Potpourri: Snowfall Edition

This is one of those times when I have several ideas, but none seem to merit a full post. The solution is Potpourri. Call it amalgam or gumbo if you prefer, but it’s a bunch of short thoughts that live here together in a marriage of convenience.

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Sunrise Moonglow

I’ve talked about Randy’s dastardly little wooden stool in the corner. It’s where he likes to see my bottom uncomfortably perched after he is finished toasting it. His latest bit of fun involves having me sit facing the corner and then lean forward. The point of this exercise is to expose the upper portion of my freshly reddened and very sore cheeks so he can take pictures. He calls this shot Sunrise Moonglow. I call it #@%&!

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A Taxonomy of Spanking Sounds

Have you noticed how various combinations of spanking implements and bottom coverings yield different sounds at impact? We at MBS Labs have conducted extensive research on this essential topic. Here are our findings:

Research Notes:

        The jeans were a snug pair of soft, well-worn Wranglers with a thong underneath
        The skirt was a loose-fitting lined winter wool style with a thong underneath
        The panties were Jockey French Cut cotton
        The bare skin was mine
        The hairbrush was solid wood with an oval shaped head
        The cane was our long rattan punishment model
        The wood paddle was a thick hardwood rounded OTK style
        The leather paddle was a semi-rigid OTK style
        The strap was long, firm, and fairly wide leather
        All testing was performed with the testee bent over the back of a couch
        Approximately 3-5 strokes/swats were administered for each combination
        The chief tester (Randy) wrote down what he heard during each round
        By prior agreement, sounds made by the testee were not analyzed

Hooray for spankings for science! (as I rub my well used test area)

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That Birthday Present

A reader reminded me that I teased you last fall about a special birthday present that Randy bought for me. I hinted that it was somewhat spanking-related, at least in our twisted minds, but not an implement. Now, months later, I can reveal that it was a lime green thong-style swimsuit with triangle tops. It was something he found online and had to buy. He dreamed of having me wear it while getting a hard spanking. Well, that dream came true and he captured lots of video and photos of the occasion.

It's a well constructed suit and it had to have been expensive. I’m not sure I would have worn it outside the house forty years ago, but it certainly isn’t happening now. But I’ll let him hold onto that dream.

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Speaking of Stuff Randy Ordered

Why is it that any spanking implement, or really anything vaguely pervertible, that comes into our house through whatever means must be immediately tested on my butt? One might think having implements in every room should be sufficient. But no.

Randy loves the kitchen stores. Need I say more? When we go in person, he delights in sending me up to the checkout counter with a handful of new bottom beaters. As with the tack stores, I think the clerks totally know. This time, though, Randy used the internet. Our new package contained something called a spoonula. I think that sounds like a vampire baker. But it’s actually a kitchen tool designed for punishment spankings scraping food.

His package was delivered around 3pm. I was right where I was supposed to be, working in my little home office. After opening the box, Randy came over and waved his newest acquisition. It’s plastic. It’s kind of long and looks heavy. It’s red, as though its purpose isn’t already apparent.

Randy indicated that I should take a break. “OK,” I said, “But I have a meeting at 3:30.” He told me that what he had in mind shouldn’t take long. I passed up the opportunity to inform him that time passes more slowly when someone is hitting your bottom with a new plastic stick thing.

So over the back of the couch I tumbled and over my back my skirt flew. My healthy respect for kitchen tools was only enhanced by this impactful introduction.

I made it to my virtual meeting on time (and even fixed my makeup), but not without a high level of residual posterior soreness (RPS). I was wondering whether Dracuspoon might break, but it seems to be pretty tough. This was probably not the last time the new toy will interfere with my sitting.

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Another Reader Question

MBS readers are nothing if not inquisitive. Anthony asked whether my first adult spanking changed me forever. My answer is no. My first adult spanking happened before I was an adult. As a teen, I was that girl who was totally obsessed with the idea of being spanked. I cajoled a high school boyfriend to spank me and he didn’t have any concept of what to do or why I might want that. The experience didn’t approach my fantasies and I was disappointed. Had Anthony asked about my first spanking with Randy, my answer would be different.

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Unexpected Renaissance

Every few years, Randy and I drive up to Mount St. Helens. It’s been more than forty years since the massive eruption. Some areas remain devastated. But in other spots, life has returned to a surprising degree.

So it is with Tumblr. Yes, really. For a long time, I wouldn’t link any blog hosted there. Then slowly, quietly, spanko blogs started to pop up. A lot of blogs are still inaccessible, but there are some that are alive and open for business. I might well get burned again by linking blogs that disappear, but I’m pleased to see these small, emerging signs of life.

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Reflecting on 2000

I mentioned in my last post that MBS finally reached the 2000 post milestone. Other blogs have more (I salute you), but this seems meaningful to me. Thanks to all of you who helped celebrate and especially those who helped us get here.

Such occasions make me feel nostalgic. I am reminded of the blog’s tagline in the early days.

The message back then was “Spankings Happen.” I wanted readers to know that consensual adult spankings are something that real people do. It’s OK. You like it and I like it too. Why not explore your deepest fantasies with someone you love?

We’ve talked about a lot of different topics over the years, but this one still feels relevant.

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I guess that’s about it until next time. Stay warm and be safe, my friends.