Sunday, May 30, 2010

MBS Spanko Brunch #228


Hello again, everybody! For those of us in the US, it's a three day weekend and the unofficial beginning of summer. So let's kick back, soak up the warmth, and chat about our common interest.

Have you a treasured summer spanking memory? How about a favorite summer spanking fantasy? Whether it's about beaches, barbecues, boating, brushes, brides, or baseball, we'd love to hear your tales.

If you've participated in our brunch before, you know the routine. Just enter your thoughts in a comment below and at the end of the weekend, I will post an edited summary. For readers who have yet to join in, this seems like an ideal topic. Your summer stories are absolutely welcome!

9 comments :

Poppy said...

Last summer I was with the man I love for three long weeks. I stayed at his house while he went out to work in the morning and made his lunch and showered in the longest most pampering way until he came home. I would greet him with a little skirt on and knickers that I thought he would adore. We played word games, we sat and drank mojitos by the pool and I saw fireflies for the first time ever. I got spanked every single morning before he left and about five times a day after that. I really and honestly think that is what heaven may be like.
I could write about it forever but I will leave some room for your zillion other readers. Thank you for that question- it made me smile.

Poppy said...

I do not know how to add to my post- suspect that I may not.
But I did read that you would be ok with summer stories and (hoping this is ok) here is a link to a postette that I did at that time and a picture of his swimming pool with a raft I made tethered to the centre of his pool with some of his implements on it. Happy days- and he was much more stern about it than he needed to be.
http://poppystvincent.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-out.html

Hermione said...

My summer memories are of riding lessons, horse shows, and the vivid and elaborate fantasies I created involving strict riding instructors, dressage whips, riding crops, and lunging whips.

Summer's just around the corner; I may leave the dressage whip out in anticipation of its arrival.

D said...

Summer always means outdoor adventures!

With the warmer weather, short skirts and sun dresses make for a flirtatious invite for a bit of OTK on a public bench overlooking the ocean or bent over a fallen tree in the woods, panties down around the ankles, skirt pulled up... you get the idea. ;)

Anonymous said...

One fantasy I still remember from high school was inspired by the novel The Great Gatsby, -I was in Advanced Placement American lit! LOL To this day I love the clothes of the 20s and that's probably why this fantasy is so indelible. Anyway, I'm like Daisy Buchanan, a spoiled, flighty debutante given to sulks and tantrums, and after weeks of toying with Jay Gatsby, my besotted, persistent suitor, never in serious contention, I tell him (borrowing an actual line from the book)"You can't honestly think I'm going to let you make love to me, Mr Nobody from Nowhere!"

Then I guess Mumsy and the help are away that day, because the furious Mr Gatsby -looking fantastic in those cuffed white trousers guys wore all summer back then, according to the movies- drags me off to the boathouse, throws me over the hull of a small overturned boat, takes off his belt, throws the exquisite pleated & beaded silk lavender flapper dress I'm wearing over my head and wallops my debutante derriere then and there.

There were several various endings, depending on how much privacy I had.....

(My teacher Mrs Russell always said,"I wish all my students enjoyed literature as much as you do." lol If only she knew! I spent the entire eighth grade getting repeatedly spanked by Sydney Carton from Tale of Two Cities, but I'll save that fantasy for your Bastille Day brunch in July.) ;)
~Missy

john said...

Last summer, we had a visitor with a fetish for cycling and a sore bottom. She was supposed to arrive at diner time, however she got lost.
There she was very late in the evening with a lot of excuses.


My Danielle wasted no time. First, she offered her something to drink. Then it was time for business. It was bare bottom over D's knee for a sound hand spanking. Because she was so tired, further discipline was restricted to only one tool." How may strokes do you think, you deserve?" " Three ma'am", the naughty 'girl' said. Crack, crack, crack, ooh, ooh, "This hurts", she said and rubbed her cheeks. She had to thank for her spanking and then she was send to bed like a little girl. Soon she was sound asleep, on her tummy for obvious reasons.


In the afternoon we went to the beach for a swim. Again she behaved very naughty. She tried to push her hostess under water. My D is afraid for that and I ordered her to stop which she didn't. So I came to my wife's rescue.
I ordered Edith to stop the teasing and threatened to spank her right there on the beach.
"You don't dare, other people might see".
"Do you think I care about that" I said. No way. She continued as if nothing had been said. I yanked her over my knee and gave her a bottom warming, she wouldn't forget. A few people witnessed but continued what they were doing as if nothing happened there on the flood line.

Later D told me she never felt threatened so there was no need for that kind of discipline. We would talk later on, she said.


Edith tried to soften things up by offering us a meal in a nearby restaurant. It was nice warm weather. We enjoyed our dinner outside. There was wonderful seafood and excellent wine.

At home however it was time to give our visitor some attention. Danielle told her she was annoyed by her behavior. However, there was a remedy, a good old fashioned one and completely harmless. First a little warm up was needed. D asked me to take care of that job.."You heard what D said young lady", I said in an attempt to make an impression. "Over my knee". Reluctantly she did. In no time her bum showed a nice red color. Our guest thought it was over and done but the ritual had only started,
Now Danielle was in charge. Edith had to kneel on the bench, drop her briefs and lift her skirt. Her private parts were in full view. D said:" Now you're ready for your medicine, ginger. Of course you can refuse this remedy, it's up to you. If you refuse, you will never know". After a lot of thinking, Edith said: "Ok, I'll try the cure". In advance, Danielle had cut the ginger and now it was time to put it into place. Relaxing words were needed to reassure the anxious patient. Finally the job was done.
Danielle started slapping her backside and soon E was on fire. Then D pushed her cheeks together to increase the effect, which no doubt helped a lot. The spatula finished the job. Edith had now completely submitted.
She thanked us for all the attention and though really on fire, admitted she was glad she had tried this.

Before she left the following day, she told us: "This has been the vacation of my life, many many thanks".

Thomas_III said...

A few years ago, just before Leelee moved from Ft. Lauderdale back to Atlanta, I went down to visit her. To preface this, both her and I are known for public displays of spanking, so you might already see where this will be going. There have been numerous times that she's been spanked by me in public. (The most talked about was in the men's room of a family restaurant, but several parking lots have also been the location for a bared bottom spanking.)

As part of the visit, Leelee talked me into going to a nude beach with her. This took a bit of doing, since I'm not particularly fond of baring skin to the sun. (I normally wear jeans and a t-shirt when I go swimming, if that gives you an idea of how much I keep my clothes on.) Still, I went, and she eventually got my clothes off and me into the water.

Now, again, we've had spanking encounters in public on several occasions, and the chance to spank/get spanked on the beach wasn't to be ignored. So, just before we left, she went over my knee for a short spanking on our beach towel. It was short, but sweet.

As we were packing up and walking away, though, we noticed two patrolmen on four-wheelers pull up to where we'd been and look around. We figure that someone must have reported us for our spanking play, but we finished and got up to leave just in time. If we'd taken a few minutes longer, we'd have had to explain the spanking to the nice officers.

"She was being a bad girl, officer."

barely.pink said...

It was at the end of the summer, and my ex and I were feeling frisky. So we did what all budding exhibitionists do: we took ourselves to the beach for some moonlit fun.

This particular beach had a chainlink fence bordering the lighthouse. It was there, up against the fence, that I gripped the links while his belt, like the waves on the shore, lapped against my bottom.

Even though the relationship did not last, that experience will forever be on the top 5 of my all-time favorite spanking memories.

And I cannot guarantee that our tryst went unnoticed. So perhaps it's a shared memory?

Daisychain said...

If only.... We have only ever been together in March! So all my spankings have been in the winter, usually by a roaring woodburning stove which is nice, but I kind of don't need the warmth of the fire at that particular time, if you get my drift.... xxxxxx

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