Truth AND Consequences

Here's a classic tale of spanking adventure from my treasury.

Here I am again, perched atop a favorite pillow with another story to relate. Our daughter has been out of town since last weekend. I optimistically envisioned this week as a nonstop marital funfest. Real life, as it often does, intervened to pretty much foil these plans.

We did get to play a little on Tuesday, but it was mostly light fun (two little paint paddles played drumstick style to music). The other weeknights, it seemed that one of us had to be someplace or was too tired or too something. Last night, we attended an outdoor concert with friends. By the time we got home, it was too late to start a new project. Since our daughter returns tomorrow, today was pretty much the last chance to salvage our much-anticipated empty nest week.

Around 4 pm, Randy asked me to stay in the computer room. He told me he was working on something he didn't want me to see. OK, I was intrigued. This was a good sign, I thought. Staying by the computer was fine with me. I needed to catch up on all of my backlogged e-mail. All the while, I heard unusual noises coming from the kitchen of all places. This man does not cook (with the exception of an occasional rump roast). He was obviously getting things out and moving them around.

It must have been about forty minutes after the original request that he appeared in the doorway to the computer room. He rubbed my shoulders and gently kissed my neck. Then he took both my hands and assisted me as I rose from the chair. He lovingly embraced me. I like that part. Next, he pulled one of my scarves from his back pocket and tied it around my head as a blindfold. He really didn't want me to know what he'd been doing.

Slowly, my Prince Charming guided me out into the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I knew things were different when I walked right into the love seat. It normally belongs in the living room. I asked him what was up. Randy then explained that we were going to play a new game called Truth AND Consequences.

He told me to lower my shorts and underwear. I did. Next, he bent me down over the back of the wayward love seat (which was no doubt destined to earn its name tonight). Randy then told me to pick a number between one and ten. I picked four. The next thing I knew, my bottom was swatted four times. Randy asked me what implement he used. I told him I had no idea. With that came four more just as hard. He informed me that this was the small hairbrush with the dark wood. I was starting to get the gist of this game along with a realization that I needed to improve my guessing.

Next I picked one. Bad choice. BOOM! This was definitely my nemesis, the dreaded Mother of All Paddles. I guessed that correctly. There could be no mistake. I'm sure glad it wasn't number ten. After my guess, Randy told me to open my mouth. In it, he placed a sweet, cleaned strawberry. It was delicious. Now I was beginning to comprehend why we were in the kitchen.

After waiting for me to finish savoring my reward, Randy told me to guess again. I thought, "what the heck, let's try ten." My bottom absorbed ten quick whacks from something absolutely unlike the dreaded MOAP. I guessed the little paint paddle. Fortunately, I again guessed right. My reward was a chunk of semi-sweet baking chocolate. Mmmmm. Yummy!

Ultimately, we played all ten rounds. The other implements were the heavy wooden hairbrush (that was nine - ouch!), the tear shaped paddle, my sorority paddle, the leather slapper, the big round “radical paddle,” a wooden spoon, and a medium-sized paddle I had almost forgotten. Call me a spanking connoisseur, but I only missed one round after the first one. I thought the medium-sized wooden paddle was the sorority paddle. My tasty rewards were fresh cherries (no pits), vanilla frozen yogurt, honey, Altoids peppermint candy, maple syrup, and for the final round, well, it was Randy. I know all these fun details because Randy, being the dweeb he is, wrote out the entire script in advance. I'm using his notes now as a cheat sheet.

The interesting part about this game was that while playing I was thinking more about the game than the sound spanking I was receiving. It hurt, no doubt, but I was too distracted to worry that much about it. However, the other effect that tail-warmings always have on me was absolutely unabated. I was really hot. There's just something about a ritual that does it for me.

Randy took me from behind without moving me from the couch or removing the blindfold. Sex after a spanking is always a thrill, but this time, the blindfold somehow heightened the excitement for me. At the risk of being too analytical, I think it represents another method for yielding control. In any case, I loved every second.

Afterward, Randy removed my blindfold. The kitchen was a bigger mess than my bottom. We put away everything that looked perishable and just left the rest. There are implements all over the table and counters (not to mention one well used love seat). I guess we'd better deal with that before tomorrow afternoon. Oh well. Such is the price of a good time.

Right now, I believe I will join my darling husband in bed. He's just a fountain of ideas, and I wouldn't want it any other way!

Keywords: spanking, paddling, spanking implements, spanking games, spanking story

Top Ten: Stuff About Bonnie

Hi. This is Randy. Ever since I helped out during that whole baby business, Bon's been pestering me to write something else for the blog. The fact that I don't want to write something for the blog seems to be irrelevant.

She said, "Pick something easy. You could just do a top ten list for example." So I did a top ten list. This may be the last time she ever asks me to write anything!

Ten Things You May Not Know about Bonnie

1. Bonnie is very intelligent. In fact, she is one of the smartest people I know.


2. She has a wicked sense of humor. To her, a broken spanking implement is just about the funniest thing there could ever be.


3. Bon has the best butt on the planet. I ought to know. She grumbles about cellulite this or stretch marks that, but all I see is beautiful round smooth soft skin.


4. She is not all that submissive. In *her* mind, she'd like to be my sweet little subbie. In reality, however, she's hard-headed and knows she's right.


5. Bonnie has a degree in journalism. I think it shows in her writing.


6. Bon also has an amazing memory. She remembers stuff I did better than I do.


7. She complains about her small tits, but they're really perky and nice.


8. She doesn't hate anal sex nearly as much as she would have you believe.


9. Bonnie is a fantastic lover. She's multiply orgasmic too!


10. Bon absolutely, positively loves to be spanked. No kidding. I can whack her ass until it's three shades of red. She yelps and whines and begs, but when I give her the old finger test, she is completely drenched. Spankings are a huge turn-on for her.

Hah! Look at her blush...

Keywords: spanking, Bonnie, My Bottom Smarts

More Blogging Smarts

For those who came here to read about spankings, please scroll down the page and you won't be disappointed. This post is the continuation of a list of blogging tips I started back in March. I've been promising to add to it ever since, and today's the day I actually will.

You may recall my forty suggestions for bloggers. At the time, I thought it was a reasonably complete list, and perhaps it was. However, I've thought of twenty five more in the meantime and I'd like to share them with you.

1. Pace your posts. Many readers examine only your most recent article. If you post much more than once per day, even your regular visitors may miss seeing some of your best work.


2. Pace your comments too. I've discovered that some readers will not comment after I have responded because they think the discussion is now over. As a result, I sometimes purposely wait several hours before weighing in.


3. Variety is the spice of life. It also spices up a blog. Avoid posting two similar features back to back. If possible, separate them with a very different post.


4. When quoting another blog, be sure to reference and link both the author (using the main blog page) and the specific post. Proper citations are a sign of respect.


5. Do what you can to fight spam comments. I use the word verification feature in Blogger. It's a pain, but it's superior to the alternative. If you get a spam comment anyway, simply delete it without mention.


6. If your blog is intended for a mature audience, beware of links to or from vanilla blogs or web sites. These can cause problems that no one needs. If a vanilla blog has linked you, you may want to write the owner and politely ask them to remove the link.


7. Conversely, if your blog is linked by a site you feel is very offensive, you might consider writing to them. This is far from a sure proposition, but it might work.


8. Many bloggers like to hide long posts "behind the cut." This is a technique whereby they display the first part of a post as a teaser and then ask the reader to click a link to see the rest. This approach has a place, but I tend not to use it. I believe that visitors often skim rather than reading. If something catches their eye, they will dig deeper. However, if the good parts lie behind the cut, these readers will never spot them.


9. I find that unless a post is positively riveting, many readers lose patience somewhere around 1000-1500 words. Consequently, even an excellent post can be more effective if broken into bite sized pieces.


10. Most readers never explore a blog's archives. It's sad but true. For them, all those great old posts simply never happened. You can encourage visitors to look around by adding navigational aids such as thematic links, or better yet, drop down boxes.


11. Be safe. Like a superhero, you must protect your secret identity. If you doubt the importance of this point, consider Fresh Air Lover's recent experience.


12. When another blog mentions your blog or cites your material, it is good practice to publicly thank them for their kind gesture. Especially if it's a leading blog, these folks are doing you a tremendous favor by sending you traffic and readers.


13. If you are fortunate enough to have your blog reviewed, be sure to mention that on your blog, thank the reviewer, and be gracious. Even if you don't agree with everything said, there no benefit in issuing a rebuttal.


14. You may encounter spam blogs that steal your text, or more likely snippets of your text, in order to draw hits from search engines. As of today, there isn't much we can do about these creeps. Save your energy for a worthwhile fight.


15. Structure your text for easy reading. Avoid long paragraphs and run-on sentences. If you intimidate the reader with huge blocks of impenetrable text, they aren't likely to hear what you have to say.


16. An artistic presentation is wonderful, but people need to be able to read your text. If the text color is too close to the background color, it will be difficult to discern. Many visitors will choose not to work that hard.


17. While we're talking about text and readability, if you're expecting any visitors over the age of, oh, say 35, you'll want to select a clean font and a reasonably large point size. I find the default text size in many templates to be too small.


18. If you see other blogs whose presentation you like, it's perfectly acceptable to view the source from your browser to see how the creator achieved that appearance. I wouldn't recommend stealing their code verbatim, but examining code is a good way to learn.


19. It's all right to be outrageous or controversial sometimes, as long as it fits the theme of your blog. Many readers like a good rant once in a while. Just make sure you know when you're ranting and, for the readers' sake, please label it as such.


20. Every time you have an idea for a post, write it down immediately, even if you don't think it's a very good one.


21. Maintain a file of post ideas. Consult it when you need a topic.


22. Consider incorporating regular features. I tend to have irregular features, but I have quite a few of them including Spanking 101, top ten lists, the mailbag, the Sunday brunch, and now, the spankologue. These provide a certain continuity. It gives readers a reason to return. Some folks actually do something different for each day of the week. I'm not that organized, but it's not a bad idea.


23. Remember that the Web is a flexible medium. You needn't stick to a diary format. Your entries don't have to be prose. Consider poetry, humor, music, video, games, or whatever you think readers might enjoy.


24. Last time, I suggested having a format, a theme, and a brand. That's still good advice, but the trick is to not define these so rigidly that you run out of material or find your blog cannot naturally evolve. A blog is an organic entity. Most successful blogs change and grow throughout their existence. Sometimes, blogs move in directions that their creators could not have foreseen at the beginning. Don't be afraid to redefine your blog when opportunity knocks.


25. Never miss a chance to say "thank you" to all of the people who have helped you! Especially, don't forget to acknowledge your partner.

As I said in the previous article, I'm no expert on web design, marketing, or blogging for that matter. But I have picked up a few tricks along the way that assist me in this endeavor. I hope they will help you as well.

Please note that I have posted a third article in the Blogging Smarts series.

Keywords: blogging

Recap: Sunday Brunch for May 28

This week, we tackled the challenging question of how to find the spanko of your dreams. As you will see, our beloved MBS readers contributed some marvelous advice.

Tony: The first thing I would say is to be HONEST. If you want a spanking relationship, don't hide the fact that you are a spanko. If it scares the person away, then it wouldn't have worked out as a spanking relationship anyway. I used to spend so much time and effort and money getting to know a lady. After weeks or months I would find the right time to tell them that I had this thing for giving spankings. That often changed everything. I was told I was weird, sick, crazy, whatever. Other times they just stopped answering my calls and e-mails. Now it's different. When I find a lady I am attracted to, I just say, "I want to be honest with you. I have a thing for giving spankings. Have you ever enjoyed a spanking?" They say NO and I don't want to, or they say NO but I'm willing to try, or they say Oh YES! I swear it really works. People are open-minded these days. I just get it out in the open from the start and it saves a lot of stress.

Cuddlybum: I had a chat with the beloved about this. He reckons it's the same as anything else. Take it slowly and don't just dump it on someone, or worse, don’t start laying into them without notice (Mind you, he doesn't mind laying into me without notice now, but that's a different story).

As to telling someone you LIKE getting spanked, I don't know. I'm still hugely embarrassed about the whole thing and I think a lot of that comes back to trust. I'd have to feel I trusted the man a LOT if I were to ever broach the topic. But hopefully, the beloved and I will be happy forever and I won't have to.

It’s funny how a lot of things come back to trust, isn't it?

Jean Marie: Been there, lived that!

On the one hand, Shadow Lane throws these big parties in Vegas and L.A. several times yearly where I envision orgies of spankings go on. Some day maybe I'll attend one, but on a teacher's salary, it won't be soon. They also publish networking ads called Stand Corrected. I humbly but honestly think I present an attractive package to the world. I'm considered pretty, shapely, am sane, and gainfully employed. But I live in the conservative Bible Belt. If I ran an ad, I'd be fired.

So, first, one has to decide how important spanking is to you in a relationship. For a true spanko, it's vital. Therefore, as Tony said, get out there in the dating scene and be up-front about it. I don't advocate promiscuity in these times, but on about the third date or so, tell the prospective partner. I think my kink is something to rejoice in. It fuels a very intense sex drive in me. I couldn't be in a relationship that didn't include discipline in all its forms, playful and punishing. My advice is bare your soul, and then bare a bottom...

Paul: This is a difficult one. I was lucky to discover very early in our relationship that she was very interested. I fell on my feet.

A lot depends on where you live. If you live in the Bible Belt, you have to be very careful. If you live in a big city, it may be easier.

Honesty and trust are essential. Be oblique if necessary, perhaps start with jokes. At some time, you will have to come out with it. Choose your time carefully.

Mike: Lots of great advice has been thrown in already, so I'll offer a few tips that may not otherwise get voiced.

If you are a spankee, invest in some good thick cotton underwear (it helps during and after), and some lotion.

If you're a spanker, invest in a good solid hairbrush. You can't go wrong with that, and it really saves your hand.

Be honest, with yourself and your partner.

Tom: I suggest you search where you can find people interested in spanking. There are all kinds of spanking sites. You can find people, start mailing, and later, telephone or make an arrangement for a visit. In bigger towns, there are the spanking events and spanking clubs. You might consider visiting or joining.

Trust your intuition. Mostly you can feel when those ladies need a spanking, but you can be terribly wrong. So don't push too much.

Rose: I sort of fell into my love of spanking after my cancer episode. I answered an ad on Craig’s List from a man who described himself as a gentle dominant. He gave me my first spanking. Alas, that relationship was not to last long. I ended up doing some research about the world of D/s, BDSM, spanking and such things. I joined an online dating service that caters to such things to meet men. That didn't work so well for me. I finally returned to Craig’s List. I chose to put up my own ads to be able to better vet the men who were answering the ads. I was lucky to find Jefferson through one such ad.

There are some groups in NYC, but they tend toward "meat market" type arenas. I don't like the feeling of being looked at as "fresh spanking/bondage meat." So, I stick to Craig’s List and vetting the men carefully. Sometimes I've had to top from the bottom to teach a newbie. It hasn't proven to be an easy task to find that perfect spanko partner, but it's well worth the effort!

Mary: Tom, you suggested, “trust your intuition, but don't push too much.” If you playfully threaten to spank a girl and she says "you wouldn't dare," she is probably daring you to do it, but is too shy to ask.

I met my spanker through a spankee listserv. They advised meeting very publicly, exchanging contact info, and perhaps sharing the details of your plans with a third spanko and asking them to expect a phone call at a certain time. This was all in the interest of providing a safety net. I have had far worse experiences from non-spanko date encounters than through the spanking ones!

As for the Bible Belt, check out Christian domestic discipline sites. Some have personals (however, some are a bit too serious about discipline for my taste, particularly if sex is to be withheld after the spanking so the woman does not associate bad behavior with reward). I love a serious discipline spanking, but I love playful, fun, or erotic spankings too. No matter what got me over the knee, I want the sexual connection. Be safe is the main thing.

Shimon: One way to do it would be like this, "Any ladies interested in starting a spanko relationship with someone in New York City, please contact me. Thank you."

Tulsa: Truthfully, I've always used BDSM personal ads, but I only use them when I know exactly what I want and the kind of person I'm looking for to fulfill those needs. They work pretty well to at least figure out what the other person wants before you meet. Once you do meet, you can find out if there's chemistry. The problem with those web sites is that there's literally a 10:1 ratio of men to women. So the advice doesn't work so well for men.

I'm pretty curious myself to try and find other ways to meet people. I'm shy anyway, and that doesn't help much. I'm also too young for the groups in my area (perfectly legal otherwise though).

Ford: As DW and I were married for about seven years before we made our first tentative explorations into domestic discipline, I find this a difficult question. When we first met, neither of us had any idea of what domestic discipline meant as a lifestyle, or that our relationship might lead here.

Naturally, we still had the issue of how to broach the subject in the first place. Even with a very strong and honest relationship, I cannot pretend that it was easy. But it is worth the risk with someone you know you can really trust.

I imagine it might be easier to be open about your needs before a relationship starts to develop.

Marcus: This question is more my forte. I've found a variety of methods that work. I do know that the response "You wouldn't dare!" often means, "I dare you to spank me!" just as Mary said.

I've had women act like brats around me to see what kind of response I'd give. I've answered, "Keep it up and you'll get a spanking." If they grin, well, you know. If they just go silent, don't bring it up again.

I've found online places that worked for me. At one time, there existed a nice place called alt.sex.spanking on Usenet. It eventually became soc.sexuality.spanking. If you wanted to read about good spanking stories or wanted to talk about good spankings, you could go there. But neither were good places if you wanted to deliver or get a spanking.

It's never been a big overt opening for me. I tend to be more tentative. But I've never had any complaints except, "My butt hurts, you beast!"

SpankedMinx: The net is a great place to meet. That's how EH and I met. He was called "Spanking Services" and somehow that attracted me! We were able to chat on-line and on the phone for six months. This allowed us to get to know each other a damn sight better that a few nights out. The only snag was that I said I would never meet anyone from on-line, so had he not surprised me with smoked salmon and strawberries on Xmas Eve one year, we never would have gotten married!

Since then, we have increased our knowledge and social scene by attending spanking parties and fetish fairs, but I wouldn't recommend this alone. I have to say the web worked for us, but everyone should take real care out there.

I still go in spanking chat rooms, mainly to get ideas for my stories and to talk to like-minded people. Another way is to make blog friends!

Don: I would echo Tony’s advice to “be HONEST. If you want a spanking relationship, don't hide the fact that you are a spanko. If it scares the person away, then it wouldn't have worked out as a spanking relationship anyway.” I would add that I think it would be prudent to wait a few dates and see if there are any “sparks” before getting honest.

I happen to live in the Bible Belt and if that has anything to do with non-acceptance of spanking, it went right by my wee male brain.

I would think anyone reading personal spanking enthusiasts' ads is a spanking enthusiast. And if they happen to attend your church, maybe that would be a good thing.

Is it really that much different than seeking a mate that also enjoys some other activity that not is viewed as a kink? At one point in my life, I would not have considered any woman that did not relish sailboat racing in addition to spanking.

Weasel: I didn't realize how much of a spanko I was until my husband and I broke up. For eight years, we were separated and I discovered how much I loved this spanking thing when I met a guy who did enjoy giving them. Well, life brought me and my beloved back together, and took the spanker away. It took me a year to trust enough to sit D down and tell him what I wanted. He was unsure, but slowly, as he realizes how much it turns me on, he is beginning to realize the benefits.

Bonnie: This topic is largely outside my area of expertise, but I think I can add a few common sense suggestions.

Know yourself – Are you comfortable with your kink and with your sexuality. Are you ready to share them with another? If so, under what circumstances? Where are your limits?

Know the person with whom you are playing – Are they experienced in this type of play? To what degree do you trust them? Do you know their limits?

Know the game – Is this a purely recreational encounter, or are you perhaps laying the foundation for a more permanent relationship? Have you discussed your expectations? Are they compatible?

Know when to get out – Are you willing to accept failure today in order to find success tomorrow? If things go wrong, do you have a plan?

For everyone who is searching, I wish you fulfillment. Until then, I hope you can be both safe and secure.

SmartNnaughty: I joined a dating site that let me know something about sexual preferences including spanking. I played the numbers and met many guys one time. I didn't go out with very many a second time. But by meeting so many, I increased my odds. MG came along and the rest was history.

I believed in myself and was comfortable with who I was. I also trusted my instincts about people. Yes, I played it safe and met guys in public places.

I made two exceptions and one of those lead to an intimate relationship that lasted several months. Even though his screen name strongly inferred spanking, he wasn't and never will be a spanko. I still hear from him from time to time. The other time was a mistake and I got away unharmed, but it was entirely unpleasant.

My point is the danger is greatly removed when you meet in public. There needs to be enough e-mails and/or phone calls before to get to know someone.

Besides spanking, I was looking for someone educated. That was important to me--very important. My ex was very intelligent, but didn't value education. Since I work in that field, it was necessary to find someone who at least semi-agreed with the importance of education. I also think I found a better quality of man that way.

I looked at it this way: You can have great sex and wonderful spankings, but if I can't have a decent conversation with a guy, the relationship is doomed.

As I said in my earlier comment, playing the numbers was important. Yes, the ratio was ten men for every woman. So I had plenty to choose from. I looked for someone with a good heart and admirable qualities. I was surprised that I found so many.

I didn't waste months on e-mails but rather tried to go deep with them quickly to see how they would respond. If I found substance there, I agreed to meet them. The chemistry is something that is there or it isn't. There was no sense wasting time if there wasn't any chemistry. And I had plenty of men to choose from.

It is now a year later and I still hear from a handful of the men I met. One is waiting for me to break up with MG and it isn't going to happen. I was told many times that there weren't many quality girls on the site so being educated and a woman of quality gave me an edge.

My "bottom" line advice is don't put your bottom out there until you know the person at more than a cursory level. Ask tough and deep questions. Trust your instincts. Know what you are looking for and what you have to offer. Have enough self-respect and self-esteem to not let anyone take advantage of you.

And most of all have FUN. Sure, maybe I didn't go out with most of the guys a second time but I got to meet them and hear wonderful stories and laugh and have a good time.

It can work when you use common sense, safety rules and are willing to put yourself out there.

I hope that makes sense. Because any other component to it has to be just this: magic.

MG is the magic in my life and he is perfectly suited to what I need. He heals the parts of me that need healing and I do my best to do that for him. We did that by getting to know each other and listening. I love him with my whole heart and I tell him just as often as I can!

Great job! Thanks again, everybody.

MBS Spanko Brunch #19

Welcome back, everyone, to our weekly group celebration of all things spanking. For those new to the brunch, this is your opportunity to sound off on a different topic each week. You can register your response as a comment below, send me an e-mail, or post a message on your own blog. Once I have collected everyone's thoughts, I will post an edited summary of the proceedings.

This weeks's question is one that several of my correspondents have asked me. I usually have an answer for reader inquiries, but this one is outside my experience. I knew, however, that you would have some excellent suggestions. So here it is:

What advice would you offer to someone who is seeking to meet a partner and start a spanko relationship?

I look forward to reading your wise counsel.

Bonnie's Spankologue: Part One

I decided it was time for something new here at My Bottom Smarts. It's my pleasure to introduce a recurring segment entitled Bonnie's Spankologue. For each installment of the spankologue, I will present a few spanking-oriented blogs or Web sites of which I am fond. There won't be any serious critique or ratings. Other sites such as Jane's Guide or SugarClick do that far better than I can. What I hope to provide is a brief tour in the fashion of a travelogue. I know I will enjoy this exercise and I hope you will as well.

Giardino Del Piacere - CeeCi is an artist who surrounds herself with beauty. Hence the name, which means Garden of Pleasure. This is a spanko blog, but so much more as well. CeeCi generously shares her life events, insights, romance, recipes, and artistic creations. Among the latter is the blog itself. After many years in a mediocre marriage, CeeCi, along with her lover, MoJo, is happily exploring love again. A visit to GDP is truly a delightful walk through a garden in blossom. Life in Motion - Sparkle is a veteran spanking author and dedicated spanko. Sparkle and her husband Chris live a normal domestic life that is richly spiced with spanko fun. A great writer can make the mundane interesting and trivial important. Sparkle has this gift. I encourage you to check out her blog and discover for yourself. The Thoughtful and Curious Spankee - Suzee Moon is a prolific Welsh writer who enjoys a pleasant spanko life with her loving partner, Cariad. Whether she's sharing fiction or fact, Suzee's writing is intelligent, articulate, and clever. Her focus is erotic and recreational spanking. Suzee actively explores many aspects of her kink with a unique enthusiasm.

Keywords: spanking, spankologue, spanking blogs

Poll: How Many Implements?

How many spanking implements do you own? Zero One Two to four Five to ten Ten to twenty More than twenty Current Results

Spanko Word Jumble

Here's something fun for spankos who like unscrambling letters. Below are ten mixed up words that relate to our favorite subject. Rearrange the letters to find the spanko words. To see if you're right, just click the word.

SKIBADEC PROC LADPED BURHISHAR TWINSTAG STRIPORRE BIVESMUSIS PHISUN PRAST PRUM

Keywords: spanking, word jumble, spanking game

Guest Post: Melding Into One

Jean Marie is an accomplished author of spanking stories. She is a regular contributor to Spanking Digest and Bethany's Woodshed. Today, however, I am delighted to announce that Jean Marie has agreed to share this story with the readers of My Bottom Smarts. Enjoy!

We’d met, dated, fallen in love. We’d determined some of our shared likes and dislikes, and delineated where we disagreed on some issues. Chief among the latter, unfortunately but rather insignificantly, was politics. Chief among the former, happily and importantly, was a spanking orientation, and in this relationship Kyle was the sole giver and I was the soulful recipient.

We moved in together one spring day, a day of newness in a season of rejuvenation. That evening, half exhausted but content, after a dinner amid cardboard boxes, we combined all his amassed implements of correction from a lifetime as a top with all of mine as a bottom. Like many things of a spanking nature, the scene had a ritualistic quality. Like two kids at play, it had a show-and-tell aspect. I sat on my heels in the candlelight as he unpacked his “treasure chest.” Certainly, I’d seen, and felt, some of the implements. But I wanted to know the background on each; how had he acquired it, how long had he had it, was it a favorite? I was eager to share my toys, my tales with him.

With dancing eyes, Kyle decided to start with an implement that I hadn’t had the opportunity to experience, a thick leather tawse that he’d gotten in Ireland. Right away I decided that just word descriptions wouldn’t suffice; I pulled my jeans and panties down.

“Please let me feel it, “I begged, bending across the edge of our bed, wiggling my deserving derriere delightedly.

One moderate swipe stung tantalizingly, then warmed radiantly.

“I have to know what a good, hard lick with that thing feels like,” I said with trepidation, holding my butt out further and still, so that he could take measured aim.

His reply made me yelp, rub my seat. Now my eyes were sparkling, as I blinked back a tear.

This became the rule; I’d feel two swats with each implement, the first moderate, as I would feel at play, the second serious, as I would feel in punishment.

I won’t bore you with the all the details as he unpacked, described, and tested-out a leather paddle and a wooden one, a suede thuddy cat-o-nine tailed whip, and a stingingly dangerous dressage whip. I unpacked, described, and handed over to my lover several paddles, an out-of-fashion belt that was very vogue for our purposes, a long leather thong that was lethal, and a collection of old hairbrushes that were not intended for tonsorial usage. (My assortment of used riding crops, or bats, merited no further explanation; Kyle already knew that I was an amateur equestrian. Or, as I’d said to him on our first night at my place, “I don’t have these because I like to ride, I have them because I like to be ridden.”)

“That reminds me,” Kyle said, as he rummaged around and finally found a similar old hairbrush when he saw mine. “This belonged to Karen. Boy, I remember some serious sessions we had with…”

I leapt up from my submissive position over the bed like a lioness would when on the attack, putting my index finger to his lips and my other hand on the past girlfriend’s possession.

“All of our toys may have a history that includes others from our pasts,” I said with passion, “but I don’t want something that belonged specifically to her to ever be used on me. Please put that away and never let me see it again!”

In a gesture that warmed my already glowing heart, Kyle ceremoniously said he understood, and put the brush in the large pile of trash in the corner.

I stood up, pants down around my knees, even more embarrassed because my pubic bush was very slick with my arousal, but I just had to kiss my man, tell him that I loved him. His hands cupped my equally glowing buttocks.

“What you said was absolutely right,” he whispered in my ear. “The defiant way that you said it wasn’t, and just earned you a bad girl spanking. Kneel over the bed and choose the implement you think you deserve for insolence.”

I did as I was told, and as he knelt down beside me, I said, “You can use any or all of these on me,” and my hand swept across the collection amassed on our bed, “but start with this…” and I took his hand, kissing the palm that was going to kiss me with discipline. “I imagine you’ve used your hand on every one of your past girlfriend’s bottoms,” I confided as he rubbed a circle in mine in preparation, “but now it belongs to me.” I stuck my fanny out expectantly.

That right hand didn’t show me a lick of mercy as it spanked my already sensitive bottom quite thoroughly, but his left hand did, as he tweaked my hardening nipples and frigged my overflowing sex all during the sound punishment.

We segued right from hard spanking into passionate love-making. It wasn’t comfortable atop all those toys, but it felt great.

I still vividly remember lying with him afterward, my butt radiant, my sex radiant, the air perfumed with the scent of his sperm and my jism and our sweat intermingling, knowing that just like our bodies were, just like our sex toys were, our lives were now melding into one.

In the several years that we’ve been together, Kyle and I have added to the repertoire. Funny how he often brings home wooden implements, like the cane that I fear/hate (and just felt again for the umpteenth time the weekend that I pen this), and I purchase leather ones, ones that I cream over before, during, and after use. We’ve also utilized the countless things around the house that have other purposes, but also serve this need. I’ve gotten it with everything from a shoelace to a book to a clothes hanger in the bedroom, a spatula to a wooden spoon to a wire whisk in the kitchen, a scrub brush to a length of hose to a gardening shoe in the garage. All of this is what makes a house a home I suppose, just as all the shared experiences are what make intersecting lives into a relationship.

Keywords: spanking, spanking implements, romantic spanking

Thank You, Chelsea Girl

I would like to offer my heartfelt thanks to Chelsea Girl for including my story in the latest Sex Blog Round-up at Fleshbot. Managing a blog is a lot of work, but it all feels worthwhile when one's efforts are recognized by an esteemed peer.

To those readers introduced to this blog though Fleshbot, I welcome you. There's plenty to see and do here at My Bottom Smarts. Please free to stroll the sunlit courtyards and explore the shadowy corridors. If spanking is your thing, I believe you will likely find a number of very relevant stories and articles. Better still, I invite you to pull up a chair and join the discussion. In any event, I'm glad you came to visit!

Fifty Alternatives to Sitting

We spankees all have those times when the concept of sitting is too unpleasant to ponder. Fortunately, there are many activities that don't require the use of those tender buttocks. I present to you as a public service, fifty common activities that don't involve sitting...

Adorning	Baking	Building	Cheering	Cleaning
Combing	Consoling	Conversing	Cooking	Dancing
Decorating	Drinking	Eating	Embracing	Explaining
Filing	Fixing	Gardening	Gossiping	Grooming
Hiking	Hugging	Jogging	Kissing	Laughing
Laundering	Licking	Meeting	Nurturing	Painting
Petting	Playing	Polishing	Rearranging	Running
Scratching	Scrubbing	Sculpting	Shopping	Showering
Singing	Smiling	Straightening	Stretching	Swimming
Talking	Teasing	Telephoning	Walking	Washing

Now, if I just figure out how to update my blog while standing...

Of Duct Tape and Step Stools

As I’ve mentioned many times, my husband Randy is one resourceful fellow. He proved my point again on Friday evening. We had set up a play date earlier in the week. By the time he arrived home, I was ready for whatever surprises he had to offer. Or so I thought.

When he walked in the door, I was busy answering comments on the blog. I arose to meet him with a kiss. He returned my overture with interest. His strong hands pulled me close as his tongue darted in my mouth. My mind instantly filled with a thousand wild thoughts of a raw sexual nature.

After several passionate moments, Randy pulled away slightly and cupped my chin with his palm. “I have some things to prepare.” He said, almost in a whisper. “You can keep working on your blog until I call for you.” With that, he disappeared.

Now my mind was truly racing. What would the game be this time? He hadn’t provided a single clue, but that didn’t stop me from ruminating. How many ways can one couple find to blend spankings and sex? I had to suspect that number would shortly be incremented.

About thirty minutes later, Randy called for me, just as he had promised. I walked into our bedroom to find an old metal step stool standing in the middle of the floor. He had dragged this functional antique up from the basement. I recalled that it had once belonged to his grandmother.

While I was examining the step stool, my lover was staring at me. “Why are you still wearing clothes?” he inquired. His tone was serious, but stopped short of demanding. I hadn’t any answer other than to undress. As I pulled my favorite red sweater over my head, it occurred to me that Randy wasn’t the only one capable of spicing up the evening. I tossed the garment clear across the bedroom and in the general vicinity of a hamper. All the while, my man watched intently. I shook my chest at him before unhooking my bra. Apparently fascinated, Randy sat on the bed. Looking right into his eyes, I slid each strap slowly down my arm as my body now danced and undulated as if in time to music only I could hear. I briefly spun my white bra over my head like a lariat before heaving it as well. Being lighter than the sweater, the bra made it only as far as the bed, but I didn’t let that deter my spanko salsa.

My jeans were next. I faced away from my lover and wiggled my bottom back and forth as I lowered the denim pants ever so gradually. When they reached the floor, I stepped out, spun around, and kicked them in the direction of the hamper. I glanced down to see a grin on my dear husband’s face. He was definitely enjoying my little show. I was now wearing only two socks and my pink high-cut briefs. I turned around again, bent forward, and began to rub my bottom seductively. I was no doubt earning the spanking that was surely forthcoming, but this was great fun. No words were exchanged. I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my panties. Rather than slide them off slowly as he probably expected, I rapidly slid them all the way down. When the underwear was off, I spread my legs wide and bent forward to touch the floor, thus providing him with a front row vantage of all my secrets.

Randy began to applaud. He was clearly delighted by my striptease. Finally, I had for once turned the tables, or so I thought.

“That was excellent, Bon! Now let’s see you bend over this stool.”

Nearly breathless and fresh out of better ideas, I did as he asked. I placed my belly on the cold vinyl that coated the top step. Once I was in position, Randy produced my leather cuffs and slipped them onto my two wrists and two ankles. Designed as they are for restraint, each cuff has a small ring to allow attachment of a cord. Randy, of course, had other ideas. He grabbed a roll of grey duct tape from the top of his dresser (now, is that the sign of a real man or what?). He proceeded to fasten each cuff to a leg of the step stool by winding the tape around both cuff and leg. This had to have been the hard way, but it was effective enough. I was bound in place, fully exposed, and unable to move.

I mentally prepared myself for my spanking. It would hurt without a doubt, but it would be wonderful at the same time. At least I hoped it would. I was completely unready for the next sensation. Rather than a hot smack, I felt a cold finger, coated with lubricant, probing my rear orifice. In and out, around and around, he spread the viscous goo. Next, my Prince Charming began to insert a rubber plug. Slowly at first, he pushed, twisted, and pumped until it was in place. I can’t say it was particularly comfortable, but I sufficiently aroused by now to care only slightly.

As I was settling in with the idea of my most private place being thoroughly violated, the spanking began. Randy used a short leather strap to warm up my cheeks. It left a burning sensation with every stroke. When he decided I had enough of that, he switched to a wooden hairbrush. When vigorously applied to flesh of my posterior, it burned too, but in a deeper, more intense, longer lasting fashion. At one point, I recall Randy holding the brush in one hand and the end of the butt plug in the other. The sensations associated with being spanked and penetrated at the same time were so overwhelming that he had to steady the step stool to prevent it from tipping over from my rocking gyrations.

After many hard swats, my man finally decided I had been adequately spanked. He dropped the brush and walked around in front of me. He knelt down and gently kissed me. When he stood again, he lowered his pants and pulled out his weapon. “Open up,” he directed. I leaned my head back to accept his gift. I kissed, licked, and sucked his rod, but bound as I was, I could not grasp it. Eventually, he figured out that he was going to have to either release my arms or hold it himself. He chose the former. He cut the duct tape with knife large enough to make me fear for the integrity of my cuffs, if not my own skin. Once I had my hands back, I was able to execute a blow job that was obviously up to his standards of satisfaction. He finished in my mouth, which doesn’t happen very often.

Speaking of finishing, he decided it was time for my payoff. He stepped behind me and cut my legs free. There’s something strangely satisfying about being liberated using a huge knife. It came none too soon. My position over the step stool was rather uncomfortable. If we do this again, I will insist upon a pillow. My bottom was still positively hot to the touch. From it, Randy retrieved the plug. It too had served its purpose, but now provided more stimulation than I required. My lover helped me to the bed where he had my lie on my back.

At this point, I was nearly exhausted, yet still not sated. Fortunately, Randy had precisely the remedy for this condition. He inserted a buzzing sex toy into my hungry vagina. This was a very welcome entry. Next, he applied his skilled tongue, lips, and teeth to my swelling love nub. He has the most amazing lap and flick technique. In what seemed like less than a minute, I was literally bouncing on the bed in orgasmic ecstasy. My lover held me tightly as I found at last my joyful release. It was wonderful.

Later, in bed, we shared our usual post-mortem. He was blown away by my stripper routine. I had put on a show for him before, but it had been years. Randy was surprised to learn that it was completely spontaneous. He suggested that next time I should give him a lap dance. I replied that I already do every time he puts me OTK. Perhaps that’s not what he meant.

I thought the step stool was a clever idea, though not very comfortable for me. As spankings went, this was a particularly effective one. Randy explained it was because of the combination of position and implements. All I knew was that the glow I was feeling was likely to stick around for quite a while. He really liked the blow job, once I could use my hands. I didn’t expect him to cum in mouth because it happens relatively rarely. Not that I mind…

Finally, there is the matter of the duct tape. I doubt that adhesive will ever entirely come off of my cuffs. They’re still functional, but they look quite messy. Oh well. That and a very sore bottom seem like a small price to pay for a Friday evening of exciting sex and adventure.

Keywords: spanking, hairbrush spanking, bondage, spanking stories

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Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for May 21

Our topic for this week dealt with lighting one’s own fire. Here are your thoughtful and enlightening responses:

Rivka: I've tried self-spanking a couple times - both disciplinary. The first was guilt motivated. I felt horrible for something, and a spanking was the only thing I could think of to relieve the hurt. I lay down almost sideways on my bed, angled slightly frontward, and bent the top leg up at my hip and knee. That position allowed me to reach my "sit spots," above, and the tops of my thighs with the hairbrush I was using. It was a humbling experience, and it took a lot of self-control to really get to the point of actual release.

However, when Rico decided one day to make me spank myself, it was an entirely different ordeal. Of course, that's how it is with anything I suppose. Doing it to yourself is one thing, but someone else making you is most definitely another. I used the same positioning, and the same implement. It was way harder, and required even more self-control than the first. But it sufficiently exhausted me and worked just fine as the punishment he meant it to be.

I’ve never tried it for erotic purposes, but it doesn't seem like it would work out for me. I guess we'll see one day. =)

Pandora: Although I am in a long distance relationship I have never tried self-spanking and doubt if I ever would. I see my other half every 6-8 weeks when he travels from Europe to South Africa for business. I am happy to wait for his visits and his spankings.

Anon: I have made several paddles specifically for self-spanking. Generally, they are longer handled or have a longer business end and work quite well. I have also tried with wooden spoons, hairbrushes, belts, and whatever else I could think of. Sometimes, these work. Sometimes, meh.

Cuddlybum: I've tried it when things get to be too much, but it's just not the same. I miss the feel of the beloved being there and the closeness we feel afterwards. It takes a lot of the emotions out of the process for me.

I prefer waiting for him to come home. No matter how frustrating or long that is!

Susan: It’s a waste of time. If you can decide when to stop, what's the point? A spanking needs to go on longer than you really want, and it's up to the Boss to decide that. There is a machine called Robospanker which will spank you as hard as you wish, but unless you tie yourself down, and have the stop switch out of reach, you get the same problem.

Jean Marie: Just as in middle school when I used to kiss my hand and arm and pretend it was a cute boy, I have gotten through the stretches of life when there was no one to do the honors by administering self-spankings. It's rather ritualized, as I go over my misdeeds while baring the target area and deciding which implements to use. I've gotten pretty good at aiming for the exact spot with a belt swung around my hip from either side. But the best results come from long handled toys such as the hairbrush, wooden spoon, or kitchen spatula. After I've really warmed myself up, I usually have to shuffle into the bathroom to look at the damage. Often, I'll moisten my cheeks at the sink to make it sting more and continue the lesson in there. I guess it's my fertile (warped) imagination, but I get release out of it, especially because ANY spanking, self, playful, erotic, or disciplinary, gets me aroused, and I'll masturbate to orgasm(s) afterward.

We didn't have a ping pong table set growing up. How I envied the girl across the street who did. How I'd fantasize what it would be like to "get it" with one of those round flat perfectly-devised implements.

Years later, I house-sat in a mansion and they had the much anticipated ping pong table set. The first night there I crawled in bed with a varnished wooden paddle with green rubber coating on both sides of the business end, pulled up my nightie, and gave my bare butt a taste. It HURT! The rubber coating had a rough surface and it really tore up my fanny. That didn't mean I didn't give myself a thorough paddling. It does mean that I never did it again, or fantasized about that toy ever again. My sincere empathy goes to any bottoms who get punished by such a vicious tool.

My fantasies have evolved to a customized ping pong paddle with the rubber peeled off and the surface planed down to a thin, light, highly varnished finish. If I'm feeling cruel, I'd make it with little holes drilled through the blade, so it whistles while it works on the deserving bottom and stings ten times worse. The handle is also highly polished, also smooth with rounded edges, so as to be inserted in orifice(s) when the paddling is done. This paddle remains in my mind, NOT in my collection of toys.

Fortunately, there is a wonderful man in my life at present, and he's grown to realize that something happens to me every early Sunday morning that gets me very hot and bothered. So I'm going to end this embarrassing revelation and go upstairs to reveal a bare ass in need of my lover's attention.

Paul: I remember when I broke my right arm and couldn't give Mel what she wanted and needed. I instructed Mel to spank herself with the light tawse It was rather a failure as she couldn't stop giggling. It didn't really work, but was fun.

Mike: I have tried during times when I had no one to spank with. I also test every implement I make on myself with a few swats. It really gives me a good idea of how stingy/thuddy a paddle is going to be.

The best way I found was with a belt. Swinging it around my hip and letting it wrap. At least it’s the best in that it feels most like a real swat. It doesn't take much force to get a good hit with the wrap so I could get a good sting. The hard part is doing it long enough. I think that has to do with what frame of mind you're in.

Finally, I had my wife spank herself once. We were fooling around, and she wanted me to "do something." I told her I would after she got spanked. Well she threw herself over my knee and I refused to start. After begging and begging, and me saying no, she got up and started spanking herself. She was going at it pretty good. It was pretty hot, and before long I couldn’t resist helping her.

Rose: This is a really interesting question. It actually made me think of that scene in "Secretary" where Maggie Gyllenhall tries to spank herself. There have been times in the past where I definitely felt the need for a good spanking with nobody to administer one. I tried with my slapper and it just served to frustrate me.

However, after reading the comments here, I think I'll try a good old fashioned wooden spoon or keep a paddle on hand when I feel the need. However, it's just not quite the same. Spankings are such an erotic, sensual, connecting experience for me that I would be pretty unsatisfied spanking myself without the connection with my lover.

Bonnie: Anyone who has spent much time at this blog knows that I am a hardcore spanko. I have indeed tried self-spanking in two very different circumstances.

When I was a teen, I fantasized endlessly about receiving hard spankings from a tall, nameless male authority figure. The scenes were purely disciplinary. I had misbehaved in some way and justice demanded a severe spanking. I had sexual feelings at that time and they were definitely linked to spanking, but I hadn’t yet assembled all the pieces of the puzzle.

After a lot of experimentation, I determined that my pink plastic hairbrush was the best implement for this purpose. I would wait until there was no one else home and go to the bathroom. Once safe behind a locked door, I hiked my skirt and lowered my panties. I would decide upon a number of whacks, often 50 or 100. I then grit my teeth and quickly delivered the appropriate number of blows. I resolved to not pause for fear that I would quit before the full sentence was completed. When I was done, I would twist around to examine the state of my bottom in the mirror. I recall being able to achieve a bright red color and feeling after-effects the following day. This was a tremendous turn-on for me. Weird as this ritual was, I was thrilled to actual receive a real spanking. Those feelings and the associated memories drove my masturbatory fantasies for several years.

The second case was with Randy. This was entirely erotic. I wrote a fictional account of a self-spanking episode that was very loosely based upon this event. The actual tone was completely different, but the events were somewhat similar. Randy was away on a business trip. I complained to him over the telephone about being lonely. He directed me to do myself many of the things that he would have done to me were he there. I used a wooden bath brush. It didn’t take much effort from me to generate a lot of heat. The self-spanking was not entirely fulfilling because of the absence of a human connection, but it definitely helped.

We’ve tried on other occasions while he was present, but it didn’t work very well. He invariably finds it necessary to take my implement away and show me the proper technique. :D

Jo: You know that we are not really adepts of spanking, a part the here and there slap of the rear while having sex. But I admit that the question stirs my curiosity.

I can hardly imagine that such practice could be as enjoyable as spanking by a partner. But I agree about the fantasizing side of it. Moving into action while day dreaming is something that happens often to me, not with spanking, but with other types of play. I waxed myself many times, and even if the absence of partner makes it different, I quite enjoy myself. ;-)

Patricia: I’ve never tried it. I guess that is mostly because I didn't have to. I wasn't aware of my desires to be spanked until I met my husband. I don't think I could do it. I think my giggle gene would take over and I would be laughing too hard, especially if Bill were around.

Dyke Grrl: I think I've mentioned this in my blog. Yeah, I've done self-spanking, although not very often since starting college. When I was a teenager, I did it probably once a week. I'd stay up until everyone went to sleep, and then I'd get my belt and come up with a scene in my head.

The scenes varied, and I don't remember all of them (boarding schools figured prominently, though). I usually set a particular number of strokes, or number of minutes. I got pretty adept at wielding the belt for maximum impact and minimum sound.

When I started college, with the paper-thin walls, I had to come up with another way of, um, meeting those needs. So I finally discovered masturbation (fueled most of the time by spanking fantasies).

Since then, I pretty rarely self-spank. Occasionally, as an aid to a fantasy, or while figuring out the impact of a toy (although those things never seem to hurt as much when I'm the one holding them), or while trying to get into a story I'm writing.

It's funny, really, how masturbation almost completely replaced self-spanking for me.

And, as others have said, self-spanking isn't as satisfying as being spanked by a partner. (Um, kinda like masturbation vs. partner sex.)

Lee: When I first got into spanking, or more precisely, when I started realizing that I was a spanko as a teenager, I tried self-spanking with things like my belt. At this point, I had no clue that there were other people like me, or that I was normal. So I felt weird, awkward, and embarrassed about it, even though I never told anybody. At that point, it helped, and I craved more from anyone (I also hadn't realized at this point that it was a sexual desire). Since then, I haven't done it again, for a lot of the reasons I mentioned earlier. I do not live alone (I'm currently in college), and am really never alone enough to feel safe doing it. It's easier to explain it as a couple exercise, and it would be easier for the people around me to understand and accept it that way.

Padme: I am like you, a hardcore spanko. I have done self-spanking a few times. I thought about spanking a lot after getting spanked by a ping pong paddle at 16 years old. I thought about doing self-spankings a few times, but was so embarrassed.

Master Anakin has phoned me from work a few times and told me to go upstairs. I take the phone with me and then take my hairbrush and use it on myself. He likes to listen to the whacks himself to make sure I am spanking myself hard enough. I like to make my ass red. This helps me to focus at times when he is not around.

Tigger: Not in the traditional way, but our way was very fun! It started with me talking to my hubby on the phone while he was at work. I was working on a new spanking story, and told him that I was really turned on by it. He chuckled, told me I was a bad girl, and that I should spank myself. I laughed, not thinking that he meant it. That evening, however, he asked me if I'd done as he told me. I looked at him in confusion, not remembering anything he'd specifically asked me to do that day. He told me he was talking about the spanking he said I was to give myself. I told him that I didn't think he'd been serious about that. He said that he was!

So, into the bedroom we went, and off came my shorts and T-shirt. He then told me to bend over the bed while he went to get the sorority-style paddle from our toy drawer! Coming around the bed, he handed it to me, pulled my panties down around my thighs, and then told me to spank myself! I did, but obviously he thought I wasn't doing a very good job because after half a dozen spanks or so, he took the paddle from me and spanked me with it himself!

So, even though it wasn't self-spanking in the traditional sense, it was fun and sexy, and even more so because my hubby was watching!

CeeCi: At first this question made me draw a blank. I've never entertained the idea of a self-spanking. When I first looked at the question I interpreted the act as disciplinary. As my spankings are purely erotic, nope, I don't self-spank. Then I realized, hey, self-spanking could be mastubatory and I'm all over that, so who knows? Perhaps in the realm of pleasing MoJo during one of our lurid phone sessions, it could be an option as I deny him nothing. There would be many giggles as spanking brings out my giggly self.

I loved Paul's tale of the fractured arm and the tawse!


Most of us have tried self-spanking at some point. The consensus is that self-spanking will never measure up to spanking with a partner. Some readers dismiss it as ineffective. However, for a number of others, this act still holds value.

I particularly liked Dyke Grrl’s comparison with masturbation versus sex with a partner. I think that’s an excellent analogy.

Thanks again, everyone! See you next Sunday.

Keywords: spanking, self-spanking, My Bottom Smarts, spanking brunch

MBS Spanko Brunch #18

Welcome back to our Sunday spanko brunch. I invite you to sit back and enjoy the discussion, or better yet jump right in.

Today's question is inspired by none other than Aunty Agony herself. Our dear spanko Aunty recently posted some pictures and discussion regarding self-spanking. Accordingly, our question is:

Have you ever tried self-spanking? If so, how did it work out for you? Did the experience meet your needs? What techniques worked best?

I invite you to contribute your thoughts on this topic. Please leave a comment below, send me an e-mail, or post a response on your own blog. Once everyone has submitted their thoughts, I will post a summary of the discussion.

Thank you, as always, for sharing your experiences...

Spanking 101: Anticipation

In the world of erotic spanking, getting there is definitely half the fun. While there are times when a short and sweet quickie spanking fits the bill, nothing beats the delicious decadence of extended preparation.

For the spanker, announcing a spanking in advance is both an expression of dominance and an invitation to play. It also provides him with the time to prepare more intricate scenarios.

For the recipient, learning of an upcoming spanking in advance triggers a wide array of thoughts and sensations. For me, that moment highlights the sweet dichotomy of recreational spanking. On one hand, my handsome husband is proposing to deliver an powerful bolt of sexual lightning. The very notion makes my skin tingle. My hand slides involuntarily back toward my bottom, not as protection, but to reconnect with the destination of his rough affection.

At the same time, another part of my psyche reacts as a young girl who must soon bend over, stare at the carpet, and endure a painful punishment. This thought releases a hundred butterflies in my stomach. Despite the fact that Randy has spanked me a thousand times before, I still feel nervous. These feelings turn me on as well, but at a totally different level.

I find that a period of waiting supercharges my emotions. It gives me a chance to speculate about what might happen. My fertile imagination runs wild pondering a hundred permutations of spanking and sex. All the while, the contradictions mount. I want the waiting to be over, yet I’m not quite ready to be spanked. I crave the sensation of a spanking, but I’m not yet prepared to embrace the pain. I am eager to submit, though perhaps not just this minute. By the time Randy calls my name, I am already in an intense state of nervous arousal.
There are a number of ways in which couples can heighten the sense of anticipation prior to a spanking. Here are ten practical suggestions:

1. Schedule your spanking at a time when you won’t be rushed or interrupted.


2. Building anticipation is most valuable for erotic spankings. With other types, particularly stress relief spankings, waiting can be counterproductive.


3. Fun surprises make for memorable spankings. There needn’t always be one big surprise. In fact, several small ones can be even more enjoyable. Examples include new toys, new positions, new locales, new techniques, or new scenarios.


4. Prepare the scene. I love a spanking with a theme. They can’t all be Broadway productions, but I absolutely adore it when Randy goes the extra mile to make the experience so much more than just a sore bottom.


5. Physical separation is beneficial during the time of anticipation. This time apart increases the spankee’s curiosity and eagerness, especially when she can hear her partner preparing.


6. Hints go hand in hand with surprises. Sometimes Randy will share the general theme, but none of the details. This tactic gets my mind working even harder.
7. Variety is the spice of life and spanking is spicy play indeed. The broader your spanking repertoire, the more difficult it will be for the recipient to anticipate the events to follow.


8. The duration needs to be right. The waiting interval will vary based upon the couple and the situation. It’s difficult to provide a hard and fast guideline, but less then ten minutes is probably too short and more than two hours will likely prove to be too long. Keep in mind that the desired result is a horny spankee who is primed for an exciting session.


9. Change your sequence. Consider fellatio before the spanking or spanking as a part of intercourse. These small alterations restore the novelty and feed future anticipation.


10. Always remember the love. It’s fun to tease, but cruelty is never positive. Seek experiences that both partners will appreciate.

Anticipation is worthless without the events being anticipated. But together, each can make the other a lot more fun.

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Poll: Spanking Furniture

A few weeks ago, I discussed how otherwise vanilla furniture can serve a variety of spanko purposes. Today, I'd like to hear about your preferences.

What type of furniture works best for spankings? Couch Kitchen chair Recliner Bean bag chair Bed Bar stool Ottoman Coffee table Desk Butcher block Something else Current Results

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Links: The Definitive Answer

I decided that I was too stingy with links. I fixed that.

Before today, my intent had been to share with my readers a relatively small number of high quality, frequently updated, spanko-intensive links. I always figured that keeping up a big list would be a lot of work (and I have plenty already).

I finally decided last night that I couldn't provide interesting new links, keep all my friends, and have a small list. So I simply gave up on that last aim. What you'll find is every cool spanko (and sometimes not all that spanko) blog I could remember. Some may be stale. Some may go dark tomorrow for all I know. But they're here.

If I've slighted someone by omission, I'm sorry about that. Write me a note and I'll try to make things right.

In the meantime, I invite you to take a peek at the places I've been surfing...

A Happy Spanko Troubadour

Regular readers probably won’t be surprised to learn that Randy and I share some rather unusual conversations. Take last night, for example. I had just posted the cheerleader story. I knew it was one of his favorites so I made a point of telling him it was up.

He rushed to the computer and reread my account of our adventure.

“I love that story. You do still have the uniform, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I think we need to schedule a cheerleader reunion.” He was smiling from ear to ear.

“OK.”

“You know I love your blog too.” Let there be no doubt, the man had a lot of love to share last night.

“You do?” I know he reads it and occasionally uses my material as cause to spank me. But he had not really been so definitive before. “Why,” I asked, “do you say that?” I really wasn’t fishing for compliments. I wanted to know.

“After you finish talking about spankings and sex and all that fun stuff, I can count on you being primed for the real thing. How great is that?”

“I’m not always primed, you know.”

“Close enough for me… And another thing, I think it’s so cool that you talk all of those other women into getting their husbands and boyfriends to spank them.”

“I don’t talk anybody into anything. I present my thoughts and feelings. We learn, we laugh, and we share. Readers can do as they please.”

“You know there’s more than one woman out there tonight who’s having trouble sitting down on account of you.”

“I choose not to think of it that way. I’d like to think that if I provide any inspiration, it is to bring couples closer, to help them improve their communication, and to be more loving.”

“…And swat some butts.”

“Well, yeah. That’s our thing and I write about what I know.”

“So I guess that makes you some kind of happy spanko troubadour. You dance from town to town, entertaining as you go and spreading your message of better living through spanking.

“OK, I’ll concede that point. I’m the skipping spanko troubadour of cyberspace. That and $3.49 will buy me a cappuccino.”

“Excuse me? That and my belt will buy you a very sore posterior.”

And so it did...

Keywords: spanking, spanking talk, spanko

The Paddled Cheerleader

Here’s the story for which I was combing my archives last week. Can you believe I found it on an old diskette? I think it was worth the hunt.

By the way, the picture is definitely not me.

Randy and I sometimes enjoy a little role play with our spankings. Wednesday night was a prime example. Our daughter was away at a school-sponsored camp. That provided us with an excellent opportunity to re-energize our romance.

Randy suggested we play the cheerleader game. I should explain that my dear husband has long been crazy for cheerleaders. In his mind, there are few things sexier than the sight of a woman dressed in a short pleated skirt.

At Christmas time, he carried his dreams to the next level. On Christmas night, after the kid has gone to bed, he and I have a tradition where we exchange adult gifts. These typically include sex toys, lingerie, spanking implements, and the like. This past Christmas, Randy gave me a complete cheerleading uniform. It included a red sweater (with a big letter ‘W’ which I am told stands for either “Whack” or “Why aren’t you bent over?”), a red and white pleated skirt, and matching red cheerleader briefs. From the boxes, I deduced that he had ordered the uniform from a cheerleading supply store. This, I thought, could be fun.

I tried on the uniform that evening, but we didn’t get a chance to play… Until Wednesday evening, that is. He arrived home more than an hour ahead of schedule. I was busy upstairs working on a writing project. The rumbling mechanical sound of the garage door startled me. Seemingly within moments, Randy bounded up two sets of stairs and was standing in the doorway. He wore a grin the meaning of which was unmistakable. It was play time.

“It’s almost time for the game, young lady,” He said sternly. “Why aren’t you wearing your cheerleading uniform?”

Slowly catching on, I nodded, saved my document, and walked across the room. As I passed my husband in the doorway, he gave me a crisp swat on my denim-covered behind. It stung, but in a delicious sort of way. I entered our bedroom and closed the door behind me. I stretched to retrieve the box containing the uniform from the top shelf of our walk in closet. I set the box on the bed and opened it. Inside, I found the little red sweater, pleated skirt, and bright red panties, all neatly folded and ready for wearing. I laid each out on the bed.

A shudder went through my body. I was almost as thrilled by the prospect of being a naughty cheerleader as Randy was by the concept of dealing with one. I removed my clothes slowly, still staring at that scarlet and white uniform. I thought I knew what my man had in mind, but I can never be entirely certain. I stripped completely naked. I thought I might keep my bra and panties, but ultimately decided that neither went with a cheerleading uniform. I selected instead a grey sports bra and a white cotton thong to wear underneath.

Now it was time to transform myself into a naughty cheerleader. I pulled on the sweater first. It was tight, but it fit. Sometimes, it’s a blessing to have small boobs. I next pulled the full cut red nylon briefs up and into place. I liked the silky feel, but I harbored no illusions about them providing any real protection during the events yet to come.

I next stepped into the skirt and slid it up over my hips. It felt very short. This skirt was clearly not designed for someone with my ample figure. When I looked in the mirror, I did indeed look the part of a naughty cheerleader. When I turned around, I could see just a hint of red briefs peeking out from beneath my pleated skirt. I knew Randy would absolutely adore that look and tugged the elastic waist of my skirt up another inch. I then tied my hair back in a pony tail. To complete the look, I added a pair of plain white footies and my cleanest athletic shoes.

I took a deep breath and then opened the door.

“Wow!” Randy exclaimed in a tone that betrayed his strong approval. “You look fantastic.” I snickered at having made him forget his role entirely.

“Oh, thank you,” I replied with a smile.

“Enough of that laughing,” he said, again in his gruff principal’s voice. He led me into our study. I could see that he had cleaned off the desk, except for my wooden sorority paddle.

“Bonnie, I have a note here from your teacher, Mrs. Thomas. She says that you have repeatedly been chewing gum, talking in class, and passing notes. What do have to say for yourself?”

“Well, um, I didn’t do it…” I looked at the floor as I mumbled these words. Randy was playing this scene to the hilt.

“Are you calling Mrs. Thomas a liar?” His voice dripped with incredulity.

“No sir.”

“Then you are guilty, aren’t you? Aren’t you, Bonnie?”’

“Yes sir.”

“Mrs. Thomas has recommended the use of corporal punishment, and frankly, I agree. You have been skating along for far too long and the time has come to set things straight. Just because you are the captain of the cheerleading squad doesn’t mean you are too big to be paddled. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“All right then. I want you to bend over the desk.”

I took my position with my chest on the cold wooden surface.

“Grab onto the far edges.”

I did as he commanded and braced myself.

“Do you understand why you are being punished?”

“Yes sir.”

“What then?”

“I wrote notes to Julie and put my gum under the desk and cheated in math.”

“What? You cheated too?” His voice rose a whole octave. Now things were getting really amusing. It was all I could do to not giggle.

“I was planning to give you ten swats, but you’ve just earned fifteen!” I thought about saying, “Oh, goody,” but sanity prevailed.

“Are you ready?” I nodded my head in affirmation. I suspect he would have swatted me regardless of my answer, but again I played along.

The first whack crashed into my bottom with surprising power. As I suspected, the little red cheerleader panties served only as decoration. By the time the second swat arrived, my posterior was burning. I stayed in place. The next few blows were equally severe. This was a fine paddling. My costume truly brought out Randy’s best spanking performance.

I thought he might lower my panties for the last few, but he didn’t. After I had taken all fifteen swats, he helped me back to my feet. I wasn’t sobbing, but I had tears in my eyes from the sheer intensity of the experience. My dear husband hugged me closely and ran his fingers through my hair. His words now were smooth and soothing.

Soon, however, his hands traveled southward. He couldn’t keep his fingers off of my smooth red briefs and the equally red skin immediately beneath. I realized that this role play combined two of his all time favorite fantasies – Spanking and cheerleaders. He led me into our bedroom where he began the next part of our cheerleader adventure.

He sat on the edge of the bed in the spot where he usually sits to spank me. He encouraged me to lie across his lap. I figured that if he wanted to spank me again, then I probably deserved it. I solemnly lowered myself into the classic OTK position. Randy lifted my skirt and paused for a minute, apparently to admire the view. He really does have a cheerleader thing. He pulled down the panties to reveal my well punished globes. They felt very warm and still had a lot of residual sting. He rubbed my inflamed skin with the palm of his hand. The next sensation was remarkably cool. He squirted some lotion onto each side of my bottom and began to massage it in. Any touch hurt at this point, but nevertheless, his technique was most welcome.

Several minutes later, rubbing had turned to caressing and massaging gave way to stimulating. He pulled my briefs and my thong down and all the way off. My lover then positioned me on hands and knees facing the center of the bed. He lifted the little skirt and approached me from behind. He entered me in a single thrust without resistance. I gasped as he delivered full length insertions with a slow, but methodical tempo. He picked up the pace gradually as my hips rocked to meet him. Suddenly, my very consciousness exploded into orgasmic release when Randy squeezed two handfuls of my freshly paddled flesh. The pain and the pleasure blended into a deliriously sweet harmony. I know I had to have been noisy, but I don’t recall actually screaming. In fact, I was so out of it that I barely realized that Randy finished about the same time.

As we lay snuggling in bed afterward, I wondered aloud why we hadn’t tried that before. After all, I’ve known about Randy’s cheerleader thing since before we were married. He told me that he thought the reason was that only now did I possess the self-assuredness to actually become the cheerleader. I thought for a moment and then recognized that he might be right. Ten years ago, I probably would have spent time worrying about how I looked or whether that kind of revealing outfit sends the wrong message to young girls. Now I understand that it’s just for Randy and me. What the rest of the world thinks about it is simply irrelevant.

I believe we’ll play principal and cheerleader again soon, but not until my poor bottom aches a little less!

Keywords: spanking, paddling, cheerleader spanking, cheerleader, spanking role play

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for May 14

Thank you, everyone, for this splendid response. I was concerned that folks might be out celebrating Mother’s Day. A special thanks to all of the mothers for your participation here, and for all you do when you’re not in front of a computer.

The question concerned tactics for participating in our favorite aerobic exercise when you share your home with children. Here is a summary of your wonderful thoughts and suggestions:

Anon: I know that a lot of BDSMers will only play if their children are out of the house. I think a lot depends on the age of the child. From when my child was very young, I made sure to tell him not to worry if he heard noises if he woke up in the night. I explained that just like he enjoyed playing noisy games, so did the grown-ups. If he did hear anything, not to worry, as it was just the grown-ups playing.

I reminded him of that periodically over the years, and for many years, he accepted it quite happily. On two or three occasions he woke during the night and banged on the wall and yelled at us to be quiet so he could sleep.

The 'grown-up games' were never elaborated on. Young children are quite accepting of bare facts without needing to know more. Later on, when he was around 10, one day when we were chatting he asked, in a suspicious tone of voice, whether these were 'sex games'. I replied that they were and that when he was older he would understand why grown-ups liked them.

By this time he was already aware that men and women can make babies, and that making babies didn't necessarily mean people loved each other, but that it was ok for all sorts of people to love each other (we had gay friends).

I didn't elaborate on what I personally enjoyed. He didn't need to know that, and he didn't ask. And really, that was pretty much that. When he entered his teens I knew he periodically stole porn from my bedroom when I was out, but then I think that's pretty normal for a teenager.

When he was around 14 or 15, he tentatively beat about the bush to ask me if I was being abused, and I reassured him that I was not. It was adult fun and I was pretty happy with my sex life.

He's now an adult and I like to think he's one of the sweetest, most tolerant young men I know. I don't think he shares my kink at all. If he does, he keeps it well hidden. But we have a good relationship and discuss a lot of stuff, so I think he'd tell me if he were.

Spanked Minx: Having no kids (yet), I guess it would be behind closed doors as a vanilla relationship would. However, we do have another problem. At the sign of a bare bottom spank or a cane being swished about our cats seem to think the day’s entertainment is solely for them and bed themselves down to enjoy the show. Should we cover their eyes?

Jean Marie: The anonymous mother's first posting is very sage. Discreet honesty is the best policy. I don't have any children of my own, but have been in relationships with divorced dads who did. Years ago in L.A., I was involved with a man with a teenaged brat of a daughter, who leeringly asked us over breakfast one Saturday to confirm if she'd heard her dad spanking me the night before. I wanted to answer that I always felt that spanking was far too much fun to waste on children. Instead he sent her to her room for the disrespectful tone/attitude. I could see that he was bothered and contemplative about it, so I raised the hem of my bathrobe until my bottom was revealed and bent over the table. "It's who we are. She hears the sounds of two people making love, which is healthy." He took the invitation, spanked me vociferously and fucked me even more loudly. The disciplinary measures (both the daughter's and the lovers') seemed to answer her curiosity. She never brought it up again.

The dog that my current lover got from the pound is scared by thunder, loud noises, especially the sound of his owner's hand slapping my bottom. The louder the report across my posterior, the more frightened the pet. Unlike the cats of Minxy's, the dog runs whenever I get spanked. If and when I have kids, I hope that'll be their attitude. Run for it, Mommy's gonna get a whippin'!

Pandora: I am a single mother of 3 and I think that my children are the most wonderful blessing. I stand small before their unconditional love for me and their physical and emotional well being will always be my first priority.

I have 2 bits of advice:

1. Make use of the unexpected opportunities, when the baby sleeps and the older kids are out for a few minutes. Leave the washing for later and rather have some happy spanks and a hug.
2. Plan. Decide on a set a date and time for a spanking session, organise with friends to look after the kids for a few hours, and have fun. The anticipation alone before a well planned spanking like this is a wonderful feeling.

Mike: For us, anything other than a few playful swats in bed have become increasingly rare. We have a 16 month old. We did learn:

1. He really can sleep like a rock sometimes.
2. Closing doors and being downstairs helps.
3. Alone time for the two of us is precious, and often painful.
4. It hurts more when it's less frequent.

Rose: Not having kids of my own, it's difficult to answer this question. I'm not always a quiet spankee and obviously the cat and slapper make a good deal of noise. I would think that a baby would be easier to deal with. Closing doors and being in another part of the house, as Mike said, would be good with a really small child. The trouble would come as the child gets older and more aware of what's going on. I would imagine setting dates when the kids were on play dates or sleepovers and planning the occasional child visit to the grandparents. Maybe sneaking in lunch dates if possible while the child was in school. It would be quite the challenge, I think.

Paul: When we married, we well knew we were spankos. So we planned everything, master bedroom as far from the childrens’ rooms as possible, baby alarms, and our bedroom as soundproofed as possible. Mel's parents would always be happy to baby sit for us, we didn't anticipate any problems. Unfortunately, the children weren't destined to come.

We had a good life with no hassles. To be honest, we would have preferred the hassles.

Tigger: Well, we don't have kids, so I'm not speaking from experience on this one, but I have read things on other blogs and boards. From what I read, couples with kids seem to have to fit in their spanking when the kids aren't home, which seems like the most logical way to do that.

Padme: My advice is to get a good sitter. Master's parents sit with our son every Saturday unless they are sick. We know we can plan for uninterrupted spanking time for that day. Even if we are not able to have time together for spanking all week, we just wait for Saturday.

Sometimes, we wait until the kids are in bed and we use our basement which locks on the outside and inside. Locks are a wonderful thing to have in your house if you have children. Make sure all of your toys are locked up also.

That's how it works with us. We have two children. One is 5 and the other is 11.

I am sitting on a nicely sore ass today thanks to hours of no kids around yesterday with sitting.

Cuddlybum: I don't have kids but I do have a lodger, and I swear it's more hassle!

For my money, the radio is a great thing. But I think he's starting to worry that I'm being abused. I’m not sure how on earth I'm going to deal with that one! He's also getting into the habit of trying to see everything I look at on the net. That’s not pleasant!

Susan: There’s no way should children be aware of what their parents are up to, because if they do, it will be around their school in a flash, and onto other parents who might well not approve. So maximum secrecy is a must. Ideally, a lockable soundproof spanking room, or perhaps a garden house. Getting a sitter and going away is OK, but not very spontaneous. There is always the great outdoors (A bare bottom spanking with the bird and bees looking on is one of my favourites). And do keep your weapons under lock and key. There’s nothing worse than Junior arriving in the middle of a dinner party waving our favourite flogger!

Tony: I guess it all depends on the age of the children. When the kids were very young, two or three years old, we just waited for them to fall asleep and let the games begin. They would sleep through a rock concert at that age. When they were maybe five or six years old, they woke up more easily, so after they were asleep we would play with quiet toys and my wife would bite the pillow instead of yelling out. From say 9 to 12 years, we could still play, but only very lightly. When they became teenagers, we had to wait for them to be out of the house with friends or we gave them mall or movie money to keep them occupied safely away from home.

Finally, they reached college age and moved into dorms. We could again spank away as loudly as we wished. We could spank and have sex in every room in the house. When they would come home on weekends they would go out with there friends and my wife and I could have our fun and go to bed before they came home from partying. Once, our 20 year old daughter was looking under our bed for gift wrapping paper and found our leather paddle. She didn't blush or laugh. She just held it up and said to my wife "So is this for a little hanky spanky fun?" My wife didn't answer her question. She just told her to get the gift wrap and leave OUR toys alone. Nothing else was ever said about the paddle.

Mary: Like mother like daughter – I sometimes heard grown-up noises. There was one night when what I heard sounded like spanking. But during my late teens, I was quite happy to dismiss the noises I heard, and NOT talk about it. I knew mom wasn't abused. She was a very strong person and had not tolerated even verbal abuse from any man. As for the rest of it, I was old enough to understand that grown-ups can like different things, and young enough to really not want to discuss it.

As for being a young child, my dad was in a fraternity when I was small. On Saturdays, my mom worked, so he would take me to the frat house with him to play football, study, and hang out. There was an upstairs and I was not allowed up there because there were "ghosts." When I was near the staircase, I would often hear strange noises and smell strange smells. I was convinced the ghost did indeed live upstairs. In college, I realized that ghosts smelled like weed and once I married, I realized that the moans of sex sound very ghost like!

I am not saying that telling your child there are ghosts is a great idea, but it was effective in keeping me from wondering upstairs and seeing things a child shouldn't. When I finally figured it out, I thought it was funny. So I think your first reader was right. Tell them enough to keep them from worrying, but don't feel you have to be silent or too stressed about it. Kids are very accepting and adaptable. They may figure out what you were up to when they grow up, but they will accept what you tell them until then.

Dyke Girl: Well, we weren't technically parents, but we were taking care of my teenaged brother for several years, so we were in a kind of parental position. With a teenager, at least with him, we made sure he had access to lots of music he liked, and generally only requested that he keep the noise down late at night. Also, we got him some good soundproofed headphones. And he thought we were doing this to be nice to him.

Aside from that, it was mostly about catching those moments when he was away from home but we were in, or finding some time to play outside the house. (We went to the occasional play party, not to interact with anyone else, but to have a chance to be noisy! Especially for my birthday spankings).

In general, we need to be pretty quiet if we play at home anyhow, because noise bounces around our block something fierce--if we can hear every discussion in the neighbors' houses, then, well, probably they can also hear everything that goes on in our house. I suppose it's the down side of living right in the city.

Bonnie: As many others noted, there is no single best answer. Randy and I are happy empty-nesters today, but for many years, we had to seize our opportunities as they arose. As Padme mentioned, we planned special events where we could be alone. Some of those are immortalized here.

In many cases, though, we had to think spontaneously. Even five minutes is enough to deliver an impressive spanking. In recent years, when our daughter was older, we waited for her to go to school, work, or some activity. When she was a little kid, we would play while she slept, but that always made me nervous. We have a garage that is attached to our basement. Our daughter’s room was on the second floor. She shouldn’t have been able to hear anything but the noisiest of activities, but we worried she would wake up and come looking for us.

She and I have never discussed this thing we do, but I’ve long suspected that she knows more than she wants to know.

Sparkle: We have a two-year old at home. We are near the point of requiring... well... caution, as she doesn't yet understand that adults sometimes do things that children shouldn't.

A few days ago, Chris walked through the kitchen while I was doing dishes, stopped and smacked me once on the bottom through my jeans, and then continued. The princess followed close behind him, and did the same thing.

He didn't think it was a big deal, but I did. She mimics frequently, and I asked him how he would feel if the princess went to school and repeated the behavior on her pre-school friends.

We envision continuing our flirtatiousness, but exchanging actual discussion and threats with euphemisms. Our kinky friends have developed and are developing into simply being 'friends' with kinky discussions held out of earshot. Our house is conducive to re-locating spanking to a far distance from her bedroom, even though our bedrooms are quite close and we are within easy crying and visiting distance late at night. Room arrangement will probably also be a consideration when we next move.

Our biggest obstacle is my ability to keep from loudly squealing. Chris isn't a great fan of gags, but I spend a fair amount of energy biting down on pillows and teddy bears.

In summary, the answer largely depends upon the maturity of the children and specific situation. There are a lot of great ideas here, and I thank you all. See you next Sunday!

Keywords: spanking, spanking privacy, spanking quietly, spanking brunch