Spankings Remembered

While visiting The Spanking Writers (highly recommended), I encountered a post by Haron where she provided a brief summary of some of their older stories along with links. Her logic was that since their blog is now much more popular than it was when the stories were originally published, many readers didn't even know they existed.

When I read this, I was inspired. When this blog began nine months ago, I sought to attract visitors. I did this by posting several of my very favorite spanking tales. In the long run, the strategy worked, but only a handful of people ever read those early stories.

I doesn't seem fair to simply repost the stories as if they were new, but Heron's summary with a link presentation would be splendid. So, here are six spanking accounts from the early days of MBS:

Anything But That - My dear husband bends my submissive mind and swats my bottom in this erotic adventure.

Good for the Gander - I definitely got more than I bargained for when I tried to turn the tables on Randy.

When It Rains - A well-executed "quickie" spanking.

Spanko's Night Out - We took our show on the road with fine results.

Forty One Candles - One of Randy's Amazing Birthday Extravaganzas!

The Long Way - On this weekend trip, we took the long way home and included a stop for a midnight spanking and sex outdoors.

We're going to be on vacation for a few days, so I invite you to enjoy these stories in the meantime.

Keywords: spanking, spanked, spanking stories, bottom smarts

Spanking 101: Letting Go

As a spanking progresses, it’s quite natural for the recipient to experience ambivalence and feelings of resistance. The acute pain and the sense of being out of control contribute to a desire to escape and flee. At very least, she will desperately want the spanking to conclude. Such resistance may be manifest as screaming, begging, kicking, or trying to get up. Even the spankee who remains quiet and in position may still resist by acting as though it doesn’t hurt or by pretending that she is so tough that it doesn’t register.

This kind of resistance seldom yields the desired results. In fact, many spankers find it troublesome. They too would like to complete the spanking, but not before the full benefits are realized. The spanker’s typical response is to tighten his grasp and spank harder. A spankee who is still struggling is not yet ready to submit and accept her spanking.

If the spankee is stubborn, this contest may continue for some time. Eventually, though, she will reach a point when she no longer desires to struggle. She has accepted her fate and made peace with it. I call this magical moment "letting go." She can feel her entire body physically relax. Suddenly, the falling blows don’t hurt so much any more.

Once she has "let go," strong feelings of submission overwhelm all other emotions. She feels small and suddenly in need of her partner’s loving touch. Rather than an violation of her sovereignty, the spanking now feels like a caring expression of his dominance. She doesn’t fight it any longer. There is no need to resist because both partners are now working toward a common goal.

For the spanker, reaching the "letting go" stage indicates that his message has been received. For the spankee, the experience is considerably more intense and emotional. She realizes intuitively that she need not face her problems alone. She can stand with her partner and take them on together, one challenge at a time. I find that the overpowering physical and emotional shock of a hard spanking tends to push out feelings of negativity, despair, frustration, and overload.

The spanking often ends soon after the point of "letting go." Gentle aftercare, such as hugs, caressing, kisses, and whispered encouragement, nurtures the spankee’s budding feelings of submission. Lovemaking is typically welcome as well.

Most spankos have experienced that moment of "letting go." For me, the benefits inherent in intimate spankings usually begin at that instant and last for hours afterward. It’s a feeling that I anticipate and one I treasure.

Silly Spanking Game

Keywords: spanking, bottom smarts, spanking game

Poll: Who Initates?

Common sense tells us that a spanker does the spanking and the spankee is the recipient. Before the spanking reaches that physical stage, however, there is generally some discussion between the partners. Our poll question today deals with who raises the issue of spanking. Is it the spanker's idea? Or does the spankee prompt him to spank by asking, hinting, cajoling, teasing, or bratting? We would love to hear what you think.

In your relationship, who most often initiates spanking activities? Spanker Spankee Current Results

In With The New

I recently mourned the passing of a few blogs I've long enjoyed. Several others appear to be on extended hiatis. In a very selfish way, this disappoints me because these were people that I felt I had come to know and appreciate. At the same time, I recognize that each blogger must make their own choices. When the day comes that I step away from this blog, I'm sure it will be for a valid reason. I owe my colleagues no less respect.

The good news is that for every blog that has disappeared, three new ones have sprung up to take its place. I counted the number of new spank-friendly blogs that have appeared since May 1. There are eighteen!

A Spanking Good Time

Angel Reflections

Bad Behavior

Cassie's Space

Damnation's Cellar

Fanny Annie's Blog

Fantastic Spanking

Hidden Flames

Incorrigible Girl

Katie's Spanking Blog

Mistress Sky

Paul Sez

Spank the Weasel

Spanking and Marital Bliss

Spkrbryan's Blog

Storm and Wind

Terri Madison

Well Spanked Bot

(If I've forgotten anyone, please tell me)

I recognize that a couple of these are new blogs from familiar faces, but most are entirely new. In any case, all are worthy of a visit.

To these new bloggers, I bid you welcome. There are plenty of interested readers for everyone. Your insight and creativity make our community stronger.

I wish each of you well with your blog. Below are links to some suggestions I assembled a while back as a guide to enhancing your blog. It's certainly not the final word, but I think there are a number of useful tips.

My Blogging Smarts More Blogging Smarts

Come what may, I hope you find the spanko blogging experience as rewarding as I have!

Keywords: spanking, spanking blogs

Fiction: Cassie's Most Memorable

Cassie’s story about her first adult spanking experience was so sweet, there simply had to be a return engagement. Now, MBS presents for your reading pleasure, Cassie’s Most Memorable.

It wasn't long into my marriage that I realized that my first spanking wasn't going to be a one time deal. Tom made it clear that he expected me to act like a lady. I had been truthful with him before the wedding that I had seen and done many things in my life that might disqualify me as this lovely lady that he wanted. He told me as far as he was concerned time began when we met and everyone had a clean slate.

During the first few years most of my spankings came from using ugly language in front of my husband, or worse in his eyes, in front of others. Occasionally, I would tell a juicy piece of gossip or tell an off-color story to our friends. Tom would lean close to my ear and whisper “When I get you home, I’m going to wear you out.” My stomach would tighten and I knew I would be across his knee before bedtime. Most of these spankings hurt like the devil and kept me from sitting comfortably for days, but there were only a few that I felt were true punishment.

Some real problems began after about three years. Tom began a project that kept him working long hours for months. I became bored and lonely. We lived in Nevada then, and I began spending time at the casinos several afternoons a week with my friends. Soon I began going alone every day to drink and gamble. I don’t know if I had a gambling addition, but I know I was coming close. In one afternoon alone, I lost $900 (an absolute fortune at that time). I was scared and I didn't seem to be able to stop myself. I stayed up that night to talk to Tom and I told him everything. I didn’t think he would spank me for this confession or even for losing so much money and he didn’t. I always knew in advance what would cause a spanking and we had never discussed this before. Basically, I wanted his help. We decided that evening that my gambling days were over. Tom assured me that he would back up our decision with the hairbrush if it became necessary.

My problem was that I couldn’t stop. At first, I would confess when I slipped, but I hated that darn hairbrush (my wedding gift no less - I used to refer to it as the fire brush). I then began to lie to Tom. This is something I still regret today. He kept pretty close tabs and when he would find out one way or another, it was bottom scorching time. All of this came to an end when we decided to relax and take a cruise with four other couples.

I love cruises! We five couples had often traveled together. But mostly I was looking forward to spending time with Tom. The first night we wandered the ship. It was so beautiful! We passed the casino and Tom patted my bottom as we went by and said, “Don’t even think about it.” I wasn’t worried as long as he was around. There are plenty of other ways to amuse ourselves. It was wonderful! We ate, danced, watched the sun rise and set, went to shows, swam and made love! But on the third night, I just don’t know what came over me. All of the others were going to the casino after the midnight buffet. I wanted to go too! I was in an ill mood, so I didn’t have much to say as we went to bed. At 1:30, I could no longer stand it. I suppose that sanity completely left me because I stole out of bed, slipped back on my evening dress, and headed for the casino. I’m not sure if I really thought that I could get away with it or not, but I had a vague idea that if I was back by 4:00 AM, it just might work.

Casinos just have an excitement to them, a pulse of their own. I got a drink and sat down at the slot machines. Soon I was completely absorbed. But I wasn’t completely crazy. I actually did keep a close eye on the time. I was playing and winning and loving it when, just a bit after 3:00am, I looked up to see the most terrifying sight I have ever seen in my life.

Tom was standing in the doorway, wearing his pajamas and robe, holding the ivory hairbrush. We all know that clenching, tingling feeling you get when you know you are going to get a spanking and you know that there is nothing you can do about it. Well, this wasn’t that feeling. I felt like I had just grabbed a live wire! Every fiber of my being was in panic mode. My mind just went black with dread. I knew that Tom meant to spank me right there in front of friends and strangers alike.

Tom walked straight to me and said “Cassie, you shouldn’t be here.” I wanted to say something, anything to get him to take me out of there and back to the room. I didn’t care what he did as long as it was there! But I couldn’t say a word. I felt paralyzed. Tom pulled out one of the gambling stools and without wasting a moment, I was over his knee. You need to see the whole picture here. I was a grown women, mid-thirties, beautifully dressed, hair and make-up immaculate, with my bottom suddenly served up over my husband’s lap like that of a naughty child -- in front of a room full of people, including my best friends! He wasted no time. The first lick made me cry out (something I rarely did), but I don’t think that I have ever been hit so hard. The man’s aim was perfect, right where leg and bottom meet. Every stroke landed at this spot on one side or the other. I had never had a spanking that caused a burn like this. This was probably one of my shortest spankings, not more than 20 or 25 licks. But Babe Ruth would have been proud of every strike!

When Tom was finished he stood me up. I was way past embarrassment. I was mortified and I didn’t know whether to cover my face or grab my bottom. Sheer pain decided for me as I grabbed my rear and tried to get some relief. Tom, you just have to know Tom, turned to our friends and said casually, “We’ll say goodnight now.” He took my hand and led me from the casino. Tears blurred my vision, but I have the fleeting memory of the women in the room with their eyes big as saucers, hands covering their mouths, and the men I saw seemed to be trying to suppress grins.

In the elevator alone with Tom, I did cover my face and cried. He took my hand again as we got to our floor and he lead me to the room. We went directly to the bedroom where he sat me on the bed. I leapt to my feet again because of the pain, but he firmly made me sit. He gently took my chin in his hand and made me look up at him. He looked me in the eye and said “Cassie, that was the last time you are ever going to gamble. If I ever catch you in a casino again we will have a repeat performance of tonight. If I ever find out that you have been somewhere to gamble I will take you back to that place and wear you out in front of everyone. That’s a promise. So when you find yourself tempted again, you think about tonight, and see if you think that it will be worth it.”

Tom helped me off with my dress and I lay on the bed still sniffling and crying a bit. Tom curled up next to me and held me until I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning Tom was already dressed. He came over and kissed me and told me to get ready. We were meeting the others for brunch. I assumed he was out of his mind. I had no intention of leaving the room until we docked and then I was going out with the luggage. Tom had other ideas. He told me that we had planned this vacation with our friends and we had another four days, and that I would take part in all activities. I begged. I cried. I just couldn’t face a dinning room of people who knew!

In the end, I went with him to the dinning room. What choice did I have? Everyone should have the experience of having an entire room go silent when you enter. Believe me, once is enough. The silence that fell over the dinning room as we came through the door was proof that every passenger and probably the crew from captain to cabin boy knew what had happened in the casino. Tom had assured me that a lady knows how to conduct herself in any situation (Really? Have you seen this situation covered in Emily Post Guide to Manners?) But I held my head high and walked with Tom to the table. I did not let anything register on my face as I sat as gingerly as I could. My friends were wonderful and kept a nice casual conversation going all through breakfast. I was also grateful when Tom took the men off after we ate so that we ladies could really talk. We found lounge chairs by the pool so I could lie on my stomach and we discussed the previous evening. I don’t think that they understood all about the way Tom and I relate to each other and why I find this acceptable, but they are good friends and knew how much we loved each other and that was enough for them. Many would wonder if they could ever get over embarrassment on this scale. I wondered too. But I finally realized that enough time can allow you to find humor in most any situation. About two years after the cruise, we were at a small dinner party with the same couples and two new couples. One of the new ladies suggested that we make plans to go on an all-night gambling cruise that was being advertised in our area. Silence descended over the party as everyone tried not to look at me. I just turned to my new friend and said “Dear, you go right ahead and make plans, but please leave me out. As far as I’m concerned gambling is nothing but a pain in the ass.” As laughter exploded around the room, I turned to Tom and saw that for the first and only time in my married life, I wasn’t going to get a spanking for saying “ass.” Tom just raised his glass as a toast and kept on laughing.

Thank you, Cassie, for that marvelous sequel! For more of Cassie's spanking stories, I invite you to visit her brand new blog, Cassie's Space.

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for June 25

So, I guess we can safely conclude that there are plenty of roleplay spankings happening out there. Here are your wonderful responses.

Cuddlybum: Oooh roleplays! Where do I start?

Yeah, we use them. A lot. In fact, I just bought the cutest little black skirt for one of them, perfect for the classic schoolgirl scene! I've mentioned the naughty nurse one on the blog recently, and we're planning a secretary one as soon as 1) the beloved is home, and 2) the lodger takes the hint and gives us some privacy…

Roelplay is fantastic when we're both feeling kinky and play-like. It’s a chance to have some really good fun and for him to practise being stern and cross and for me to practise being sub and obedient! Basically, we're all for it!

Paul: We loved roleplay. I first met Mel while she was still at school, so one of our favourite games was naughty schoolgirl and stern teacher. Another was a lazy stable girl and strict stable master. There was also an incompetent secretary and angry boss. She had all the right clothes for these games.

Strangely all these games seemed to end up in the bedroom, I wonder why? *G*

Jean Marie: Like Cuddlybum (and I'm sure scores of others), we use role-playing a great deal and I absolutely love it. The chance to be somebody else for awhile is quite alluring (Did you know that I went to Hollywood right out of college and tried to make it as a professional actress for a time? Maybe if I'd been paid with spankings instead of SAG union scale of about $400 a day, I'd have been more successful!)

My all-time favorite scenario is "naughty school girl sent down to the office." Kyle and I even play two versions, American, where I get hand spanked and paddled, often with a ruler, and British (including accents) where I get spanked and then caned. In the U.S. version, I love to continue it at home, where my irate daddy takes off his belt and straps my bare butt at the dinner table for getting into trouble at school (I beg-off from this if I've got a set of cane stripes, though).

And of course, costuming is very important. I've bought four different short plaid skirts over the years. The same white Peter Pan collared blouse has worked all along. White cotton underpants are key if I wear knee socks. If I choose fishnet stockings, I'm a BAD, bad girl and so don't wear panties (something else to get punished for).

I agree, Bonnie, this is a very rich vein to be mined. This question is a TEN on my arousal scale. Unfortunately, my boyfriend is away, traveling on business. But I've now decided how to greet him when he comes home Tuesday night.

Tigger: Roleplay? Oh yeah, lots of it. We have a HUGE collection of clothes to fit any of the scenarios that we like to create.

We both love the bad schoolgirl scenario, but usually the punishment is by daddy rather than a teacher (you know, the note comes home from school where I've already been spanked for disobedience and I know I'm gonna get it again at home, including corner time, which I hate).

Hubby loves for me to play the wanton slut routine and has even sent me to the adult toy store in a skimpy, raunchy outfit appropriate for a hooker. He LOVES for me to act slutty, which is against my nature (I'm just not that outgoing in my relationships). He's encouraged me to dress super sexy and go out to a bar and tease the guys (he, being the voyeur that he is, wants to go in separately and just watch). He also LOVES cheerleader skirts (and the proverbial uniform skirts) so he often has me put one of those on before a spanking, just to get his own juices flowing.

We use roleplay for fun, but even more to push our own preconceived boundaries, such as personal insecurities or fear of certain implements or appearances or whatever. And the schoolgirl stuff works GREAT for my accountability.

We've done lots of safe, but believable, Daddy/daughter roleplay in an attempt (at least in my mind) to create safer, happier, more "in control" memories of the way I wish I had been raised (rather than by the sick sadistic bastard that was my Dad).

Mike: I'll just chime in real quick from the other side. We don't use roleplay at all. We tried a little bit, but we both found we were focusing on the sensations rather than the scenario.

There’s nothing at all wrong with roleplay from my point of view, I think we just like to skip to the best part (for us).

Rose: We don't use roleplay in our spankings. Somehow, I can't quite see Jefferson doing that. It's not really his style. There are times I think about it, like "the saucy serving wench" needing punishment for not serving her lord on time, which would lead to great sex after, of course. I guess my fantasies all sort of run in that direction, saucy girl gets it from her "lord and master" for being saucy and sassy. Hmm, maybe it's time for a chat with Jefferson about roleplaying?

Damnation's Cellar: Personally, I like roleplay and have been in relationships in the past where it's been used. I think the creativity it fosters is great. Currently speaking, my husband isn't into it, although I am tempted to bring the subject back up since it's been planted in my mind (Thanks, Bonnie!). B has alluded to a couple of roleplay scenarios, but so far, they have only been in discussion. (So far...)

Tigger Too: We do roleplay, and we both love it! One of my hubby's favorites, and mine too, is when I dress up like a naughty schoolgirl, with the mini skirt, thigh-high white stockings, and high-heeled Mary Jane's! His other favorite is when I dress up in a waist cincher, push-up bra, skimpy panties, garter belt and high-heels, and act all naughty!

Bonnie: I’ve documented before Randy’s love of the spanked cheerleader scenario. It’s absolutely his favorite.

There is another scenario we’ve discussed, but never tried. Randy likes the look of some nurse’s uniforms. In particular, he is fond of the tight, white pants made from a light, almost translucent, fabric such that panties are clearly visible beneath. His theory is that the coloration from a spanking might be visible as well. I’ve been meaning to buy a uniform, but it just hasn’t been a priority. Perhaps, it’s time to review my priorities…

Mistress Sky: We've always used roleplay. I adore it. It’s another excuse to go shop for a new outfit or new toys, or just to innovate a bit.

I'm an excellent slutty secretary and have been an incompetent teacher, a bad schoolgirl... The list goes on! You've got me all excited just thinking about it, too!

TBH: I've never needed roleplay myself, but have accommodated it with a partner. There are lots of us who have guilt or some sense of deviance intrinsic to our spanking interests. Maybe, just maybe, roleplay removes spanking a half-step from reality (i.e., this deal is theatre, fantasy, a lark and not the "real me?") I'm more comfortable with a partner who may tease to prompt the spanking ('cuz that's just plain fun? 'cuz that might be her way, or mine, of employing "theatre?"). But I love to talk about it before doing it, and even have her active participation in planning and positioning before the patting and paddling begin. A need for the "schoolgirl" or "stern uncle" stuff is a slight distraction.

Padme: As you can tell from our blog, we definitely roleplay. Our favorite is pretty obvious to our readers. Master Anakin loves the schoolgirl role playing. I have many different skirts and outfits. We have also done Star Wars role playing too. I find it is a really kinky way to have some foreplay to get things started and to feel naughty. I get on my school girl outfit and automatically feel submissive and ready to be spanked.

I would like to try more costumes to go with the role playing like a nurse costume or cop uniform. :)

Mary: Roleplay is fun and we use it at times. Sometimes I am the wayward secretary that can't spell right or get the itinerary worked out (not a stretch for me on the spelling part). He, of course, is the boss who is ready to fire me. When I beg for my job, he offers a compromise. He will spank me. Sometimes, I am a very provocative secretary that gets away with doing things because of my dress and flirting (less for other men in the office, but the boss is not pleased and reprimands me for my unprofessional dress).

Dress codes were such an issue in school that I also like playing schoolgirl getting spanked for inappropriate dress. Then there is the schoolgirl getting spanked by the headmaster for just about anything really, including getting caught with the boys :-) This one often involves the cane and I hate that part. I have also played a waitress who is incompetent at a fine dining establishment. The boss is not impressed by my strip club style flirtiness to prevent angry customers from complaining. As you can see, I really love getting spanked for being naughty. Oh, and he can be so firm and convincing in any of these roles.

Cassie: One of my favorites is "Captive." I'm grabbed from behind, blindfolded and led to the bedroom. If I resist while being undressed or tied up, it leads to a spanking with a variety of implements. I can fight and rail as much as I want, but the more I fight, the more I'm punished. When he feels that I am properly subdued he takes me and does anything he wants. I'm touched, rubbed, pinched, and probed in every possible place.

When we have all day to play, there is a "second" captor who comes in and hand feeds me and lets me up (still blindfolded) to use the bathroom. When we play this way, I never know what to expect when he walks into the room. Maybe a gentle caress or maybe a leather strap to my behind. Just being blindfolded all day and never knowing what's next is wonderful. I recommended it!

Kittygirl: I love roleplaying and would like to do more, but I can be shy sometimes. My favorite is, of course, the naughty schoolgirl. I would also love to do a pirate roleplay where I'm captured and must be spanked into submission. I also would like to play doctor complete with temperature taking and a prescription for spanking.

Patricia: Bill met me when I was still in high school. He was a police officer assigned to make sure that all of the girls (I attended an all-girls Catholic high school) got across the street without getting killed. So you can say that role playing began before we even had sex. After 25 years of marriage, I still have my orginal school uniform and it still fits. It still gets plenty of use too. But for some reason, he loves the look of my field hockey uniform the best. Maybe it's the little skirt with the panties underneath that he loves. Who knows? I do know I will be having a great night when he says "Young lady, I just got your grade report and I'm not one bit happy" (that means school uniform) or "So you cut gym class again. Well, little girl, tonight you will be sweating" (that means hockey uniform). My heart does a tiny flip-flop because I know my butt will be spanked and then we will be making love all night. Bring on the plaid skirts any day!

CeeCi: Two weeks ago, I sent my darling MoJo a list of some of the things I'm wanting to explore. Among those things is roleplaying. The responses here are amazing and have given me more ideas.

We've done a little bit of roleplaying. I've dressed as the snooty society woman who needs to be brought down a notch or two. I've also dressed as a schoolgirl. Both roles placed us in an excited and playful state. I'm ready to do more. I mentioned to him in my message that I'm fascinated by all things medical. I note KittyGirl wrote of that as well. My desire is to be the patient in the hands of the wise physician ready for whatever medicine he thinks will cure my ills.

Don in Wyoming: Yes, we do roleplay - a slutty secretary with a mouth, a Persian slave princess, etc. I will ask the fair DW to post her thoughts on the matter. Perhaps I will find out about a new fantasy from her post...

The thing about roleplay for me, was finding out that the gals had the some of the same fantansies that I had carried around, with a degree of shame, in my head for years.

Katie Spades: We employ roleplay when it is not a discipline spanking. We have done naughty schoolgirl and professor, pirate and slave, foreign exchange student and housedad, R/A (resident advisor) and college cutie, prisoner and warden, dorothy and the Wizard, a Japanese schoolgirl and her American teacher, cheerleader and coach, and many others. We have so many outfits and when it's not a disciplinary spanking, roleplay is SO much fun!


I must say. You folks sure know how to have a good time! Thanks for sharing your experiences.

Keywords: spanking, roleplay spanking, spanking roleplay, spanking brunch

MBS Spanko Brunch #23

Today is Sunday, so it must be time for our spanko brunch. Please pull up a well padded chair and join us. This week's question touches upon one of my favorite topics.

Do you and your partner employ roleplay during your spankings? If so, which scenarios are your favorites? If not, are there any roleplaying adventures that appeal to you?

I invite you to contribute your opinions and insights. 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.

Thanks in advance for sharing your roleplay experiences and aspirations!

Tom the Dom Meets Kat the Brat

I discovered a brand spanking new blog called Fanny Annie's Blog. She's posted a very amusing spanko poem in the the style of Dr. Suess. Check it out!

Bonnie's Spankologue: Part Five

I love spanko blogs. There are so many fine ones that I find it hard to share just three per week. The various blogs I've featured in the Spankologue differ in every imaginable way, but they are unified by a stong interest in the practice and perfection of spanking. Here are three more wonderful blogs.

Aunty Agony - What tour of spanko blogs would be complete without a visit to our dear Aunty? Aunty Agony refers to herself as a licensed spankologist. While her qualifications are impeccible, more noteworthy is her genuine love of all things spanking. Aunty scours the Web to find the best pictures and prose depicting real life spankings. Her special interests include public amateur spanking photographs and tales of spanking models. Not surprisingly, Aunty Agony has attracted a large and loyal following. She's certainly one of my favorite relatives. Storm and Wind - Storm, a male master, and Wind, his beautiful slave, recently merged their separate blogs to create Storm and Wind. This loving, kinky couple has been together for a number of years and know each other well. The blog chronicles their relationship as well as the the trials and triumphs of daily life. Their writing styles couldn't be more different. Storm's blusters are very direct and destroy any conventions of spelling and syntax in their path. He can at other times be tender and appreciative of Wind's dedication. Wind is more of a true diarist. She employs the blog as a means to share, question, affirm, rage, and ponder. It will be interesting to observe their interplay as the unified blog grows. Adele Haze’s “Spanking Model Speaks” - As the name suggests, Adele Haze is a professional spanking model. In other words, she is compensated for receiving spankings on film. Far from being a mercenary, though, Adele displays a strong fondness for many types of spanking activities. She quickly dispels any misconceptions the reader might have about spanking models. Her writing is thoughtful, articulate, and clever. The blog contains accounts of her shoots, film reviews, interviews, photos, and general observations about the state of spankdom. It's little wonder Adele is so popular.

Keywords: spanking, spankologue, spanking blogs

Keyword Chaos

Every so often, I get the urge to examine the search words people use to find this blog. Most are exactly as you would figure: spank, bottom, red, paddle, sore, and so forth. After all, this blog is a celebration of spankings.

However, some key word combinations are a bit more unusual. For example...

• nylon briefs slave grabbed - No tighty whities for my slave!


• "me spank myself" - Ug! Me hungry too.


• scrub brush nipples - Ow! Hey, those are sensitive!


• big bottomed women caned - For your information, I earned my big bottom the old fashioned way.


• spanked on the bottom for wearing jeans - Do you hear me, young lady? You will never, ever wear those naughty Levi's again!


• lycra paddle bottom pain - Somehow a lycra paddle doesn't seem very scary.


• tasteful spanking - A gentleman always holds his punishment implement with pinkies up.


• my brother removed my panties - Ewwwww.


• encounters with foot guys - I have to suspect this person didn't find it here.


• midget spanking - Now let's be nice. Those are little people we're spanking.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Poll: Who Bares the Bottom?

When there is a bottom to be spanked, who should bare it? Spanker Spankee Current Results

Thank you to Susan for the inspiration!

World Spanking Championship

Voiceover: From all over the world, competitors and fans alike have converged upon Baltimore, Maryland for the fourteenth annual World Spanking Championship. For SNN’s exclusive coverage, we go now to our own Neville Shocker.

Neville: Good evening, spanking fans. I’m here with our expert commentator, Susan Wacker, to bring you tonight’s finals competition. This match promises lots of excitement. Right, Susan?

Susan: It does indeed, Neville. These are the two pairs about whom everyone has been talking since this tournament began. Browning and Basham, the British couple, are of course three time defending champs. They are confident, and with good reason. None of their four previous matches were even competitive. At this point, we still have only a vague idea what special techniques the always innovative Ian Basham prepared for this year.

Neville: However, their American foes bring to the couch a new vigor and several moves not seen before in competition. Isn’t that right?

Susan: It’s true, Neville. Despite their comparative youth, Wills and Santaigo are veteran spankos. Jennifer Wills, in particular, can gracefully absorb blows that would halt many a lesser competitor. These two bring a unique flair, and some might even say a swagger, to the proceedings. I think it’s going to be a tremendous match for the trophy.

Neville: The competitors are ready to take the stage. Let’s go now to the arena announcer.

Announcer (a plump, bald man standing at center stage, holding a microphone, and wearing an ill-fitting tux): Welcome to everyone here in Baltimore’s First Mariner Arena and to the millions more joining us on the Spanking News Network. This is the final match of the World Spanking Championship. It will soon be time to crown our victors. Let’s bring out first our challengers. Here are Jennifer Wills and Edward Santiago!

The “Theme from Rocky” blares as Ed and Jennifer sprint on stage. They are both wearing glistening red and blue body suits of the sort more commonly worn by speed skaters. They join hands in the middle of the stage and bow in unison to the cheering home crowd. They look young, tan, and athletic.

Neville: The Americans certainly appear ready for action.

Susan: They do indeed, but this match promises to be their toughest test.

Announcer: Now, it’s my pleasure to introduce the three time defending world champions. From the United Kingdom, here are Kate Browning and Ian Basham!

Amid the gentle beat of the Police’s “Don’t Stand So Close to Me,” Kate and Ian enter from opposite sides of the stage. Ian is wearing a long black professor’s robe and mortar board. Kate wears a too short pleated plaid skirt, a white button-up blouse, and knee socks. They meet at center stage and execute an exaggerated stage kiss. As they each bend forward, Kate’s white knickers are clearly visible.

Neville: That was a bold entrance that could only have been pulled off by these theatrically-minded champions.

Susan: Yes, no one else shows us the panache of Browning and Basham.

Announcer: Contestants, take your places.

The two couples move to their respective couches set up on either side of the center podium. After the men sit in the center of the couch, their partners drape themselves over their laps. The spankers then line up a series of spanking implements along the arms of each couch.

Neville: True to form, Santiago favors the wooden paddles. Meanwhile, Basham has a wider variety of implements including a leather tawse, a riding crop, and a hairbrush.

Susan: I have to question that strategy on the part of the United States team. I can tell you from experience that after several minutes of spanking with those heavy wooden paddles, Jennifer is going to get winded. I’ve always thought it’s better to mix things up more.

Neville: We mentioned at the outset that Browning and Basham have yet to be tested in this tournament. At the same time, Wills and Santiago escaped a very tough match against the strong Venezuelan team when Tina Lopez suffered an unfortunate cut. By the way, the medical team reports that she will be just fine as long as she stays off her bottom for a couple of days.

Announcer: We will have two four minute rounds, separated by a five minute intermission. Please commence on my mark. …Go!

Susan: Ian begins with the tawse. He’s employing a brisk whipping motion to maximize the number of blows delivered. The left-hander, Santiago, is employing a slower but harder strategy with the Cracker Barrel paddle. I have to suspect that the judges will favor the Brit’s rapid fire approach, but we’ve been surprised before.

Neville: Wills is visibly grimacing. That could mean trouble for the American team.

Susan: I don’t think so. This is an experienced pair. Jennifer is known to be demonstrative. In fact, just listen to her vocalizations. Kate is quite stoic by comparison.

Neville: Both teams are really hitting hard now. That simply has to hurt.

Susan: I can assure you that it hurts immensely, but these women are proud competitors. After coming this far, there’s no way a sore bottom is going to come between them and the coveted trophy.

Announcer: Stop! We’ve reached the intermission.

Neville: Wow. The action on both sides was as intense as any we’ve seen in this tournament.

Susan: No question, Neville. We are watching the best of the best. The real test will be whether they can continue this torrid pace in the second half.

Neville: Would it right to assume that Browning and Basham have the advantage at this stage?

Susan: Absolutely. Basham’s blows were crisper and more numerous. While Santiago hits hard, he can’t keep up in terms of spank count.

Announcer: Contestants, please ready yourselves to resume spanking on my signal. …Begin!

Neville: Basham has picked up the crop and he is flicking it in rapid fire fashion against Kate’s now exposed posterior. Santiago has switched to a smaller hairbrush-style paddle. He’s getting full arm extension as he rains swats on Jennifer’s bottom. Susan, will Browning and Basham gain points from the judges by baring skin as he just did?

Susan: Definitely. As attractive as Wills is in her tight fitting body suit, it simply isn’t practical to go for a bare bottomed spanking. It’s certainly a competitive disadvan…

Neville (interrupting): Wait, look at that! This is the first genuine surprise of the match. Santiago has opened what appears to be a drop seat in his partner’s costume.

Susan: Brilliant! We had no idea they were going to do that. Ed is now whacking away at Jennifer’s bare seat with a renewed ferocity.

Neville: Wills is looking very, very red. The tone of her cries is becoming more strained. Can she last the final minute and thirty seconds?

Susan: That remains to be seen. Meanwhile, Kate and Ian are now employing a leather paddle for their finale. Ian is in fine, fine form and, other than the occasional wince, Kate is showing no signs of fatigue.

Neville: We’re now down to the final seconds and both teams are frantically working to get in the last few spanks.

Announcer: Stop! That’s it. Were all finished.

Neville: And so it ends. It was a wonderful match by any measure. My hat is off to both of these teams for their heart and their drive. It’s a shame that only one couple can leave here with the trophy.

Susan: You’re right, Neville. I’d sure hate to take that kind of a spanking and have to come away empty-handed. Regardless of the outcome, both teams deserve our praise.

Announcer: May I have your attention please! We have the judge’s decision. By a unanimous count, the winners and STILL world spanking champions are Ian Basham and Kate Browning!

Neville: So there we have it. The UK emerges victorious again.

Susan: A fine strategy, expert choreography, and strong execution carry the day for Browning and Basham. They were never behind at any time in this competition. It was a wire-to-wire win.

Neville: Susan, why do you suppose the British are so dominant in this competition?

Susan: Spanking is simply a part of the culture over there. Those who don't play football, rugby, or cricket naturally gravitate toward spanking.

Neville: Let’s see if we can get a word with the champions… Kate? Ian? Over here… Please? Yes. Ian, were you concerned when Santiago executed the drop seat maneuver?

Ian: No, not really. We just wanted to come out and spank bum. Kate and I thought if we did that, everything else would take care of itself.

Neville: And so it did. Kate, how are you feeling?

Kate (smiling): Well, I can’t sit down, but other than that, it feels wonderful.

Susan: Congratulations to you both. This makes four in a row. Have you given any thought to retirement?

Ian: I dunno. Ask me in few months. What about you dear?

Kate: Right about now, retiring to my garden sounds lovely.

Neville: So that wraps it up from Baltimore. For Susan Wacker, I’m Neville Shocker for the Spanking News Network.

Voiceover: This is SNN…

Keywords: spanking, spanking news, world spanking championship, spanking humor

Hindsight

You might recall that I promised an explanation for my tardy arrival at our weekly spanko brunch. Well, here’s what I was doing…

Early in the week, I asked Randy what he wanted for Fathers’ Day. “You,” was his only response. Never mind that he can have that pretty much any other day of the year. As the week progressed, he dropped some subtle and not-so-subtle hints that he might have something special up his sleeve for Sunday.

After so many years together, he might as well not ever bother acting coy. I can just tell when he’s cooking up some special treatment. The dead giveaway was Friday evening when he just looked at me and grinned like a fool. At that moment, I recognized that something was afoot. My attempts to query him were rebuffed with annoyed amusement.

Saturday came and went without incident. Not another word was spoken about the present he planned to claim. By Sunday morning, I had almost forgotten. When I awoke, the clock read 7:45am. I noticed that Randy was up and out of bed before me. That’s a rarity, especially on a Sunday. I got up, used the bathroom, got a drink of water, and brushed my teeth (just in case). I got back into bed because I was still tired and it felt very comfortable to slip between clean sheets. Soon, I was slumbering again.

Some time later, I awoke to the presence of my dear husband kneeling beside me. Even in my sleepy state, I would have welcomed his touch. But he didn’t touch me. He was instead working above me. I lazily rolled over to gaze at his masterstroke in the making. He was busy rigging cords so a framed mirror could hang from the hook he installed in our bedroom ceiling. He struggled for a bit before settling on a position where the edge of the mirror closest to the head of the bed was tipped up toward the ceiling.

“Sorry, Hon,” he said as he settled in next to me. “I couldn’t stop to explain until the mirror was right.” “OK, whatever,” I thought. I squeezed my eyes shut against the undeniable daylight streaming through the blinds. When he began kissing my neck, however, I started paying more attention. Before long, he was nibbling at my breasts and sending erotic shock waves straight through me. Randy now had my interest.

“Turn on your stomach,” he directed. I did, knowing full well what would soon follow. My lover arranged a couple of pillows beneath my hips. I couldn’t avoid considering the irony that I would soon need to employ pillows on the opposite side. He tugged up my nightgown to expose my bottom, still clad in a pair of comfortable white cotton briefs. Rather than lower my panties, he raised them – right up between my cheeks.

Randy then handed me a small hand mirror. It was, appropriately, shaped like a paddle, though it was too delicate for that purpose. He told me to turn it so I could see the mirror hanging overhead. When I did, he asked me what I saw. I told him I could see the back of my head (“Does my hair really look that?”). He jiggled his overhead assembly and then repeated his request. This time, I told him I could see my lower back, bottom, and thighs. “Perfect,” he proclaimed.

I now realized that he wanted me to witness my own spanking. Not only would I feel every swat, I was expected to watch them land as well. I was simultaneously intrigued and unnerved by this prospect. Fortunately, he didn’t leave me much time to ponder my fate.

I wasn’t even watching when the first blow from the wooden hairbrush made contact with my pale skin. I sure felt it though. It detonated across the surface of my upturned bottom with an intense burn. I struggled to regain my composure enough to allow me to reposition my small mirror. I missed the second sizzling swat delivered to the opposite side as well. By the time my lover returned his sadistic attention to the first cheek, I witnessed the savage collision between polished wood and rounded flesh. Although it was every bit as painful as the two preceding whacks, I was suddenly and surprisingly fascinated by this spanking show in which I was the star. Down came the brush. Up came the blush. Again and again, I stared and cringed, cringed and stared as Randy repeated his percussive Fathers’ Day message.

Somewhere around the halfway point, it occurred to me that I rather liked enjoyed being both spankee and voyeur at the same time. It was almost an out-of-body spanking experience, except that I still felt every single blazing impact. There was a brief golden moment, frozen in time, where I watched the wicked punishment brush descending, as if in slow motion. Far from dreading the violent contact, I resolved to welcome it. I wanted to be the proud owner of that red, red bottom I saw in the mirror. I wanted to be the horny, spanked wife. It suited me. In fact, I totally deserved it all. I woke up for a spanking. All day long, I was destined to carry a distinctive glow put there by my lover.

I buried my face in the pillow and watched no more. Undeterred, Randy continued whacking away until he decided I was finished. My bottom throbbed, but all I could think about was the heat between my thighs. The very air was scented with my arousal.

Apparently, Randy’s thoughts ran in parallel because, as if with a single motion, he rolled me onto my back, slid off my panties, lifted and parted my knees, and lowered himself upon me. As quickly as that, our coital tango had begun. The speed with which my first orgasm overtook me robbed me of both my breath and my senses. Later, I reflected that Fathers’ Day is not an occasion for slow, romantic warm-ups. In the depths of passion, though, I knew only that the pleasure and pain were my yin and yang. Together, they blended to produce a wondrous explosion of joy.

Afterward, as we were lying close, Randy asked me if I watched our lovemaking in the mirror. I told him that thought hadn’t even occurred to me until after the events had concluded. Both mind and body, I explained, quite fully occupied with his ferocious love. I did, however, enjoy watching my bottom compress, recoil, grow pale and then redden with each stroke of the brush. We had played with mirrors before, but never so effectively. This was an excellent Fathers’ Day celebration, even though I felt like the one receiving the gift!

Keywords: spanking, hairbrush spanking, spanking story, spanko, erotic spanking

Spanking 101: Bratting

If you ask ten spankos to define the term "bratting," it's possible that you could receive ten different answers. Despite this wide spectrum of opinion, I believe we can gain some insight by examining the question more closely.

A brat, in the common vernacular, is a poorly behaved child. In the spanko world, it is applied to an adult who acts in a similar fashion. Regardless of how you believe the child should be handled, the presumption is that the adult brat is deserving of a spanking. They may, in fact, actually be asking for it by manifesting bratty behavior.

Therein lies the first thorny issue. Some spankers believe that a brat who seeks a spanking should not be so rewarded. Doing so, from this perspective, would simply encourage the inappropriate behavior. Other spankers simply spank the brat and call the matter finished.

Bratting, and teasing in general, can be fun as long as both parties are playing the same game. It leads very easily into a variety of role play spanking scenarios.

Bratting behavior can include spanking the spanker, hiding implements, name calling, dares, risque dress, running away, exposing vulnerable skin, and silly pranks. The common thread is harmless fun that places the spanker in a position where administering a spanking would be appropriate.

Not all spankees engage in bratting behavior. Not all spankers appreciate it. Here are ten reasons why a spankee may choose not to brat.

1. Their partner doesn't respond
2. It can create misunderstandings
3. It's easier to just ask
4. It may be interpreted as a sign of disrespect
5. The spankee doesn't want to feel like child
6. The spankee's true intent is erotic
7. The spanker may feel manipulated
8. It doesn't seem that funny
9. Why would you enrage a man with a paddle?
10. It doesn't work in the context of their relationship

Most relationships have room for a little joking. Bratting may fit within these bounds, or it may not. As with so many dimensions of a loving partnership, the individual needs and desires of the couple generally trump all other considerations. To the extent that bratting enhances mutual satisfaction, it's a good idea. Should it become one-sided or inhibit open communication, it may be time to refocus upon the more fundamental elements of the relationship.

So, to brat or not to brat? That remains a question each spanko couple must answer for themselves.

Implement Stories: Conclusion

As we complete our examination of readers' spanking implements, we have several very effective looking selections. Let's start with the picture that inspired this series.

Don's Mean Old Spoon

"I had time to take a picture of the spoon. The picture hints at the slightly dished out working side."


Padme's Razor Strop

"You mentioned in your last blog post to send in a photo of our favorite spanking toy. Here is mine. It's an old fashioned razor strop from the flea market. I love the feel of this against my ass. It's so traditional and really reddens my butt." :)


Mike's Custom Paddle

"Here are a couple pictures of my current favorite toy, that I made. I made the one side flat, hairbrush sized, and the other curved like a spoon. We had used a kitchen spoon in our play just before I made this one, and liked the added sting of the curved wood. I can tell you from first hand experience and reactions from my wife that there is a difference in the sides. The spoon side has a lot more sting."


That was fun. Thank you all!

Keywords: spanking, spanking implements

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for June 18

What a musical bunch we are! Here are your spanko playlists.

LA Girl: This is a compilation of songs that I put together over the years that best explains our feelings about our relationship. There has been plenty of times I've had spankings and much more to these songs.

1. Puddle of Mudd – Control
2. Clannad – I Will Find You
3. Nickelback – Figured You Out
4. Diamond Rio – What a Beautiful Mess
5. Tim McGraw- The Cowboy in Me
6. Allele – Closer to Habit
7. Hinder – Lips of Angel
8. Metallica – Nothing Else Matters (CeeCi likes this one too)
9. Seal – Kiss from A Rose
10. Alabama – Feels so Right
11. AC/DC – Thunderstruck
12. Creed – Higher
13. Duran Duran – Hungry Like the Wolf

As you can see it’s quite an eclectic mix. But each of these songs means something to the both of us. It could be the lyrics, the mood it sets, or hearing them at a special time during our relationship.

We are also partial to anything from Enya or Engima for a nice good spanking session.

Try some of these out, and maybe you will find some new favorites!

Mike: Here’s my list.

1. Madonna – Hanky Panky (I’m not a big fan, but I think this song has to go on my list)
2. Robbie Williams – Something Stupid (The video features Nicole Kidman with a riding crop, wow)
3. Queen – Fat Bottom Girls (although changing it to "Red Bottom Girls" would be great)
4. Aerosmith – Pink (for the line "It's kink - but you don't ever tell her," even though I've told her)
5. Van Morrison – Moondance (not for any spanking reference, but because I think it's a really sexy song)

SmartNnaughty: I vote for the 1812 Overture by Tchaikovsky. Every time the cannons go off – SPANK!

Shimon: How about the William Tell Overture by Rossini? It provides a very nice beat to get spanked to.

Jean Marie: I'd like to suggest the song, "Anticipation" by Carly Simon. I absolutely adore that tummy-churning feeling of knowing that I'm gonna get it, knowing that I'm caressing a cool unblemished fanny that will soon be hot and red.

I love the pent-up feeling of sexual anticipation. Ever since I first heard the phrase, "Wait 'til your father gets home..." (Although it was never said to me; my Mom would give me a wooden spoon lesson right then and there), I've loved the build-up to the act itself. My lover knows this and traffics on it. More often than not, I'm bared and bent over, and then made to wait. I may have to recount my misdeed and I may have to ask to be punished. All the while, Kyle is caressing me, parting me, tickling my fancy. It all makes me feel like a sodden sponge down there. Then his spanking wrings me out. Mmmm, the delicious anticipation...

Also, Fiona Apple has that song, "I've Been a Bad, Bad Girl," which sums up that confessional impulse that I feel standing there awaiting my lover's readiness, whether he's sitting and rolling up his sleeve, baring my scared butt, pulling me over, or whatever.

Mary: I definitely have to go with Jean Marie and Anticipation!

Bonnie: Here's my play list. A lot of these songs were Randy's suggestions.

1. Bad Company - Can't Get Enough (Great beat and lyrics)
2. Berlin - Sex (Techno spanko!)
3. Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla (For that monster spanking)
4. The Cars - Don'tcha Stop (For New Wave spankos)
5. Donna Summer - I Feel Love (Disco spanko)
6. Eric Weisberg - Dueling Banjos (Picture an implement in each hand)
7. Fine Young Cannibals - Good Thing (Perfect beat)
8. Fleetwood Mac - Tusk (All time drumming favorite)
9. The Gap Band - You Dropped a Bomb on Me (Funky spanky)
10. Genesis - I Can't Dance (Even contains a paddle swat sound)
11. Heart - Even It Up (F/m words, but the beat works either way)
12. Ian Dury - Hit Me Your Rhythm Stick (Oh yeah)
13. INXS - Devil Inside (...And we know how to let it out)
14. Judas Priest - Another Thing Coming (Metal spankings)
15. Little Anthony and the Imperials - Hurt So Bad (Soulful Spanko)
16. Pat Benatar - Hit Me with Your Best Shot (Be careful what you ask for)
17. Rusted Root - Ecstacy (Relentless spanko beat)
18. Sheryl Crow - Strong Enough (Specifically, how's your right arm?)
19. Todd Rundgren - Bang the Drum All Day (How could we forget?)
20. The Young-Holt Trio - Wack Wack (Obscure, but too good to skip)

Tigger Too: Okay, I'm picking songs I like, but with a little imagination, I think they could be used for spanking, too!

1. Savage Garden – Truly, Madly, Deeply
2. Black Eyed Peas – Pump It
3. No Doubt – Hella Good
4. Billy Idol – Money, Money

Tigger: The ONLY song so far that I can list is Melissa Etheridge's "Come to My Window." Here's why that song means so much.

It's accompanied virtually every planned spanking session I've had with my hubby, even including a few punishments, I'm sure. But the most memorable is still my outdoor spanking last week, and how I felt when that song came on for the second time in the evening.

I was staring at the full moon with a very sore bottom, anticipating more, and thinking about how much I love him, when the song came on and he sneaked up behind me in the moonlight and whispered the lyrics into my ear. Ah, true bliss! Here are the lyrics that he whispered into my soul that night in the dark as he held a cane in his hand:

You don't know how far I'd go To ease this precious ache You don't know how much I'd give Or how much I can take Just to reach you

Patricia: To sum up our relationship, I think it's "Lady" by Kenny Rodgers. Yes, I know he sings with the same four notes, but the words mean so much to Bill and me. We did use it as our first dance song 25 years ago. It’s strange how some songs just stick with you forever, even ones that when you look back, you say I like that.

Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with Your Best Shot” was Bill's pick. I also love Seal, so almost anything from them would be great.

Cassie: The first song that came to mind was Cher's song, "Just like Jessie James." I know the lyric include "If you can give it, I can take it" and another line is "Until my heart is crying Indian and I'm begging for more." Listening to Cher gets my man in the mood anyway, so we listen to here a lot!

I can see that my iPod needs a new playlist. Thanks, everybody, for your great song ideas!

Keywords: spanking, spanking music, spanking soundtrack, spanking brunch

MBS Spanko Brunch #22

Happy Father's Day, and welcome back to the MBS Spanko Sunday brunch!

For our brunch today, we will consider this musical question:

If you were to create your own spanko CD, what songs would you include and why?

Feel free to include songs about spanking, songs that make you think of spanking, songs that provide an ideal soundtrack for the act of spanking, or songs that remind you of spankings past. For today, you can be the producer. Be imaginative and surprise us all!

I invite everyone to participate. Even lurkers are welcome. No spanking experience is required. If you would like to join in the fun, you can share your playlist in a comment below, e-mail it to me, or post it on your own blog and give me the link.

So put on those headphones and let's get mixing!

Bonnie's Spankologue: Part Four

The Spankologue series is my opportunity to introduce you to excellent spanko blogs. Since this is Father's Day weekend, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate the male perspective. Among spanko bloggers, men are a distinct minority. Perhaps that's because women are more inclined to share, or maybe we are more attracted to the social aspects. In any case, men's contributions to our community are unique and valuable. Here are three wonderful examples.

The Spanking Blog - It feels a bit strange to endorse the guy who practically put me on the map, but here we are. SpankBoss needs no recommendations from anyone. As the first and still the most popular spanko blogger, he is truly the Big Cahuna of spankdom. A single mention in the Spanking Blog is worth ten thousand blog hits. The blog itself is a engaging potpourri of pictures, story links, news, and insight. Topics center around spanking in all its delightful flavors - from serious to frivolous and from erotic to severe. Updates arrive on average about once per day. If you read only one spanko blog, this has to be it. Chris' Firehouse - Chris, among other things, is the husband of Sparkle whose blog we toured previously. Unlike some male bloggers, Chris's writing is articulate, honest, descriptive, and original. As a switch, he possesses insight into the psychology underlying both spanker and spankee roles. I particularly enjoy reading the his and hers analysis of the same spankings. Chris is a volunteer firefighter, a good father, and a dedicated spanko. Although he is a relative newcomer to blogging, Chris' communications skills make him a natural. Spanked Hubby - Even rarer than the male spanko blogger is the male spankee spanko blogger. Mike is that spankee. He receives regular discipline from his wife in the form of bare-bottomed spankings. He doesn't enjoy them, but he believes they greatly benefit both partners and their marriage as well. Mike often describes the details of these spankings and their aftermath. An interesting footnote is that Mike has concealed the existence of this blog from his wife for the past year. One has to presume that this revelation, when it arrives, could be quite painful.

Keywords: spanking, spankologue, spanking blogs

Implement Stories: Orchid

Continuing with our implement series, it's my pleasure to present Orchid and her unusual custom ping-pong paddle.



My all-time favorite implement is the wonderfully versatile and always-present-without-any-preparation-or-fumbling-for-a-toy hand. I figure you'll get plenty of pictures of those, though I must say I'm partial to my hubby's hand (since it's the only one that has ever spanked me erotically). I also enjoy a good wooden spooning, though I can't take very much of it until I'm plenty warmed-up with a hand spanking. I like a good flogging with a soft flogger as well as anything else, though I don't suppose that counts as spanking so much as, well, flogging. We have a wooden hairbrush I've been eyeing curiously and hungrily.

We're pretty new to the spanking thing, and I don't get it nearly as often as I'd like to (then again, when I do get it - wow!), so there's room to explore implements and styles.

I'm attaching a picture of a little toy I made in about five minutes (or less!). I look forward to having it used on me. It's a fairly hefty ping pong paddle (hefty as far as ping pong paddles go, I suppose) with a smooth rubber surface (as opposed to the nubby sort of rubber on most ping pong paddles). One one side is the gently stingy rubber. On the other side, I glued a piece of extremely soft novelty fleece that I picked up from the fabric store. It's so silky soft and feels delectable on bare skin (my hands and my calf, thus far, haven't tried it on my behind). When fabric store lady asked about the project I was buying it for, I told her that I was making a soft fluffy pillow for the baby. It would make an awful comfy pillow, but I think it makes a fine paddle covering on one side, when I want a softer, thuddier touch. The glue did spike a smidgen of the fabric once it dried, but it isn't too hard to be comfy, and I suspect the tufts that are glue-spiked will soften with use. Once the glue was good and dry, I simply cut around the outside of the paddle to trim off the excess fabric, so no measuring or fussing involved at all. Easy, and I expect this will become a favorite implement. When we get around to using it, I'll be sure to post a detailed report. : )

Thank you, Orchid, and best wishes with your new paddle!

Poll: Corner Time

Many couples employ corner time in some fashion. In a punishment scenario, a spankee may be required to stand in a corner before, during, or after a spanking. When role playing, the spankee may have to place her spanked bottom on display to enhance a scene. I described just such an episode in one of my accounts.

Whatever the reason, I would like to hear about your experiences with corner time. This poll is for the spankees.

Which statement best describes your feelings about corner time? We use corner time and I like it We use corner time, I don't like it, but it works We use corner time, I don't like it, and it doesn't work We used corner time but stopped because I didn't like it We used corner time, but stopped because it didn't work We don't use corner time, but I would like to try We don't use corner time and I have no desire to try Current Results

Implement Stories: Tigger

Here's the latest installment in our continuing series on spankos and their implements. Tonight, Tigger shares her first experience on the receiving end of a fierce rubber strap.

My Little Black Devil - by Tigger

When I first discovered the rather innocuous-looking strip of black rubber lying around the garage several months ago, I was pleasantly surprised. “Hmmm... this could be a fun little toy,” I thought. I added it to our rather vast collection of toys and basically forgot it. My man pulled it out a few times, but never dared actually test its effects.

I found it in our toy bag the other night when we went to play vigorously for the first time in several months, and I couldn’t resist laying it alongside the other toys I’d selected. At the time, neither of us knew what the thing was, just that it looked like fun. My man thought I was crazy when I selected it for play, and asked countless times throughout the evening if I wanted to reconsider. But I persistently declined. I was deep in sub mode and, as such, had turned off my voice of reason.

My hubby assured me that he would save that strap for the very end (pun intended), in case I changed my mind. But when he asked me for the final time, I didn’t hesitate to pick the strap up and lay it in his massive hands. By then I was already thoroughly punished, having been lashed, paddled, and spanked with a multitude of implements as well as his hands. Still, I wanted more and the allure of that little strap was unrelenting... I just HAD to know how it would feel.

Taking a deep breath, I willingly bent to accept the first of the two strikes he promised. The first would be of medium weight (he was actually afraid of what this little black devil would do to me), but the second would be a hard stroke. So I waited, poised and primed. The first blow bit deep into my cheeks and the instant burn that followed carried me instantly into the farther realms of sub-space. Hmmm... I emitted a long, slow, easy breath and moaned a bit, anticipating the next stroke.

He reminded me that this one would be HARD, but I wasn’t concerned. Quite the opposite in fact. He rewarded my anticipation with a blow worthy of the record books. Oh, the sensation! I am still at a loss for an accurate description several days after the fact. That burn is unlike anything I’ve ever felt from any paddle, strap, belt, cane, brush or other implement. It was ecstasy, pure and simple. The little black devil is the epitome of the perfect merger of pleasure and pain. Wow!!!

I felt the sub-space blast for 12 hours and I was still feeling the ache and burn in my cheeks last night. But that didn’t stop me from begging for more from that evil little strap. After a hard spanking, strapping and paddling last night, I bent over the sink for four more hard strokes from my new favorite toy! (Yes, my man let me pick the number of strokes, sweet guy that he is). Shhh... Don’t tell him that I wish that I’d picked a higher number.

Anyway, after we played last night, my man discovered the wording on the sides of the strap:

INSPECT STRAP BEFORE EACH USE DISCARD IF CUT, CRACKED OR ABRADED MAX. SAFE STRETCH = 46 INCHES

As we laughed out loud together at the hilarious but appropriate words, he suddenly realized what he was holding in his hands. It is the broken fan belt from my now inoperable car. Oh, God... That realization sent us into a whole new fit of laughter. Oh, well, no matter what it once was, I LOVE my little black devil!

(The picture, by the way is made up of pics of my little black devil contorted into various positions, just for your viewing pleasure).

Thank you, Tigger, for that fun story!

If anyone else has implement pictures and/or stories, I invite you to share them with our MBS community. Just send me an e-mail and I'll handle the rest.

Keywords: spanking, spanking implements, spanking story, strap spanking

A Swinging Rhythm

Randy was out of town for a few days. He returned home last night. Anyone familiar with this blog won’t be surprised to learn that our happy reunion included a spanking. It was a fine spanking at that.

When he walked through the door, he looked tired from his long trip, yet nonetheless happy to see me. We embraced and smooched. He quickly betrayed his true intent by briskly striking my rear several times with his hand. “Ooo, I like that.” I cooed longingly. He suggested that we retire to the bedroom. He heard no argument from me.

Once upstairs, we rapidly undressed each other, trading kisses, licks, nibbles, and caresses along the way. With our clothing strewn across the floor and our bodies entwined upon the bed, the fun began in earnest. He had me lie face down with pillows beneath my hips. He knelt beside me and began rubbing my bottom. He commented that it was ever so slightly pink from our brief encounter in the front hall. His hands then worked their spanko alchemy as pink was gradually transformed to red. Needless to say, I was thrilled by his delightful attention.

What I recall most vividly about this particular spanking was the rhythm. Sometimes during a spanking, I am aware of little beyond the rising heat and sting behind. On this occasion, for whatever reason, I was a bit more observant. Randy, it seems, has the ability to alter his spanking cadence to fit the situation. Last night, he employed one hand on each cheek and used hard and soft swats to pound out a beat:

Whack… Whack… Whack… Whack… Swat… Whack… Swat… Whack…

He repeated this percussive pattern over and over. It made a surprisingly melodious sound. He would occasionally change up the pace or the sequence in improvisational fashion, but always returned to this now-familiar beat.

I loved it. My dear husband was happily home again and using me as his musical instrument. Both figuratively and literally, we made beautiful music together. I received a great spanking and he relieved five hundred miles of frustration through drumming therapy.

Eventually, he determined that the time had come for a different sort of harmony. He told me to lift my bottom up and spread my legs. When I complied, he mounted me. The lovemaking was fast and rough. His powerful hands tightly grasped my hips as he penetrated to the hilt. Before long, I was riding atop waves of exhilarating orgasm. It was lovely. He too soon found his pleasure deep within me.

I’m so glad he’s back!

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, rhythmic spanking

Implement Stories: Admin

This is the first in a series of posts about MBS readers and their implements. Like spankos themselves, the best implements have an interesting tale to tell. Today, I invite you to meet Admin from the UK. This is his story.

We practise spanking and mild DD. We have done so for 20 years, and my wife benefits from a sound hand spanking as much today as when I first took her over my knee. You asked about favourite implements. We've tried loads, but only kept two, a leather riding crop and a swishy school cane which I got from a theatrical outfitters. They both get used infrequently. Each has its own attributes, but the cane is reserved for punishment spankings only and my wife has the utmost respect for it.

I can tell you a short story about its recent use. My mother was staying with us for the weekend. There has always been some friction between the two women in my life though less these days than there used to be. Anyway, my wife was somewhat put out out after a particularly long and pretty stressful week (we run a small business). She made it obvious that she would have preferred a quiet weekend alone. Well, maybe I would too, but the arrangement had been long standing. I asked her to at least make an effort to lighten up and show some interest in the afternoon shopping trip we had planned.

To cut the story short, my wife didn't lighten, far from it. She was actually rude in showing her complete disinterest in my mother's plans for the afternoon. I could see a situation developing which I didn't like the look of. So I went to the kitchen and called our house phone, which we keep only in our small office adjoining the lounge, from my mobile. My wife went and answered the phone and I told her to stay in the office and I would be in shortly. I wanted a word with her about her behaviour. She began to stay something, but I cut the connection. I made a mug of coffee for Mother and took it to her in the lounge, casually putting some local radio station on as I passed the stereo. "Did Vron get that call?" I casually asked Mother, not requiring a reply. "We were expecting an important call to tie up an order, I'll just go and check, it won't take long to sort out," I said to Mom, handing her a magazine to browse meanwhile.

I went to the office and pushed the door behind me, Vron was standing there waiting. She started to speak, but the look I gave her as I walked around the desk told her not to even think about excusing herself. I opened the top drawer where I keep personal papers and my cane. "I don't have long, and its probably fortunate for you that I don't, but I won't tolerate the sort of rudeness and bad attitude you've just displayed to my mother. I'm going to cane you, right here, right now. Come around and stand beside me." She did as she was told, reluctantly but obediantly. She said she knew she'd been out of order and asked if I would please postpone it until later. But I told her that was out of the question. I took her arm firmly and guided her over the desk, pulled up her housecoat to her waist, and lowered her pants. After making sure she was firmly settled against the desk I gave her six good hard strokes across her mid-cheeks, with hardly a space in between. I knew from her muffled gasps that the message got through. I told her she could get up and pull up her pants. Her eyes were streaming tears and she was hopping from leg to leg. I returned my cane to its drawer and the matter was at an end.

"I'm going back into the lounge now. You've got five minutes to put your face straight and then I'll expect you to join us. You can say you were just filling in the order details after the phone call. That will explain your delay. I'll expect you to show a bit of interest in our trip to the mall and even make some suggestions where we might grab a bite to eat when we've finished. If you revert to the sort of impolite attitude you showed earlier, I promise you I will not hesitate to cane you again and I will not be so lenient next time. Is that clear?" Vron assuerd me it was. She looked truly contrite and I felt like hugging her, but decided against it.

When I went to leave the office, I noticed the door hadn't latched properly and had a half inch open gap. I hesitated. I wondered whether a hearing aid, radio music and an almost closed door would have been enough to disguise the sound of the sound caning I had just given her rude daughter-in-law. She made no reference to it and when Vron joined us she was the perfect hostess and the rest of the day went brilliantly. And at bedtime, Vron apologised again for her earlier behaviour and gave me the best BJ I can ever remember.

Thank you, Admin. If you would like to submit your favorite implement pictures and/or stories, there's still time!

Keywords: spanking, spanking implements, spanking story

Spanko Geography

My dear husband was away this past weekend, so I took the opportunity to fiddle with my blog. One change I made was the addition of Google Analytics. This is a free service (although there is a waiting list to sign up). It gives me more statistics than I could have imagined. My favorite part, though, was the map.

It seems that we spankos are just about everywhere. Cool, huh?

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for June 11

Today’s question dealt with submission.

What does submission mean to you? Do you currently practice any form of submission? If so, how does it operate in the context of your relationship? If not, are you inclined to try it?

Your outstanding responses wildly exceeded even my most optimistic expections. It was without question our best brunch to date.

Padme: I am submissive to Master Anakin. We live a 24/7 TPE relationship. I think submission means giving him total control of the house, decisions and responsibilities. It goes beyond sex for me. My submission to him is with me at all times.

Just because I am submissive to him doesn't mean I am submissive to all men. I can be a strong woman most of the time. To him, though, I am submissive and I love it! :)

Lori: What does submission mean to me? Everything. It means I feel complete. I’m safe, loved, and cared for. For me, submission means laying my will prostrate at my Master's feet. It’s letting my submission feed on his dominance, and vice versa. Submission is knowing that someone has to be the leader. Submission is being at peace with another being who is in control of you. Submission means I have chosen to follow him and have given myself to him 100% in all things. I can never deny him because I have chosen to trust him and follow him no matter what, and no matter where it takes us.

Do we currently practice any form of submission? Yes. I try to be submissive in all things to my Master.

If so, how does it operate in the context of our relationship? It operates well. We came together knowing exactly what we wanted from the relationship. I know what is expected of me and Master knows what I need from him to feel submissive. It works for us because we know that it is a two way street. His being dominant in no way means that he gets all and does nothing. My being submissive does not mean I give all and get nothing. Mostly, it operates well because we have good communication.

Intricate Pieces: This is a great question and one that is really dear to me. I wrote my own little essay on this years ago, so I'll just post an excerpt and the link:

"It is a desire to surrender totally and completely with all that I am and all that I am capable of being. It is a need so great that it is just as vital to my life as it is for her heart to beat within my chest. Can life exist without the heart and its capacity to love? If it could, would it be worth living?"

Mike: We don't practice submission in our relationship. We occasionally incorporate it into some fantasy we are playing out in the bedroom.

I think submission is giving over your will to another person. Accepting their decisions without question. Submission is something you give to someone else, but it has to be equally accepted. You can't submit to someone who does not acknowledge and encourage it. Just giving over control is one thing, and can be purely physical, but submission is just as much mental.

Not having practiced it from either side, my experience is limited, but I have thought about it, and read a lot from people who do live it. It certainly fires more than a few fantasies of mine.

Bonnie: I define submission as a desire to be led by another and to place their needs ahead of one's own. Submission and its mirror image, dominance, take many forms. Some may be perceived as extreme, but others are quite innocuous. For many submissives, spankings can provide an outlet for those feelings.

I consider myself to be basically submissive, at least in the bedroom. Specifically, my husband decides when and how I am spanked. I willingly accept his judgment and whatever spankings he chooses to administer. We’ve had many years to experiment and refine our relationship. This is the arrangement that works best for us.

Outside the bedroom, our roles are somewhat more fluid. On some subjects, he unquestionably leads. Others are my domain. Again, this division has developed naturally over the course of many years. It might not work for another couple, but we're happy.

Rose: I think submission takes on many forms, depending on the couple. For me, being submissive means, first and foremost, pleasing my dom in whatever form that takes. Whether it's anticipating his needs, like wanting a drink, giving my body to him for his pleasure, or trusting him enough to surrender my own need to control and letting him take that control.

Presently, the D/s relationship we have defines our sexual relationship. He gets what he desires. The wonderful thing is that what he desires is that I am happy, sated, well-taken care of. I believe that's the true hallmark of a good dom. My focus is always to make sure he is happy, contented, and pleased. Being submissive to him, giving myself to him, and being spanked are the true calm in my world. It's what sets my clock back on track and makes me smile.

Weasel: I found my submissive side in a short-lived relationship two years ago. It was easy to trust him, and let him take control. I loved to let him dominate me. It wasn't like he had to force it on me. He took it slow because he knew I'd never been in a relationship like that before. He also loved me graciously and deeply. It was a relationship I could have stayed in forever had the true love of my life not reappeared after an eight year absence.

I am submissive to my man, even though being submissive is a thing he doesn't require of me. He knows I love to be spanked. It makes him laugh, and if I ask, he spanks me. He loves me enough to do that, even though it's not really his thing. I would like it if he wanted to play the role of a creative D, but for nothing would I trade the love we have between us.

Jean Marie: I think that to be in a D/s relationship 24/7 would be easier than what most of us struggle with today. In that type of equation, the rules and roles are clear. For my lover and me, we're constantly working out the rules and roles. Even in the bedroom, I'll come on in challenging ways to provoke Kyle to conquer my defiance/willfullness. That's just my personality.

Tigger: What does submission mean to me? I’ve come full-circle and have learned that for me, it is about me, first and foremost. It is about me trusting myself and my partner enough to completely let go of every facet of my being. I AM submissive, though I often fight and rebel against it. That is part of the submission, too. For if there were no challenge, how could it be real? And if it isn’t worth fighting for or raging against, it hardly seems a worthy venture. It is a gift freely given, fully shared, completely appreciated, and never underestimated or minimized.

Do I currently practice any form of submission? Um-hmmm... I am reveling in sub-space now, as I write this. Most of the time, it is a subtlety in our lives, a given that is rarely challenged or consciously brought to the surface. We started with millions of rules and with intense, rigorous, unrealistic structure. We gradually abandoned most of that, replacing it with a natural flow that has become our lives. It took us many years to get here, and we are still working to improve on the dynamics. It still changes constantly to meet our needs. But the submission, my submission, is always there and I really don’t think that we would last without it. I need it even more than he does.

How does my submission operate in the context of our relationship? It is a mutual understanding, an acceptance, and a way of life without complex rules and strictures. But it is there, nonetheless, beneath everything and it is the undercurrent of who we are and how we live. In the bedroom, it is at its most prominent because it is there where I most need to give him control and he most needs to take it from me. It is there too, where I have the most difficulty letting go and trusting myself. So it is only natural that it is there where he takes the firmest hand. He is my sanctuary, my solace, my protector, and my best friend. And although I am always here for him, I exist in our relationship for myself as much as for him, because my submission is my greatest gift to myself, above all else.

Tigger Too: Outside of spanking, I'm not really a submissive, and my hubby says that he wouldn't want me to be.

Now, during a spanking, I love being submissive. I love the feel of my hubby's hand on my back, or his arm when he wraps it around my waist to hold me in place while I squirm. I especially love when he traps my legs with his while he spanks me. On that same note, I also love when he tells me to "go get my paddle" or "assume the position" for a spanking in that sexy voice of his.

So, while my being submissive in our daily life wouldn't work for us, I do love practicing it in the bedroom.

Paul: "Dominance and submission are gifts that the partners give each other. They don't imply strength or weakness. They complete each partner and make the partnership greater than the sum of the two parts."

That is part of what I wrote to a friend a couple of days ago. My Mel was a very strong character in her professional life. I am very similar. Our DD was 24/7, but our D/s was mainly in the bedroom. Mel wasn't collared and didn't consider herself owned. We supported each other like the two parts of an arch. Our D/s was the KEYSTONE of our marriage and held us together until the day she died.

Every couple is unique, and each person's take on this will be different.

Mary: When I first explored my desire to be spanked, I believed it had nothing to do with submission for me, except in the moment. In our relationship, submission is a gift given freely. He does not "expect" it as a condition of the relationship, outside of submitting to a spanking when I needed one. I now find a certain peace in submission. At times I can get myself spinning out of control, so he has set some rules designed to keep me grounded. These include no computer games (as I can play for hours when I get overwhelmed), I am limited on my time to search the internet for spanking pictures and stories, no masturbating without permission, and keeping the house tidy. This is simple stuff, mostly originating out of my own confessions about what starts me spinning out of control (or what I do when I start feeling out of control). He tells me, when I am over his knee that he wants my feet planted firmly on the ground (although in those moments my feet are usually kicking wildly).

Submission to me is letting go of my willfulness and obeying his authority. As I have grown to trust his care, I realize that I feel an ease of heart when I do offer submission. Authority is natural to him, yet he tells me that my willing submission simplifies it for him.

Because of the distance between us, I go many days, weeks even, on my own, and fully in charge of my actions. This creates difficulty transitioning to submission and acceptance of his authority when he does come to visit.

A couple of months back, I had gotten completely out of control and needed desperately for him to restore discipline to my life. On that particular visit he stated he wanted me to wait over the arm of the couch so that he could take his belt to my behind immediately upon arrival. I deserved it and more importantly, needed it. I did as I was told. During that encounter, I realized that the act of presenting myself in such a way helped me to transition from 95% independent, conflicted, and in charge to 100% submissive, confident, and relaxed. For him the freedom to come in and unwind, bare my behind, and spank at his leisure helped him to relinquish the pressures of his day. He said he felt the fatigue melting and felt comfortable just to be with me. It made me happy to know that my submission eased his mind and allowed him to focus on us more readily.

Since then, that is how I wait for his arrival, no matter my behavior. I wait bent over. I do not speak unless spoken to. I do not question how much I will receive. I do not get up or question when it will start or be over. I have a glass of wine ready for him, and sometimes he bares my behind, spanks, and sits a while before resuming. I submit to his will entirely. As much as I long to jump up and kiss him when he walks in the door, demonstrating my submission is better for both of us. The stage is set so that my only duty is to submit to his pleasure from the first moment of his visit. There are no more awkward transitions and time wasted with my uncertainties. The pressure is off of me. I feel comfort knowing that I am doing what makes him happy simply by being obedient. I like being relieved of responsibility for how the evening will go. He also is relieved of the pressure of reading my moods. We get so precious few hours together, this simple act of submission avoids wasting it with uncertain moments of transitioning from busy professional lives to our life together. Having the balance restored so immediately allows us to enjoy each other on all levels and accentuates the pleasure of time together. For us, submission is a gift.

kk: Being submissive has many meanings. For me, it means giving my Master total control of my body and soul to do as he pleases. Being under my Master's control makes me feel safe and always taken care of.

Yes, there are times when I disobey Master. I am reminded of this by having a red hot butt with Master's marks all over it. I love being his submissive and would not want to live any other way.

Tigger: Mary, your comments really went to my heart. Though my man and I don't have the physical distance issues that you face, we (I) face emotional distance issues that are just as strong. There is no lack of love or trust between us, not on the deepest level. But I don't trust myself completely, and that can easily lead to emotional distance.

My willing and eager submission fills that void, forming the "arch" that Paul so illustrously explained, bring us closer together, merging somewhere in the middle, without pressures, worries, confusion or expectation. For us, too, it minimizes wasted time. Just the freely given act of submission on my part, such as baring my bottom, kneeling before him, or handing him the paddle, is enough to reconnect us once more. From that point on, we are one.

Cuddlybum: We practice submission, in our own unique way. Just like every one else here I suppose!

My beloved spanks me when he thinks I need it, when I ask for it, and when I break my rules. My rules are not onerous or weird. They are simple, along the lines of keeping the house tidy, keeping up with my studies, asd keeping my diet and exercise plans going. These are all stuff I want to do for myself.

He gives me a structure. He gives me a reason not to avoid these things. He keeps me on track. He takes care of me and makes sure I'm OK. Submission means allowing him to do these things for me, such as allowing him to take care of me, to look out for what's best for me, to make me take care of myself.

I'm not submissive in public life. I'm not submissive in most aspects of my private life, but with the beloved, I can be. It's a gift he gives me and I give him.

CeeCi: As a teenager, I lived in Japan. The cultural differences were intriguing to me then, and they fascinate me now. My exploration of submission has brought those differences into my awareness again. I'll do my best to explain why I find the Asian mindset about submission so very interesting.

In our culture, we hold ourselves 'above' many aspects of human nature. We, as women, are taught to set aside some of our core values and replace them with aspects that are foreign to our being. In doing so, personally, I became lost and confused, wondering why I was set aside by man after man when my submissive tendencies came out. I didn't know what they were, I found myself labeled as needy, clingy, weak and sadly, bought into those views. I have come to realize I am anything but weak. My submissiveness is a beautiful gift. The men I met were incapable of accepting it as current cultural trends made them react negatively.

In my feeble understanding of Asian culture, submissiveness is what it is. Women know to the center of their very core their value and place within their culture. Sadly, most Western women do not, hence questions about our submissiveness.

When MoJo came back into my life, I began opening like a flower. Here is a man who understands the gifts I give him as I understand the gifts he gives me. Here is a man who is my equal, the yang to my yin. When we're together I feel empowered, free to finally be who and I what I truly am ...an amazing woman!

Absolutely amazing! Bravo, and thank you all!

Keywords: submission, submissive, spanked submissive, spanking brunch