Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for May 24

Our topic of the week was good spanking blogs and Web sites for couples interested in erotic and sensual spanking. Here are your suggestions.

Tiggs: Gee, the only hard part about this assignment is limiting it to five, so I'll just list the first five that came to mind:

          Ronnie at Heart and Soul

          Daisy and Dave

          Bear and Penfold

          Todd and Suzy at American Spanking Society

Jean Marie: I read these:

          Kelly is simply the best!

          Amber has the most adorable bum.

          Brambleberry Blush offers a refreshing perspective.

          Dante delivers sexy stuff!

          Chloe is a girl next door who is so cute.

PK: I think five of the best in this category would be:

          A Day in the Life

          Heart and Soul

          Hermione’s Heart

          Brambleberry Blush

          Todd and Suzy

Daisy: OK, websites for couples to read or websites where both parties participate in the blog? Hmmm... Lets do couples for couples!

          Ronnie and P

          Tiggs and Dante

          Todd and Suzy

          Bear n Penfold

          Meow and Lash

Prefectdt: My top spot has to go to All Things Spanking not so much for the blog, but for the resource lists that Mitch has on his blog for face-to-face groups, advice sites, resource sites, etc.

The next three I include because they explore the trials, tribulations, and joys of having a spanking relationship, whilst not ignoring how this has to fit into real life and all the other things that are going on around them.

          Ronnie

          Tiggs

          Dante

And last, but not least, I recommend Chross' blog, mostly for the Spankings of the Week posts that give a fun guide to photos, videos, and articles from other blogs, but also for his resource lists.

Ronnie: Can I first please say thank you to all who have mentioned my blog?

There are so many excellent bloggers out there, but the ones involving couples I regularly read are:

          Hermione’s Heart

          Brambleberry Blush

          Todd and Suzy

          Daisy and Dave

          Dante and Tiggs

          PK is another favourite of mine.

Also, I agree with Prefectdt that Chross’ Spanking of the Week posts are fun. Thanks to Hermione for introducing it to me.

Hermione: There are lots of wonderful blogs out there, so it's difficult to limit myself to five. Given that the couple is interested in erotic spanking - not DD - and assuming that this is an M/f couple, my suggestions (since I am too modest to suggest my own blog, which also fits the requirements) are these:

          The Spanking Writers - A husband and wife post alternately. The topic is sometimes real, sometimes imaginary, but always about spanking.

          Devlin O'Neill's Weblog - A good mixture of pictures, stories and playful banter, provided by a group of male and female contributors.

          A Taste of the Birch - A good place to go for fiction, it offers a combination of individual short stories plus a longer ongoing serial.

          Heart and Soul - A woman talks about real-life erotic spanking as part of her everyday life, and is very entertaining.

          Brambleberry Blush - Truly lovely and sensitive pictures.

Bear and Penfold: I would also like to say on behalf of Bear and myself, thank you for picking us too.

Our five favorites that we bounce from are:

          Bonnie

          Daisy and Davey

          Tiggs and Dante

          Jay

          Hermione

Starq: I think that going back to the beginning on some blogs will give you the very best stories and post. If you go back to the beginning, that’s when they posted the most and all the posts are very interesting.

Bonnie, your blog is one of the best for this.

Another one I really like is Tiggs at A Spanking Good Time. Her early stuff is really hot!

I think another really good one is PK over at New Beginnings. Hers is good now, but it’s another good one to go back and read since she tells all about how they got started spanking in the first place.

Just for a fun read, I like Cassie’s Space. It’s fiction, but it is the most fun read you will find. This is the only one I have read all the way from the beginning and I laugh out loud every time I go there.

My last pick is Ronnie at Heart and Soul. She and her husband seem to really like each other and they have a really good time.

Frank Spanko: For a real life couple, I would offer the following suggestions:

          The Spanking Writers

          Life In Motion

          Freshly Spanked

          Cu-Cu - This is not actually a spanking blog, but the photographic subjects perfectly fit the theme.

          Finally, I'd recommend My Bottom Smarts, of course.

Kate: Most of the blogs I follow are already listed, so here are a couple of sites I really like:

          Spanking Classics

          FetLife

          Bottom Lines

I have been to a spanking get-together with some of the Classics bunch and had a blast! I have only recently joined Bottom Lines, but so far a really fun site. FetLife is great. There are many like-minded people there and you can choose which fetish you want to follow and which friends you want! My name is Scunge.

Todd and Suzy: It really depends upon what you like and what you're looking for.

Justine at Dirty Spanking Blog posts lots of erotic photos. They arev ery sexual. She is a lovely young lady, and not at all shy.

Devlin O'Neill has lots of hot spanking-related spanking pictures too. He just did a video for Shadow Lane. Wow.

We think our AboutSpanking blog has a nice mix of pictures and short (very short) stories. PK's 'Fantasy Friday' is a great place to find stories from different writers. The Spanking Den is another place to find stories (thousands of them).

I guess that's five right there. But there are so many more though. Dante... Kelly, Amber, Zed and Ginger... Bonnie right here... It really depends upon what you're looking for.

Dr. Ken: Many of the ones I was going to suggest have already been mentioned, so I won't repeat them. But one I would add to the list is Radha Sutra. It’s thoughtful and well-written.

Cowgirl: Lots of good ones have been mentioned and here's one more...

          SarAdora's Spanking Erotica

Bonnie: I think all of the suggestions are excellent. To illustrate the richness of our community, my list contains five more quality blogs (or pairs of blogs) that are relevant to the question and have not been mentioned.

          Rad at Radspace and Sandy at This Cat’s Crazy

          Abby at The Little Red Schoolhouse

          Spankboss at The Spanking Blog and Bethie at Spanking Bethie

          Elaine at New to Spanking

          Dave and Cindy at His to Spank, His to Love

Finally, I think it’s worthwhile to note that many domestic discipline bloggers discuss erotic and sensual spankings as well.

Well, there you have it. I hope I got all of these links right!

The Tag

Randy delights in finding new twists for our spanking adventures and last week, he devised a fine one.

Even before he walked through the door on Friday evening, I knew he had spanking on his mind. We had somewhat indiscreetly discussed our plans over the telephone earlier in the day. It was all I could do to avoid disturbing coworkers in the neighboring cubes by giggling at his outrageously lewd suggestions. Yes, I was certain that I was in for a premium spanking complete with all the trimmings.

I could scarcely think of anything else for most of the afternoon. Finally, I left after deciding that my productivity had dwindled to zero. Once at home, I didn’t accomplish much in the two hours remaining before our torrid reunion. I answered some e-mails and prepared a post for the blog, but it felt as though I was simply going through the motions. I was going to be spanked, and well spanked at that. It was coming soon, but not soon enough. I fidgeted in my chair while imagining what it was going to feel like to have a very sore, hot bottom.

When Randy did arrive, he burst through the door with a shriek of exuberance. He was home, it was the weekend, and it was finally time for fun. I stood up just in time to be engulfed in a vigorous embrace. We kissed with the passion of familiar lovers as he pulled me close. His hands roamed quite naturally to my twin orbs. He squeezed, rubbed, kneaded, and lightly swatted them through my skirt.

“Young lady, are you ready to assume the position?” he asked me in the gruffest tone he could muster.

“Yes, sir, I am.” I wasn’t about to back out now.

“Very well then. Proceed directly to the hall of discipline and prepare yourself.” Following his command, I walked upstairs to our bedroom and removed my clothing. I then knelt on the bed with my bottom high in the air and facing the door.

Once I was in my receptive position, I didn’t have to wait long. Randy often leaves me to ponder my fate, presumably so the butterflies in my stomach can grow and multiply. But on this evening, we were both eager to get started.

“Ah, now that’s what I like to see…” My lover’s voice faded as his fingers lightly danced across my naked skin. I shivered with anticipatory delight. One moment, he was caressing my cheek and the next he was kneading the small of my back. He knelt to kiss me on the neck, just behind my right ear. Those dancing fingers played me like a fine instrument. Then, just as I had almost decided that his gentle attention was all I really needed, Randy’s open palm made forceful contact with my bottom.

The slapping sound of flesh striking flesh echoed around our bedroom even as the pleasant pain shattered my peaceful trance. Again, he applied his hand to spank my undulating globes. The second time, I was better prepared to accept this spicy gift. My man began a familiar pattern of left, right, left, right. He made quite certain that no part of my well padded seat was left unblemished.

Once he was satisfied with his efforts, Randy sat on the side of the bed and beckoned me to lie across his lap. Despite the fact that the Vermont County Store bath brush of doom was in plain sight, I willingly complied.

I found myself face down in this classic punishment position. I had been there many, many times over the years. I knew that all that had come before was merely preparation. The burning I felt in my posterior would surely soon be re-ignited.

Yet, when he resumed, Randy again spanked me with his hand. Make no mistake, these were hard swats, but they were not quite what I had expected. As he spanked, Randy delivered a fun monologue. My memory is less than perfect, especially under these circumstances, but I believe it went something like this.

“You know I read that blog of yours. You know… The one where you wrote something like eight hundred posts about SPANKING.” He punctuated each word with a brisk slap across my backside.

“Yes, I know how you and your friends pay tribute to joys of a red bottom. By the time I finish with you, you ought to be downright ecstatic.” I knew at very least that I would have a fine tale to share.

“Queen of spanking? Did I read that right? Well, this queen might be a little precarious on her throne for a while.” His voice had a playful tone, but his aim was deadly accurate.

After several more minutes of this one-sided banter, I sensed him reaching for the dreaded bath brush of doom. I considered asking whether that was really necessary, but I knew that inquiry would only exacerbate my predicament. The brush immediately raised the level of the spanking considerably. I could remain stoic no longer. I screeched as Randy brought the brush down with astonishing results. In all, he probably swung this vaunted weapon of ass destruction less than twenty times, but the resulting fiery sensations left me breathless and stunned by the pure intensity.

My next memory was Randy rubbing my scorched skin with his hand. Now his voice was soothing.

“You have such a beautiful bottom, and it’s just made for spankings… So soft. So smooth. So curvy. So warm. So red.”

He stretched to retrieve a tube of moisturizing cream from my bedside table. After removing the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount directly onto each of my two sore spots. As he massaged it in, I was vividly reminded of the narrow line between pain and pleasure. Even the light pressure of his fingertips really hurt. But it felt sooooo good. These sensations, as well as Randy’s straying probes, fed a carnal craving that had been building all day.

Before long, we were beneath the sheets and savoring a coital banquet. Our lovemaking following a good spanking is much more enthusiastic than at other times. So it was on this occasion.

After snuggling and talking and laughing for a while, we decided to get up. Earlier in the week, we had discussed dinner and a movie. I was feeling energized and that seemed like a great idea. So we cleaned up and got dressed. After I had pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans, Randy told me to stop and turn around. I was in no need of any further spanking, but I played along anyway. I could feel him tie something to the belt loop in the center of my back.

“What is it?” I wondered aloud.

“Go see for yourself,” was my man’s unhelpful reply.

I went into the bathroom and twisted around to see in the mirror a small piece of red fabric tied to my belt loop. It looked as though it might have once been part of a kerchief.

“OK, I looked. So what is it?”

Smiling now, Randy replied, “It’s your tag.”

“My what?”

“It’s a spanking tag. It means that you’re walking around with a freshly spanked bottom.”

“I get it. It’s sort of a sign. Like gay guys and the hanky code. But what good is it if no one knows?”

“We know. Besides, I have a good friend who runs a popular spanking blog and she can tell everybody about the spanking tag.”

“OK. Let’s go get some dinner…”

The Spanko Files: Jessica

One of the true joys of operating this blog is the opportunity to meet and talk with interesting, energetic, creative people. Some are long time spanking enthusiasts like me. Others are just beginning their journey of discovery. Some seek advice, but many are just looking for reassurance that these feelings they've had for years aren't weird or unusual. I am delighted to provide that reassurance, but sometimes it can be more effective when delivered by someone who has recently walked the same path.

Today, it's my profound pleasure to introduce my friend Jessica and present her story.

Sharing the Secret
           by Jessica

It has only been a few weeks since lurking on spanking blogs and couple of glasses of wine convinced me to tell my husband, Dan, my deepest darkest secret. I wanted to be spanked! Over the years, I had come across stories in vanilla erotic magazines with a bit of spanking in them. Each time I would feel my stomach flutter and clench and my panties would become wet, despite my best efforts to ignore the source of stimulation. Ever since I was a kid, I did my best to bury my “abnormal” impulses. Why did I let the cat out of the bag now?

I have been married to the same man for 20 years and he is generally not reluctant to try anything, as long as it includes sex. So why did it take me 20 years? After discovering the blog, My Bottom Smarts, I spent a week thinking about why I hadn’t told Dan about my needs. Maybe there is something about turning 40 that tends to change the ratio of fear to desire.

I knew that Dan would not leave me when I told him that I wanted to be spanked, but how can I leave myself so open and vulnerable to anyone? I have always been a leader in my job and in my life. I wanted to be relieved of the burden of leadership, or even fairly passive guidance, in my sex life. I believed that if Dan could help me to fulfill my need to submit to him with erotic spankings, my sex life would be all the more satisfying. Although my need was great, I was afraid that I would lose Dan’s respect. Even more concerning was the possibility that I would not like the reality of spanking or that I would somehow be disappointed in Dan’s efforts to fulfill my fantasy to be spanked.

So what’s a girl to do? I set up a rare night out without the kids. I wore a skirt and boots with thigh high black stockings. I usually wear slacks or jeans, but if I had the guts to tell him tonight, I thought easy access would make this adventure all the more fun. *grin* Off to the restaurant we went. Smiling easily, we got our table and began to talk about the usual day-to-day family stuff. One glass of wine and a mixed drink later, I started to feel a little less inhibited and a little more aroused. “What if we get a hotel room and have some wild sex for a few hours,” I suggested. I suddenly had Dan’s full and rapt attention. I could almost hear Dan’s cock jumping to life. As our old friends from Saturday Night Live, Wayne and Garth, would say, “Schwing!”

“While we’re on the subject of wild sex,” I continued, “I have wanted to try something for a long time, but I was afraid to mention it.” I read no trepidation from Dan. He sensed an imminent wild night of fun, “What is it?” he asked enthusiastically. I chickened out momentarily. “Never mind, it’s nothing.” Dan, not willing to let this go, inquired “Really, what is it?” “Umm…” I stalled, “Well, Hmm… What would you think if… I was thinking we should try… Oh, I don’t know.”

Dan, the master of silence, waited patiently. He stared at me intently. Oh crap, I thought, how can I back down now? I took a deep breath an said “Okay… I want to be spanked.” I exhaled. It was done. I did it. There could be no turning back now. Dan didn’t skip a beat. He cocked his head slightly with a small intrigued smile and spoke in a light but gentle tone, “Really? Okay.” There was no hesitation. I didn’t think he would. Dan started wrapping up dinner casually but quickly and said, “Let’s go.”

- - - - - -
We checked in to a local hotel with no baggage, only a bottle of wine and a fluttery stomach. We were ready to go. Dan settled himself sitting on the edge of the bed as I stood beside him. Dan looked at me with the half smile he had maintained ever since I had told him about my fantasy to be spanked. I suddenly couldn’t find a place for my hands. I folded my hands across my chest and looked at Dan shyly. My stomach continued to do flips and I was suddenly aware of my heart pounding against my ribs. I was shaking slightly and wondering what came next.

Dan didn’t make me wait long. He cocked his head, smiled, patted his lap and sweetly said, “Come ‘ere.” I stepped over to Dan and began to lower myself over his lap. I felt Dan’s hand on my back gently guiding me into position. Dan raised my skirt slowly and admired the view. He pulled my panties down and slowly rubbed over the curve of my bottom to the tops of my stockings. My body shivered slightly in anticipation.

“I like,” Dan said in a husky voice. He continued to stroke my bottom gently building the anticipation in both of us. Suddenly he smacked my bottom. Whack! I was surprised by how loud it was. I fleetingly hoped that the hotel walls were thick and then, whack, whack, whack. Dan’s tentative spanks started to gain a little more velocity. “Yesss,” I thought. This is what I needed. I arched my back and presented my behind for more attention. “Yesss, stick that butt up,” Dan muttered.

Smack, smack, whack, smack. “How’s that baby?” Dan asked. “Umm, good,” I answered breathlessly. I mean, how do you answer that question? I was starting to feel the sting of the smacks, which is pain, right? So I was basically saying that pain is good. Hmm, no wonder I was confused all of those years! I couldn’t think about that, I just wanted more!

Dan paused to admire his work. I felt his fingers work their way into my center. They found me wet and ready. He helped me onto the bed face down and quickly undressed. A few more smacks to the bottom for good measure and he entered me from behind. As his hips surged forward to claim his prize, he alternated spanking my stinging behind and massaging my previously ignored rear orifice. The combination of sensations was bringing me quickly to the edge. I moaned and bucked and began to feel my sanity slide away. As Dan continued to smack, thrust, and finger, my entire body contracted starting in my center and blasting its way to every peripheral nerve while circles of light exploded behind my eyes. I am not particularly quiet during an orgasm and my screams of passion prompted to Dan his own crescendo. As my body continued to rock and vibrate in ecstasy, Dan picked up the intensity of his thrusts, ramming deeply as his own release sent shudders through his body. My knees collapsed and Dan fell on top of me; we were both spent and very satisfied. Dan rolled to lie next to me and looked at me with a smile. “You look… content,” he said. And that is certainly how I felt.

For the next couple of days, all I could think was, “This is a really fun new game!” I received an e-mail from Dan that said “I want you to send me two spanking stories and we need to make a lunch date for this week.” I smiled to myself as my bottom tingled. Ooooo, let the games begin!

Thank you, Jessica, for sharing your secret with Dan, and with us! It sounds as though you two lovebirds have many happy adventures ahead of you (or would that be behind?). Either way, it sounds like delicious fun.

Keywords: spanking, guest post, erotic spanking, spanking story, spanking and sex

The Spanko Files: Hermione

A number of our MBS readers are skilled writers as well. It's my privilege to allow their voices to be heard.

One Tender Moment
by Hermione

This story is about a spanking, but more than that, it’s about one special moment during the spanking.

It was our date night, and my anticipation had been building all day. We watched TV for a while (at least, I pretended to watch). Finally, my husband said, "It's time." We went up to the bedroom, undressed, and then got into bed. We kissed and cuddled, with special attention being paid to my bottom. Ron turned me over onto my tummy, and I held my breath and watched as he chose the implement for the evening. Oh good, I thought, as he reached for the dogging bat – a long paddle made of two layers of leather that slap together – that hung from the bedpost. It’s my favourite. It has a nice thuddy feel, makes a loud crack, but doesn’t hurt too much.

I gripped the iron rails of the headboard and gave myself over to the sensations as the stiff leather made contact with one cheek and then the other. Each swat was harder and louder than the one before, and it felt good, like a deep massage. Then the swats stopped. Ron rubbed my reddened globes for a while. When he picked up the bat and began again, the strokes were faster and lighter, but stingy. He aimed for the sweet spot just above my thighs.

Then one well placed stroke landed at the base of my left cheek, just above the top of my inner thigh and very close to the cleft. The sensation it produced was completely unexpected. It felt like an electric current, and traveled straight to the place inside me where I feel an orgasm. I gasped, not in pain, but in delight! Now I understood how someone could climax during a spanking, and I definitely wanted more. I wiggled and tried to maneuver my bottom so that the paddle would land in that very sweet spot again, but the rest of the spanks were of the regular, non-electric variety.

The spanking ended and was followed by gentle fingers that brought me quickly to ecstasy. Ron entered me from behind, pressing his cool body against my hot bottom, and had his own happy ending. We held each other close for a while, and I thanked Ron, as I always do. He laughed, embarrassed, the way he always does. Then we dressed, and he went off to watch football while I busied myself with some household tasks that could be done standing up.

I could still feel the sting of that single stroke on my tender flesh the next day, and savoured the memory of the delicious moment. It was something I had never expected to feel, and a promising sign of even better moments to come. Do you think a discrete 'X' drawn with indelible ink would be considered topping from the bottom?

Thank you, Hermione, for sharing that magical moment!

Keywords: spanking, dogging bat, guest post, erotic spanking, spanking story, spanking and sex

Story: Reunion

Anyone who follows the Fantasy Friday feature at New Beginnings will recognize this story from that venue. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy this little slice of rekindled romance in small town America (then go check out this week's Friday Fantasy!).

As he approached the old lodge hall, Wes could clearly see the huge banner hanging from the front of the building.

- - - Welcome Jefferson HS Class of 1982 - - -
The parking lot was full of every imaginable make and model of vehicle. Some of his classmates had clearly done well. Others, it appeared, were still struggling to establish themselves.

After finding a vacant parking spot in the back of the lot, Wes took a deep breath and reflected for a moment before joining the party. This would be his first class reunion without Beth. He was technically a free man. Unfortunately, this group was pretty well paired up and had been so for years. Wes might well be odd man out. Regardless, he knew it would be great to reconnect with old friends.

Moments later, Wes found himself walking beneath the giant banner and into a swarm of classmates.

“Wesley, my man!” shouted Biff Jenkins. Biff was practically a legend in town for his basketball prowess. He led the Fighting Eagles to the district finals in his senior year. His wife, cute, petite, and reserved, seemed almost his opposite.

“Hi Wes!” Wes knew that voice immediately. When he spun around, there before him stood Mandy Miller. Although normally outgoing and a capable conversationalist, Wes felt momentarily tongue-tied.

“Oh. Hi, Mandy. How are you?” He felt strangely nervous greeting someone he had once known so well. Because her maiden name started with the same letter as his, they seemed to sit together in many of their classes.

“I’m doing great. Bruce and I split up three years ago and it’s been a rebirth for me.” She looked great, Wes thought. Mandy was no longer the lanky girl in the sparkling majorette uniform. No, time and life had sculpted her into a beautifully mature woman.

“How about you? Is Beth here?”

“No,” Wes related slowly, “We’re divorced now.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” With that, Mandy took Wes’ hand and squeezed it.

“Please don’t be. Like you, I’m building a new life.” Wes recalled that he would have given anything in high school just to hold Mandy’s hand. He gently returned her squeeze.

Just then, the DJ started a favorite Cars song. Wes gestured toward the dance floor in the center of the big hall and asked, “Shall we?” Mandy nodded her agreement.

As they danced through two or three new wave classics, Wes learned that Mandy still lived in town and that her younger daughter was just finishing college. He shared how his dedication to his career had driven a wedge between him and Beth. He had learned from this experience and vowed to be a dedicated partner in his next relationship.

Mandy explained to Wes that her ex-husband was very conventional and wasn’t interested in meeting her needs. She lived with this frustration for years until she learned that he had been unfaithful. The split, when it came, merely formalized what had already happened long before.

Mandy and Wes stuck together for most of the evening. They were even asked once if they were a couple.

“No,” Wes replied, “We’re just really good friends who’ve been apart way too long.” And so they were.

It was enjoyable to walk around to each of the tables and become reacquainted with so many old friends. The turnout was excellent and the stories were remarkably varied. Some classmates had joyous achievements. Others had tragically lost loved ones. Some beamed about their children’s accomplishments. A few had chosen less traditional paths.

With each chance they had to talk, Wes found himself more enchanted with Mandy. She had been beyond his imagination in high school. A mere geek could never compete with a stud football player like Bruce. He was just her study buddy. Yet, she had always been so sweet and so friendly. And now, here she was, holding his hand and shining that lovely smile.

Later, Wes and Mandy shared a slow dance. The song was Sweet Love by the Commodores. Embracing Mandy felt like the fulfillment of a dream that Wes never realized he held. When she snuggled closer, he knew he had to find out whether they could have a future together.

By eleven thirty , the party began to wind down. It would soon be breaking up. How, he wondered, could Wes freeze this moment in time, or better still, allow it to continue. Mandy beat him to it.

“Would you like to stop over at my place for a drink?”

“Yes, I’d love to…”

As he drove across town, Wes could hardly believe his good fortune. He wanted to demonstrate his enthusiasm, but without scaring her off. In the end, he decided to act natural and see what transpired.

Mandy’s house was small, but decorated in a colorful, imaginative fashion that reflected the woman herself. When she offered Wes the promised drink, he opted for water because of the lateness of the hour and his long drive home. He thought he spotted a gleam in her eye when she nonchalantly said, “Oh yeah, right.”

The two talked for the next hour exchanging personal experiences, remembrances, and perspectives. Finally, Mandy fell silent.

“What?” Wes inquired. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes,” she muttered slowly, “I just need to ask you something.”

“Sure, what is it?” They had talked about everything from parenthood to politics. Wes couldn’t imagine what could make her pause like this.

“I hope you don’t think I’m weird…” Mandy drew a long, slow breath as if to muster her courage before starting again. “OK, once, a long time ago, Beth and I were at a club with some girlfriends. We were all really tipsy. Maybe I’m insane, but I distinctly remember Beth telling me that you spanked her.”

Wes wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, I…”

“She told me that it was absolutely delicious and that she loved it.”

“Well, yes, we did…”

“Ah, so it is true! I have to tell you that from that moment until this one, I’ve envied Beth. I’ve had an interest in spanking since I was in grade school. I even looked up words in the dictionary.”

“So, you’re a spanking enthusiast too?”

“Yes! But Bruce had zero interest in spanking me. I felt totally rejected.”

“So,” Wes observed with a wry smile, “I guess that brings us to tonight.”

“Would you…?”

“It will be a genuine pleasure.”

“OK, that’s great. I need to go and get something.” With that, Mandy zipped upstairs. As she departed, Wes couldn’t help admiring her curved derrière wiggling beneath her skirt. It had been the inspiration for more than one teenage fantasy.

Mandy was almost sprinting when she returned to the living room. She carried a thick wooden paddle.

“I bought this last year at the fraternity/sorority store for the day I finally get my spanking. I’ve even tried spanking myself with it, but it didn’t work very well.

Wes placed his arms around her. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips.

“I want tonight to be an event to remember. I have no desire to beat you black and blue with that paddle. For what you need, my hand will serve nicely.”

Wes set the paddle aside and slid over to the center of the couch.

“I’ve never done this before, Wes.”

“I know. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“OK, good. Shall I get undressed?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Just drape yourself across my lap and I’ll lift your skirt.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea…” Mandy positioned herself face down with her torso on Wes’ lap.

“Is this where you dreamed you would be?”

“Oh my, yes. Let’s start.”

“For this first time, I will stop spanking if you ask me to stop. If you don’t ask, I will assume that it’s all right to continue. This will hurt a bit, but I doubt it will be anything you can’t handle.”

“OK.”

Wes lifted the hem of Mandy’s skirt. There, before his eyes was the rounded bottom he had admired so many times – swimming and sunning at the pool in an orange bikini, twirling a baton at football games in her green sequined leotard, or dancing at sock hops in tight fitting blue jeans. Now, clad in lacy aqua panties, it was his to spank.

The first swat was barely more than a tap, but it elicited a shiver of anticipatory joy from Mandy. The second was firmer, but not hard. Wes could tell from the tautness of her bottom that Mandy had been working out. Successive spanks increased in intensity. Wes noted little squeals of happiness escaping from between Mandy’s lips. Soon, he was delivering solid blows to both cheeks. She responded by grinding her hips against his leg.

Wes interpreted this motion as a signal to continue. He pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. He grinned when Mandy lifted her pelvis to aid in his unveiling. Again he spanked, but this time, each strike was accompanied by the distinctive sound of flesh impacting against flesh. Mandy’s utterances were closer to moans of passion than cries of pain.

After a few minutes, Wes slowed his pace and began to intersperse rubs with the swats. At first, he caressed her pleasantly reddened bottom. Finding an appreciative reception, his attention moved to her feminine folds. Mandy’s panting grew more urgent until she exclaimed, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you to please, please make love to me.”

And so began a whole new story…

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction, erotic spanking

Guest Perspective: Hermione

In honor of Labor Day, I’m taking a day off! However, rather than leaving you without a holiday slice of spanko goodness, I’ve invited our friend Hermione to prepare a guest post.

If you don’t know Hermione, she is a longtime MBS reader and frequent brunch participant. As you shall see, she has some very interesting thoughts about spankings and their place in a loving relationship.

Like many of you, I have been sexually aroused by spanking since early childhood. My earliest recollection is of masturbating while looking at a comic strip from the Sunday paper. It was probably Dagwood Bumstead (Isn't that a perfect surname?). He was often drawn OTK in those days. I don't know why he was being spanked because I hadn't learned to read yet, but the pictures were exciting enough.

One other thing I want to share is that I have spent my whole life as an observer. While I am actively involved in something - playing the piano, teaching, sitting in a meeting, making love, getting spanked - there is a part of me standing just behind and a little to the left, watching and taking in the details in an objective, detached manner.

My husband and I have enjoyed erotic spanking as a prelude to lovemaking for a number of years. Yes, I know the exact date of my first spanking, but that's another story. Then we adopted a rescue dog who could not accept that spankings happened. Quiet sex was OK though, so spankings were dropped from our foreplay. The stresses of life also intervened, and family illnesses and death pretty much curtailed our desire for bedroom activity. I remember picking up a much-read spanking novel and noticing that I did not feel the familiar throbbing down below. Had I fallen out of love with spanking?

My husband Ron finally decided that we needed to get our sex life back on track, and he came up with a great idea. As a result of the death in his family, we had to sort through and dispose of the contents of an apartment by the end of the month. We could combine this with a bit of spanking and love-making over the next three weekends. Was I interested? You bet!

On Friday, Ron called me at work to tell me he had checked out the kitchen for a suitable spanking implement. I sure couldn't concentrate for the rest of that day. On Saturday, he decided that we would go over on Sunday afternoon. That meant that I had all of Saturday to anticipate the inevitable. Fear churned with excitement inside me. I dreaded the upcoming pain, and yet I craved it as well.

On Sunday afternoon, we drove to the apartment and let ourselves in.

"What's first? Sex or sorting?" I asked.

"Sorting."

So for next hour we made decisions on what to keep, toss, sell, or give to relatives. When I spoke, my voice sounded somewhat strangled. I could scarcely breathe because of the anticipation of what was to come.

Finally, Ron said, "It's time." I followed him to the kitchen where he selected a large wooden spoon from a crockery jar. He smacked it against his palm, then replaced it and chose a triangular spatula.

"Hmm, what about this one? No, I think the spoon will be better." He picked up the spoon again. "Let's go." I followed him to the bedroom.

"What if someone hears us?" I tried to stall.

"No one will be in the bedroom next door at this time of day, and I'll close the door. We won't be heard from the outside hall if you'll try not to make as much noise as you usually do."

We both undressed and I lay face down along the length of the bed, on the bare mattress. I felt the bed sag as Ron sat down beside me. I took a deep breath and waited for the first smack. I didn't have long to wait.

The spanking didn't last long, but it hurt a lot. I hadn't been spanked for over two years, and never with a wooden spoon. I became totally immersed in enduring the painful but thrilling sensations and in struggling not to cry out. In fact, I only realized after it was all over that for the first time ever, I hadn't felt like an observer. I had actually been totally in the moment. I was so overwhelmed with the sensations that during the lovemaking that followed, I had trouble reaching a climax. However, never fear, I eventually succeeded.

Wrapped in each others arms, I sighed, "I didn't realize how much I missed spankings. We can't stop them again."

Ron agreed. "Next month, we'll try it again at home."

"But what if the dog still objects?"

"We'll go to a motel," he replied.

The next weekend, we were back at the apartment for more work then the reward. The spanking was longer and harder, and I luxuriated in the sensations of sharp smacks, the sound of wood hitting skin, and the gentle hand caressing of my bottom between strokes.

Ron stopped spanking and parted my bottom cheeks. We had not brought any K-Y jelly, but saliva is an excellent lubricant. He then gently pushed himself into me. To be honest, I have never enjoyed anal sex. Uncomfortable and unpleasant at the best of times, it was sometimes painful. This time, though, it was none of the above. It was glorious! Somewhere inside my head, the mental barricades had come down, allowing me to let go and enjoy pleasures that had been impossible before. It was a very erotically fulfilling experience.

On our final weekend, I again fully embraced the total experience of anticipation, pain, and pleasure. I lifted my bottom upwards to meet the descending spoon and welcomed its bite as much as I welcomed the soft caresses on my hot bottom. When Ron had decided I had had enough, he turned me over, parted my thighs and brought me to orgasm with his tongue. Then he knelt over my head so that I could take him in my mouth and gladly return the favour.

My emotions were running high. It was all so different, so overwhelming, and yet so right. I put my arms around my husband and told him how wonderful it all had been, and then blurted "You're my master."

I realized that what I wanted, needed, and craved was submission. What I didn't know was how totally liberating it would be. I think there had always been a power struggle between us. Each of us sought to be dominant. The result was that Ron often criticized me, showed me 'better' ways to do things, and ignored my opinions. That has all changed.

Now that I have stepped back and allowed my husband to take charge, he frequently asks my opinion, defers to my wishes, and treats me with respect. We smile at each other and make eye contact much more often, and our hello and goodbye hugs and kisses are more lingering. When Ron tells me to do something in a stern voice, I say "Yes, Sir." Then I see the twinkle in his eye and a hint of a smile, and feel a tingle down below.

We resolved the dog issue, and still have a regular Sunday date. I adore the buildup of anticipation throughout the week, mingled with a little fear. I have bought a few new spanking toys. Ron enjoys deciding which one he'll use, but he never tells me beforehand. I always give him feedback afterward, and it’s usually positive.

I have never been happier. Isn't it amazing what a good spanking can do?

Amazing indeed! Thank you Hermione for sharing your experiences and insights.

Keywords: spanking, guest post, wooden spoon spanking, spanking story, spanking and sex, erotic spanking

Divide and Conquer (Part Two)

Readers who wish to follow the story from the beginning are encouraged to start here.

I love being an empty-nester. I miss our daughter sometimes, but not so much that I wish she were back with us full time. Happily, she is grown and has her own life now. Randy and I are free to seek our own adventures. …and what adventures! Those were the thoughts that passed through my mind as I floated down the misty passage that divides dreams from consciousness.

I became aware that I was alone in a strange bed. Randy had left, but his spot beside me retained some of his warmth. It was still dark, though I felt as though I had slept for days. I fumbled to find the clock radio and to my surprise, it read 9:43. AM or PM? Could we have missed a whole day? That seemed impossible.

I rose from the bed and threw open the heavy drapes. What I saw outside was not night at all, but rather a dark morning with a heavy rain storm in progress. I shook off the drowsiness and worked to get my bearings. Randy was in the shower. We had a performance to attend at one o’clock. This was vacation.

When Randy emerged from the bathroom, he shot me a sly smile. The gleam in his eye told me that he had plans for me. He told me that he was glad I was awake. Still naked as the day he was born, I could see that his gladness was genuine. He encouraged me to lie across his lap. Sleepy but willing, I did so. My lover delivered four nice crisp swats on the fullest part of my bottom before abruptly halting.

“This won’t do.” His voice was serious.

“What? Why?” I stammered in hopes of somehow remedying whatever stood between me and this lovely little hand spanking.

“Too loud. Get up and lie flat on the bed.”

His wish was my command. I arranged myself prostrate in the center of the bed. Randy then moved me closer to the edge and separated my legs so that my feet were apart. He produced from his bag the same crop he had employed so effectively the previous evening.

He began this spanking with light flicking snaps all over my bottom. This hurt, to be sure, but these transient stings merely stimulated my spanko appetite. After a while, my man turned up the intensity. Particularly memorable were several blows to my seldom spanked inner slopes. Eventually, he had me jumping with each strike of the leather tip. By the time he completed his fleshy artwork in crimson, my entire bottom was alight with a toasty glow.

We made love at the edge of the bed. I knelt facing the center of the bed and he took me from behind while standing. I adore this position. I always feel very submissive and completely filled by his love.

I enjoyed a quick but refreshing shower. Afterward, I couldn’t resist admiring my fresh marks in the mirror. Randy did a nice job. My entire bottom was covered in red blotches, and it felt just like it looked. As I turned a bit father, I noticed one wayward crop head impact about two or three inches down my right thigh. That, I recalled, must have happened when I jumped.

Next, I prepared myself for the day. We had tickets to two performances. I thought my long flower print skirt and a sleeveless pink top would be perfect for a steamy summer day. Once again, my husband, lover, and self-styled fashion consultant intervened.

“How about those white shorts?” he inquired hopefully.

“No way!” I had no desire to show off my marks in a public place.

“Really? What not?” His tone was more curious than insistent.

“I don’t want my marks to show.” I tried to sound firm.

“You don’t know anybody within a hundred miles. Besides, if someone asks, you can tell them you sat in brambles.” I could tell he was proud of this witty comeback.

“Brambles? Are you insane? Why would anyone sit in brambles?” I was a lot more amused than I was showing at this point.

“Maybe you lost your balance?” I was fighting back a giggle.

“OK. Since when do brambles leave a mark like this?” With that, I whirled around and pointed to the mark in question.

He smacked the spot hard with his hand.

“Hey! No fair.”

“Now it looks like brambles. Put on your white shorts.”

I decided that I had been defeated by inferior logic. I put on the shorts over my obligatory thong. I hadn’t even finished buttoning them before Randy told me how beautiful he thought I looked. He was again all over me, squeezing my very sore posterior, massaging my breasts, and kissing my neck. I would consider selling those shorts as an aphrodisiac, except that they appear to work on only one man.

As I was applying makeup, I twisted around to check how apparent the mark was. It was plenty visible well below the bottom hem of my shorts. Anyone who had ever spanked or been spanked with a crop would probably recognize the pattern. I figured the dark thong would be very visible as well, but the thicker denim was opaque. Unlike the previous evening, only the thin outline was discernable.

Having missed breakfast entirely, we wandered out into the rain in search of lunch. We found a small restaurant down a side street about a block from the theater. They offered a varied menu organized around the concept of Pan-Mediterranean cuisine. This, I learned, meant an ambitious combination of Spanish, French, Italian, Greek, Middle Eastern, and North African specialties. Feeling bold after his morning conquest, Randy opted for falafel (complete with the chef’s secret sauce). I ordered the house salad with olives and feta. Both were tastefully presented and sustaining (They weren’t all that great, but I’m telling a story here, OK?).

What I will recall about this particular establishment, however, was not the food, but the seating. They had chairs where the seat was a dome-like metal grid. This design could not have been comfortable for the majority of patrons who had not been recently spanked. As for me, I could hardy keep still. My bottom was quite tender and that chair didn’t help at all. Randy observed my discomfort and appeared more amused than concerned.

We arrived at the theater in reasonably dry condition about a half hour before the curtain. This gave us time to look around the many exhibits before finding our seats. This play was a drama. The story was rather sad, but the message was a positive one. Again, the performers were wonderful. It was a young cast and they managed to totally immerse me in the story.

After the show, we hung out in a very cool bookstore until it was time for dinner. This experience reminded me of how much I miss independent booksellers. Their slow, agonizing demise at the hands of chains and the internet is a real loss for anyone who loves books.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I thought there was one younger fellow who was spying on me in the bookstore. By this time, my telltale welt had faded, but it wasn’t entirely gone. When I mentioned this to Randy, he laughed and told me that *he* was definitely staring at my butt through the stacks.

Our dinner was the landmark meal of the trip. We drove out to a local winery that also serves gourmet dinners. We had what I can describe only as a four course feast. It made me glad I had a salad for lunch. The appetizer was sautéed wild mushrooms with herbs. The salad was mixed organic greens with peppercorn dressing. For the main course, I ordered baked tilapia. Randy enjoyed a broiled lobster tail. It was all excellent. I thought I had no room for dessert until they brought the dark chocolate mousse with an assortment of fresh berries. Randy didn’t have to remind me that it was full of healthy anti-oxidants. Just wow!

Our evening show was a rollicking musical comedy, complete with plenty of singing and dancing. The costumes were splendid and the cast seemed to be genuinely having fun. This infectious happiness spread into the audience to make this a fine night out and an appropriate conclusion to our theater trip.

It was a long, hot, tiring day and by the end of it, I was ready to fall into bed. Even so, Randy still had the energy to kiss and lick what was left of my welts. This felt good, especially when it devolved into oral sex. Looking back, I have to admit that, despite my complaints, I too find Randy’s unusual brand of spanko exhibitionism a turn-on. It was a pleasurable day and one to be remembered.

The following day’s drive home was uneventful and largely anticlimactic. We were still tired, but it was hard not to smile at our good fortune. We agreed to plan these escapes more often.

Keywords: spanking, vacation spanking, riding crop, spanking story, spanking and sex, Bonnie, erotic spanking

Divide and Conquer (Part One)

Every summer, Randy and I visit a popular theater festival in another state. We renewed that lovely tradition last week. The three plays we saw were all excellent and the casts, sets, costumes, and staging were superb. We shared several exquisite meals as well as some all too rare quiet time together. It was such a great outing that we are already looking forward to next year’s trip.

Regular readers probably won’t be surprised to learn that the week included some spanking as well. There were several spankings in fact. Before we left on Tuesday morning, Randy caught me coming out of the shower. Knowing the man as I do, I figured that a pre-trip bun warming was a distinct possibility. Nevertheless, he managed to surprise me by choosing a moment when my mind was racing in several directions other than spanking.

I walked out of the bathroom, still slightly damp and with my hair wrapped in a towel. I looked up to see him seated on the bed, facing me, clutching a wooden hairbrush in his strong right hand. He clearly intended to take me over his lap and spank me. I started to turn around and head back from whence I came, but his voice stopped me.

“Wait just a minute…” His pitch rose as he enunciated the word “just.”

I froze in mid-step. I knew my fate was sealed.

“I believe you and I have some business to transact.”

He sure knows how to make it sound romantic, doesn’t he? Nevertheless, I turned to face my destiny. Without additional hesitation, I lowered myself into that familiar position. I was face down across his lap with my unclothed bottom optimally angled to accept the coming onslaught.

Our session was brief, but shockingly intense. The curved handled brush delivers a powerful, burning wallop and with repeated application turns the recipient’s posterior a fiery red hue. By the time he let me up, I was clutching my scalded flesh in a futile effort to stem the pain. I felt thoroughly spanked.

As I was working to regain my composure, Randy grabbed a department store bag from the top of his dresser. He tossed it to me. I opened the slick, shiny plastic bag and removed from it four black cotton thongs. The store tags were still attached.

My first thought was how wonderful it is to have a sweet husband who buys me sexy underwear even after all these years. My second thought was that he probably expects me to wear these thongs on the trip and then use that as an excuse to spank at every opportunity.

I was, of course, correct on both counts. Randy announced that he wanted me to wear these new thongs on the trip. I asked if I could please wash them first and he agreed that there should be enough time before we left. However, he asked that I wear one pair when we departed.

As it turned out, this was not my dear husband’s only fashion mandate. He wanted me to wear a pair of light tan canvas slacks. I think he thought he was being sly, but I immediately recognized his game. He wanted me to show off my well tended bottom for him and the rest of the world, framed by a very visible dark thong.

As with so many of his plans, I felt simultaneously horrified and thrilled. On one hand, I really didn’t need to be paraded around like a prime cut of meat. I’m a grandmother! Yet, on the other hand, something deep within my submissive core desired to be that meat. I wanted my curvy body to inspire impure thoughts in complete strangers.

Perhaps I could have begged off, but I made no attempt. In fact, I even packed a favorite pair of white shorts.

By the time my newest lingerie came out of the dryer, I was otherwise packed and ready to go. I slid one pair over and into my recently toasted bottom. The feeling of the warm fabric gently separating my cheeks caused me to shiver with anticipation. I was now due the full treatment and I wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.

A quick check in the mirror revealed that the tan slacks were every bit as translucent as Randy had envisioned. The T-shaped top of my black cotton thong was clearly visible in back. I pondered for a brief instant the possibility of modeling this new look for my man, but I decided that would probably delay our departure even further. After all, we did have tickets for a performance that evening.

My bottom was still quite tender when we set out for our four hour drive. But the weather was pleasant and the highway was inviting. Under the right circumstances, I love a road trip. I like to watch the cars and trucks, mountains and pastures, signs and sights. You can learn a lot about people and the way they live by driving along a two lane road. By the time we arrived at our destination, I felt surprisingly energized.

We chose an established hotel chain for our accommodations on this trip. The previous time we attended this event, we stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast. The old house was downright charming, as were our hosts, but the thin walls and lack of privacy definitely inhibited some of our noisier vacation activities. To our delight, our new room was located at the end of a long hall on the top floor. Other than the housekeeping staff, we saw barely saw another soul the entire time.

Once inside the room, Randy insisted upon carrying out one of his favorite traditions. He likes to inaugurate a new dwelling by reddening my seat. In the name of good fun and all that inevitably follows, I eagerly played along.

I started to remove my slacks in preparation for the inevitable, but he told me that he would rather I left them on this time. He said he “liked the look.” My man positioned me on hands and knees in the middle of the carpeted floor. From his bag, he produced our black leather riding crop. It’s an effective toy in terms of spanking, but by no means excessive. I rather like its savage kiss.

“Crack” went the leather tip as it impacted against my lightly covered bottom. I flinched, but maintained my position. Again, he snapped the whip against my opposite side. This too hurt, but in a delicious sort of way. I tipped my hips to invite more of the same. He did not disappoint.

The blows now fell slowly and at irregular intervals such that I could not anticipate when or where the next one would fall. He turned on the television to provide us with a little aural cover. Randy then straddled my waist facing my burning derriere. He applied the crop again with skillful aim and just the right level of severity. Now craving the wicked burn, I felt as though I wanted all he would give me.

The next thing I recall, I was on the bed, on my back, without clothing, and accepting a very different sort of gift. My fingers dug into my lover’s back as we were overtaken by the hazy otherworldliness of a breathless coupling. The preceding act had been welcome and necessary. This phase, though, dripped with erotic indulgence. It was deep, sensual luxury. Somehow dirty, yet wholesome, and fulfilling, but promising more. Mmmmm.

I would have been quite content to drift off to sleep beside my life partner, but Randy reminded me that we had tickets for a performance in just ninety minutes and we hadn’t eaten since lunch. Faced with this practical conundrum, I chose to abandon for the moment my dreams of slumber.

Randy and I shared a quick but tasty meal at a storefront café. I had a grilled chicken avocado salad with a honey vinaigrette dressing. Randy chose a deli sandwich with kettle chips. I enjoyed again being in the company of theater people. There were as many characters in the restaurant as we saw on stage. We smiled as a very demonstrative gay patron informed everyone within earshot how pedestrian he thought the bouillabaisse had been. As far as I could tell, that item wasn’t even on the menu. Later, an older woman instructed her waitress with great precision about the temperature at which her soup should be served. Unfortunately, we had to leave before learning whether it was to her liking.

As we walked to the theater, Randy seemed to dawdle. I thought we were in a bit of hurry, but you couldn’t discern that fact from his leisurely pace. Finally, I said to him, “C’mon, shouldn’t we get going?” He laughed and replied, “Yeah, but I love looking at your beautiful ass in those pants.”

I suppose it’s nice to be appreciated.

The play was a classic British comedy. It was appropriately serious about being silly and silly about being serious. There were many laughs and we thoroughly enjoyed the production.

We stopped for dessert in the same café after the show. I have a weakness for chocolate and for cheesecake. The two combined in the proper proportions can be pure heaven. This rendition was happiness on a small plate. I ate it slowly in hopes of savoring every morsel. I would tell you what Randy ordered, except that I have no idea. The cheesecake was that good!

The conclusion of Divide and Conquer can be found here.

Keywords: spanking, vacation spanking, hairbrush spanking, riding crop, spanking story, spanking and sex, Bonnie, erotic spanking

Shower Power

Have you ever tried spanking while in the shower? If not, you might enjoy it.

Randy and I shared a shower spanking the other evening and it was definitely good, clean fun. On his way home from work, he called me and told me to strip and lie on the bed. This instruction made me think I was in for one of his spanko-bondage frolics. When he arrived a few minutes later, I was in the designated position and state of nudity.

I was a little surprised, but certainly not dismayed, when he removed his clothing as well. Once he was as naked as I was, he knelt down, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “Shower time.” I leapt from the bed with enthusiasm. This was a game we both enjoy and we hadn’t played this way in ages.

It was a bit tight with two people sharing a shower designed for one. But closeness was definitely part of the attraction. We embraced and kissed passionately as the warm water flowed around and between us, caressing our glistening skin. His hands became reacquainted with my rounded landscape. My hands stroked his handsome face as I stared once again into those captivating eyes. We recognized one another as partners, as traveling companions through life, and as lovers. As he squeezed me tightly, I rededicated myself to him with head, heart, body, spirit, and soul.

We next took turns washing and rinsing one another. This was fun. We laughed as the suds went all over. It turned out that some areas required considerably more lathering than others.

Once we were thoroughly clean, he began to spank me with his stiff right palm. His pace was leisurely at first, but gained momentum as he progressed. His left arm still encircled my waist. He pulled me in close, even as he struck my wet bottom again and again. It hurt, to be sure, but it was such a sweet sting that I could only pant my approval.

Again he kissed me as our tongues danced and darted. Then, as if one body, we pivoted together and turned so that the water jet was running directly down my back. Randy paused the spanking long enough to adjust the temperature of the shower. It was now much warmer than before. Likewise, the spanking intensified after he retrieved a wooden bath brush from the adjacent countertop. The sound produced by the impact of this hardwood implement against my wet skin was nearly as shocking as the swat itself. The loud CRACK reverberated around our bathroom as if it were an echo chamber.

Randy now spanked in earnest employing short, quick strokes. I clung tightly to him as he continued to light up my bottom. By the time he decided I had accepted enough, I was dancing from the sheer intensity of the burn he had administered.

When we emerged from the shower, our bathroom was positively fogbound. This poor visibility didn’t prevent me from wiping down the mirror in hopes of gaining a peek at the condition of my punished posterior. I could discern that it was quite red, a bright crimson hue in fact. The combination of powerful strokes and hot water had brought a vivid color to my skin.

Before I could consider what Randy intended to do next, he led me out into the bedroom and onto our bed. He positioned me on all fours atop the comforter. “Stay right there,” he declared. I was mentally preparing myself for more spanking, but my lover had a different idea. As I stared at the far wall, I saw a bright flash originating behind me. He took my picture!

“I want to remember you just like this,” Randy said with a smirk.

I started to raise an objection, but he countered by rolling me onto my back and delivering the kind of oral pleasure that could redress any grievance. Using a technique he knows so well, he kneaded my throbbing cheeks as he lapped at my love nub. My climax came suddenly and with great force. He left me woozy and nearly breathless.

A short while later, it was his turn. We moved under the covers where we enjoyed a deliciously slow coital coupling. As I felt my man above me and within me, I knew that all was as it should be. I was content, satisfied, and recharged. I couldn’t help but smile.

So, have you tried a shower spanking?

Keywords: spanking, shower spanking, bath brush spanking, spanking story, spanking and sex, Bonnie, erotic spanking

The Bikini Incident

It’s taken me a week to finish it, but here is the new account I’ve been promising.

There are women who look fantastic in a bikini. There are even a few my age who still outshine the younger gals.

But that’s not me. I gave up the two piece look after our daughter was born and for good reason. I simply wasn’t comfortable with my appearance. I have stretch marks. They’ve faded with the passage of time, but they’ll always be with me. In one way, I carry them like a badge of achievement. We brought a life into the world and she turned out very, very well. I’m proud of our daughter and grateful for the opportunity to have played a major role in her life.

And yet, I wish somehow I could be the smooth skinned, sexy wife that Randy married so long ago.

For the record, Randy has never complained. He loves my body. He always has. Anytime I’m naked, or even partially so, in his presence, his hands are immediately upon me. I love his touch as much as he loves to touch me. Many nights, before we fall asleep, he spoons me and lightly runs his fingertips along the curve of my hip and down onto my thighs. Even if there is no lovemaking, it makes me feel wanted and appreciated in a physical way.

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After our very successful June Cleaver night, Randy decided to expand the concept. He loved how I took a simple proposal and carried it out to its logical conclusion. He never expected that I would put so much effort into making my costume authentic. About a week after June’s big night, Randy proposed a slightly different arrangement. He wanted to tap into my spanko creativity. For a change, I would pick the setting, mood, implements, and general tone. The guidelines were (a) it should be something he would find original and attractive, (b) it should be a surprise, (c) my spending for it couldn’t exceed $100, and (d) the events had to include him giving me a spanking (and presumably the traditional coupling afterward).

I was immediately intrigued and perplexed. What, I wondered, hadn’t we already done? We figured out once that he has spanked me well over a thousand times. Each occasion was special in its own way, but most tend to follow a relatively few basic themes. My challenge was to conceive and execute a truly unique plan.

It had to be something he would never expect. As you’ve already no doubt guessed, I bought a bikini. I dreaded the whole department store ordeal, but once I started thinking in terms of lingerie and convinced myself that no one other than Randy would ever see the suit, I rather enjoyed trying on different styles. I even got a bit silly all by myself in the dressing room. I craned my neck around to catch a glimpse of my barely covered bottom line as I danced in front of the mirror. “Not so terrible,” I thought.

After I concluded my secret one person fashion show, I selected an off-white bikini bottom that was narrow at the hip and left plenty exposed around back. The matching top was the classic triangle halter style. Both pieces had cute string ties. The fit was nice and snug, but not tight. Yes, I believed this would generate just the reaction I sought.

I was pleased when the young clerk didn’t even bat an eye as she rang up my purchase. If she thought it was an unusual choice for a “mature” customer, she gave no hint. We engaged in a little meaningless small talk and soon enough, I was on my way home.

In the car, I thought, “I own a bikini.” Why, I wondered, did that sentence sound so weird? I practically lived at the pool during the summers of my high school years. I always wore a two piece bathing suit back then. All of us did. Yet, all these years later, it felt as though I was going back to a place where I had vowed not to tread. Ultimately, I determined that it was for a good cause. I knew Randy would enjoy it and we would have a lot of fun.

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The magic day came on Friday. I arrived home even earlier than usual to ensure that all of my preparations would be in place when my lover returned. I undressed completely and then slipped into my new bikini. I made bows with each of the ties and pulled my long, white terrycloth robe over the top.

Upstairs in the bedroom, I selected a small, round leather paddle as our spanking implement of choice. When vigorous applied, it generates a lovely sting and leaves behind a delicious warm glow. This, I thought would do nicely. I placed the paddle near the edge of the bed such that it would be close at hand when needed. I also set out a vibrating sex toy and some general purpose lubricant. These I arranged on Randy’s bedside table.

I inserted a CD with surf music into our player. What better accompaniment could there be for this occasion?

When I wandered back downstairs, the clock told me I still had 45 minutes to kill. I made some sandwiches for later. Then I checked my e-mail. I had plenty to do, but I was occupied with nervousness and hoping that everything would be perfect. Finally, I ended up playing a silly online Mah Jongg game.

I jumped from my chair when I heard the garage door open. Randy was home and it was time to put my plan into operation. I greeted him in the kitchen as usual.

“What’s with the bathrobe?” He inquired with a smile. He knew this was our special night and that I had planned a surprise. He was about to find out.

I nonchalantly rolled my eyes and said, “I dunno. It’s just comfortable.”

“C’mere…” was all he said before embracing me with a bear-like hug. As he pulled me toward him, his hands explored the outside of the robe. “What have we here?” he asked in a knowing tone.

“Why don’t you unwrap your present and find out?”

He took a deep breath as he parted the robed. His lips were formed in the shape one would use to make the sound, “Ooooo,” yet he uttered not a word. He slid the robe off of my shoulders, removed it from my arms and placed it over the back of a kitchen chair. He took a half a step back as if to drink in the sight before him.

“Wow, that’s hot. Will you model it for me?”

I thought he’d never ask. I did my best runway strut and wiggle into the living room and then turned to return. Randy’s praise was gushing and genuine. It made me feel terrific. At least I can still be sexy for him!

We kissed passionately for several minutes as roaming hands reacquainted themselves with familiar locales. It soon became clear to me that without immediate intervention stage two might never happen.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said breathlessly. Randy answered with his feet and up we went. When he spotted the small leather spanking paddle on the bed, my lover picked it up and exclaimed, “Oh yeah. This will be just right.” Without further encouragement, I activated the CD player and then took my position over his lap at the edge of the bed.

Our dreams were fulfilled one solid whack at time. It was a simply splendid spanking. In Randy’s skillful hand, the little paddle ignited a burning, lustful arousal deep within me. He too found great carnal inspiration in swatting and rubbing both the cute little bikini bottom and the curvy flesh that escaped out the sides. Eventually, though, he tired of the suit’s interference and pulled the crotch up my crack thong-style. So efficient was this move, I don’t think he even missed a whack!

Now working against my bare skin, the paddle made a healthy “thwack” sound with each stinging impact. I loved it! Had Randy decided to spank all evening, I don’t believe I would have objected.

When he determined that my skin was the proper hue, he tossed the paddle aside and pulled down my bikini bottom. My man then guided me into a hands and knees position at the edge of the bed. His dancing fingers confirmed my undeniable state of readiness. I shrieked as much with thrill as with surprise when he plunged deep inside me in a single stroke. I cooed and panted as his deep pumping action released both pain and pleasure. Every forward stroke brought his torso in forceful contact with my freshly spanked cheeks. However, this acute discomfort only served to push me closer to my inevitable release. When it arrived, I shook to the point where I could barely support myself. Soon after, Randy too gained satisfaction.

We recovered our wind and our senses lying on the bed in each others’ arms. The first words were his.

“Wow. You’re way hot, bikini girl.”

I rubbed my toasty bottom, smiled, and nodded in agreement. And so I was…

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National Erotic Spanking Month

Press Release

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For more information, contact:
Rosie B. Hinde
Center for Erotic Spanking
(617) 555-9000

National Erotic Spanking Month begins June 1

CHICAGO, IL -- "Let's set the night ablaze." That was the message delivered today by a host of celebrity speakers at the kickoff luncheon for the 2007 National Erotic Spanking Month. The event, sponsored by the National Coalition for Spanking Romance and the Center for Erotic Spanking, highlighted the many benefits realized by couples in spanking relationships.

"There's simply nothing that stokes my fires like a good bottom warming," said spanking enthusiast Leah West, "and when we're finished, the lovemaking that follows is marvelous." Her husband, Louis, agreed, "Spanking is an intimate exchange we share together. It brings us closer as a couple."

A recent poll suggests that recreational spanking has never been more popular. According to the study, nearly one half of adult women in the US have spanking fantasies and approximately twenty percent have tried erotic spanking. The percentages for men were slightly lower.

According to the National Coalition for Spanking Romance, the West's story is representative of millions of couples who have discovered the joys of erotic spanking. "We find that this type of positive experience is very common," said Dr. Horace Wacker, professor of Human Sexuality at UCLA. "Once people try a little kink, it quickly becomes a part of their regular repertoire."

Spanking-oriented events are scheduled at various locations throughout the month of June. For the complete schedule, consult the Center for Erotic Spanking web site.

Slippery When Wet

Friday evening is our traditional time for adult fun and games. Randy had mentioned the previous day that he had “something in mind.” When he says that, it usually means generous portions of spanking and lovemaking. I pondered the possibilities as I drove home from work. Knowing my husband as I do, almost anything was possible. It does little good to speculate, but the spanko mind simply has to wonder about the fate of the spanko bottom.

We work slightly different hours so I arrive at home about two hours before Randy. This gives me an opportunity to tidy up the house, do some chores, catch up with the blog, and make myself presentable. On this evening, however, he was already home when I arrived.

Randy greeted me with a luscious kiss, much as I often do with him. We embraced for more than a minute as hands and fingers explored and caressed. We both knew at that moment that our passion could be neither contained nor deferred. Randy took my hand and led me to our bedroom.

I think I must have gasped when I spied his intricate preparations. My lover had spread a plasticized tablecloth over the center of our bed. Arrayed around it was a collection of assorted love toys.

“Well?” He inquired, knowing that I understood the question.

“I guess I had better lose these clothes,” I replied sheepishly. He nodded his affirmation.

I was wearing an expensive business suit that I didn’t want to damage, so I removed the jacket, blouse, and skirt and folded each carefully before setting them on a chair. I fiddled several seconds with my necklace before releasing the clasp and putting it safely away.

Randy was now tapping his foot impatiently. I knew he was mostly kidding, but I still felt compelled to step up my pace. I slid out of my pantyhose, pulled off my slip, yanked down my panties, and unfastened my bra. With one quick toss in the general direction of the hamper, I was now ready for action.

My lover gently guided me down onto the bed. I hadn’t noticed previously that there was a pillow beneath the center of the plastic tablecloth. I arranged myself so that my pelvis was directly over it and my bottom was jutting upward. I was now as prepared as possible given the circumstances.

Upon first contact, the flowered tablecloth seemed cool and slick. Within a few short minutes, though, it felt warm and sticky on my bare skin. I soon learned its purpose.

Randy began by generously applying scented massage oil to my back, shoulders, and neck. The strong, rich smell of vanilla filled the air. The rotating motion of his palms relaxed my muscles even as his dancing fingertips ignited my carnal imagination. I exhaled deeply, expelling the troubles and stresses of a long week.

After a while, he moved down to my hips, thighs, and bottom, liberally applying oil as he proceeded. I absolutely love to have my bottom rubbed and kneaded and caressed. To my delight, Randy gave me all of this and more. This part of the massage lasted probably ten minutes. The entire time, I expected him to switch over to spanking, but he didn’t.

I shivered with glee as his slick fingers probed my willing orifices. He parted my cheeks to gain complete access to my feminine treasures. I opened my legs to aid in his quest. Soon the oil mixed with my own lubrication to yield a slippery sweet confection. All the while, I panted my desire.

I next became aware of a dull object pressing at my most private opening. It was a smooth rubber plug. Once I relaxed, it slid in without too much effort. I felt filled in a most decadent way. There are times when I would prefer to skip the anal play. But on this evening, the plug served to draw out and accentuate out my basic submissiveness.

Now, finally, I figured Randy was ready to spank. He even went into the bathroom and washed off his hands. But it was not to be, at least not yet. He applied more scented oil to my hindquarters, patting and squeezing as he rubbed it into my skin. Again, I adored all of the wonderful sensations of being massaged in this most erogenous zone. But where, I wondered, was the spanking? Had my dear mate turned as vanilla as the oil he employed? Surely it couldn’t be so.

And, of course, it wasn’t so. At a certain point, my man decided that the time had come to move ahead. He popped out the butt plug, set it aside, and began to swat my bottom using both of his hands. As if playing a slick, fleshy bongo drum, he spanked with a fast cadence and a hard stroke. Each time one of his hands impacted against my slippery slopes, it produced a resounding “Crack!”

After a minute or two, he stopped long enough to admire the crimson glow and radiant heat he had generated. Then, he was back to spanking with the same two-handed alternating style as before. The blows stung, but not unbearably so. In fact, I rather fancied this slightly jarring departure from the state of relaxation he previously induced.

After a while, my Prince Charming slowed his pace and mixed in more of that splendid stroking. By now, all of the stimulation had me in a state of profound horniness. He could have done virtually anything to me and I would have accepted it graciously.

I knew the spanking was over when I heard the sound of Randy removing his pants. Once he too was naked, he approached me from behind and climbed on my back. I raised my hips and tipped my pelvis to bid him welcome. When he joined with me, I moaned with pleasure. I didn’t care who might hear. His strong hands latched onto the meaty portion of my hips and pulled me backward even he thrust forward. The result was several electrifying climaxes for me. He too found his explosive release deep within me.

After the action had concluded, we shared a leisurely shower, complete with more touching, more spanking, and a lovely round of "swallow the sword." There was one particularly memorable moment when we tightly embraced and professed our love as water cascaded down over our faces. Clean seldom feels quite this satisfying.

Later in the evening, we dressed and went out for dinner. It was a pleasant meal, but I think we were both a bit preoccupied by all that had preceded it. I was so relaxed that I was ready to go to bed almost as soon as we returned home. It’s great to be able to leave the week’s stresses behind.

Lesson: I will never again giggle when someone enters the search term "vanilla spanking."

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