard about this huge construction project from Joan for months. This game was to be the grand unveiling.

The game started at noon, but Randy was up bright and early to watch ESPN and get psyched. I’m not quite certain how he expected to help the team by sitting in a basement and yelling at a television, but I do know that nothing good would come from asking so impertinent a question.

Around ten thirty, he wandered upstairs and into the bedroom where I was folding sheets. He was clad in school colors from head to toe. As he reminds me, fan is short for fanatic. It’s especially true in his case.

“How about a good luck spanking?” I just stared at him, unsure how best to respond.

“No, really. It’s for the team.” OK, now I was genuinely amused. He’s issued spankings based upon fragmentary logic before, but this was, by far, the goofiest concept ever. I simply had to hear the full explanation.

“Now, let me get this straight. You want to use my bottom to make a ritual sacrifice to the football gods? Is that what I just heard?”

“Um, yeah! That’s right.” By this time, we are both laughing. The sheer lunacy was somehow oddly appealing.

For lack of a better idea, I pulled off my jeans and positioned myself across Randy’s lap. I was looking forward to a playful spanking, but those hopes dimmed when Randy stretched to retrieve our dogleg hairbrush from the drawer of his bedside table. At that moment, it occurred to me that the mighty gods of the gridiron may not be so easily sated.

For the first minute or so, my dear husband rubbed the back of the wooden brush in a circular motion against my lower curves. It felt cool and smooth against my skin. Were it a different object, I might even have found the sensation to be relaxing. When the first blow struck, it was quick, though not harsh. I felt the sting rise as succeeding swats gradually increased in intensity. To his credit, Randy warmed me up slowly rather than whacking away with his usual abandon. However, within a couple of minutes, he was briskly slapping my seat and snapping his wrist to maximize the force of each impact.

By the time Randy declared the task complete, my poor bottom felt as though it was glowing. As I regained my composure, I realized how thorough this spanking had been. I vigorously rubbed my punished globes in a fruitless effort to stem the relentless pain. This was an ache that was destined to stay with me all day long.

Randy mentioned something about getting to the party and I shot him a look that strongly suggested that he wasn’t finished yet. A well executed spanking supercharges my libido as nothing else can. After so many years together, he should know this. Fortunately for both of us, he got my drift. Quickly, he was out of his authorized team logo apparel and on top of me. What transpired next was not sweet, tender, slow lovemaking. This was raunchy, hot, fast sex. I loved it. He pounded me with a quick pace and deep thrusts. Successive climaxes left me breathless. Just about the time I was ready to announce I could handle no more, my lover unleashed a shuddering completion deep within me. Wow!

We embraced on the bed for several minutes before Randy spied his clock radio. The digital display read 11:25AM. He sprang from the bed obviously concerned that we might be late. He grimaced when I told him that I wanted a shower, but allowed that it was probably not a bad idea. We took quick, efficient, separate showers. We got dressed and headed to the party.

When we arrived at Joan and Frank’s house, it was already quarter after noon. Joan answered the door. She looked harried, but was glad to see us. She said the game was just starting and directed us down the basement stairs. Frank’s home sports bar was every bit as colossal as the stories we had been hearing. It featured a semi-circular bar that faced a giant flat screen TV. It had the customary beer tap built into the bar and lots of sports memorabilia displayed on the walls. Frank welcomed us and then returned his attention to the screen for the next play. Another couple was there. We had met them before, but we didn’t know them well.

“Pull up a stool and join us,” Frank bellowed during a commercial break. He was a tall barrel-chested man with a booming voice and a thick salt-and-pepper beard. “The beer is cold and the nachos are hot. Help yourself.”

Randy was interested in the game, but almost as intrigued by the sports bar room. He complimented Frank on various aspects of the design. “What I think I like best, though, are these hardwood barstools.” He looked right at me when he said it. Sure enough, the barstools were the only seating in the room with a view of the television. They weren’t padded in any way. The top was a flat, round, hard piece of wood. These stools definitely were not designed for use by anyone whose posterior had been recently spanked with a hairbrush. When I looked back at Randy, he was grinning. I rolled my eyes and sat on a stool.

I was uncomfortable immediately upon making contact with the stool and it just became worse over time. The diameter of stool seat was considerably less than the width of my bottom. Consequently, my full weight rested directly on the sorest regions. Shifting in place didn’t help at all. A couple of times, Randy looked over at me. He may not have been snickering at my predicament, but it sure seemed as though he was.

At the beginning of the second quarter, I announced my intention to go assist Joan in the kitchen. Frank assured me that she had everything well under control, but I went upstairs anyway. In the kitchen, I discovered that Joan had just finished assembling sandwiches on a tray. She asked me if I would be willing to carry them downstairs. That wasn’t quite what I had planned, but I couldn’t decline. I ended back downstairs and again atop that infernal stool.

During the course of the game, I found numerous reasons to be anywhere but perched atop one of those hardwood barstools. I’m quite certain that Joan had more offers of assistance than she needed. The game turned out to be an exciting one. In fact, the outcome was decided on the final play. Before that play, Randy came over and whispered in my ear that he would bet me another spanking that our team would stop their opponents and win the game. I started to inquire about what I could expect if it went the other way, but I didn’t get the words out in time. Our team prevented their rivals from scoring and won the game. All three (grown) men cheered and whooped.

Later, after we returned home, we were watching some television. I was lying on the couch on my tummy. Randy was seated in the King’s chair. He looked over at me and said, “Are you ready to pay off on your bet yet?” I almost screamed “What bet?” Good sense prevailed for a change and I merely mumbled, “Yeah, right.” When he came over and sat on the floor next to couch, I wondered if he truly intended to administer a second spanking. To my relief, he merely rubbed my throbbing bottom. This felt great, despite the unavoidable soreness.

“So you don’t like Frank’s hardwood stools?”

“No, I do not.” I said with a pout.

“I’ll bet I could get him to tell me where he bought them…”

“Not interested.”

“You know, Hon, in a close game, every bit of positive karma helps.”

I was beginning to detect the genesis of a problematic tradition. “You can watch your games. Just leave my backside out of it, OK?”

“What about the really big games?”

“OK, if your team makes it to the Super Bowl, I’ll take a spanking on their behalf.”

“But they’re a college team. They can’t play in the Super Bowl.”

“Well then,” I bravely announced, “I believe we have an agreement!”

“...Until the next time you need a spanking, that is.”

All I can say is that it’s a good thing I enjoy my spankings. Otherwise, this routine might grow tedious.

Keywords: spanking, hairbrush spanking, spanking stories

Veronica Lane Review

I am delighted to announce that Veronica Lane's new review blog just published an excellent review of My Bottom Smarts.

Thank you, Veronica, and welcome to MBS!

Poll: My First Adult Spanking

My first adult spanking... Was a complete disaster Was basically a waste of time Held the promise of something better Exceeded my expectations Was amazingly hot! Is still in the future Current Results

Spanking 101: Fun!

As I tour many colorful neighborhoods of cyberspace, I occasionally encounter a blogger who views the topic of spanking with a sober, emotionless fatalism. They relate tales of habitually ungrateful spankees who must be dealt with promptly, sternly, repeatedly, and in the harshest possible manner. All sorts of unpleasant punishments are meted out in measured ritual until the unwavering scales of blind justice are once again properly balanced.

If there are real people who live this way, I wish them a lifetime of fulfillment. Most of us, however, wouldn’t be satisfied with this type of one dimensional arrangement. I know plenty of couples who employ some form of discipline spanking. But in virtually every case, that is just one component of a richer, more complex relationship.

Whether your relationship is vanilla or double chocolate hot fudge tin roof swirl, I suggest that the element of fun is essential to long term success. Laughing, joking, teasing, and playing all enhance feelings of bonding and closeness. This intimacy, in turn, fosters effective communication.

For the spanko couple, I would argue that having fun is even more important. Fortunately, it’s quite easy. The essence of humor is the juxtaposition of familiar circumstances with unlikely outcomes, or the reverse. What could be more improbable that a capable adult woman lying across her lover’s lap and being spanked like a misbehaving child? Ignoring for the moment the tremendous potential for arousal, this scenario is positively ludicrous. Isn’t it?

It’s OK. We can admit that it is a bit silly. In fact, I choose to embrace the zaniness. Spankings can be fun and they can be funny. In fact, spankings can occasionally be downright hilarious, even for the person on the receiving end. Take, for example, a substandard paddle that is simply not up to the task for which it has been selected. I can hardly contain my glee at the recognition that my well-worn posterior is superior to the implement chosen for its chastisement. Do I giggle? Oh, yeah. Do I dance? Oh course! Do I strut? You bet! Do I get spanked again with a sturdier paddle? Naturally. It’s all good fun.

A wise woman once told me that if you’re not having fun during lovemaking, you’re probably not doing it correctly. I think the same advice applies equally to adult spanking. There’s no reason why getting a sore bottom can’t be enjoyable. Like any sex act, it’s a reaffirming celebration of love, life, and coupling. A spanking can be serious if you choose to approach it that way, but that is but one of the options available.

As you plan your next recreational spanking, remember to pack the fun. You won’t be disappointed!

Words of Thanks

I examine my statistics every day. I try to figure out which features you like (spanking stories) and which you don't (oddball search strings). I follow the numbers as an indicator of when I'm doing things right and when I've missed the mark.

I receive plenty of e-mail as well. Many of you write to tell me what you like (and occasionally, what you could do without). I really welcome that feedback. It helps me to focus upon improving the blog.

Most of you, however, remain silent. That's fine with me. I have no desire to taunt or shame anyone into delurking. I have more respect for you than that. I invite you to relate to this blog on whatever terms you choose.

But I do see you.

Ashland, OH	Atlanta, GA	Brooklyn, NY
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Don't worry. I have no idea who you are, except that you visit this blog every day. For that, I am most grateful. Your regular visits inspire me to create new content that will encourage you to return tomorrow.

The most interesting statistic to me is the popularity of this blog in the United Kingdom. Almost a third of the hits to MBS come from the UK. I find that remarkable. Either the British have a disproportionately large spanko population, or I've unknowingly struck a resonant chord. I would love to hear, either here or in e-mail, how I managed to become popular over there (whatever it is, I'll try to do more).

I don't think I can say this often enough or enthusiastically enough. I truly appreciate all of your kind words and encouragement. Thank you for allowing my writing to be a small part of your lives, because all of you are a big part of mine.

Twenty Spanking Euphemisms

It's remarkable how many different ways a gal can be told that she is about to receive a spanking. Here are twenty variations I've heard at our house.

Bend over that chair It's time for a session with the hairbrush Grab your ankles Stick it out Come here, young lady It's nothing a good spanking won't fix I'll tan your hide Lie across my lap We'll just see about that, Missy Lose those panties Assume the position Drop your pants That sounds like a bottom line issue to me It's time for another lesson I need to apply some heat to your seat Get the paddle I'll have you blushing at both ends You won't be sitting comfortably tomorrow Bare your bottom Let's toast your buns

Any way you say it, when I hear these words, I can be quite certain that my posterior will be smarting soon!

Keywords: spanking, spanking words, My Bottom Smarts

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for April 23

                    
Once again, we’ve enjoyed an excellent brunch, thanks to our generous participants. I hope everyone learned something. I know I gained some new insights.

The question concerned stress relief spankings. Here are your illuminating responses:

Cuddlybum: I just asked the beloved about this. He reckons that punishment spankings are harder, fun spankings are shorter with more rubbing and stroking, but stress relief spankings go on and on until I'm all de-stressed (and to a certain extent, HE's de-stressed as well!)

Stress relief spankings help to deal with a lot of the tension that can build up over nothing specific. Sometimes, I start to feel all tetchy and too big for my skin. Afterwards, I feel sore, but I also feel relaxed and happy. The beloved reckons punishments should be short and over and done with (mind you, he's never been at the receiving end of his idea of a 'short sharp spanking!').

The stress relief spankings are a major reason why we're so strong together. They provide a safe place and time for me to fall apart. The beloved then picks me up and puts me back together afterward. Anything goes during those spankings. I don't have to think. I can just let it all out and then the air is clear and everyone's happy again. If something major comes out, we can talk about it a lot more calmly after the stress has been dealt with!

Rose: It seems that most of our spankings include stress relief. That's often my first reaction to his spankings. My emotions and stress leave my body. There are often copious tears. Then I drift into the sensations of the spankings and float off into a lovely space...

Cameo: I’m with Rose. For me and Boss, when we have time, if it's not erotic, spankings are all too often stress relief rather than disciplinary. We both need it. We will probably need it MORE once things get organized better on his end. He works very hard at his job (he works for a major telecommunications firm in the CSR dept. where they are trying to shift him to training/supervisory). I'll be a stay at home mom with three kids underfoot (two of them teenagers, and one of THOSE with medical difficulties). Boy, do I EVER need stress-busters as much as he does!

Caia: Stress relief is a big one for me. It’s probably the primary reason for spanking around here. When I get stressed (which I do too often), I take it out on Sam. So, he might not come out and say I need some stress relief, but he will spank for letting my stress affect our relationship.

Usually, if he decides I am in need of a spanking, I don't agree right away. I usually end up fighting him. So, I get my anger and stress out by fighting him, then the spanking will wash it all away, especially if it brings me to tears.

Stress relief spankings leave me feeling very peaceful and loved. If I am sore afterward, the peace can last for several days. It's a wonderful thing :)

Jean Marie: We enjoy erotic spankings, foreplay of the foremost excellence, when all the sensations are sensual and leading inexorably to sex. The sex is inevitably passionate, aerobic, exhaustive and exhausting.

He enjoys administering punishment spankings, which are abrupt, painfully severe, chastising with the hand or implement to my seat, while harsh lecturing words berate my guilty conscience.

Our relationship benefits from stress-relieving spankings. Sometimes Kyle will tell me that I deserve one, pull me over his lap then and there (and we've been in some funny and/or public places at these times). But more often than not, I'll ask for it. Sometimes this will be couched in some transgressing act such as the brat misbehaving in some obvious way. But I've also boldly pulled my pants down, stuck my bare ass in his face, and announced that I simply but profoundly need a good spanking. Kyle has never let me down, or let me up, before my karma is cleansed, my face is bathed in tears, and my butt is very red.

The BEST is when he gives me a really thorough stress-buster, first with the hand and then with the belt. He holds me afterward so securely, kissing my tears away, caressing my injured pride and smarting fanny. We just evolve from cuddling and comforting to having a warm and fuzzy fuck.

So the short answer is YES. Stress-relieving spankings differ from other forms of discipline, and are an integral part of our relationship.

Patricia: Stress relief spankings are so much a part of our spanking life. I usually ask for them, but if he feels I am being overwhelmed he will suggest a "little play time" to get me back to normal. After so many years together, I usually agree, except for those times when the stress is coming in from all over. Usually he will say something and I'll answer, "Does it look like I'm in the mood for a spanking?” This results in me being put over his knee for an attitude adjustment, but it works for us. If anyone doesn't do stress relief spanking, I suggest that today would be a nice day to start.

Padme: We definitely do stress relief spankings. Friday night is an example. I was craving a spanking really bad. Master Anakin was very tired after being up early and a long week. Nothing sexual happened. It was just a few cane strokes and a nice stress relief spanking so we could both sleep better. He told me that it helps him to release the stress by spanking my ass.

I find if I haven't had a spanking in a week, I start to crave one to relief the stress that builds up.

Some spankings are discipline. Some are erotic. Some are fun. And some are just like Friday – stress relief spankings.

Bonnie: I liked the comments by Cuddlybum, Cameo, Padme, and Paul about stress relief spankings benefiting both partners. That’s been our experience too.

I normally deal with stress pretty effectively, but once in a while I just go into overload. When this happens, Randy suggests spanking therapy. As Patricia said, I generally agree. Regardless of how we get there, we find these stress relief spankings to be very beneficial.

For more thoughts, please see my Spanking 101 post.

Marie: In the end, all spankings relieve stress for me. Punishment spankings usually start out sharp, with no warm up. But when I have been mostly good, but maybe a little grumpy, he knows I need to be spanked to relieve the stress before I turn into a real brat. Then the spanking starts out slow and warm as an over his knee hand spanking. My panties even stay up at first. Eventually we move on to the bare and use the paddle and maybe even the belt. I am spared the cane. I hate it and I get it only when I am being punished.

Tigger: We do use stress relief spankings! In fact, I needed one just the other morning. I don't know what it was, but I just needed a spanking when I woke up. Of course, weekday mornings can be a little hectic, but while we were having breakfast, I mentioned to my hubby that I needed a spanking. I thought he'd say that he'll keep that in mind and give me one that night, like he usually does. But he surprised me by telling me to go into the bedroom and bend over the bed after we finished eating breakfast.

In the bedroom, I got another surprise. He took out our big sorority-style paddle, and my eyes went a little wide at that and my pulse skipped a beat too! I got twenty-five good smacks with the paddle, after which my bottom was all hot and stinging pleasantly. I jumped up and gave him a big hug and a sexy kiss. I sooo needed that spanking! *sigh*

I'm not sure how they really differ from other spankings he gives me, other than they're not necessarily always erotic. But stress relief spankings definitely do wonders for me, I can tell you that! After one, I feel completely and totally relaxed, and way less stressed than I did before!

Paul: Stress relief spankings are an important part of any spanko couple’s program. They don't always end with sex, though mostly. They’re not as severe as punishment, though often longer and harder than attitude adjustment spankings. Stress relief spankings, finally and best, offer relief for both partners. After all, stress can be very contagious.

Thanks, everyone! See you next week!

Keywords: spanking, stress relief spanking, spanko, spanking brunch

MBS Spanko Brunch #14

Welcome back, everyone, to our Spanko Sunday Brunch. Feel free to grab a cup of coffee or a glass of juice. I encourage you to taste anything that looks appealing. There are no assigned seats, so mingle as much as you please.

We're here today to talk about spanking in the context of adult relationships. Specifically, our question of the week involves the use of stress relief spankings.

Do you employ stress relief spankings in your relationship? If so, how do they differ from other spankings, and what benefits do you derive from them?

You can respond by adding a comment below, sending me an e-mail, or by posting your answer on your own blog.

Thanks in advance for sharing your wisdom and experience.

Quiz: My Kink Quotient

Kink Genius You scored 128 On the Kink Quotient Quiz!

105 - 140 If you've scored at the very high end of this range, you are probably already immersed in a BDSM lifestyle. Even if you've never shared your kinks with anyone but your life partner, you have few inhibitions when it comes to sexual experimentation. You place personal sexual happiness above what you perceive as playing by other peoples rules. For this reason, you don't judge others for whatever it is that turns them on. You see yourself as an enlightened, progressive individual for whom a varied erotic life is essential ingredient of personal happiness. You like to read about sex of all kinds, and enjoy erotica and pornography. Even if you don't share or understand a particular turn-on, you're willing to try it if the circumstances (or partners) are right. In purely clinical terms, and according to the standards established by the American Psychiatric Association, you would be classified (depending upon your specific interests) as either a fetishist or a sadomasochist.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 61% on Kink Quotient

Link: The Kink Quotient Test written by madmissfox on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

What I find extremely encouraging is the fact that 39% of women my age are even kinkier than I am. That sure gives me a different perspective!

My Favorite, Hands Down

It’s been a tough week for Randy and me. We both felt tired, overworked, and under the weather. We had a spanking date last night and we were both determined to keep it in spite of all of life’s distractions. These sessions renew and reinforce the bonds between us.

After dinner, Randy took me upstairs to our bedroom. At his instruction, I removed all of my clothing. I then laid face down across his lap as he sat at the edge of our bed. The spanking he delivered was slow, deliberate, and enjoyable. He used only his hand, but that was quite sufficient.

My lover talked as he spanked. He gave me a good dose of my own medicine by conducting a Spanking 101 clinic right there on my bottom.

“Now, you see, when I hold my hand stiff with fingers together, it works very much like a paddle.”

Needless to say, he demonstrated this technique with great gusto.

“I can also splay the fingers and allow them to be slightly more flexible. This creates a tawse-like effect.”

After another demonstration, he felt it necessary to describe the beautiful hand prints he was painting on my posterior.

“If I cup my hand like this, I can make a really cool smacking sound.”

…And so it did.

“When I use an upward swing, like so, it really targets your sit spots. You’ll feel these later.”

I had no doubt he spoke the truth.

“Now for the fun part. Now that you’re good and red, I can deliver a hard swat, and then squeeze the flesh I just punished. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Good” wouldn’t have been the first word that came to mind, but this was a fun session. So I agreed.

He continued to chat and spank for quite a while longer. There were many more demonstrations, but these are the ones I recall. His point was that the hand is too often dismissed by experienced spankos. It is, in fact, a deliciously versatile spanking implement ideally suited to erotic spankings.

By the time he decided I was done, I felt very warm and very ready for the next phase. Soon after, we found ourselves under the covers and luxuriating in the joys of slow, passionate lovemaking. It was wonderful to physically reconnect after this long, miserable week.

This morning, I feel upbeat and re-energized. Today’s agenda includes planting flowers and I’m motivated to get started. It’s going to be a fine day.

Keywords: spanking, hand spanking, spanking techniques, spanking stories

Search Word Bingo

As you've probably deduced, I find search terms to be a tremendous source of amusement. I hope I entertain my readers, because you good folks amaze and amuse me. See what I mean...



OK, my bottom is undeniably round. But juicy? That word sounds more applicable to a rump roast than a roasted rump.



Spanking follies? I love that. I'm picturing a spanko blooper reel. The spanker lifts his paddle high into the air in preparation for a momentous swat. Suddenly, the implement slips from his grasp and goes flying out an open window!

I couldn't help but notice the "butt spankings for married couples in foreplay." Yes, butt spankings are my favorite kind too. Apparently, this reader doesn't even want to think about the possibility of pre-marital spanking.

As for the "world's most spankable bottom," it's not likely to be found on this blog. I'm not sure I would even want to possess that bottom. I have to imagine everyone would want a take a whack at it.



I like the "bare bottom blistered belt whipping stories." I don't even want to know what one would have to do with a belt to give it a blister.

OK, "spanking on hips" is simply evil. I've taken my share of shots over there, but those were collateral damage. Whipping hips on purpose is unkind in the extreme.

For the "hairbrush spanking over girdle," I'm always surprised by how specialized people's kinks can be.

Please keep on searching. Not only do I enjoy a good laugh, it provides material for the blog.

Tagged by Cuddlybum

OK, I'll play along.

Twenty years ago, I...

• Sent our daughter to school
• Made my living doing freelance writing
• Was a closet spanko

Ten years ago, I...

• Was a band mom
• Started working out again
• Worked in the corporate world

Five years ago, I...

• Spent a lot of money on college
• Had an emergency appendectomy
• Joined Internet spanking forums

Three years ago, I...

• Attended several excellent theater festivals
• Worked as a technical writer
• Enjoyed being an empty nester

One year ago, I...

• Bought a new car
• Wrote lots of spanking stories
• Thought about getting into blogging

So far this year, I...

• Became a grandmother
• Managed a spanko blog
• Received an award at work

Yesterday, I...

• Struggled to get over a nasty cold
• Worked on a new Spanking 101 post
• Received a cyber-spanking

Today, I...

• Had chicken soup for lunch
• Posted the aforementioned Spanking 101 article
• Still can't shake the remnants of that cold

Tomorrow, I...

• Will spend the day stuck in the office
• Could be in for a real spanking
• Will buy flowers to plant on Saturday

In the next year I...

• Want to take a big vacation
• Seek to reduce the time spent doing things I don't enjoy
• Desire to become a better person, woman, wife, lover, partner, friend, spanko, confidant, blogger, mother, and grandmother

Spanking 101: Stress Relief

Life is stressful. For most of us, there’s simply no escaping that reality. All of us sometimes find ourselves with too much work and too little time. Shortcuts are taken. Mistakes are made. Misunderstandings occur. The result is a feeling of overwhelming anxiety. At this stage, even minor events can loom large.

When these kinds of troubles arise, successful people find a way to work through them. Some exercise at a gym. Some run. Others escape with a book, a movie, or even a vacation. In all of these cases, the key elements are to step away from the stressful situation and channel nervous energy in a more productive direction. At our house, we use spanking as a means of stress relief.

I have a great job and, most days, I love it. However, I work with people who have a remarkable ability to drive me crazy. If I’m already feeling emotionally sensitive, even small comments can push me over the edge. Rather than scream at a thoughtless boor, I choose to bring my problem home. My dear husband, Randy, has a wonderful treatment that drains the stress from my body.

A well executed stress relief spanking is loving, but not necessarily erotic. It’s harsh, but not punitive. Although any position can be used, Randy most often likes to bend me over the back of the couch. He claims there are fewer distractions than with the classic OTK position, thus allowing both of us to concentrate fully upon the matter at hand. He tends to spank with a wooden paddle or hairbrush. He believes that the jarring impact of a rigid implement is the most effective method for breaking through my resistance. A stress relief spanking is, by necessity, very hard and very painful. At these times, I find that I can accept far more punishment that in most other scenarios. My bottom is often sore for a couple of days afterward. Nevertheless, I am most grateful for my stress relief spankings. I really need them once in a while. They restore balance, sanity, and perspective. I think of it as rebooting my emotions.

For Randy and me, a stress relief spanking is generally followed by intercourse. Even so, the actual spanking doesn’t seem much like a turn-on at the time. Once the proceedings are concluded, however, I inevitably find myself very much in the mood for lovemaking. If the purpose of the spanking is to clear the chaos, the sex that follows serves to re-establish order.

For at least a day or so, I feel considerably lighter, happier, more relaxed, and less burdened. My challenges remain the same, but I am more focused. I am also more cooperative and communicative as well.

Stress relief spankings obviously aren’t for everyone. Similarly, there are many problems simply cannot be resolved through spanking. But if you’re a spanko who battles stress, this might be just the remedy you need.

Inspirational Poster

This concept was borrowed from Tracy.



Keywords: spanking, spanking humor, My Bottom Smarts

Story: Rock and Roll

“Are you going to be ready on time?” The tone of Curt’s voice through the telephone made his question sound more like a command.

“Yes, of course. What time is the concert?”

“It’s eight o’clock, but we planned to get some dinner first. Remember?”

“Oh yeah.” In fact, Jen didn’t remember, but she chose not to admit that.

”I’ll pick you at six sharp. Be ready, OK?” Again, his question was posed more as an instruction.

“OK.”

After exchanging goodbyes, Jen hung up the phone. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It read 4:37PM. She decided she could nap for a half hour and still have plenty of time to shower, dress, and prepare for the concert. Her pillow was cool and the covers were warm. Almost instantly, she drifted off.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Jen awoke to the jarring rap of an insistent knock upon her front door. She gasped as her head spun around to see that the clock now read 6:03PM. How could she have overslept? What would she tell Curt? What would he do?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Now energized by shock and dread, she sprang from the bed and headed toward the source of the pounding. She desperately sought to reach the door before he began to pound again.

Jen unlocked the door and quickly pulled it open. There stood her man. Curt looked sexy and handsome. Wearing blue jeans, black boots, a wide leather belt, and a black Mustangs tour shirt, he was dressed for a rock and roll night on the town. A grinning face would have finished the scene, but Curt was clearly not smiling.

“I thought we agreed that you would be ready at six.”

At that moment, Jen felt rather self-conscious in her robe. She invited him in as she fumbled for a proper alibi.

“I, but. I’m not… Let me get ready really quickly.”

Curt said not another word. He just stared at her. Jen interpreted his silence as acknowledgement and zipped to her bedroom. She was tossing one set of clothes even as she was pulling on a second outfit. Her thoughts were no less chaotic. “He’s going to spank me,” she guessed. “I suppose I deserve a spanking, but it’s really not fair.” Her worries intensified as she brushed her hair and applied makeup. When she decided that her look was right for a rock concert, she literally ran back out into the living room.

Curt was seated in the middle of the couch. He hadn’t turned on the television. Nor had he grabbed a magazine from the coffee table. He was simply waiting, and he didn’t appear particularly patient. Upon seeing Jen, Curt arose from the couch and started for the door.

“Hold on, honey.” Jen pleaded. “I have to get my purse.” Looking more annoyed than ever, Curt stood by the door. After a couple of minutes of sorting through the contents of her purse, Jen finally declared herself ready to go. Silently, the pair strode down the driveway and climbed into Curt’s truck parked by the curb.

After about ten minutes of driving, Curt said, “We haven’t time to eat at Hastings’ as I had planned, but I know a diner that is on the way to the arena.” Jen felt bad that she had ruined their dinner plans. She started to apologize, but Curt shot her a look that said, “Don’t bother.” She truly hoped the evening could be somehow salvaged.

The diner was adequate. The food proved to be pedestrian, but the waitress was swift, attentive, and pleasant. As Curt paid the check, he glanced at his watch. It was now seven thirty. He grimaced, pocketed his change, and headed for the truck. Jen hurried to keep pace.

As they approached the arena, it became clear that most of the nearby parking lots were full. Eventually, Curt found an open lot, but it was six blocks from their destination. By the time they reached the arena, it was already quarter after eight. The couple passed through the security checkpoint and the arena gates without exchanging a word.

As the show began, Curt led Jen by the hand down onto the floor of the arena. Their seats were in row M in the front of the stage. The music was loud, the crowd was chaotic, and the flashing lights were disorienting. As a result, two songs were complete when they reached their seats.

The Mustangs began the show with several of their most popular songs and the appreciative crowd cheered enthusiastically. Jen discovered that her seat was a flimsy vinyl and aluminum folding chair. No one she could see was actually sitting however. Everyone was standing and many actually stood on top of their rickety chairs. She couldn’t see the band or anything else from behind the tall people standing in front. She considered standing on the chair, but that looked very unsafe.

Curt, being a full foot taller than his partner had no trouble seeing and enjoying the show. Any disappointment about missing part of the show appeared to disappear as he clapped along with the beat. Jen suddenly felt claustrophobic and alone within this ocean of humanity. She snuggled up against Curt in hopes of gaining his protection.

Curt instinctively pulled her close. Jen’s head nestled against his strong chest. Perhaps, she thought, all was now forgiven. That notion, however, was quickly dispelled. Curt’s left arm encircled her back while his right hand began a rhythmic assault on her bottom. Jen simply didn’t know what to think. He was actually giving her a real spanking in the midst of 20,000 people! Stranger still, no one appeared to notice.

Thanks to the amplified sounds of the band, even the participants couldn’t hear the sounds generated as Curt’s hard palm repeatedly impacted against the seat of Jen’s jeans. Jen was no stranger to spankings. In the eighteen months she had been dating Curt, he had spanked her several dozen times. In fact, he even kept a paddle at her house for those occasions when stronger persuasion was required. This time, though, no implement was needed. This simple hand spanking went on and on in time with the blaring music. After she overcame her initial dismay, she began to become increasingly enamored with the growing heat emanating from her posterior. The sheer brazenness of the act spoke to her secret, long-repressed exhibitionist fantasies.

As the concert continued, so did the spanking. Once, Jen thought she heard someone nearby say something that sounded like, “what a cool chick!” Maybe they noticed, she thought, and maybe they didn’t. It was dark in the arena, except for the lights surrounding the stage. It’s possible, even in this roiling soup of bouncing bodies, that their spanking was inconspicuous.

When the concert was over, the tired but satisfied crowd filed out of the sports pavilion. At Curt’s insistence, he and Jen stayed behind. Within ten minutes, the arena was empty, except for security guards, ushers, cleaning crews, and roadies. Curt sat in his seat for the first time all evening. He gestured to Jen to join him. She took a step back and said “Not here!” His strong arm reached out, grabbed her forearm, and forcefully placed her on his lap. To Jen’s surprise, she was not bent across his legs in preparation for a second spanking. She was instead sitting upright as he held her tightly in his arms.

“I hope you learned a lesson tonight.”

“Don’t be late?”

“Yeah, that’s the lesson.”

“Do you know what else I learned?”

“What’s that?”

“I learned that no one gives better spankings than you. I can’t even describe how completely turned on I am right now.”

“Do we need to do something about that?”

“Uh huh.”

The lovers stood up and departed the sports arena hand in hand. What began as an evening doused with anger and frustration concluded as a night awash with passion and desire. They would long remember the spanking they once shared with 20,000 of their closest friends.

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction

Say It!

Say it for me tonight Say it clearly now Say it cuz it's so right Say it with a pow Say it like a strong man Say it cuz it's true Say it with a good tan Say it through and through Say it with your leather Say it o'er your knee Say it on my nether Say it just for me Say it for us always Say it far and near Say it all of our days Say it on my rear Say it again sweetly Say it with a swat Say it very neatly Say it nice and hot

Please?

Keywords: spanking, spanking poetry, spanko

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for April 16

Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy Equinox, or whichever flavor of Happy you choose to celebrate today.

Our brunch discussion topic was the inclusion of sports and games into couples’ spanking routines (or vice versa!). I chose this question because of the enthusiastic reaction I received to the Trivial Pursuit story. I figured this question might strike a resonant chord. Obviously, I had no idea how resonant. As you can see, the responses were terrific.


Jade: When my beau and I go to a hockey game, I get spanked for every goal the other team scores, and for each minute one of our players spends in the penalty box. He says it's my fault for not cheering loudly enough! ;-)

kk: Football season is when I get extra points (swats). If my team wins the points are doubled. If they won by 10 then I will get 20 swats.
If they lose by 10 then I will get 10. When they are on a winning streak my ass gets a lot of attention. But I love the game.

Jean Marie: Years ago, as I moved in with my present boyfriend, I noticed that he had an English cane in his closet. I told him that I feared the implement, valued the unblemished complexion of my bottom cheeks, and wanted his promise that he'd only use the cane on me if I was REALLY bad.

The very next weekend, Kyle was watching a golf tournament on TV, and every golf stroke sounded like a cane whistling through the air. It got me so hot, I retired to the bedroom, and got naked and masturbated to a phenomenal series of orgasms, fantasizing that my deserving butt was being caned. Apparently I was pretty vocal, because Kyle caught me, told me that I was very bad for having sex without him, and told me to roll over and ask for "six of the best." I got my first caning that Saturday afternoon, followed by great sex.

The match concluded the next day. Even though my butt was raw, I misbehaved in the same way, asking to be caned again. My lover didn't spare me because I was already marked. I got ten good stripes (and another fantastic fuck). Tiger Woods lost that match. That is now our criteria. If Tiger looses, my fanny pays the price with a set of stripes. I personally hope that he never refines his swing. Last weekend, when he lost the Masters, Kyle masterfully administered twelve of the most delicious licks to my wiggling tushy. A caning is like Tabasco sauce. It’s an acquired taste, very hot and spicy, addictive...

Mike: Absolutely. I've based a couple of stories on some of the things my wife and I have done. One of our favorites is to play strip gin. We say strip because that is how it always ends up, but the winner of each hand gets a choice, spank the loser, or take a piece of clothing. Once someone loses after they are naked they get one more spanking and the game ends. I think we've only played all the way to the end once. We usually get too, um, distracted after a few rounds.

Cuddlybum: Not as yet, but I just asked the beloved the question and he's got this gleam in his eye now. I can see us developing some sports/games soon...

Tigger: My hubby and I really don't incorporate any traditional sports or games into our spanking repertoire. We do have some variations, however.

For example, we bet on how long it will take the pizza delivery guy to deliver the pizza. There's just one catch. I get the spanking regardless of which one of us is right! Either way, we both win!

We have also started playing this game a friend told us about where you watch a show on television, and every time the girl does something she should be spanked for, I get spanked. Makes watching television whole lot more interesting, I can tell you!

Rose: I had to really think about this one. We don't. But then, we have a rather unconventional relationship at this point. Now I'll have to think about what types of fun we could have, besides what's already there.

Padme: Yes, Master Anakin and I like to incorporate vanilla sports into a spanking game. Last night we bet on the UFC. Andrei lost, so I got a spanking. Master was cheering for Tim Sylvia. It makes watching sports more exciting. :)

Paul: We didn't go for traditional sports, but we played cards and board games. I never caught Mel actually cheating, but she always seemed to lose. Made for some fun evenings and nights, which was the aim of the whole thing.

Cameo: We have played spank poker, five card stud. LOL. Loser hand gets five hard swats on the bare. It doesn't sound like much, but when Boss gets to whacking, it hurts! The funny part is, at any other game, I'm a darn good card player. I wish I could get him to play Spank Uno. I'd be the one spanking HIM! LOL!

Lee:Ah, poker. As the one in the group still searching for someone with kink to date, I can tell you that I LOVE games that can be adapted to "alternative" purposes. Knowing myself, I know my play will involve some sort of these types of games (i.e. chess, dominoes, poker). Anything that can be adapted to become a strip game can also be adapted to be a spanking game.

Curtis: If by vanilla sports you mean other forms of sexual activity, the answer is I do. I enjoy spanking as fun and a source of erotic pleasure, either by itself, as foreplay, and during and/or after sex. It tends to be more pleasurable before or during, but a gentle spanking can be pleasurable afterwards. Most of my spanking relationships, as opposed to party play, tend toward the erotic (and, as a switch, both ways). When it's erotic, it's as much about orgasms as spanking, although the spanking can produce orgasm by itself or deeply stimulate or intensify orgasms. As a male, I tend to be able to have only one. But, if I can, I like to have my partner enjoy as many as she wishes. That, too, heightens excitement for me. Maybe this is not how you wanted the question answered. If that's true, then, in the immortal words of Emily Litella, Never Mind."

Bonnie: Randy and I have corrupted all manner of otherwise wholesome games over the years. Besides Spanko Trivial Pursuit, we also enjoy cutting cards for swats, Whack-o-poly, Crops, and Truth-or-Bare. After all, what good is a recreational spanking if you can’t have a little fun with it?

Marcus: I have often done football as a game worth spanking. Usually, if my team wins, her bottom gets spanked twice as many points as my team scored. If her team wins, she only gets a number of swats equal to her team's score.

I like Spankopoly, and would like to play the Spanking Trivial Pursuit you reminded us about recently. I also like to add a spanking variation to Strip Poker.

SpankedMinx: We play SNAP spank (always a quickie!), Millionaire spank (yup, I always lose!), and sometimes Play Station spank (Who designed those consoles anyway?).


Thanks to everyone who joined our brunch this week. There are a lot of fun ideas. I’d like to offer a special greeting to those joining us for the first time. You’re always welcome here and I hope you’ll stop back often.

Keywords: spanking, My Bottom Smarts, spanko

MBS Spanko Brunch #13

Another week has passed and it is again time to discuss the wild and wonderful world of spanking. Our question this week has a decidedly recreational bent. I invite you to contribute your thoughts as comments below, as a post in your own blog, or as an e-mail. As in past weeks, I will then compile and post a summary of the proceedings.

Here's our question: Do you ever incorporate otherwise vanilla sports or games into your spanking repertoire? If so, please describe how these competitions operate in the context of your relationship.

C'mon, be a sport and leave us a message!

The Wager

Here's a story for you from the archive.

Yesterday evening, Randy suggested a game of Trivial Pursuit, or should I say, Spanking Trivial Pursuit. We've played this game for years and own several editions. Sometimes, we play the regular game. More often, we just use the cards. The results are generally the same - a red, aching bottom for yours truly (with lots of fun sex play to follow).

When he arrived home, I proposed a wager. Instead of him asking me questions and meting out rewards and penalties accordingly, I wanted to even the stakes a little. I suggested that we play one conventional game. If he won, I would submit to a vigorous paddling. If he won, I would get a sensuous, erotic session instead AND he would agree to give up the cable TV remote for the rest of the weekend. Randy thought about it for a minute and said, "OK, I'll play." I suspect he hesitated because he knows I'm pretty good at this game.

After dinner, our daughter headed out for the evening with a couple of her friends. No sooner was she gone than Randy told me to get the game and set it up on the kitchen table. As I did, I heard him walk up the stairs and into our bedroom. When he returned, he was carrying my ultimate nemesis - the mother of all paddles. This thing is one scary piece of lumber. It's longer, wider, thicker, and heavier than any other paddle I've seen (or felt). It has a long handle designed to accommodate a two handed grip. The results of a meeting between it and my bare bottom are devastating. I think I can handle a lot, but that MOAP is absolutely off the scale. He laid the paddle across the corner of the table. If he was trying to psych me out, it was working.

We began the game. He took an early lead with what I thought were a couple of lucky guesses. I caught up and passed him. Finally, we got to the end neck and neck. Each of us had all the slices and sought final victory with a single correct answer. I landed on the center space. He chose the sports category. He picked up the MOAP and swung it a couple of times as if paddling an unfortunate invisible bottom. He said something about grabbing my ankles. I'm not too good at the sports questions. He asked a horse-racing question. I had no idea. Randy smiled as though my paddling was now assured. We played a while longer and again I landed on the center space. This time he asked an ice skating question. I got it right and won the game! I wanted to ask Randy what he planned to do with that massive paddle, but it seemed unwise to gloat at this juncture.

Up the stairs we marched. Randy was carrying the MOAP, but there was no way that he was going to get to apply it. Oh, no. This spanking would be purely for fun. I stripped off my clothes and asked him to do the same. When we were completely naked, we shared a passionate embrace and a long, open-mouthed kiss. Slowly, my husband moved his attention from my mouth to my cheek, my temple, my ear, my neck, my chest, my breasts, and beyond. I was now ready for pretty much anything.

Randy went to the toy drawer and removed the slapper and two different sex toys. He set them on the bed and then sat beside them on the edge. He motioned for me to join him. I took my familiar position face down across his lap with my bottom prominently positioned. He sampled my level of readiness and declared it to be excellent.

He took the first sex toy, switched it on, and applied to a very sensitive spot. Within moments, I could hardly stay still. Next, he easily inserted it within me. This drove me crazy. He picked up the slapper and gently rubbed it against my skin. This went on for a several minutes. In retrospect, I'm sure he was waiting for me to beg for my spanking. At the time, I only knew I wanted him to begin and he wasn't doing it. "Please paddle me!" I exclaimed. With that invitation, he did.

The slapper generates that unique burning sting only leather can produce. He repeatedly hit the same spots, right along my lower slopes. I was yelling "Ouch, Oh, Yeow!" but I loved it. With the buzzing within me, I didn't care about the pain.

When Randy stopped and set the slapper on the bed, I thought he might be finished with it. I was wrong. He picked up the second toy, started it buzzing, and carefully applied it to a region of my lower anatomy he hadn't really visited earlier. This type of action always makes me pant. After a couple minutes of teasing me this way, he discarded the second toy, again in favor of the slapper.

Now Randy whacked me in earnest. While this was, by design, a very erotic session, my spanking wasn't just light play. When he was finished, I had no doubt that my bottom had been thoroughly assaulted. When I arose from his lap, I instinctively rubbed my posterior. It was very sore and very hot.

With the toys brushed aside, I took my position on the bed. I got on all fours with legs apart and my knees at the edge of the bed. He stepped up behind me and instantly joined his body to mine. I'm not sure I can provide a detailed account of what happened next because I was, frankly, somewhat preoccupied. I do know it was a very enjoyment fulfillment of all of the desires that had accumulated throughout the day. He didn't finish until my body was limp.

As much as we felt like sleeping, the night was still young. We shared a laugh as we snuggled in bed when we simultaneously recognized a mysterious humming sound as a sex toy that someone neglected to shut off. We got up, shared a shower, donned our sleepwear, and headed downstairs. I made a point of turning on the TV and settling into the King's chair with the remote control. Randy mumbled something about guessing there was nothing good on TV. I guess, for him, there wasn't. I had a fun time watching things like the Home and Garden channel. After a while, I decided I couldn't let him suffer too much given how he had just made me so happy. I relented and let him return to the control chair for the rest of the evening. Today, however, I've been watching my shows. We've seen neither golf nor football this afternoon. This was a good bet. However, as Randy has already reminded me, I almost lost big. For today, at least, victory is sweet.

Keywords: spanking, kinky, spanking games

Smoke Signals

I originally wrote this in 1997, but I still get a variation of this treatment from time to time.

Communication in any relationship is essential. Without an ongoing exchange of thoughts and ideas, it’s easy to wander off the path toward understanding. Randy and I are mostly in synch right now, but it’s not always been so.

Over the years, we’ve developed subtle signals. For example, when my husband discovers I am wearing a thong, it's open season on my hide. I don't find this kind of underwear particularly comfortable, but when paired with stockings and a garter belt, it definitely serves a purpose. It's fun when we're out somewhere to invite Randy to inconspicuously slide a hand under my dress. Even after all our years together, his eyes get as big as saucers.

At our house, my Prince Charming's domain includes the laundry. He's by no means perfect in his discharge of these solemn duties, but it's better than doing it myself. Sometimes, he abuses his authority. Every so often, I look in my underwear drawer to find my comfortable cotton briefs have been replaced by little pink thongs (I must admit, for a guy, he has a pretty good sense of color coordination). If I put them on, I know what will happen to me later. If I instead demand my regular underwear back, he always seems to be able to find them. In either case, it's kind of fun to be put on the spot first thing in the morning. On those occasions when I pick the thong, I walk around all day thinking about what the evening inevitably holds. That tight "floss" provides a continuous reminder. The anticipation is delicious.

When he returns home in the evening, Randy usually gives my bottom a couple of gentle pats. This serves as both a friendly greeting and a test for the telltale panty lines. If I'm still wearing the thong, we head straight for our bedroom. The resulting spankings run the full gamut from adequate to outrageous, depending upon how enthusiastic we get.

The best part of the thong routine is its removal after he is finished spanking me (or at least nearly finished). I always let Randy perform this task. One time he used his teeth (was I impressed!). On another occasion, he actually cut them off me with a knife. Other times he will slide them up and down before pulling them off. At this point, I just want hot, wild lovemaking with my husband. Darling that he is, I generally get all of that and more. I may be annoyed when I see a drawer full of impractical, wedgie underwear, but I can't argue with the results. What a turn-on!

Keywords: spanking, thong, spanking rituals

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for April 9

Another Sunday, another excellent brunch. Thanks as always to everyone who participated.

Our question dealt with advice for a couple who is exploring spanking in their relationship. Here are your responses:

Mary: Enjoy it and communicate. There is no "right formula." Explore together. Expect emotions to fluctuate. Communicate, share, and be open to one another.

SpankedMinx: I would agree. Communication is the key, and enjoy! Talk and laugh, and you can't go far wrong.

Roper: Ask yourself, do I really like this person? If, in your heart of hearts, you don't, then don't spank them. Or let them spank you.

Cuddlybum: Talk, talk, talk... And then when you think you're all talked out, talk some more.

Also, make sure you agree on things before you start. For some reason, the beloved thinks the middle of a punishment is an inappropriate place to discuss the use of spanking as punishment (OK, he's probably right, but...). If one of you feels that ten spanks is horrendous and the other thinks that isn't even a warm up, problems will develop!

The other thing is read - blogs, articles, anything! Did anyone else see the Russian experiment about spanked people being happier? That one's saved to my desktop!

If you can't agree on things, stop immediately (unless in mid-punishment, if that's the way its going!). As soon as possible, talk calmly and reasonably about what's going right/wrong.

Share your fantasies, even the ones you never really want to live out!

Paul: Cuddlybum is right - talk, talk, talk, and just as important, listen, listen, listen. You love each other. Now you need to learn to trust each other. Learn as much as you can about what you want to share. Be flexible, be prepared, and be gentle until you know something about each others’ limits. This takes time, but it is very important to learn each others’ body language.

Patricia: The one thing I think is so important is that both of you want this. It should not be done because one person wants it and the other hates the thought of it. Even with wanting it, talk, talk and talk some more. Really listen to what the other person is saying. Know what fears there may be and what limits can NOT be pushed no matter what. The most important thing for us is to know that the other person loves and respects you and that spanking part of your relationship is not your whole relationship. If you can't see yourself with this person for years to come, then spanking should not be involved at all. But if you can say that you truly love this person and you can see the future in him/her, then spanking can be a part of your relationship. Again, it should be a part and not the whole relationship.

Tigger: First, I think they would need to come to a decision about whether the spanking is going to be of the erotic or discipline variety. After that, it's all about taking things slow and experimenting.

The most important thing, though, is communication. I think you need to be open and honest with your significant other for spanking to work. And, if the spanking you’re doing is of the erotic variety, then definitely have some fun with it!!!

Bethie: Communication is the key that will open the door and keep that door open. But you've also got to be prepared for the reality of the situation and be prepared to cope when your real-life experiences don't match up with your fantasies.

Your desires may not match up perfectly, but it's not the end of the world. It just means you're going to have to do some more talking and come to some kind of compromise. It's like any other aspect of your relationship You've got to meet on common ground in order for it to work.

Janeen: I agree that communication is a biggie, but patience is another key factor.

Don't be disappointed if it isn't the way you imagined it right off the bat. It takes time to feel comfortable, and to figure out what's right for both of you. Every relationship is unique. There really is no right or wrong way. You adapt your own way.

Not that doing research isn't extremely helpful, but never feel like you fall short of another relationship you know or have read about.

Bonnie: I agree with what everyone has said. Here’s a top ten list that specifically addresses this question.

kitten: Wow... I have to agree with everyone here! Talking openly and honestly is important, as well as exploring together. What might work for some, will not necessarily work for all. Take your time - laugh, learn, and love as a couple.

Among these wonderful responses, the common threads seem to be communication and understanding. Thanks again to all of you generous and insightful folks!

Keywords: spanking, My Bottom Smarts, spanko