Sunday, July 15, 2018

There's Gold in Them Thar Posts (apparently)

A reader sent me this screen shot last week.

It seems that someone wants to sell my blog at a greatly reduced price. I really wish they had talked with me first.

But what I'm really curious about is how the free shipping works.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Incredibly Personal Q&A Part V

Some of you may remember one of my correspondents named Tom who loves to ask me lots of very personal questions. In the past, I turned these queries and my responses into four popular posts. You can read them here, here, here, and here.

So here comes good old inquisitive Tom once again. My purpose in sharing this information is to provide our fellow spankos with a benchmark. The way Randy and I do things is certainly not the only way or necessarily the best way, but it's worked for us. I hope these answers will provide useful new ideas, confirmation, or topics for conversation. In many cases, I edited questions and answers for brevity.

So with further ado, let's get personal!

Q81. Do you like knowing that you are scheduled to be spanked every week.

A81. Yes, I do. I think about it a lot in advance and the anticipation is fun. There is also something reassuring about knowing that, barring some catastrophe, we will have our intimate time.

Q82. What color bra are you wearing. How many rows of hooks are there in the back?

A82. It's peach colored and two.

Q83. Do you ever put on your bra backwards, hook it, twist it around and then put your arms through the straps?

A83. Yes.

Q84. Do you ever do the trick where you remove your bra without taking off your top first?

A84. I guess we're talking about bras this time instead of panties. Yes.

Q85. What do you think about transgender people?

A85. I think about them as people first and transgender second. Everyone should have the right to define themselves.

Q86. Do you consider yourself a "girly girl?"

A86. I'm not sure I understand what that means in today's world. I'm female and I wear dresses, so maybe I qualify.

Q87. You've described yourself as a small woman with a big bottom. How do you think your life would be different if you had a small bottom instead?

A87. My first thought was that it shouldn't make any difference. However, Randy freely admits that the first time he saw me, it was from behind and he knew then he had to meet me. So who knows? Even now, I catch guys in public places checking me out. I doubt they are admiring my hairstyle. Sometimes I feel self-conscious, but mostly I ignore them.

Q88. Do you think that women with cellulite on their bottoms experience greater pain when spanked because of the additional surface area?

A88. I have no idea.

Q89. What is your spanking bench made of?

A89. The bench is wood held together by metal bolts. The top has a padded vinyl cover. The four restraint cuffs are a synthetic material with velcro closures.

Q90. If asked, would you present at a spanking conference?

A90. Probably not. We can't be that out.

Q91. Do you ever purposely wear clothes that show off your bottom?

A91. We have a running joke where I ask, "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" and his response is always a delighted yes. If I wore a burlap sack, I'd still have a conspicuous protrusion in back. Knowing this, I wear what feels comfortable and looks good to me.

Q92. What does it feel like to get a spanking wearing just a thong?

A72. The same as a spanking with no panties.

Q93. Do you think you would enjoy life as a spanking model?

A93. I can't say because I've never done it. This would be a better question for someone who has.

Q94. Do you hate cornertime?

A94. Yes and no. The last thing I want to do immediately after a spanking is stand with my nose in a corner while Randy snaps embarrassing pictures of my throbbing bottom. However, there's a submissive element to it that turns me on and gets me primed for what happens next.

Q95. Will you do anything Randy tells you?

A95. No. I always have a choice.

Q96. You've talked about having a punishment fetish. Can you talk about that?

A96. I love love love traditional corporal punishment scenarios and discipline rituals. For whatever reason, this presses my buttons like nothing else. When Randy uses that authority figure voice and commands me to lift my skirt and get over his lap, my heart does flip flops. When I am fully in that headspace, I am ready to accept almost anything.

I have no interest in real discipline because I never want to do things that are wrong or hurt someone's feelings or disappoint anyone. But that feeling that comes from a punishment is one I relish.

Q97. Do you ever get spankings in the morning?

A97. Sure, it happens. Typically, it's on the relatively rare weekend day when we both have a chance to sleep in. It starts with touching and kissing and massaging and rubbing. Eventually, I end up over his lap as the grateful recipient of a sleepy, amorous hand spanking. Lovemaking ensues thereafter.

Q98. How many spanking implements do you own now?

A98. That depends upon what you consider an implement. There are probably a couple dozen designated spanking implements like paddles, canes, crops, straps, and so forth. Add to that a lesser number of pervertibles such as hairbrushes, wooden spoons, cutting boards, and belts. There are enough of both types that Randy doesn't have to search when he decides to beat my bottom.

Q99. Can you have an orgasm without getting a spanking?

A99. Yes, but it's not as fun.

Q100. You say that spankings make you happy. Do more spankings make you happier?

A100. I think so, at least within any practical bounds. We have other real life commitments that limit our time together. Our energy is finite. But we make the best of our opportunities.

That's all, at least for now. I hope you enjoyed learning more about me than you ever thought you wanted to know.

Sunday, July 08, 2018

Bonnie’s Mailbag: Midsummer Edition

It seems when I write more, you write more as well. The mailbag is again full and it’s time to share. I summarized or paraphrased some questions for the sake of clarity and brevity. I also divided one email that contained multiple questions.

Greeting: just wanted to say hello

Bonnie: Hi!

Question: Do you understand how fortunate you are? An average spanking for you would be the highlight of my life! My husband is simply not interested...

Bonnie: We are greatly appreciative of all our good fortune. As we age, we watch people around us growing infirm and leaving this life. More than ever we seek to get the most out of every day, every night, and every spanking.

Question: How long does it take for marks to disappear from your bottom?

Bonnie: It depends. In general, when you are spanked regularly, you will tend to mark less. Many times, I have no lasting marks at all, just an overall redness that fades after a few minutes. An hour later, you might see slightly darkened skin around the punished area. Sometimes, I have good residual soreness but no visible sign there was ever a spanking. I find that a little disappointing.

I have had marks that lasted a couple of days after a hard bare-bottomed paddling. This is fun in its way, but definitely a special occasion sort of spanking.

Statement: I'd love to spank you.

Bonnie: I play only with my husband. But there are women who might be interested if you start the conversation with a different greeting.

Statement: I truly like how you speak so casually about getting spanked. It’s like it’s a normal part of your life like going to the store or doing laundry.

Bonnie: I love that spanking sessions are a normal part of our lives, though I like them a lot better than grocery shopping or laundry. Those spankings help us in so many ways. When we have to miss a week, I find myself longing for that closeness.

Question: have kik or snapchat?

Bonnie: Nope

Question: Beautiful ass, May I please spank you sometime?

Bonnie: Thank you, but only my husband gets to perform that task.

Question: How can I convince my husband to spank me?

Bonnie: I wrote a tutorial several years ago that addresses this topic. Here’s a second one that takes more of a couple-oriented approach.

Offer: I see that you like to be spanked. I love to give spankings. Perhaps we can get together and help each other out.

Bonnie: I appreciate your generous offer of assistance, but I have abundant spanking help right next to me.

Question: Anal?

Bonnie: Not for you.

Question: I think I saw you ass at [shopping plaza] in [city].

Bonnie: My ass is firmly attached to the rest of me and I haven’t been there.

Question: Do you really get spanked on your butt and you take it willingly?

Bonnie: Yes, and definitely yes.

Observation: That's a very nice ass. You must work out a lot.

Bonnie: Thank you. Yes, I do work out.

That’s it for this time!

Sunday, July 01, 2018

Just the Facts

Very early in my career, I worked as a newspaper reporter. Before the internet, the latest news was printed every day on large folded pieces of paper and sold to readers. My job was to find newsworthy events and write articles about them. Most of my articles appeared somewhere in the paper. An article about the opening of a new restaurant appeared in the Food section, unless it landed in the Business section. Hard news, like a crime report, found its way to the Metro section, or if it was really big, even the front page. An editor decided which stories would run and where they would be printed.

The editor was a potbellied geezer who chain smoked cigarettes in his office. I dreaded going in there and avoided it whenever possible. Beyond the noxious smoke, he was, at least by today’s standards, a serial sexual harasser. I didn’t know anything about that, but I knew he made me feel uncomfortable when he made unnecessary comments about my body or speculated about my sex life. Yuck!

This fellow required all of the reporters to “block” our stories. Before stories were written, when they were just concepts, we would fill out a block sheet that provided the essence of the story. Smoky would use these block sheets to decide where stories would run and how much space to allocate to them. We joked in the newsroom that a lousy story with a good block sheet could make the front page.

Recalling those events, I thought it might be fun and different to present a recent spanking experience in block format.

What: A scheduled weekly spanking and sex session

Who: Randy and me

When: Friday evening, around 8pm PST

Where: In our basement, on our spanking bench

Why: Because we love our spankings and each other

Tools employed: (1) brown leather riding crop, (1) smooth pink plastic bullet-shaped battery powered vibrator, (1) tube of lubricant, (1) spanking bench with (4) velcro cuffs, (2) small pillows

Clothing: Me – (1) pink cotton t-shirt, (1) navy blue cotton thong, (2) white cotton footies
Randy – (1) pair black Dockers, (1) long sleeve white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, (1) pair blue cotton boxers, (2) black cotton blend socks, (1) pair black leather dress shoes

Preparatory events: As I lay on the bench, Randy inserted pillows beneath my head and torso. He then placed restraining cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

Commencement: Randy positioned himself standing on my right side rather then the left as usual. This allowed him to repeatedly apply the crop to my bottom with a short backhand stroke using his right hand. With his left hand, he caressed my most sensitive region using the toy.

Spankee Sensations: The short, swift strikes of the crop landed all over my bare bottom. They felt like sharp bee stings at first, but soon spread into an all over stinging warmth.

Intermission: Several minutes into the festivities, Randy decided that the thong was in his way and had to come down. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. My hips are wide and I have a large bottom. Positioned as I was and strapped to the table, I was unable to assist in any meaningful way. Due to the nature of what he was doing, it was not sufficient to simply pull the panties to the top of my thighs as one might in a purely spanking scenario. Eventually, he had to release my wrists temporarily so I could lift myself.

Spankee Reaction: This spanking was an excellent blend of pleasure and pain. When the climaxes arrived, I was surprised by their intensity. Sensing my engagement, Randy stepped up the rate at which the blows fell. It was delicious.

Spanker Response: Randy kept going even well after I was spent. I appreciated his diligence, but I needed no more. I didn’t tell him because I guess I didn’t want to break the spell. He eventually inquired whether if I had had enough. He quit after I replied in the affirmative

Epilogue: After a quick clean up in the basement, we retired to our bedroom upstairs for more adult fun. Randy walked behind me up the steps and snapped my bottom with the crop several times along the way. I stopped climbing to see whether that would earn me some extra pops. It did.

One Sentence Synopsis: Bonnie is spanked frequently and she likes it a lot.

That’s our blocked story for this week. I hope it makes the front page!

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Another Friday, Another Spanking Experiment

I don’t conceive the spanking adventures I share. That’s Randy’s role. Occasionally, he will ask my opinion, but more often he keeps his plans secret. He loves surprises and so do I, at least some of the time. The key to a good surprise is the total absence of prior clues. So it was this week.

The object pictured above is not some sort of climber’s rig. Nor is it a chastity belt or a strap-on harness. It goes on one’s head as more than a headband, but less than a hat. When Randy presented it to me after work, I figured it was somehow a spanking accessory, but I was clueless how that might work.

He told me that I should go to our bedroom and strip. And put on the mystery headgear. I pulled my hair back and tied it to accommodate my odd new chapeau.

By the time Randy came upstairs to join me, I was undressed per his specifications. He produced a small dark colored rectangular object that I recognized as his Go Pro mobile camera. The headgear was designed to hold the camera.

OK, I thought, we’re going to film another spanking. But why, I wondered, would he want to capture my vantage point? All of the real action takes place behind me and out of my sight. Ten minutes of staring at the carpet would be mighty boring to watch. Believe me, I know.

While I was pondering, Randy was setting the camera to record mode. He next snapped it onto my forehead. Everything I saw, it would see as well.

Grabbing a small wooden paddle from the top of his dresser, he directed he to sit on the bed with my feet on the floor. I guess I should have seen what was coming next, but I honestly didn’t.

“Lie straight back and lift your legs in the air” Oh no. Not the diaper position! Randy grasped my ankles and held them together with his left hand. He pushed my legs down and back toward my head. My bottom and all my secrets were fully exposed. I think I must have gasped when I recognized what was coming next.

This position not only exposes the bottom. It also stretches it much like an ankle grasp. In this unfortunate alignment, spankings really, really hurt. We've used that little paddle many times and I cannot remember an occasion when it stung more. Randy wielded the hardwood implement with his usual workmanlike precision. Each blow generated a loud, short pop akin to a starter’s pistol. My bottom soon burned with intense throbbing pain.

At one point, he stopped to get a spray bottle I had not noticed on the nightstand. A few squirts later, he resumed swatting my dampened target. Rather than cool my bottom, the mist seemed to have the opposite effect.

After a few minutes, Randy let my legs down, set the paddle on the bed and removed the camera from its mount on my forehead. He grimaced when he saw the resulting video. “I can’t see anything.” I didn’t actually say “Welcome to my world,” but I thought it real loud.

Again, I should have anticipated his next move, but I was too busy rubbing my ouchie spots and assessing the damage. From our toy chest, he retrieved my ankle cuffs and the short spreader bar. I was in for the full treatment this time. The cuffs went on easily and were soon clipped to the bar. He reset the camera and reattached it to my head. Back I went into that dreaded legs up position. This time he held the center of the bar in his hand. Everything that was conspicuously visible before was really exposed now. This time I could clearly see him through my elevated thighs as he resumed paddling my already crimson bottom.

I hoped the camera was capturing all the action as well because this second spanking seemed even harder than the first. On other occasions, I’ve had my bottom become somewhat numb during a long, hard paddling. Not so this time. I didn’t think my well toasted skin could survive a third assault.

Fortunately, he seemed much more satisfied with the second set of results. The video showed him reaching back with the paddle and then swinging forward and slapping it against my bare cheeks. The video doesn’t show my bottom because it was taken from my vantage point. I found it interesting to watch his determined expression. I know he takes my spankings seriously and this video confirms it.

I was surprised on Saturday morning to find a few residual marks. That’s unusual for me even after a hard paddling. I had a little discomfort when sitting as well. This little ache makes me happy as I replay in my mind the evening’s festivities.

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

A Whole Different Spanking

Regular readers know that spankings are a common occurrence at our house. Randy spanks and I accept. For decades, we’ve enjoyed this stinging symmetry. But what if the rules were somehow changed? We strive to discover new spanking ideas with varying combinations of role play scenarios, implements, positions, locations, clothes, and rituals. But is there perhaps another, even more fundamental variation?

During our scheduled Friday evening spanking session, Randy and I explored this question. He knew the plan. I didn’t. Here’s a lightly edited transcription of an audio recording:

R: I see you followed my instructions exactly.

B: Yes, I’m wearing the short pleated mini-skirt and ruffled panties you set out.

R: Good girl.

B: I see you you have your camera.

R: Yes, that’s going to be another part of tonight’s fun.

B: And that [big nasty solid hardwood] brush?

R: Pick it up.

B: OK.

R: Now stand right here (indicating a spot on the carpet with his foot)

B: (steps forward and extends the brush, handle first)

R: Nope. Not tonight.

B: (confused) What?

R: You’re going to do the spanking tonight.

B: (annoyed) You’re kidding.

R: No, tonight you find out what it’s like to deliver a good hard spanking.

B: Um

R: Stand here and let me focus the camera.

B: Self spanking?

R: Bingo

B: Must I?

R: We’ll do it together.

B: I don’t...

R: Now spread your legs a little bit more. Lean forward. Good. Now swat your bottom hard with the back of the brush.

B: (swat)

R: Hard, I said. This is a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt.

B: (swat)

R: That’s better. Now keep going. And as you strike, say, “Bad Girl!”

B: (more swats alternating sides) bad girl

R: Let’s hit harder

B: Ow, I don’t like this. (more swats)

R: Please lower your panties and continue

B: (loud swats) Bad Girl

R: That’s good. Your butt is getting nice and red

B: (swats) This is not fun. (swats)

R: All right. Do you want me to finish the job?

B: Yes please

R: OK, let me move the camera. There, now get over my lap.

B: Yes, sir

R: (rubbing bottom with the smooth side of the brush) That was a good warm up. Now let’s get on with the real spanking.

B: Ow, ow, ow!

R: (several minutes and many swats later) That should be sufficient. Get up and put your nose in the corner

B: (inaudible)

R: Lift your skirt. And no rubbing! (flash pictures being taken)

R: (sometime later) So how did you like getting to do the spanking this time?

B: Not much. It seemed like I had to do your job and my job too. When I am worrying about the actual spanking, I don’t get much chance to experience all of the spanking sensations.

R: I find it very enjoyable to smack that wood against your skin. It makes such a crisp, resounding thwack sound.

B: That’s all the more reason why you should be the one to do it.

R: So would you try self-spanking again?

B: I suppose, but it will never be a favorite.

R: I loved watching and filming it. I wasn’t sure you could give yourself a really good spanking, but you did.

B: The second part was a lot more satisfying for me. Just spank me.

R: OK, I hear you. So, do you feel punished?

B: Actually, I think I do. If you make me do that, I must be atoning for something really naughty. Right?

R: I’ll remember that. Does your bottom still hurt?

B: Oh my. Yes, definitely.

So that’s the story. We experimented with self-spanking previously, but it had been a long time. I even included it in one of my fictional stories about a long distance relationship. But it wasn’t a part of our repertoire. Maybe it will be in future. Maybe this was a one-off experiment. I guess we’ll see.

Here’s what I learned:

  1. Even with my arm bent around in an odd position, I could still deliver a painful spanking. That curved handled wooden brush hurts!

  2. It’s difficult to swat yourself hard. But the accumulation of whacks built into a really hot bottom.

  3. I was able to master a variant of the wrist snap that Randy uses so effectively. A good spanking consists of more than just crashing a heavy implement against the skin. That snap adds sting to the thud.

  4. Self spanking was not satisfying for me. The spanker role distracted from the spankee role. The latter is always my preference. However, if Randy were out of the picture, I might try it. But without him there, I imagine it would be even less enjoyable.

  5. I was very relieved when Randy took over. What I crave is not the pain, though I need that, but the control. I want him to place me over his lap and take charge.

  6. Repeating the words, “Bad Girl,” as I spanked myself was a little weird (a little like the Shame scene in Game of Thrones). It felt silly and yet, it sort of reinforced my submissive stance.

  7. Speaking of submission, I've talked before about participating in my own spanking by fetching the paddle or baring my bottom. Never have I been more a direct participant. Actually administering each burning swat made me more than accepting and more than complicit. I truly owned this spanking.

  8. There was another feeling beyond submission. It was embarrassment for lack of a more accurate description. Here I was, a capable adult woman standing in the middle of the room and spanking my own bottom repeatedly with a hairbrush on command. Wearing a way too short white tennis skirt with white fluttery briefs enhanced the experience. For reasons that not even I fully comprehend, that’s kind of a turn-on.

  9. Randy understands this side of me and how to expertly press my buttons. As I was writing this, he looked over my shoulder and whispered, “Next time, we’ll add a butt plug.” A shiver of mortified delight passed through me. He knows what makes me hot.

  10. At the end of the day, that’s what matters – a mutually satisfying experience. We made vigorous love afterward. Spankings are our first, best, and always foreplay.

Have a great week everyone!

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Building the Blogrolls

A reader inquired recently about the criteria that I use to select (or not select) blogs for inclusion in our MBS blogrolls. This post is based upon my response.

I grapple with this question often. The blog lists I curate contain links to sites about consensual adult spankings. I strive to select sites that will be of interest to my readers. I've discussed my standards from time to time here on the blog - no non-consent, no children, no mutilation, no exploitation, no denigration, no abuse, no spam, no hate, no blood, no scat, and so forth.

These lines seem clear enough until we dive into actual blogs. I look for blogs that are primarily about spanking, but they need not be exclusively so. I am not offended by a few photos with nudity or sex as long as they otherwise comply with the standards above. But what if there are as many sex photos as spanking photos? And what if a few of these photos are extreme? Do I link or should I withhold the link? I have done both in various situations. I have dropped a link because of one picture or sentence. I have also judged a blog's content to be so strong overall that I chose to overlook a few questionable elements.

To make the task more challenging, all 993 linked sites are moving targets. A blog that looked fine when I reviewed it can quickly swerve into a whole different genre. It could be porn or torture or furries or even entirely vanilla! Until I wander back there or someone tells me, the link persists. It's tough enough to find and trim all of the stale and dead blogs, let alone those that have gone bizarre.

So what's the solution you may ask. I do the best I can to present appealing options for your browsing enjoyment. Not everything appeals to everyone. That is a given. At the same time, I genuinely seek to avoid freaking out or grossing out my loyal readers. In the end, I must decide which blogs deserve a link. I hope I'm fair and apply my criteria in a reasonably consistent manner.

Should you encounter a site in my blogroll that you believe is objectionable and inconsistent with the tone of MBS, I invite you to write me. Chances are, if it's worth mentioning, I probably won't like it either. And if there is a spanking-related blog that should be linked and isn't, I always want to hear about those!