Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Feb26

Our topic this week was historical spanking role play. Here are your thoughts.

Celeste Jones: I am currently working on an idea for a couple of short stories which would be continuations of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, which takes place in the Regency period in England (about 200 years ago). I love the original story, but can't help wondering what happens after the sisters are married. :) So, I will be curious to see what others have to say about this topic. Although I've not done historical role play myself, I might be tempted by a Gone With the Wind Scenario. Fiddle Dee Dee.

“Scarlett, you need to be spanked, and often, by someone who knows how.”

Joeyred: I have read many stories about caning in the English school system from the turn of the century. My fantasy involves a caning scene that is related to a missed school assignment. I have written the American equivalent of the scene involving a graduate student who misses an assignment in class because of a flu virus and is given the choice of a caning or an "F."

Kitty: I would love to watch a historical movie involving spanking.

Joeyred's idea sounded good. I'd love to see the modern day graduate student choose a caning over an F. For myself, having never made an F in my life, it would be a no-brainer.

Sarah Thorne: Yes. We are living history re-enactors,with a focus on the American Civil War. We have often dressed up on our period-correct attire and played, sometimes snapping pictures. I plan to share some of them in the near future.

I could imagine a spanko re-enactment of the burning of Atlanta being quite uncomfortable for the recipient.

Joeyred: Kitty - I did not choose the "F" in my story! :)

Lea: I've never tried anything like that. I suppose I'd be open to it, but I don't have any particular scenarios in my mind. I think it'd be WAY too hot (temperature wise) to wear some of those old costumes though, so I may not be too keen on that.

Kitty: Joeyred - That doesn't surprise me. LOL!

Abby: We have done some role play, but never of any historical scenes. I agree with Lea. There would be lots of clothing involved.

Six of the Best: I have always loved the nostalgic era such as the Regency, Victorian, or Edwardian period. It was especially good when naughty women wore old-fashioned bloomers. These garments were a joy to pull down from a woman's voluptuous bottom, so she could be caned or birched on her naked rear end.

Jean Marie: Oh gosh, I love historical role play!

My lover plays a cowboy and I'm a saloon girl that he "convinces" to be monogamous through a strapping with his holster's belt.

I'm a harem girl and pasha whips me for teasing the eunuch. I'm then shown what a virile man does with his erection.

I put my hair up and play Marie Antoinette who is decadent and needs harsh punishment.

I'm an innocent heiress traveling across the ocean who is captured and abused by Blackbeard the pirate.

Of course my favorite is naughty school girl who is caned by her headmaster.

I LOVE historical role play; my school students have no idea that the many costumes I wear to bring History class to life have other uses after hours!

Conina: My favorite is being flogged by the evil pirate after he captures my ship en route to the Spice Islands.

Rod: I've not really tried it, although that whole post-war Britain caning heyday is a turn-on. So is the Victorian era.

Kaelah: Most historical scenarios don't hold such a big appeal for me, since women often were in rather weak positions in ancient societies. I'm not really interested in being a maid, an obedient wife or an innocent fair lady.

But I'm a fan of ancient naval discipline, and I would love to play a young midshipman (as a bottom) or a higher ranked officer (as a top) on an 18th century armed vessel. I guess to enjoy historical scenarios, I would either have to play a male character or a woman disguised as a man. Or the historical facts would have to be changed for the role play, in a way that allows women to do the same things as men. What is the fun of historical role play if one isn't allowed to wear a sabre or a sword? ;-)

Hermione: My historical fantasy, set in the 18th century, would involve Demelza and Ross Poldark from the Winston Graham novels. There was the odd bit of spanking in those books, and I would like to expand on the theme.

Prefectdt: Although I am a bit short on costumes (non at all), I love historical role play. My favourite period is the late Victorian and Edwardian era. The formalized, almost ceremonial, style of CP in that era is very appealing to me and I loved the clothes of the time. The shame it is that I cannot put together some appropriate costumes.

Adriane Greeneyez: Historical role play would probably not be my thing. I have only limited interest in any role play. The closest thing to historical role play I can really see myself participating in would be to either be made to "cut a switch" (the tree branch kind, LOL) or to dress in a 1950's-ish outfit for some nice 1950's household-type role play.

I tend to favor more realism in my spankings, and prefer those that are for "real reasons," even if that reason is "because I feel like it" or "to remind you who's in charge." That just seems to be my preferred style of play at the moment. Who knows? Maybe later I will decide to give it a whirl. It would be interesting because in addition to costumes, there's also the use of historical implements! ^_^ Old school hairbrushes look so awesome!

Governing Ana: I like fantasies! I'm afraid mine would be the cliched version of school play (think Jane Eyre or The Secret Garden). It would be fun to be the young teacher taken in hand.

As a graduate student myself, the idea (even if only fantasy) of getting a caning for missing an assignment in class is enough to give me nightmares! :)

A'marie: I've never really thought of it, but I do find guilty pleasure in Judith McNaught's historical romance books. Despite having a wildly active imagination, I don't know that I would be very good at role playing.

If I put any thought into it, the time frame would definitely be European Renaissance. This would, of course, require an awesome costume. Right? ;) I guess I have a hard time with the scenario, though. I do enough things in real life that are spank-worthy that it's a bit ironic to think about role-playing a completely fictional reason for a spanking.

I seem to recall something about you and swashbuckling buccaneers...

Daisy: Wow, a lot of you have great fantasies!

I am afraid thaat history always bored the pants off me (pardon the pun!). As a result, I know nothing about it really, other than we won the war, ha ha! I tend to be more forward thinking than historical thinking. My fantasies simply involve Davey and I occupying the same part of the planet.

Bonnie: I'm open to almost anything, but we have a few scenarios to which we return again and again. We tend to go with the twentieth century themes because the costumes are easier and we have a good grasp of the roles. The naughty fifties housewife is fun. I think the principal paddles naughty cheerleader scene is now historical too. Each of these has enough variations to keep things interesting.

I'd love to try a nineteen century English caning with lots of formality and ritual, but that would require considerable research.

Thanks, everyone, for sharing your experiences and ideas concerning historical spanking role play!

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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June's Big Adventure

It seems like forever ago that I described Randy's plan to recreate an evening in the Cleaver household. Basically, he wanted me to play the role of June Cleaver, the fictional 1950s housewife from the sitcom, Leave It to Beaver. Once he recognized that I was intrigued by the assignment, he left most of the details to me. We had set a date, but a series of unforeseen distractions caused us to postpone it twice. I finally got to be June last Saturday evening. This is the tale of what happened.

When I was first given this assignment, I spent some time researching my character and her costume. I loved the idea of being elegant but submissive, and practical yet ditzy. I could easily imagine how an OTK spanking might fit well into that scenario.

The clothes ended up being the most challenging element. I rejoiced at finding a 1950s-style green and white plaid shirt dress. It was a cotton blend, rather than the wool numbers that June often wore, but it was close enough. I already had a white nylon full slip and a pair of stockings. I had planned to wear my garter belt with the stockings, but the readers convinced me that a girdle was a necessity.

So shopping I went. I found a full-figured bra that was apparently designed to evoke memories of the Golden Gate Bridge. Better still, I actually located an open-bottomed girdle, complete with garters. Both bra and girdle were utilitarian white.

I enhanced the look with a pair of avocado green pumps. This seemed like precisely the sort of impractical footwear that June might wear around the house.

When the magical day arrived, I prepared my look as carefully as if I were about to appear on stage. I wanted everything to be perfect, or as close as I could achieve. I showered in mid-afternoon in order to ensure that everything would be ready when Randy returned from work around 5:30. When I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel on my head, I shivered with anticipation. There on the bed lay all of the clothing I had assembled for this special evening.

The bra was bulky and didn't fit quite right, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I matched it with a pair of full cut white nylon briefs. The girdle, basically an elastic tube, was a challenge to get into. Despite buying a larger size than I thought I needed, it still put up a good fight. I attached my stockings to the garters dangling from each side. Over the top went my lacy full slip.

The dress was quite comfortable and fit great over my newly molded curves. I took a moment to admire the look in the mirror. I didn't linger long though, because much work remained. I turned next to my hair and makeup. My hair is naturally straight and shoulder length. After much debate and a failed experiment with styling gel (I had visions of Marlo Thomas), I gave up and pulled it up into a bun. I applied my makeup a little heavier than normal and finished with some cardinal red lipstick I purchased for the occasion.

I stepped into my new pumps, put on the obligatory string of pearls (with earrings to match!), and headed downstairs. To finish the June character, I found a favorite apron in the kitchen and tied it around my waist. I couldn't help wandering into the lavatory to check myself in the mirror. It felt very strange to sit, move, and walk in that girdle. I don't how my mother and her friends tolerated it all the time. Perhaps one gets used to it, but I surely didn't.

Just then, the telephone rang. I could see on the caller ID that it was Randy.

"Hello, Cleaver residence!" I answered in a cheery tone.

He just laughed. He promised to bring home some Chinese food for dinner. The first thought to enter my head was how advantageous it was to have a dinner that would be easy to reheat later.

Randy didn't arrive until about a half hour later. I spent this time nervously fidgeting and working at nothing. I knew it would be a fun evening, but I was impatient for it to begin.

"Hi Honey, I'm home," he crooned as he climbed the stairs from the garage. I met him in the kitchen with a big smile and arms outstretched. I would normally have kissed him, but it seemed better to allow my man to observe the results of my preparations.

"Wow. Just wow. You're totally June Cleaver."

With that, he embraced me and proceeded to inspect my body with his hands. With each new discovery, he would whisper a naughty nothing into my ear. He told me that he wanted to take June behind closed doors and violate her in all the ways she loves. I tittered with eagerness.

Before long, he was lightly swatting my bottom with his open hand as the opposite arm held me in his embrace. I might as well have been wearing a suit of armor. Even his firmer swats were ineffectual.

"I'll have to paddle you later. Right now, though, I'd like a favor from June."

This phrase needed no translation. His meaning was quite clear. I motioned for him to sit in a chair next to the kitchen table. I then knelt in front of him, lowered his zipper, and liberated his joystick. I paused only long enough to retrieve a small cushion for my knees before focusing my carnal attentions in earnest. I squeezed his shaft between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I slid the former back and forth. Randy moaned in appreciation. I served him well.

I put the Chinese food in the refrigerator and we moved the dance to our bedroom.

"June, what's this I hear about you not tending to the Beaver's grooming?"

I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"Do you think it's funny? Don't you care about trimming the Beaver's hair?"

By now, I was rolling on the bed in hysterics. I wanted to role play, but this was just so silly!

"When was the last time you scrubbed the Beaver? Cleanliness is very important you know." By this time, Randy was laughing almost as hard as I was.

"We certainly wouldn't want the Beaver to get an infection."

After a couple minutes, the hilarity died down enough for Randy to continue with his program. "I can see that I'm going to have to spank you for your willful neglect of the Beaver."

Randy sat on the edge of the bed and dragged me over his lap. He raised my dress and slip and tried spanking with his hand over the girdle. Again, this approach proved inadequate. He asked me to lift my torso for a moment. When I complied, he unhitched my stockings and shoved my girdle upward. Now, with only my flimsy nylon panties for protection, his swats again delivered the delicious sting to which I am accustomed.

It wasn't an especially long spanking. Nor was it particularly hard. But this spanking was quite memorable because we laughed our way through it. We covered every possible variation involving mistreatment of a Beaver and discussed each in detail. I can honestly say this spanking made me cry, but it had nothing to do with the pain.

He accused me of teaching the Beaver to hum, letting the Beaver slide, working the Beaver too hard, and so forth. We both laughed until our stomachs ached.

When we settled down a little, Randy had me lie on my back on the bed. He spread my legs and gave the Beaver an impressive tongue lashing (I'm sorry, we just can't help it!). Even through my panties, his technique yielded the desired results.

Before long, the girdle, panties, and stockings were all discarded. Standing on the floor, my lover grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the side of the bed. He entered me swiftly and begin an exquisite pumping action where his strong arms pulled me toward him just as his hips thrust forward. The combination of depth and velocity drove me over the edge and into a sea of coital bliss.

Our June Cleaver night didn't quite go according to script, but it was a success nonetheless. Yesterday, Randy shared another fun scenario hatched within his fertile mind. Rather than telegraph it again and make everyone wait, I believe I'll save it instead as a special surprise. So, stay tuned to this station!

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