Sunday, October 29, 2006

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for October 29

Thank you to everyone who contributed to making this a wonderful brunch. Our subject was fantasy Halloween costumes. Here are your incredibly creative thoughts:

Jean Marie: At first, my mind landed on having Kyle be Bill Clinton to my Monica Lewinski. He'd wear a face-mask and a business suit. I'd wear a black dress and a thong (and some padding). At every house where we trick-or-treated, I'd give him head and he'd put a cigar tube in me, just like in Kenneth Starr's obscene book.

But this costume idea made we want to reveal more of my true self. My mind landed on something I've shared before. I'd dress-up in my pony girl outfit and wear it in public for the first time. The leather strap that goes between my legs would be all that "covers" my engorged pussy. It continues up the crack of my ass, leaving my buttocks bared to the dressage whip that Kyle would use on me as he drove me thru the streets at a prancing pace, my exposed breasts bouncing. A bit in my mouth keeps me from "whinnying" as the whip marks my backside. Blinders keep my eyes focused and hide my tears. At every house that asks for a trick, I'd kneel on all fours, Kyle would unbuckle the strap in back that holds the butt-plug tail in my anus, remove it with a soft pop, and spank my up-turned bottom hard. When I can't take anymore, I'd beg him to take me, and we'd butt fuck in public as Kyle rubbed my erect clitty and pinched my hard nipples mercilessly. I'd bite down on the rubber bit and cum. All of our neighbors mouths would be agape, as the prim and proper school teacher was exposed as the spank-whore/pony-girl slut that she is at heart, just like I imagine some of yours are now.

Paul: How about a Farmer and naughty Milkmaid? The Milkmaid and Cowherd are caught dallying in the hayloft. The Milkmaid, Sally, has been sentenced to be birched round the village, and the Cowherd to three days in the stocks.

It’s Halloween and the villagers all want to trick poor Sally, as she has a very sharp tongue and wasn’t shy about using it. Farmer John is dressed in his best. He is single and fancies Sally something rotten. John hopes that this punishment will teach Sally a good lesson and help her to lean in his direction.

Sally is dressed in a thin shift, which is rolled up at the back and tied thus leaving her comely arse and lower back bare. She isn’t looking forward to feeling the birch on her bum. However, there is a strange tingling between her legs.

It’s a chilly evening and Sally shivers as goose bumps grow on her buns, “can we get this over with?”, she asks, “I’m really cold.” “Don’t worry,” John replies, “You won’t be cold for long.”

They reached the first cottage. “Knock and ask,” says John. “Tttrick or tttreat,” quavers Sally at the grinning villager who opens the door. “Trick, of course,” he says. Sally bends over and grasps her ankles and John lays on six sharp strokes. “Oh God,” Sally thinks, “another nine cottages to go.”

Little does Sally know that John has a treat waiting for her at the farm.

Tigger: I asked my hubby what he would like us to dress up as, and he said master of the castle and serving wench! I, of course, absolutely love that idea!

We'd both be dressed accordingly, with my dress showing an ample amount of cleavage and a nice glimpse of leg, of course!

I would get lots of spankings, of course, for various things, most especially my impertinence! But my most favorite would be for spilling ale on him, quite unintentionally, of course! He would bend me over the table right there in front of all his guests and give me a very sound spanking on my bare bottom! Then he'd swing me up in his arms and carry me upstairs to his big bed where he'd make passionate love to me! *sigh*

Tiggr: Paul's story is too precious for words. Now I'm having a hard time concentrating. Thanks, Paul. *grin*

But seriously, I'd be Tigger (duh!!) and Dante, well, he'd be Pooh (see, he has these shorts... *bouncing away quickly*)

Susan: I would choose Arabic costumes. I would wear one of those all enveloping black robes, so that no one could know who I was. David would wear a sheik's costume, a scarf across his face. We knock, and announce, "Trick or treat? It’s a 'trick,' so I glide into the house, glance round the room, and find a convenient arm chair. I bend myself over its back, and here's the surprise, for a round hole has been cut in the back of my robe, through which my tight bare bottom protrudes. I tense in the darkness of my robe, and then gasp as a stinging whack lands. That must be our wood paddle. I get my six and then David helps me up and leads me and my smarting bum from the house.

The next one is 'treat', but it makes little difference to me. This time I touch my toes, and a suprised householder gets his treat by swiping the leather flogger across me, and he makes the most of it! There are a few more tricks,' and I bend over tables, stools and chairs for strap, brush and cane from David, then another 'treat' where I lie face down on the sofa, for a punishing meeting with a tawse wielded by a delighted stranger. At the next house, I lay myself over the fender stool, and the lady of the house attacks my poor bottom mercilessly with the paddle. The female is deadlier than the male.

By this time, my rear is so sore, I hardly know where I am going. "That's enough Halloween, please," I beg as I find myself sprawled over yet another sofa back, and then "Oooooh," as instead of another whack, a length of firm male meat, slides just where I want it, between my burning cheeks. The last trick or treat was our own home!

Kayley: If it's about spanking, I cannot pick the faerie anymore. :( I don't want to get spanked as a faerie. hehe

Hey! I know! I would be Maggie, from Runaway Bride, and I would wear sneakers! And Jack would be the one catching up on me and giving me a good spanking! I like that! Besides, I can be nicely dressed, but also my feet would feel comfy in my sneakers. I can run away before the spanking too!

Brat Scorcher: I would certainly welcome the sight of Jean Marie or Susan on my Halloween route.

We don't get nearly enough sexy little ponygirls. I'm sure when I would feed her several sugar cubes (or whatever it is that ponygirls fancy). She would scuff at the ground indicating her greediness for more. At this point, she would learn what happens to greedy ponygirls. The leather strap would be unfastened and momentarily drawn free from between the lips of her dripping pussy and from in between the soft cheeks of her bottom. Her pony tail plug would be slowly withdrawn from her tight little asshole thus making available her bare bottom for punishment. Twelve strokes with the cane will help teach our naughty ponygirl not to be greedy. What a difficult but effective lesson for a poor little ponygirl.

Mary: Wow, Everyone is in such feisty moods. How fun! I am a little less creative at the moment, so I will simply say "Thank you" to all those that posted such steamy versions of Halloween. Trick or Treat!

Bonnie: I’d like to try the caveman/cavewoman shtick. Picture Randy as a brutishly handsome primitive, complete with shaggy hair, a long beard, and an animal skin loincloth. As for me, I’d wear a little number along the lines of Raquel Welsh in 1,000,000 BC (I still have to wonder where her character got hair products).

As for the spanking, it would have to involve implements made from natural materials. A switch would be an obvious choice. However, an innovative cave man might be able to fashion a crude paddle using his stone tools. Either way, the evening would conclude with a growling, howling attempt to create a Cro-Magnon.

Maggie: We would have to be Tony and Carmella Soprano.

Tony comes down the stairs to meet Carmella and their guests for the annual All Saints’ Eve get together. He visits with the family and works his way around the room to the unknown guests. His eyes rest on several of the guests’ female friends. He watches their moves as they travel around the room.

Carmella making her way through the group, steps up behind Tony placing her hand on his lower back. Unnerved, Tony spins around to see the glare in Carmella's eyes. He tells her they have been through this before and that he is looking at nothing. He only sees her. She had been warned to knock off the jealousy bullshit.

Carmella tenses as she grasps onto Tony's arm full force with her newly manicured nails. She is supposed to trust him. He promised. He gave her the fur, the ring. He brought the new land. But she bristled. She looked in his eyes and swore every curse word she knew. It was all habit. He had been on his best behavior! She knew he was trying! But still, the old days nagged at her. With no thought to her actions she tossed her glass of wine into his face. Lightning sparked between the two of them. She knew that was the wrong move. Carmella's spine stiffened as Tony put a death grip on her upper arm and led her to the edge of the staircase.

As she placed her foot on the first step, Tony stopped her, no going any further. He looked at his guests and explained to them in a quiet voice, that it was time for Carmella to learn that she was his, and only his. And that he was her man, the one she could now trust and depend on. That this was a lesson for them all to share in. To show his loyalty to her and that there was to be no more doubting his word.

Tony took both of Carmella's hands and placed them on the stair rails. He could feel her body quiver. He saw the look on her face that told him she knew she had done wrong, she had jumped to conclusions that had no place in their lives, just as he had explained to her time and again. The games were over. She was his. He had warned her of this harmful emotion before. Now was the time for her to learn that they weren't a game. He loved her, and only her.

Tony whispered in her ear to hold onto the railing and to not let go. What was going to happen would solidify their relationship. It would prove that she and she alone was his.

Ignoring the guests in the room, Tony raised Carmella's dress up above her hips and held them there as his other hand unbuckled his belt and slid it, with a snap through the loops. Carmella's heart skipped a bit as her butt muscles clinched. With that pop, his friends turned to watch as the first stinging bite struck Carmella's extended bottom. The whole room was quiet with Carmella's first sharp intake of breath.

(IMHO Tony would be one of the world's greatest spankers!)

Elis: We don't role play so I haven't given it much thought and didn't think I would have anything to say at brunch today. But as I got to thinking about pretending to be anyone in the world I found myself torn between two famous couples -- Would I want to be Paul and Mel or Cassie and Tom? Tough choice!

Great job, everyone! See you next week...

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Anonymous said...

Fun reading, Bonnie!!!


cuddlybum said...

Sorry I missed this one Bonnie - but Iw as a bit busy this weekend....the rest have given me sme ideas for the next time the belvoed is home though!!

Great reading!


jeanmarie said...

I'd like to address something. Was I off-base in my erotic posting? I like titilating repartee, I love what gets shared here(given that I get aroused at the mere mention of "spanking.") But Brat Scorcher's post made me think, like a girl in a short skirt has to wonder if she's inviting rape. He overlooked the fact that my boyfriend was with me in my cyber-fantasy. If he took liberties like that in reality, like at a fetish club, Kyle would castrate him. He assumed that he could dominate me, strap me, etc. (in his original post he even got into anal torture). This pony-girl has to cry, "Whoa!" If he saw me in real-life, he'd be struck dumb by my pretty face, long legs and incredible ass, as most men are. He'd have to woo me; I'd suggest he kneel and kiss my ass. I'd let him worship at the alter of my perfect posterior for awhile. Like the pope offers his hand for his ring to be kissed, I'd bend at the waist and part my buttocks, for Brat Scorcher to kiss my ring. If he was respectful, and a great french-kisser back there, I might deign to let him try his hand on disciplining me, under Kyle's watchful and jealous eye. This might be accomplished with me asking to be strapped, or better yet, by my issuing a lady-like little poot, dislodging his tongue. My point is that bottoms exert some control in D/s scenes in general and in my scenes specifically, and tops like B.S. need to be chivalrous or the only thing they'll be handling is their own lonely erections all by themselves. Thank you for listening to my rant at this cad.
Jean Marie

Bonnie said...

Tigger - Thanks.

Cuddly - We missed you, of course. But I'm sure your time was well spent.

Let's catch up next week!

Jean Marie - Other than the first line, I didn't think BS was talking about you specifically.

I did edit one section of his submission because I can't vouch for the safety of that practice.

However, this is a rare occurrance. I try to allow people to freely express their opinions as much as posible. So far, the formula has worked well.

Hopefully, this is misunderstanding and nothing more. Had I believed that BS meant to suggest these things should be done to you personally, as moderator, I obviously would have had to step in. I didn't read his remarks that way. If I genuinely missed it, then I owe you an apology.

Either way, I want the brunch to be civil and friendly. If you feel uncomfortable, I invite you to continue to speak up. I will do what I can to keep things enjoyable for all.

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