Thursday, August 30, 2007

Introducing the Anti-Pervertables


I think most readers have heard of pervertables. These are common everyday objects that can be easily adapted for kinky purposes. Leather belts and wooden hairbrushes are two obvious examples. To the vanilla observer, they are utterly mundane and unremarkable. To a spanko, however, these are immediately recognizable as effective and useful implements.

Pervertables are great on vacation, especially if air travel is involved. I don’t know about you, but I cringe at the thought of those socially challenged government contractors running their rubber glove-covered fingers all over our naughty playthings. I harbor a secret fear that I will be someday be pulled from the line and forced to explain the purpose of a certain battery powered marital aid and demonstrate how it operates. Ack!

As I was standing in the shower this morning (a place of great inspiration), it occurred to me that if we can have pervertables, why not anti-pervertables? We can start with a spanking implement whose only purpose in the world is to redden the flesh of someone’s bottom. We can then transform it into an anti-pervertable by concocting a plausible cover story and an alternative usage. If we can explain its presence in plain language, we might not even have to conceal our toys. Let’s give this a try…

ImplementCover Story
Paddle
  • It's for taking pizzas from the oven
  • Transfers pottery to and from the kiln
  • It's a fan for hot days
  • I seem to have lost that little rubber ball
  • Wait, I know, it's a cutting board
  • The holes let the bread breathe
Cane
  • We're saving for a light sabre
  • It's tough to start a fire without kindling
  • Look, I'm Zorro!
  • It's an antique ramrod
  • I'm practicing to be a majorette
  • Look what blew down during the storm
Strap
  • Watch me zap that fly!
  • It's a rare colonial-era bungee
  • It was my weird grandfather's money belt
  • Like the red carpet for hamsters
  • Why, this is nature's weatherstripping
  • What handle?
Crop
  • A horse? Yeah, that's the ticket
  • En garde!
  • It adds character to plaster and stucco
  • Haven't you heard of crop circles?
  • I'm conducting an invisible symphony
  • He's the new spokesperson for Jockey
Flogger
  • We're going to be pirates this Halloween
  • It's a pantomime horse tail
  • Gives everything the smell of leather
  • It's great for distressing antiques
  • These are very popular in Illinois
  • Can't you see? It's art!

When all other excuses fail, you can always claim that it is indeed a spanking implement, but (a) it's just a gag gift, (b) it's an integral part of our 1880s schoolroom motif, (c) it just looked right in that spot, (d) it's a keepsake from my sorority days, or (e) I saw it at a garage sale and didn't know what it was until this very moment.

If our story is sufficiently compelling, we might be able to hide our spanking toys in plain sight!

Then again, perhaps not…

Monday, August 27, 2007

My Erotic Personality

Now here's a big surprise. NOT!

My Erotic Personality is The Bottom. Take the Erotic Personality Quiz on SageVivant.com and discover yours!I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Bottom!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Aug 26


Our topic this week dealt with readers’ impressions regarding organized spanking parties. As I had hoped, our brunchers bring to the table rich knowledge and abundant experience.

Purple Angel: I am a member of Crimson Moon, a Chicago based spanking group. I was supposed to attend their July party, but couldn't make it work. However, several members of my Yahoo group went. For two of them, it was their first time. They said it was wonderful. They had the time of their lives. Both of them were female bottoms, but one of the tops in our group went also and he has been to many of these.

I am planning to make it to their October party. I have never been to any kind of group spanking event, but I am looking forward to giving it a try. First of all, you aren't required, pushed, or nagged to do anything you don't want to do. Some couples go because of the chance to socialize with spanko friends, but they only spank with each other.

Truly, I think I will enjoy meeting others who have the same or similar feelings about this. And I have to be honest, I love spanking and being spanked and so does my partner. I really do think we will try it out with others and see how we feel about the experience.

Everyone I know who has gone always had a great time.

Sparkle: I'm going to my second Shadow Lane party next week. There was a time when I said it wasn't my thing, and I was a bit nervous that it *wouldn't* be my thing when we went last year.

But it was very cool. There's something about attending an elegant dinner party in your dress clothes and having the girl at the next table flipped over someone's lap for a spanking. It's not rampant, but it's *there*, you know?

No one expects you to bare your bum for the crowd. Most don't. But it was so amazing to walk down a hotel hallway and just listen to the smacks, yelps, giggling and paddling coming from behind nearly every door. The suite parties are fun, too. But again, there might be one or two people getting spanked in one of the rooms, but it's not like guys are sitting around in chairs with girls draped across their laps or something equally bizarre.

I spent three mornings having a three-hour breakfast with spankos in a public restaurant about 2-5 AM. It wasn't about who got spanked the most or the hardest. It was really about just being around other adults with whom you could actually talk about that topic in which we all had in common.

Don: We have enjoyed spanking parties for almost ten years. We have only been to small events. We don't like crowds, so the larger parties such as CM and Shadow Lane don't have much appeal for us. But that is just a personal preference.

We have made some good friends and it has opened a new world for us.

Hermione: A mysterious envelope appears in the mailbox, with a return address of Shadow Lane. I open it and remove an invitation to a Labour Day party. Suddenly, we are showered with pixie dust and magically transported to the Shadow Lane party.

On the first day, we absorb the spanking atmosphere, watch other couples in action, and enjoy the sights and sounds. That night, I am spanked with a little more vigour than usual.

The next day, we lunch with a friendly group, and Ron is invited to administer a spanking to the woman sitting next to him. I urge him to do it because I really want to watch him give a spanking. Since I am always on the receiving end, this hasn't been possible. He spanks and enjoys it a lot. We retire to our room for the erotic conclusion of that scene.

I later allow myself to be spanked by someone else, with Ron's permission, because I want to test
my limits. The spanking is harder than I usually receive, and at the end I am ready for some TLC in our room.

On the third day, Ron spanks me at one of the group gatherings. He has learned a lot!

We bid goodbye to our new friends and are magically whisked back to our home. All that remains is a little sparkling dust on the floor. And a sparkle in our eyes.

Sigh. Back to canning tomatoes. And a spanking later on.

Paul: As far as I know there were no spanking parties in our day.

I believe we would have enjoyed talking about our spanking interests and making spanko friends.

Thinking about it, the only way we would have gone to such a party with the intention to spank is masked. I can't imagine Mel allowing herself to be spanked by anyone else and I can't imagine me allowing it. We weren't swingers by any means.

Paige: My hubby and I attended a spanking party, and though I enjoyed meeting everyone, it's not something we'd want to do again. I discovered that while I enjoy fantasizing about both getting spanked in public and watching other girls get spanked, it's not something I'm comfortable with doing in real life. It's not my hubby's thing, either. So we're in agreement!

Mary: I have an interest in attending, but the timing often just isn't good when it comes to Shadow Lane. I didn't know about Crimson Moon parties. July may work.

Abby: I think my husband and I are both excited for an opportunity to go to one of these some day. Not this Labor Day, unfortunately, as we'll be with his parents at a beach house and I will have to all weekend without a spanking. I'm going to be very good this week so we can pretend I've earned a weekend off.

Back to the topic, we've actually been discussing the possibility of going to one of these. Right now, we're in agreement that it would be more fun to be in the environment and meet like-minded people than to spank or be spanked by anyone else. It's a possibility for some day, but today we're very happy with just each other. Still, we really would love to be in a place where spanking is in the air. I obviously love to talk about this subject, so being able to do so in person with others would just be phenomenal. We also both enjoy the auditory aspect of spanking, so hearing it coming from other rooms would be a real highlight for us.

To those who are attending the Shadow Lane party, have a wonderful time! I hope to be among you someday soon.

LynLass: I attended my first party ever and I knew no one there except our host. Because of that, I was only a little bit nervous. I shouldn’t have been. It was a great experience.

I had dental surgery early that morning and had not slept well for at least two nights prior. By all reasonable criteria, I should have stayed at home. However, I’d missed the last party because I was out of town. I had been planning on coming from the day the date was posted. I had made the goodies I was bringing the night before, so there was no way I was going to miss it.

It was in a private home and there were less than 20 people there. I was one of two “newbies” at the party. Even so, everyone else knew at least some of the others previously (People had come from four hours away!) and they were all gracious and welcoming. I was in the kitchen when the host came in and said, “I want to show you something.” I expected a visual something, what I got was experiential. He took me into the living room, sat down, pulled me across his lap and gave me the opening spanking of the evening!

I guess my spanking broke the ice. After that, there was a lot of spanking going on. I mostly observed until I was offered the opportunity for a flogging with a deerskin flogger. It was incredible. The only thing I really can compare was a wonderful skin stimulating massage. I absolutely loved it and could have gone on all night.

I am already looking forward to the next party and would absolutely go to a larger one like Shadow Lane if the opportunity and circumstances allowed. I learned some things that one could never learn on-line and I got to know some really great people.

Carye: I know that my husband would never want to go to one, but I think that it would be kind of cool to go to one. We've never been.

Amber: I attended the Shadow Lane event last year for the first time. I was a little over two months into my relationship with my top/boyfriend as well as modeling for Amateur Spankings. Talk about having the nervous jitters! It was so exciting and before all was said and done, I felt very at home. Someone mentioned the dressing up for the dinner party and witnessing the girl at the next table being pulled over someone's lap for a spanking... Well, I don't know if I'm the one she was referring to, but I must confess - GUILTY! LOL Following dinner, I experienced my first spanking by a female. It was tons of fun and that was a warm up for the suite parties. ;) I will be attending this year as well and I can't wait!

Thank you, everyone, for illuminating this timely topic! For those attending the SL event next weekend, I hope you enjoy a wonderful trip. If you find yourselves too busy to attend our little brunch, it’s perfectly OK. I’ll know you’re doing your part to spread the word.

For everyone else, we’ll be right back here next week. Same (dogging) bat time.

MBS Spanko Brunch #84


Welcome back, one and all, to our weekly spanko brunch. The purpose of this gathering is to exchange information and insights about topics of interest to adult spanking enthusiasts.

Our question today is very topical. Quite a few of our spanko blogging friends are preparing to travel to Las Vegas next weekend to attend Shadow Lane's big Labor Day spanking party. I am thrilled for the participants and I look forward to hearing all of their exciting tales. At the same time, I'm just a tiny bit envious. This event isn't our kind of thing, and yet, it sure looks like fun. How about you?

Have you attended a spanking party? If so, what were your impressions? Would you attend another? If you haven't been to an organized spanking party, would you consider going? Why or why not?

I invite you to share your experiences with our other brunchers. You can leave a message below, write me an e-mail, or post a message on your own blog. Whichever medium you choose, I thank you in advance for your support and involvement. It's you who make these brunches great!

Friday, August 24, 2007

In with the New: Summer's End Edition


Several dear friends have departed our blogging world in recent weeks. Their absence is a great loss for our community. Yet, at the same time, there is cause for celebration.

It is my pleasure today to direct your attention to a group of eleven young blogs that I hope you will explore and enjoy. When you visit, I encourage you to not only read, but also to offer some support in the form of comments. It's difficult to start a blog. In the beginning, it feels as though you're writing for no one. A few positive words at the right moment can make the difference between a successful blog and an abandoned effort.

Check these out!

Chronicles of Correction
Deep Thoughts from Knotty-Girl
Dove's Open Cage
Emily's Misguided Adventures
Little Spanking Adventures
Our Bottoms Burn
Pyjama Spankings
Sally Spanko
Sublime Submission
Through Iris Eyes
Works of Shrew

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

To these new bloggers, I bid you welcome. I look forward to watching your blogs grow and thrive.

Here are some suggestions I assembled as a guide to enhancing your blog. While it's certainly not the final word, you may find some useful tips.

My Blogging Smarts
More Blogging Smarts
My Blogging Smarts Again
My Blogging Smarts: Balance

I hope you find the spanko blogging experience as rewarding as I have!

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Twenty Alternative Uses for a Girdle

There is a small but vocal group of MBS readers who possess an unusually strong interest in women's girdles. These guys appear to be kind of a rogue offshoot from the Panty Patrol. They write me periodically and inquire if and when I plan to be spanked while wearing a spandex control garment. They ask about my preferences in terms of the various brands, styles, and color choices. They are always polite and I appreciate that.

I have no problem with these fellows getting off on whatever thrills them. But I don't like wearing a girdle. I'm sorry. I just don't. They're uncomfortable, impractical, and hot. Girdles also violate my sense of body pride. Real women have curves, and I think that's as it should be. Why conceal something for which I feel no shame?

With that said, I see no reason to dispense with girdles altogether. In fact, they are tremendously useful. Here, for the first time anywhere, are twenty practical uses for an unwanted girdle.
  1. Feline trampoline

  2. Isometric exercise aid

  3. Dish scrubber

  4. Slingshot

  5. Drum head

  6. Doormat

  7. Strainer

  8. Chew toy

  9. Packing material

  10. Miniature rocket launcher

  11. Shoe buffing rag

  12. Doggie hammock

  13. Distress flag

  14. Grocery tote

  15. Ceremonial headdress

  16. Windsock

  17. Beer keg cozy

  18. Placemat

  19. Material for doilies

  20. Baby bouncer

Amazing, isn't it?

Keyword Chaos Reinvigorated


Yes, it's time again for another exciting round of Keyword Chaos. This is the feature where we examine some of the search words that readers use to find this blog.
  • whipped my psyche - Ow, you bruised my aura

  • 50s housewife BDSM - Hanging up the laundry will never be quite the same

  • a good old fashioned spanking for your wife - You’d be better off to find a good old fashioned wife for your spanking!

  • Bonnie Randy blog - He doesn’t get equal billing until he starts pull his weight around this blog

  • cookbook spanking - Take two fresh buttocks and warm until pink…

  • I love my thick hips and my round rump plump thick bubble butted large bottom - Perhaps I shouldn't complain about how hard it is to buy pants that fit

  • introducing domestic discipline - Go with a simple handshake to start

  • real wife spanking - It’s a whole lot more fun than spanking an artificial wife

  • 3/4" oak paddle - Eeek!

  • how long a spanking? - As long as it takes

  • how many spankings? - See above

  • most erotic submissive nozzle - It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

  • my husband brushes my nipples Massachusetts - My husband paddles my bottom Colorado

  • not on my bare bottom - Oh, like you didn’t see that coming…

  • plug party - Is this perhaps an event for canines? Or has the Tupperware set turned kinky?

  • professional submissive - One wouldn’t want to fool around with an amateur

  • should wives be - Yes, let us be

  • the sound of spanking - My favorite musical

  • bad girls sore rears - OK, that figures

  • bare bottom Bonnie - Also known as Randy's bongo drums

  • bare butt spanking games online to play - Online? I have to believe you lose something over the wires

  • blog smarts Bonnie - Sometimes blog outsmarts Bonnie

  • Bonnie’s bottom blog rocks - I’m not sure which they mean, but thanks either way

  • brush me with a spanker - No, tickle me with a feather

  • bubble butt festival - I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to find another grand marshal

  • funny girdle story - Believe it of not, I’m actually working on a funny girdle story

  • geting spanked - Spanking is fine, but no geting for me please

  • girlfriend good hiding bottom - No matter how well I hide my bottom, Randy always finds it

  • good reasons to leave her - Don’t you dare mention this blog!

  • hairbrush in my ass - A hairbrush can be a very painful implement, especially if you don't have a clue how to use it!

  • how do I make my butt more bubbly? - Have you tried chugging liquid soap?

  • how do I surprise my man in bed? - A bucket of cold water usually does the trick

  • how many women get spanked? - More than we realize

  • magic spanking rituals - Watch me pull a paddle out of my hat!

  • master panty - One thong to rule them all

  • MBS for my wedding - How romantic! We’re all going to a wedding!

  • my tube spanking - You know that will make hair grow on your palms…

  • pantiless blogs - Sorry, this blog has panties

  • plaid skirt, fishnets, bend over - OK, let’s get the costumes straight – the fishnet hose go with the miniskirt and the white knee socks go with the plaid pleated school skirt

  • plunge rectum bowels depth - This sounds like a spelunking expedition

  • reasons for loving a girlfriend - Look into her eyes and into your own heart. You won’t find your reasons on the internet

  • rubbing lotion into girls butts - I believe a simple “hello” might work better as an introduction

  • seventies spankings - Have a nice flay!

  • spank my booty - By KC and the Sunshine Band

  • spank that fat ass your mine - Not until your spelling improves!

  • spanked bottoms over sexy slips and panties - Actually, the panties and the slips go over those spanked bottoms

  • spanking by a huge hand - Yes, Mr. Giant, I promise to eat my vegetables

  • spanking implement that hurts most - It’s always the one in his hand right now!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Aug 19


This week’s question required a bit of imagination and our brunch participants proved to be more than up to the challenge. Our topic was a fictional spanking interview show for television.

Paul: To start, I think we would need to present the lifestyle choices. My suggestions would be one couple into erotic spanking, one couple into bedroom D/s, one couple into domestic discipline, one couple into 24/7 D/s, and one couple into total power exchange or Master/slave. I'm not up on who is hosting what, but whoever hosts should be intelligent and open-minded.

I think that the whole of human sexuality should be openly discussed. This would lead to a much healthier society.

Hermione: I would pattern the show along the lines of The Daily Show and its host, John Stewart. OK, I guess my version would be a comedy show. There would be a collection of clips from news programs (CNN, BBC) with phrases that had a double entendre of spanko words. Perhaps there could be newspaper headlines with a spanking flavour or a sports montage of, say, soccer players patting bums during the game.

There would be a feature on implements, such as something brand new, or a quick trip to a restaurant supply house. Another idea would be a spotlight on a particular material, or eco or vegan products.

For guests, I would like to see Judge Judy interviewed, and find out how she would have resolved certain cases if spanking had been an option. Gordon Ramsay (Hell's Kitchen) would also be a guest, and would show some examples of kitchen screw-ups that were spanking offenses. (I would SO like to be spanked by Chef Ramsay, but I digress...)

Todd and Suzy: Now this would be a good show! It would be interesting to see what kind of ratings it got.

If we were running the show, we'd want a good cross section of spankos. The writers of several of our favorite blogs that would be perfect. We’d like people that come from different backgrounds, and have different approaches to spanking. But they would all be good people who get something out of spanking. None of them would be weirdos either. We wouldn't want the Springer show to break out. LOL

The topics would focus around the benefits they get out of spanking. These would include positive things like better relationships with more communication (and sex), new friendships, and changing behavior. We would really want to keep things upbeat and positive.

Special segments might include how to make an implement, and how best to use one.

For a host, we think a couple would be best. There are possibilities... Bonnie and Randy are high on the list.

LynLass: I don't want to produce the show. I want to be in charge of the literature portion. I think each episode should have a segment that reviews the various fiction and non-fiction offerings on spanking and related fields.

My first review would actually be an interview with Jacqueline Carey regarding her Kushiel series. I've read the first trilogy and just started on the second trilogy. I'd ask some general questions about where the series is, where is it headed, etc., then move on to her research about the various types of pain that she describes. I'd also ask about historical characters upon which she has based some of her characters, especially The Master of the Straits. I have a number of questions about him. I think that he exhibits a better understanding of Phedre than just a friend would have. I also have a lot of unanswered questions about her extensive training.

If you haven't read the books, it's a fantasy based on a changed medieval Europe, sort of, with a main character who is a masochist but is called an anguisette.

If you haven't read the books and like any kind of fantasy, you'll probably enjoy this series.

Naughty Lele: Ditto on Carey, I've read the Kushiel trilogy and I'm reading the next trilogy as they come out. You won't be disappointed, they're awesome.

I was also going to say John Wayne. I wasn't around when his movies came out, but I would love to interview him about how he felt about the spankings in his movies. Was he a dom? Was he just an actor? In his personal life, did he lean towards spanking for DD, or just for fun, or not at all?

Prefectd (Spanked Hortic): If I were producing this programe, it would be an interview show with an audience question participation section at the end. The interviewers would be Brushstrokes from The Spanking Spot (lots of interviewing experience) and Padme Amidala form Journey To The Dark Side (The most inventive and innovative interviewer in the blogsphere). It would be time to put my ego to one side and let these two decide the questions.

To kick off the first programe, the guests would be Niki Flynn (hugely varied experience), Catherine Corbet (done so much but no one knows anything about her except she is Canadian), and Lucy McLean (one of the best regarded driving forces in the spanking world who also has the ability to both talk the hind legs off a donkey and convince it to go for a walk afterwards).

OPB: As I don't have TV I must assume this show is on the radio as well, so the hostess must be Charlotte Green. She has the most wonderful sexy voice.

Purple Angel: Wow, what a great idea. I think Bonnie would make a tremendous hostess! I also think a regular feature should be an educational presentation on the correct way to give certain types of spankings.

It would also be a great chance for artisans to teach how to make certain implements.

As far as discussion I have never known any spanko that couldn't find endless topics for discussion.

In fact, I believe it would be fascinating to vanilla folks as well. Perhaps the show might convince them to give spanking a try. I know once they tried it, well, there would be no turning back.

Jean Marie: There was a sexuality talk show on HBO years ago moderated by Bob Berkowitz. It was called "Real Sex" which, on rare occasions, addressed spanking. I liked this format because it was frank and open and intelligent, all the things I'd want this show, "Speaking of Spanking," to be. The only spanking representative on TV recently was Howard Stern and butt bongo, (crass and leering and snide), exactly what I don't want this important show of my dreams to be.

That doesn't mean that our show wouldn't also be light-hearted. I like Paul's suggestion that a broad spectrum of lifestyles and interests be discussed. However, I'd hope that fun couples who just loved the erotic playfulness of spanking would predominate. Too many people think of S & M when discipline is discussed.

I think that this would mean that "speaking" wouldn't be all that was related to spanking on this show. Impromtu slap-and-tickle sessions would often occur. Imagine a giggling co-ed standing up to have her hunky boyfriend pull her panties down, turn her over his knee on the couch and spank her adorable ass. The cameras zoom in. One is on her face while the second focuses upon that cute tush. A third lens captures his stern visage. On another show a pleasingly-plump woman could speak to how regular spankings help her with weight management. Then the bounteous beauty of her backside is revealed right on camera while her husband takes the hairbrush to her for a large ration of discipline.

I'd love to see an old married couple in their eighties talk about how they've spanked to spark up their sex-lives for over sixty years. There could be famous guest-star testimonials. That stunning Elizabeth Hurley (former flame of Hugh Grant) has said openly that she was spanked as a British child growing up. Have her on the show to reveal that she still loves a dose of the cane for stress-relief and sexual Tabasco sauce. A twinkle sparkles in her blue eyes, she blushes and relates that she was just caned the night before. She stands, turns around, undoes several large safety pins on the side of her designer gown to prove that her knickerless bum is indeed marked with a set of twelve stripes. The studio audience applauds.

Johnny Carson was a relative unknown when he took over the Tonight Show. We all know an intelligent, well-spoken host for this show that the rest of the world should discover. Bonnie, I'd love to see you sit in the moderator/host's chair (and have to make excuses on those occasions when you couldn't sit).

Just like everyone used to stay up for Johnny Carson's monologue, then make love, and roll over to go to sleep, with the phenomenon of "Speaking of Spanking," couples would be staying up, getting roused up and aroused, spanking and making love until the wee hours. America, like Hispanic nations, would have to institute a national siesta time in order to get any work done. It would be a cultural paradigm-shift!

Jim: A guest appearance by Ditoa Von Tease would be fun. Ms Von Tease was interviewed by the Observer (London) a few weeks ago and she made no bones about her love of spanking.

How about a sequence about the Spencer Spanking Plan? This lady tours a stage-show about Dorothy Spencer, and could be interviewed:

Bonnie: I envision several different possibilities. First, we could have SoS in the style of “The View” where women of different ages and backgrounds sit around and discuss what spanking means in their lives and how events of the day relate to spanking.

We could have the “Ed Sullivan” variety version, complete with spanking acrobats, a rhythmic caning troupe, puppet spanko skits, spanking opera, and a stand up comedienne who can’t sit down.

There could also be a Barbara Walters style one-on-one interview format where spankos reveal their deepest sore bottom secrets (“Did he weawy bwing a hairbwush?”).

For fun, we could have a very silly Pythonesque program (“No, spank ME!”). John Cleese would provide the ideal combination of seriousness and idiocy (“Very well then. Let the spankings begin!”).

I love the idea of a spanking game show called “You Bet Your Ass.” Contestants would do precisely that!

There are countless people I would like to see interviewed. Examples would include spanking video producers, spanking models, authors of spanking fiction, craftspeople who make implements, long time practitioners, people in the scene, normal spanko couples, mainstream celebrities with spanko proclivities, artists, songwriters, and, of course, spanko bloggers. I’ll spare you the names. In time, I would try to interview everyone with something interesting and different to say about the subject.

As for the host, I nominate our dear friend and frequent commenter, Paul. He has just the right combination of sensitivity, humor, and curiosity to be a tremendous interviewer.

Thanks, everyone. That was fun!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

MBS Spanko Brunch #83

Imagine, if you dare, a television talk show where all of the topics related to adult spanking. In fact, let's name our show "Speaking of Spanking." It would be on cable, so discussions could be frank and uncensored.

If you were the producer of a spanking-oriented TV talk program, who would you want to interview as guests? What sort of questions would you want to ask them? Who would be your ideal host? Are there any special segments you think might enhance the show?

If you would like to submit a contribution to our brunch discussion, please leave a comment below, send me an e-mail, or post a response on your own blog. Once everyone has provided their thoughts, I will publish a summary of our conversation.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Welcome to CP Solutions


This is a day for celebration here at My Bottom Smarts. You are reading my 700th blog post. This is also my 100th spanking story. What's more, sometime on Monday, we should record our three millionth hit. On this occasion, I must offer my deepest gratitude to you, my dear readers. As I have said before, without your ongoing encouragement, I would have given up long ago.

I guess this just goes to prove that there's a lot more to spanking than a sore bottom!


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Teresa’s foot pressed firmly against the brake pedal of her almost new SUV. She could have made that light, she thought, as traffic whizzed in front of her. A quick glance at her watch revealed the time to be 7:21 am. She should still be able to make it in time. She tapped nervously on the steering wheel as the light seemed endless.

Finally, upon detecting the desired green signal, she sped off. Three blocks further, Teresa turned left in to a nicely landscaped office and industrial complex. On each side of the road were elongated single story buildings. They were identically decorated for the season with what seemed like a rather unimaginative institutional flair. She pulled into the parking lot in front of building number twenty three.

Again gazing at her watch, the time was now 7:28 am. After grabbing her bag from the passenger seat, Teresa hurried through the double doors and into an attractive waiting room. She could smell fresh coffee brewing in one corner. There were two other women seated on comfortable couches and casually reading magazines. Teresa approached the reception window. The bookish woman seated just inside wore a plain navy dress. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Her black hair was gathered in a tight bun behind her head. She looked up at Teresa above half-round reading glasses.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow. I have you down for thirty minutes at 7:30 with Rolf.”

“Yes, that’s correct.” Teresa’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, you’re fortunate that he is running a little behind this morning. Please get changed right away and report to room seven.” She handed Teresa a pink plastic pass card. The woman then quickly turned away and returned to her computer where she resumed entering data.

Teresa walked to the back of the waiting room and through a portal marked “Women’s Locker Room.” When she waved the pass card over the sensor, the door opened. She felt compelled to hurry, yet at the same time, a vague apprehension seemed to slow her progress. Once inside, she sat down on a bench and changed into the outfit she had brought. It was a scarlet and white striped thong-style workout leotard that left her soft, rounded buttocks completely uncovered. She placed the rest of her clothes and belongings into a locker and then strode quietly down a narrow hallway toward her appointment in room seven.

Arriving at the door, Teresa spotted a pink folder resting in a vertical basket attached to the outside of the door. A label on the folder read:

CP Solutions
Teresa Winslow
Female 37
Stress Relief

She was tempted to examine the contents, but she heard noisy footsteps down an intersecting hallway. Teresa rapidly opened the door and slipped inside.

When she turned around, there, directly in front of her, stood Rolf. She gasped. Broad and muscular, he towered nearly a foot taller than his petite client. His arms were folded in front of him, but his expression looked more serious than unhappy.

But for lack of a whistle, Rolf might have been mistaken for a sports coach. His tight fitting gray t-shirt displayed the CP Solutions paddle logo. He wore dark athletic shorts, white socks, and tan basketball shoes. His well groomed light brown hair showed just a hint of graying at the temples.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow.” Rolf’s voice was even and deep. “How are you today?”

“Good morning, Rolf.” Teresa felt suddenly timid. For a split second, she wondered why. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done this before. “I really need this session.” As she spoke those words of confession, she peered up into his piercing cornflower eyes. She hoped he would understand.

“Shall we begin then?” This sounded more like a command than a question, but they both understood what must happen next.

Teresa walked over to an alcove across which stretched a padded beam. The beam was attached to the walls on either side of the alcove by an adjustable track system. The beam had been configured in advance to rest at the proper height for Teresa. Again feeling anxious, she nevertheless bent over the beam. She felt her lips tighten in anticipation of the discomfort soon to come.

“We will start with a standard warm up.” Rolf’s booming voice seemed even more forceful from inside the narrow alcove. With that, his rigid right palm impacted low on Teresa’s bottom. She cringed at the first sensation of pain. The second blow fell just above its predecessor. With workman-like efficiency, Rolf spanked up one cheek and down the other. Over and over he repeated this precise punitive pattern until he determined that her primary spanking surfaces were adequately prepared for the main portion of the session.

“I’m going to give you a break for a couple of minutes, but I’ll be right back. You may stand if you wish.” Without further explanation, Rolf headed out the door.

Warm-up or not, Teresa’s bottom stung. She rubbed with both hands, but this yielded no real relief. As she rubbed, she looked around the appointment room. It was a spanker’s paradise. On the walls hung numerous paddles, floggers, straps, and crops of various designs. The one table held a tray containing hairbrushes, bath brushes, and belts. On the opposite side of the room was a wall-mounted cabinet. Wide but not deep, it resembled one she had seen for the storage of billiard cues. This cabinet, however, contained punishment canes. She thought about opening the doors for a closer look, but she didn’t want to appear too interested in that cabinet.

When Rolf returned, he was carrying a small, rounded wooden paddle. It was the sort of a paddle that might be ideal for a close quarters, over the lap sort of spanking. But Teresa doubted that was on the schedule for today. She pondered briefly how nice it could be to be that near to Rolf, but his voice interrupted her daydream.

“Shall we?” His gesture directed Teresa to again assume her position over the beam. Once she was in place, Rolf began to spank again, this time applying the sturdy wooden paddle. Rather than the wide dispersion technique employed for the warm-up, Rolf now focused his attention and his swats upon the lower half of each cheek. The paddle generated a much louder report than had the spanking therapist’s hand. For Teresa, however, the biggest difference was shocking burn the paddle caused each time it smacked against her bare skin. Her hands gripped ever tighter as her fingers dug into the soft padding of the beam.

After several minutes of vigorous paddling, Rolf halted abruptly and placed the implement into the tray on the table. Teresa began to rise, but stopped when she felt Rolf's hand on her back gently indicating that she should remain in position.

“You will now receive four strokes with a 3/8 inch cane. These will likely hurt a great deal. Are you prepared?”

“Yes,” sniffed Teresa, “Just please get it over.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Compared to the paddle, the swish and crack of the cane was nearly silent. Teresa, however, couldn’t help exclaiming, “Ow!” as each stroke was applied. The final one hit just above where her bottom meets her thighs and was so powerful that she felt her knees buckle. By the time the session was over, she was sobbing quietly and words failed her.

Rolf wrapped his burly arms around his client and gave her a supportive hug. She melted into his chest, enveloped by his masculine strength.

After several moments, Rolf whispered that he had another session.

“Thank you, Rolf. That really, really helped.” He smiled as she tipped him a twenty and then he was gone.

As she returned to the locker room, Teresa marveled at how much more relaxed she felt. It had been a difficult session and she knew she would be sore for the rest of the day, but this feeling of peaceful bliss was so worth it.

Upon returning to the locker room, she took a warm, rejuvenating shower. The sudsy water flowed down her body in rivulets as her last of her cares swirled down the drain. Later, as she dried her hair in front of a long lighted vanity, Teresa couldn't resist examining her freshly treated bottom in the large mirrors. It was still warm to the touch and looked very red, but there were no obvious cuts or bruises. That Rolf, she thought, definitely knows his craft.

Soon, Teresa was again dressed in her business suit, with hair styled, makeup applied, and everything in order. On the way out, she stopped at the reception desk to make another appointment with Rolf in two weeks. By then, his services would again be most welcome.

When she left the CP Solutions facility, Teresa did so with renewed confidence and improved focus. She knew this would be a very good day.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Another Pink Year?


Yes, my birthday is coming. But it's not for more than a month.

SpankBoss recently reminded everyone of its proximity.

This was all the motivation Randy needed to start teasing me. He claims the pants you see above would be the perfect accessory for that other present he's planning to deliver. Do you see what I have to deal with?

...and no, that's not my bottom.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Poll: Spankings and Humor

Have you ever had something happen during a spanking session that was so funny you wanted to roll on the floor? Or maybe you did roll on the floor? Or are spankings a solemn rite of discipline? Or maybe something in between? Here's a poll to assess your thoughts about spankings and humor.

Which statement best expresses your feelings about the relationship between spanking and humor?

What could possibly be funny about hurting someone?
Spankings are, for the most part, serious business
We might joke before or after, but never during a spanking
Once in a while something funny occurs and we laugh
We get silly during a spanking fairly regularly
Spankings are a freakin' laugh riot!
Spankings? I wish...

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Bonnie's Mailbag


Well, dear friends, the old mailbag is brimming with correspondence. It's high time I shared some of the best (and worse) of the bunch. Please note that some messages are edited or paraphrased for brevity. In other cases, I have left the text in its original pristine condition so that you may experience it just as I did.

Question: Will you write a sequel to your fictional story The Exchange?

Response: The Exchange is probably the most unconventional story I've written. I enjoy creating fiction, but it requires a lot more time and effort than recording real life events. I have been asked a number of times about a possible sequel to The Sphere and that story lends itself more naturally to another chapter. Nevertheless, I wouldn't absolutely rule it out.

Question: What are your favorite colour and style of panties? What panties are you wearing at this moment?

Response: My favorite panties are something comfortable and practical. I'd have to say they'd be high cut cotton briefs. As for a color, take your pick. I have a whole rainbow on my drawer.

At this moment, however, I'm wearing Randy's favorite, a pink cotton thong!

Comment: You and Randy are an inspiration.

Response: I hear this statement from time to time. Quite frankly, I feel somewhat ambivalent about it. I know the writer is paying tribute to our success and expressing gratitude that we share this part of our lives. I am pleased that we are able to show other couples that it is quite possible to make this lifestyle work well.

At the same time, I worry that people might be tempted to emulate us. First of all, there is a lot more to our lives than what you read in this blog. I tend to highlight the positive side and gloss over the day to day annoyances that every couple has. Our lives are definitely not one continuous spankfest.

Secondly, every couple is different. The formula that works for Randy and me may not work so well for two other people. I feel strongly that every couple must find, define, and live their own optimal lifestyle. There is no magic bullet.

Question: I'm having a problem with spam comments on my blog. I'm considering adding either comment moderation or word verification. Do you have a preference?

Response: Comment moderation is undoubtedly more effective at keeping the rubbish out of your blog, because only comments you approve will appear. However, this approach creates more work for the blogger. Worse yet, unless you're sitting around and waiting for the next comment, moderation eliminates spontaneity and any hope of interchange between commenters.

I recognize that word verification (sometimes called CAPTCHA) is a nuisance for those who wish to comment, but I consider it the lesser evil.

A third option you may wish to consider is allowing comments only from registered Blogger users. This could cut down on drive by spammers, but it also locks out people from whom you might want to hear.

Question: Does your husband ever give you "time-outs?"

Response: A time-out is an alternative to spanking. What do you think?

Question: Have you ever asked your readers how they feel about sharing the knowledge that they're spankos with other people?

Response: As a matter of fact, I did ask my readers about being "out" back in 2006. Here is our brunch discussion.

Question: Do you suppose women with large bottoms like spanking more?

Response: I presume you consider me an expert on that subject... In any case, I have no reason to believe there is any correlation between bottom size and affinity for spanking. However, I do think a lot of guys like the idea of spanking a woman who is well padded for the occasion.

Question: I was wondering if you would please put my link on your blog?

Response: Yes, so long as your blog includes spanking content and does not include or depict (a) children, (b) non-consensual acts, (c) serious physical injury, (d) extreme graphic sex, or (e) too much negativity of any kind.

Question: May I link your blog?

Response: Sure, I'd be delighted to get a link from you, unless you're (a) a vanilla blog (because there's no sense in getting people upset), (b) a blatantly commercial enterprise (because I don't have sponsors, sell advertising, or promote products), or (c) an offensive blog as described above.

Comment: When I enjoy accounts of spanking experiences, what makes it most memorable for me is not a good set-up or vivid description of events or appearances, but rather some deeper insight into the feelings and desires of the spankee. Your blogging sometimes seems to go that few layers deeper, and that is why I enjoy visiting your blog so much.

Response: Wow, thanks. I am, by trade and by training, a journalist. As such, I seek to convey the entire story (even when I am part of it).

I think you've hit upon the reason why some spanking stories and videos fail to register with me. The real turn on is not the mere mechanical act of striking rounded flesh with a flat object. Rather, the thrill lies in the amazing, swirling array of emotions felt by the participants.

Question: hi. new to the scene here. Xxxxx my name. your bottom caught my eye. its gorgeous. Any more pics?

Response: Yes, I have more photos and I will post them when they fit into the theme of my writing.

Comment: Hey Honey You Look very Good To Me, Send Me an Email With Your Naked Pic Atached. I would Love To Mail You

Response: This fellow obviously wandered over from Erica's blog. She does a wonderful Correspondence Hall of Shame feature every Friday. A large proportion of her mail seems to be of this sort.

This could be fun. Let's see if I can do an impression of Erica...

First off, if you don't know me (and you don't know me), referring to me as "Honey" places you at a disadvantage from the start. Secondly, I'm not going to send a naked picture to a total stranger through e-mail. Get over it. I'm just not.

Now let's consider your abysmal spelling, punctuation, and syntax. Better yet, that's probably a lost cause. Let's move on.

Had you done more than look at the pictures, you might have realized that I am in a long term committed relationship. As such, hitting on me has a very low probability of success.

Finally, you say you would love to e-mail me. Well, you already did. Did you love it?

Guys, this is not a good technique for befriending a woman. You can do better. I know you can.


Love you, Erica!

Question: Would you ever allow a man to shove his thick dong up your ass?

Response : Only if that man were my husband.

Question: Do you think marital spanking constitutes abuse?

Response: It depends upon the context. Spanking, in the narrowest definition, is the physical act of striking someone's bottom. As such, it is neither inherently good nor inherently bad. The context in which the spanking occurs determines how we interpret it.

In our case, Randy spanks with my full consent and for the betterment of our relationship. I embrace this activity because it brings us closer and enhances our communication. As a positive, cathartic, generative force, spanking is, for us, the very antithesis of abuse.

However, in non-consensual situations, spanking can definitely be considered violence and part of a pattern of abuse. Nothing in this blog should be construed as supporting, encouraging, or condoning any form of abuse. Those who practice abuse are criminals who should face appropriate legal sanctions.

Question: Have you ever been spanked so hard that you developed dimples on your behind?

Response: Actually, I have. When we were younger, Randy and I played a lot with paddles. Sometimes, they would leave me with the dimpled look you describe. I have no idea what caused that, but I have seen it.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Divide and Conquer (Part Two)


Readers who wish to follow the story from the beginning are encouraged to start here.

I love being an empty-nester. I miss our daughter sometimes, but not so much that I wish she were back with us full time. Happily, she is grown and has her own life now. Randy and I are free to seek our own adventures. …and what adventures! Those were the thoughts that passed through my mind as I floated down the misty passage that divides dreams from consciousness.

I became aware that I was alone in a strange bed. Randy had left, but his spot beside me retained some of his warmth. It was still dark, though I felt as though I had slept for days. I fumbled to find the clock radio and to my surprise, it read 9:43. AM or PM? Could we have missed a whole day? That seemed impossible.

I rose from the bed and threw open the heavy drapes. What I saw outside was not night at all, but rather a dark morning with a heavy rain storm in progress. I shook off the drowsiness and worked to get my bearings. Randy was in the shower. We had a performance to attend at one o’clock. This was vacation.

When Randy emerged from the bathroom, he shot me a sly smile. The gleam in his eye told me that he had plans for me. He told me that he was glad I was awake. Still naked as the day he was born, I could see that his gladness was genuine. He encouraged me to lie across his lap. Sleepy but willing, I did so. My lover delivered four nice crisp swats on the fullest part of my bottom before abruptly halting.

“This won’t do.” His voice was serious.

“What? Why?” I stammered in hopes of somehow remedying whatever stood between me and this lovely little hand spanking.

“Too loud. Get up and lie flat on the bed.”

His wish was my command. I arranged myself prostrate in the center of the bed. Randy then moved me closer to the edge and separated my legs so that my feet were apart. He produced from his bag the same crop he had employed so effectively the previous evening.

He began this spanking with light flicking snaps all over my bottom. This hurt, to be sure, but these transient stings merely stimulated my spanko appetite. After a while, my man turned up the intensity. Particularly memorable were several blows to my seldom spanked inner slopes. Eventually, he had me jumping with each strike of the leather tip. By the time he completed his fleshy artwork in crimson, my entire bottom was alight with a toasty glow.

We made love at the edge of the bed. I knelt facing the center of the bed and he took me from behind while standing. I adore this position. I always feel very submissive and completely filled by his love.

I enjoyed a quick but refreshing shower. Afterward, I couldn’t resist admiring my fresh marks in the mirror. Randy did a nice job. My entire bottom was covered in red blotches, and it felt just like it looked. As I turned a bit father, I noticed one wayward crop head impact about two or three inches down my right thigh. That, I recalled, must have happened when I jumped.

Next, I prepared myself for the day. We had tickets to two performances. I thought my long flower print skirt and a sleeveless pink top would be perfect for a steamy summer day. Once again, my husband, lover, and self-styled fashion consultant intervened.

“How about those white shorts?” he inquired hopefully.

“No way!” I had no desire to show off my marks in a public place.

“Really? What not?” His tone was more curious than insistent.

“I don’t want my marks to show.” I tried to sound firm.

“You don’t know anybody within a hundred miles. Besides, if someone asks, you can tell them you sat in brambles.” I could tell he was proud of this witty comeback.

“Brambles? Are you insane? Why would anyone sit in brambles?” I was a lot more amused than I was showing at this point.

“Maybe you lost your balance?” I was fighting back a giggle.

“OK. Since when do brambles leave a mark like this?” With that, I whirled around and pointed to the mark in question.

He smacked the spot hard with his hand.

“Hey! No fair.”

“Now it looks like brambles. Put on your white shorts.”

I decided that I had been defeated by inferior logic. I put on the shorts over my obligatory thong. I hadn’t even finished buttoning them before Randy told me how beautiful he thought I looked. He was again all over me, squeezing my very sore posterior, massaging my breasts, and kissing my neck. I would consider selling those shorts as an aphrodisiac, except that they appear to work on only one man.

As I was applying makeup, I twisted around to check how apparent the mark was. It was plenty visible well below the bottom hem of my shorts. Anyone who had ever spanked or been spanked with a crop would probably recognize the pattern. I figured the dark thong would be very visible as well, but the thicker denim was opaque. Unlike the previous evening, only the thin outline was discernable.

Having missed breakfast entirely, we wandered out into the rain in search of lunch. We found a small restaurant down a side street about a block from the theater. They offered a varied menu organized around the concept of Pan-Mediterranean cuisine. This, I learned, meant an ambitious combination of Spanish, French, Italian, Greek, Middle Eastern, and North African specialties. Feeling bold after his morning conquest, Randy opted for falafel (complete with the chef’s secret sauce). I ordered the house salad with olives and feta. Both were tastefully presented and sustaining (They weren’t all that great, but I’m telling a story here, OK?).

What I will recall about this particular establishment, however, was not the food, but the seating. They had chairs where the seat was a dome-like metal grid. This design could not have been comfortable for the majority of patrons who had not been recently spanked. As for me, I could hardy keep still. My bottom was quite tender and that chair didn’t help at all. Randy observed my discomfort and appeared more amused than concerned.

We arrived at the theater in reasonably dry condition about a half hour before the curtain. This gave us time to look around the many exhibits before finding our seats. This play was a drama. The story was rather sad, but the message was a positive one. Again, the performers were wonderful. It was a young cast and they managed to totally immerse me in the story.

After the show, we hung out in a very cool bookstore until it was time for dinner. This experience reminded me of how much I miss independent booksellers. Their slow, agonizing demise at the hands of chains and the internet is a real loss for anyone who loves books.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I thought there was one younger fellow who was spying on me in the bookstore. By this time, my telltale welt had faded, but it wasn’t entirely gone. When I mentioned this to Randy, he laughed and told me that *he* was definitely staring at my butt through the stacks.

Our dinner was the landmark meal of the trip. We drove out to a local winery that also serves gourmet dinners. We had what I can describe only as a four course feast. It made me glad I had a salad for lunch. The appetizer was sautéed wild mushrooms with herbs. The salad was mixed organic greens with peppercorn dressing. For the main course, I ordered baked tilapia. Randy enjoyed a broiled lobster tail. It was all excellent. I thought I had no room for dessert until they brought the dark chocolate mousse with an assortment of fresh berries. Randy didn’t have to remind me that it was full of healthy anti-oxidants. Just wow!

Our evening show was a rollicking musical comedy, complete with plenty of singing and dancing. The costumes were splendid and the cast seemed to be genuinely having fun. This infectious happiness spread into the audience to make this a fine night out and an appropriate conclusion to our theater trip.

It was a long, hot, tiring day and by the end of it, I was ready to fall into bed. Even so, Randy still had the energy to kiss and lick what was left of my welts. This felt good, especially when it devolved into oral sex. Looking back, I have to admit that, despite my complaints, I too find Randy’s unusual brand of spanko exhibitionism a turn-on. It was a pleasurable day and one to be remembered.

The following day’s drive home was uneventful and largely anticlimactic. We were still tired, but it was hard not to smile at our good fortune. We agreed to plan these escapes more often.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Aug 12


Our question this week dealt with domestic discipline. As I had hoped, participant responses covered a wide range of viewpoints.

Abby: When I first started living with the man who would become my husband, I left the iron on. Spanking had been a part of our dialogue and our play since day one, so it should have come to no surprise when he said I was to be punished for the iron. I insisted he not punish me for it, saying, "I don't want to live in fear every day." He agreed, and we made spanking for play purposes only.

In the first few days after we got married, I changed my mind. I realized that it was a fun way of combining our play with real-life events that had no real negative consequences. So I've been punished for having a little too much to drink (the next day, once I was sober) or for forgetting to cash one of our wedding checks. But my partner is my partner; we are equals. If I did not want to be punished, I wouldn't be. From my understanding of domestic discipline, I wouldn't have that choice, and that frightens me. I like that in my relationship. No matter how much I may play the naughty girl for fun, I am still in charge of what happens to me.

Paul: We had a D/D marriage and Mel expected to be punished for wrong doing. In the early days, while she was at university, she was, at her own request, punished for slacking at her studies. After she graduated, this was rarely necessary. Seven years into our marriage, Mel was rarely punished severely. It was instead stress busters and an occasional attitude adjustment.

Erotic spanking as foreplay fulfilled our spanking needs very well.

Heather: We are ten months into a D/D relationship where it is understood if I transgress (i.e. become saucy), I will indeed be punished verbally and with a spanking!

As I have not been spanked in years, I take every opportunity to be saucy. Hence, I am punished very often! My man is brand new to spanking and does not yet see the link between spanking and sex. For me, however, the threat of being spanked is the greatest aphrodisiac I have ever had!

I am a professional woman, very independent, and with huge responsibilities. On the home front, we share decisions of the household, but it is very freeing to have my man in charge of my behavior.

I love Sunday Brunch! It has helped me tremendously to normalize my lifelong sexual quirk!

Welcome Heather!

Paige: My hubby and I don't practice domestic discipline. Although I know a lot of couples do practice it, it's definitely not something that would ever work for us. Spanking is totally and completely sexual for us. Of course, we role-play scenarios where I get "bad-girl" spankings, but it's all in fun!

Hermione: We do not have a domestic discipline relationship. We practice erotic spanking only, as foreplay.

Having said that, all my fantasies are about being punished. I have often tried to encourage spanking for punishment, but my efforts have not succeeded. If I acknowledge that I have done something wrong, and ask if I am in trouble, the answer is "No." Or if I ask what will happen, Ron says, "Nothing". My husband knows I love spanking and it seems to him to be a reward, not a punishment. None of our spankings are ever prolonged or very severe.

I believe in the saying, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it! I am delighted to have a husband who spanks me. We are moving into a more consistent D/s relationship which we both enjoy. (I think Ron feels it's about time I started being more submissive VBG).

I have gotten so many ideas from this blog, and have a few new implements to try out. I am more interested in enhancing the spankings themselves than worrying about why they are happening.

Purple Angel: I think the problem with the term Domestic Discipline is the problem with all labels. They mean different things to different people.

So I will be happy to share what it means to me. It is one facet of my spanking relationship. Yes, I am accountable to two men. One is the older brother I always wanted and never had. The other is the love of my life. Even though we are still in the long distance phase of our relationship we are accountable to each other. We switch in our Domestic Discipline aspect as we do in all other spanking activities.

I also must comment on humiliation. I don't believe humiliation is necessary. I was humiliated so much as an abused child that I could never see it as part of a loving relationship. I do admit that at times I am embarrassed by the vulnerable positions I find my body in while unclothed, but I am never ridiculed or humiliated.

Accountability does not mean that either of these men or I believe I don't have the intelligence to make the right decisions. It is just a necessary reminder when I lose track or back slide. Then I can expect a very severe spanking and lecture. Neither of them uses corner time much since they feel that once I have been spanked and forgiven, sending me away from their comforting arms is counterproductive. But if they sent me to the corner, I would go.

While I love all the other facets of spanking and would never want a never ending diet of discipline only, I do need it and want it in my life. It completely frees me of guilt and I get a chance to start anew. And because I can get delicious spankings for other reasons, I don't break rules to try and force spankings. I would rather have a “Just Because” spanking than a discipline spanking any day.

D: It just so happens S and I had a discussion about this last night. S required my assistance with some work she had planned, and threatened me with a spanking if I did not help. Then she changed her mind and threatened NOT to spank me if I did not help.

The confusion is that spanking is for fun in our relationship. It’s foreplay and sex, not a punitive process at all.

For a spanking to work as a punishment, it has to be removed from sexual foreplay to a separate action altogether. For me, that would mean being spanked with an implement that I do not like, with a force and quantity that really hurts, and a scolding to explain why I was being punished, and no sex.

I am quite willing to go along with this. We don't actually have an implement that I do not like, but I suppose a big wooden paddle or a cane would fit the bill as I really don't like the idea of being spanked with either of these items. Force and quantity would be up to S.

I’ve posted this response on my blog My Spanked Cheeks.

PK: You often seem to ask the questions I seem to be thinking about. We don't do DD. We have talked about it (well, I'VE talked about it) a lot. But I don't think it will ever happen. I don't want some mega-dom. I don't need a boss telling me every move to make. I think I am just looking for the reassurance that comes with DD. I see it as the ultimate form of caring and love. I am in charge at work, I make most of the decisions concerning the children, and we share all major decisions concerning finances. All that is good, but sometimes I want the luxury of being told what to do and the feeling that he cared enough to spank if I just ignored him. Even just roll play would serve this need I think. I like the idea of DD, I don’t see it as harsh, or mean or even all that domineering. I think that if this is something that a woman feels she needs, it is a loving, caring gift her husband can give.

swan: Ours is a power exchange dynamic that can and does incorporate "discipline" on occasion, but I really believe that we have left "domestic discipline" behind in our relating to one another. There are a lot of reasons for that. For a fairly in-depth discussion of my recent thinking about that, it is probably easiest to go to my blog and read what I wrote recently about domestic discipline.

Bonnie: The relationship I share with Randy has many of the attributes people associate with domestic discipline. One of us is dominant and the other submissive. There are spankings. We care deeply about the welfare of each other. However, we lack the one defining element – punishment. That’s simply not part of our vocabulary.

We use spankings for many different purposes, but it’s always positive. We have long joked that Randy could no more punish me with a spanking than he could by feeding me chocolate fudge. It would be confusing for us to try to twist this very affirmative part of our lives into something negative. To us, that would dilute the power and purity of our experiences.

Having said all that, Hermione came close to my feelings when she said, “All my fantasies are about being punished.” Real punishment wouldn’t work for us, but role play provides an easy way to tap into those deep cravings. Randy knows all this and delights in constructing rich fantasy scenarios that press my emotional buttons. The results are often simply amazing.

Under the conventional definition of DD, Randy and I don’t qualify.

Southern Angel: I do tend to define my relationship as a D/D relationship. But I don't let JD punish me because I feel a need for discipline. It is more a way to keep balance in our relationship. But JD and I don't tend to do anything to *normal* way. :)

Thank you all for sharing your insight and your experiences.

MBS Spanko Brunch #82


Wikipedia defines domestic discipline as the practice of interspousal discipline with an emphasis on spanking as a punishment.

The SpankingArt Wiki defines domestic discipline as an agreement in adult relationships where one or both partners recognize a need for discipline and explicitly want the other partner to punish them for wrongdoings. The punishment methods used in domestic discipline correspond to those traditionally used by strict parents such as disciplinary spanking, corner time and other punitive, painful and/or humiliating consequences.

Do you and your partner practice domestic discipline? Why or why not? If you do, how accurately do these definitions describe your relationship?

If you would like to contribute to our brunch, I invite you to leave a comment below, send me an e-mail, or post a response on your own blog. Regardless of the medium, I would love to hear your thoughts.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Divide and Conquer (Part One)


Every summer, Randy and I visit a popular theater festival in another state. We renewed that lovely tradition last week. The three plays we saw were all excellent and the casts, sets, costumes, and staging were superb. We shared several exquisite meals as well as some all too rare quiet time together. It was such a great outing that we are already looking forward to next year’s trip.

Regular readers probably won’t be surprised to learn that the week included some spanking as well. There were several spankings in fact. Before we left on Tuesday morning, Randy caught me coming out of the shower. Knowing the man as I do, I figured that a pre-trip bun warming was a distinct possibility. Nevertheless, he managed to surprise me by choosing a moment when my mind was racing in several directions other than spanking.

I walked out of the bathroom, still slightly damp and with my hair wrapped in a towel. I looked up to see him seated on the bed, facing me, clutching a wooden hairbrush in his strong right hand. He clearly intended to take me over his lap and spank me. I started to turn around and head back from whence I came, but his voice stopped me.

“Wait just a minute…” His pitch rose as he enunciated the word “just.”

I froze in mid-step. I knew my fate was sealed.

“I believe you and I have some business to transact.”

He sure knows how to make it sound romantic, doesn’t he? Nevertheless, I turned to face my destiny. Without additional hesitation, I lowered myself into that familiar position. I was face down across his lap with my unclothed bottom optimally angled to accept the coming onslaught.

Our session was brief, but shockingly intense. The curved handled brush delivers a powerful, burning wallop and with repeated application turns the recipient’s posterior a fiery red hue. By the time he let me up, I was clutching my scalded flesh in a futile effort to stem the pain. I felt thoroughly spanked.

As I was working to regain my composure, Randy grabbed a department store bag from the top of his dresser. He tossed it to me. I opened the slick, shiny plastic bag and removed from it four black cotton thongs. The store tags were still attached.

My first thought was how wonderful it is to have a sweet husband who buys me sexy underwear even after all these years. My second thought was that he probably expects me to wear these thongs on the trip and then use that as an excuse to spank at every opportunity.

I was, of course, correct on both counts. Randy announced that he wanted me to wear these new thongs on the trip. I asked if I could please wash them first and he agreed that there should be enough time before we left. However, he asked that I wear one pair when we departed.

As it turned out, this was not my dear husband’s only fashion mandate. He wanted me to wear a pair of light tan canvas slacks. I think he thought he was being sly, but I immediately recognized his game. He wanted me to show off my well tended bottom for him and the rest of the world, framed by a very visible dark thong.

As with so many of his plans, I felt simultaneously horrified and thrilled. On one hand, I really didn’t need to be paraded around like a prime cut of meat. I’m a grandmother! Yet, on the other hand, something deep within my submissive core desired to be that meat. I wanted my curvy body to inspire impure thoughts in complete strangers.

Perhaps I could have begged off, but I made no attempt. In fact, I even packed a favorite pair of white shorts.

By the time my newest lingerie came out of the dryer, I was otherwise packed and ready to go. I slid one pair over and into my recently toasted bottom. The feeling of the warm fabric gently separating my cheeks caused me to shiver with anticipation. I was now due the full treatment and I wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.

A quick check in the mirror revealed that the tan slacks were every bit as translucent as Randy had envisioned. The T-shaped top of my black cotton thong was clearly visible in back. I pondered for a brief instant the possibility of modeling this new look for my man, but I decided that would probably delay our departure even further. After all, we did have tickets for a performance that evening.

My bottom was still quite tender when we set out for our four hour drive. But the weather was pleasant and the highway was inviting. Under the right circumstances, I love a road trip. I like to watch the cars and trucks, mountains and pastures, signs and sights. You can learn a lot about people and the way they live by driving along a two lane road. By the time we arrived at our destination, I felt surprisingly energized.

We chose an established hotel chain for our accommodations on this trip. The previous time we attended this event, we stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast. The old house was downright charming, as were our hosts, but the thin walls and lack of privacy definitely inhibited some of our noisier vacation activities. To our delight, our new room was located at the end of a long hall on the top floor. Other than the housekeeping staff, we saw barely saw another soul the entire time.

Once inside the room, Randy insisted upon carrying out one of his favorite traditions. He likes to inaugurate a new dwelling by reddening my seat. In the name of good fun and all that inevitably follows, I eagerly played along.

I started to remove my slacks in preparation for the inevitable, but he told me that he would rather I left them on this time. He said he “liked the look.” My man positioned me on hands and knees in the middle of the carpeted floor. From his bag, he produced our black leather riding crop. It’s an effective toy in terms of spanking, but by no means excessive. I rather like its savage kiss.

“Crack” went the leather tip as it impacted against my lightly covered bottom. I flinched, but maintained my position. Again, he snapped the whip against my opposite side. This too hurt, but in a delicious sort of way. I tipped my hips to invite more of the same. He did not disappoint.

The blows now fell slowly and at irregular intervals such that I could not anticipate when or where the next one would fall. He turned on the television to provide us with a little aural cover. Randy then straddled my waist facing my burning derriere. He applied the crop again with skillful aim and just the right level of severity. Now craving the wicked burn, I felt as though I wanted all he would give me.

The next thing I recall, I was on the bed, on my back, without clothing, and accepting a very different sort of gift. My fingers dug into my lover’s back as we were overtaken by the hazy otherworldliness of a breathless coupling. The preceding act had been welcome and necessary. This phase, though, dripped with erotic indulgence. It was deep, sensual luxury. Somehow dirty, yet wholesome, and fulfilling, but promising more. Mmmmm.

I would have been quite content to drift off to sleep beside my life partner, but Randy reminded me that we had tickets for a performance in just ninety minutes and we hadn’t eaten since lunch. Faced with this practical conundrum, I chose to abandon for the moment my dreams of slumber.

Randy and I shared a quick but tasty meal at a storefront café. I had a grilled chicken avocado salad with a honey vinaigrette dressing. Randy chose a deli sandwich with kettle chips. I enjoyed again being in the company of theater people. There were as many characters in the restaurant as we saw on stage. We smiled as a very demonstrative gay patron informed everyone within earshot how pedestrian he thought the bouillabaisse had been. As far as I could tell, that item wasn’t even on the menu. Later, an older woman instructed her waitress with great precision about the temperature at which her soup should be served. Unfortunately, we had to leave before learning whether it was to her liking.

As we walked to the theater, Randy seemed to dawdle. I thought we were in a bit of hurry, but you couldn’t discern that fact from his leisurely pace. Finally, I said to him, “C’mon, shouldn’t we get going?” He laughed and replied, “Yeah, but I love looking at your beautiful ass in those pants.”

I suppose it’s nice to be appreciated.

The play was a classic British comedy. It was appropriately serious about being silly and silly about being serious. There were many laughs and we thoroughly enjoyed the production.

We stopped for dessert in the same café after the show. I have a weakness for chocolate and for cheesecake. The two combined in the proper proportions can be pure heaven. This rendition was happiness on a small plate. I ate it slowly in hopes of savoring every morsel. I would tell you what Randy ordered, except that I have no idea. The cheesecake was that good!

The conclusion of Divide and Conquer can be found here.

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

In With the New: Ouch That Stings Edition!


I love spankings, spanking blogs, and spanking bloggers. When generous bloggers share their exciting intimate experiences, it reminds me all over again why I feel this way. I am delighted that others have discovered, as we have, the many joys of consensual spanking.

Happily, there are lots of wonderful spanking blogs. It is my pleasure today to direct your attention to a group of eight young blogs that I hope you will explore and enjoy. When you visit, I encourage you to not only read, but also to offer some support in the form of comments. It's difficult to start a blog. In the beginning, it feels as though you're writing for no one. A few positive words at the right moment can make the difference between a successful blog and an abandoned effort.

Check these out!

Domestic Discipline Dreams
Radha Sutra
Serving Him
Spanked Hortic
Spankful Delight
Spanking Journey
The Witch's Bed
Vanessa Cane

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

To these new bloggers, I bid you welcome. I look forward to watching your blogs grow and thrive.

Here are some suggestions I assembled as a guide to enhancing your blog. While it's certainly not the final word, you may find some useful tips.

My Blogging Smarts
More Blogging Smarts
My Blogging Smarts Again
My Blogging Smarts: Balance

I hope you find the spanko blogging experience as rewarding as I have!

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