We are rapidly approaching the traditional vacation season here in the northern hemisphere. This time brings to mind fond remembrances of picnics and outdoor parties, lemonade, hayrides, BBQ, and flipped skirts. It is from these recollections and memories yet to come that we draw this week's question.
Have you any vacation plans for this summer that include spankings? If not, would you like to share a favorite summer spanking memory?
If you want to join our sunny summer spanko session, all you need to do is leave a comment below. Once everyone has had their say, I'll post an edited summary of the discussion.
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I don't have any summer spanking memories yet...but looking forward to a nice summer. This summer we are taking our first family vacation away which will be fun and we will be staying in a two bedroom condo so there is potential for some alone time with my husband...but most likely we will all be snuggled together in one bed and won't have the opportunity for intimacy and spankings...perhaps in a few years... :-)
Timely comment for D and me. We're about to take a week to drive down the Left Coast along the ocean. No deadlines, no preplanned stops, no one expecting us anywhere -- just she, me, and the open road. (And an implement or two?)
Now, will there be spanking involved? Absolutely! Question isn't a matter of whether, it's a matter of where!
I hear there's some pretty isolated beaches along the Oregon coast. Hmmmm....
Well as now I sit in a hotel room on the last day of my vacation, I had full plans of getting a spanking but my son decided he doesn't want to get together with friends tonight and would rather sit here with me and Joe. *Sigh* I haven't been spanked in well over a week and I'm going crazy just thinking about it. I love my son but I WISH HE WOULD GO OUT FOR A FEW HOURS!
Probably no real vacations for us this year. We are struggling a bit on the money front. If we were to travel, we bring our kids. No privacy for spanking. So, maybe there is a positive in not having a vacation. We don't have to give up spankings!
Take Care,
-Jess
Any trip with my honey is definately spanking time. Nothing planned right now -- but here is hoping!
Every July, the group Chicago Crimson Moon hosts a 3-day spanking party at the end of July. I fully expect to be there (and if anyone else plans to attend, feel free to look for me and say, "Hi").
I usually take 11 days off from work, go and enjoy the 3-day party, and then return home to Minnesota to relax and enjoy the rest of the time. It's one of the few chances I have to actually go to a movie theater and see the summer blockbusters...
Dr. Ken
Typically, any trip that I make is either planned around spanking, or at least has a spanking or two planned to take place during it. Even if I travel out of town for a convention, I like to meet up with any friends that I may have in the area for some spanking fun, or even a party.
I only have one spanking memory that really qualifies as a "summer" memory. A couple of years back, just before Leelee moved back to Atlanta, I went down to visit her in Ft. Lauderdale. I knew that I wouldn't get to see her as much when she was back in Georgia, so we planned a little time together before she left.
Part of that time included a trip to the beach. However, it wasn't just ANY beach. Leelee is also an exhibitionist, so this was a nude beach. It took some convincing on her part, but she managed to talk me out of my clothes for it.
While I'm not a showoff with my body, I'm quite an exhibitionist when it comes to spanking. So, when the offer to put her over my lap for a very public bottomwarming was made, I didn't hesitate. This was near the time that we were going to leave, so it was sort of a last minute decision before we packed up and went to the car.
It was a fast spanking, and we were soon lugging our gear back to the car. Just as we were about to move through the bushes that separated the beach from civilization, though, we noticed two beach patrolmen on ATVs pull up to the area that we were at and start asking questions to everyone.
While we didn't stick around to see, we think that someone reported our spanking play. If we had stayed just a few minutes longer, we may have had to explain to the nice officers exactly what we were doing. ;)
In summer, unless it's very hot and the air conditioning is on, we leave the windows open. I remember one pleasant summer day when we had gone upstairs to the bedroom for some 'afternoon delight'. The blinds were open and a soft breeze blew in through the window which looks out onto the back yard. I got a very hard and noisy hand spanking and expressed my appreciation with a few loud "Ow"s. The lovemaking that followed was also quite enthusiastic.
Afterward, I went out onto the back patio. Our neighbour on one side was working in her garden and her granddaughter was helping. On the other side, two boys were playing on their swing set while their father painted the back door. They all must have heard everything!
I told Ron who just shrugged and said that was a good way to keep the neighbours from becoming too friendly.
Hugs,
Hermione
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The first of my summer stories will happen today. J & I are heading out on our motorcycle in search of a secluded spot. I will bring a picninc lunch and blanket. J will bring the implements.
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Have a great day- Ciao
spanked Italian gal- or I. Gal
No big vacation plans, but I fully expect that like each summer, there will be some time and opportunities for mini getaways to the coast or the woods and that in either case, there will be some spanking and some other D/s play that's erotic and fun.
Bonnie, no break planned for this year, and if I had no one to spank.
I have lots of holiday memories to share.
Mel and I used to like to take short Hacking breaks of two or three days. For those not familiar with the term it means horse riding. one of our favourite areas was the New Forest.
One of the rules is that on a longest stop, make sure that your mount is comfortable before going of to do your thing..
It was a very hot day, we were both uncomfortable with the heat.
Mel would have been twenty-two, our first destination was a cool secluded pool, Mel seeing the pool cheered, dismounted, dropped the reins, striped off and was in the water before I could say Jack Robinson.
I settled my mount, cut half a dozen switches and called Mel out of the the pool.
Mel saw the bundle, looked at her mount, and her hand went to her mouth and her eyes widened.
I told her to settle her mount and rermove the saddle, she placed the saddle on a convenient log.
I put her over my knee for a warm up, after the warm up she was a little teary but still smiling, she lost the smile when I told her to bend over the saddle. She counted out twelve firm strokes, she never forgot to care for her mount again. Just as I never forgot to care for her. We didn't get much further that day and Mel smiled all the way home, even though every pace the horse took reminded her of her spanking.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
On summer trips with my family, we used to stop in those kitschy roadside shops where my dad would buy a milkshake with real ice cream, we kids would get ice cream, and my mom would buy a Tab. These places always had a selection of paddles with rather cheesy slogans on them, like "Teenage tongue depressor, apply at either end." I used to wonder if anyone actually bought those things and I'd imagine myself on a similar road trip with a parent who kept one in the car.
Of course, thanks to blogs like this, I know who *actually* buys these things. Or perhaps I should say bought, as I imagine they're harder to find these days.
I actually do have summer spanking plans for the first time-- I'm planning to attend at least two spanking parties, perhaps three. :-)
Summer means swimming, and that means swim suits or bikinis, and one of David's favourite games is spanking me all wet from the pool. It stings far far more, and if he decides to use my flip-flopp that's even worse, and there is one very sore bottomed young lady feeling very sorry for herself. Susan.
Most of our summer vacation plans involve our delightful young teenagers so I have only one such hope - an overnight trip involving only the two of us, on our sailboat, in a deserted river anchorage with rope, the mast, possibly natural implements gathered on shore plus whatever other toys the Captain decides to bring.
And a mosquito net, a tube of anti-itch cream, sunscreen and lots of lotion. Although, I will most likely be able to lay on the deck on my stomach on the way home when the lack of galley and deck-hand duties permits, I hope.
jo lee
Randy and I will be enjoying a long awaited getaway in a few weeks. We will spend some time at the beach and in the mountains. There should be plenty of opportunities for bottom warming and all that accompanies this delightful pastime. Since we will be traveling by air, we will probably have to rely exclusively upon pervertable implements, but we have some excellent ones.
As for a memory, mine doesn’t involve spanking per se, although I’m quite certain there was some that day. I recall one particular hike in the woods with Randy. We were young. This was before our daughter came along. We stopped at the top of a hill to take a break. There were huge oak and maple trees all around us. We had seen no one else on the trail and there were no other cars at the trailhead. We figured it would be safe to sneak in a little fun. I was soon kneeling on the forest floor and paying tribute to my dear husband. The next thing I knew, he was tapping me on the shoulder and whispering for me to stop.
I couldn’t see them, but an older couple had come up the path we had just taken. Randy told me they took one look at us and abruptly reversed course. He said he thought all they could see was the back of my head. I felt embarrassed by this encounter, but we continued our hike nonetheless. All the while we worried that we might encounter a disapproving ranger, but we never saw another soul. By the time we returned to the trailhead, our vehicle was again the only one there
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