Romantic Spanking Month

In case you haven't heard, Romantic Spanking Month begins later this week. To celebrate this momentous occasion, we here at MBS have developed a special calendar as a public service. It contains a different romantic spanking suggestion for each day of February.


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May your month be filled with spanko love!

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for May 27

Happy Memorial Day to all those who celebrate it, and general happiness to everyone else. Our brunch this week dealt with spanking and romance. Here are your thoughtful responses.

Tiggr d'Amore: Oh, YES, spanking can be ever so romantic... The very act of giving and receiving a spanking incites passion, ignites that rush of endorphins, adrenaline... All the love hormones. Nothing is better for sparking the flames of romance.

How? Well, touch is paramount... Slow, soft, sensual touch, not just whacking away. Lots of rubbing and touching and kissing and caressing all over, followed by slow undressing and an even slower warm up. Lots of touching across the lap or lying on your partner. And liberal application of the hand, at least to start...

Emerald Eyes: I agree completely with Tiggr. Spankings can most definitely be romantic, provided there is lots of caressing along with it (in my opinion)...

It's that deep understanding of what you both want, and need. It’s where words aren't needed, just intense feelings (both physical and non physical)...

I know sometimes when I am feeling a little neglected, or unappreciated. CM just has to take me over his lap, begin the gentle touches along with the semi-painful spanks, and I'm 'his'...

Todd and Suzy: Spanking can be playful or erotic, serious or fun. It is certainly an intimate act too. One aspect is removing/pulling down their bottoms, and the other is touching the bared bottom in an act designed to fulfill needs and desires. And, if the people spanking are in love, and have a romance in place, spanking can indeed be very romantic.

To add to the romantic feel of a spanking, for us, we focus upon its erotic nature. A more vanilla person would imagine a candlelit room, floral scents, music, loving words, naked bodies, massage oil, touching and kisses. That's a romantic scene. We feel the same way. It’s just, as spankos, you know, we throw a leather paddle and some OTK time into the mix. ;)

Paul: Are we so different from those we call vanilla?

Picture the scene, I have finished up downstairs, locked up, checked the windows, settled the dogs. Mel went up about thirty minutes prior. I enter our bedroom, the bedside lights are dimmed. There are candles on the dresser and on mantle our favourite incense is burning. Mel is in the bathroom combing her hair. I remove my slacks, and then throw my shirt and shorts in the hamper.

I walk into the bathroom, and the sight of my girl naked, as always, turns me on. From behind I smile at her in the mirror, kiss her neck and stroke her butt. She giggles, as always, and blushes, as if we haven't done this a thousand times.

I hop into the shower for a quick wash as my beloved is waiting.

Mel is sitting on the side of the bed waiting for me. She looks so serious. I open my arms, and she flies across the room and into my arms. We kiss and caress as I deposit her on the bed. I climb onto the head end and Mel crawls into my arms. She whispers in my ear, “I've been a naughty girl.” So I inquire, “What did you do this time?” She always had to earn her good girl spankings. After much cuddling, stroking and more intimate touching, she is over my lap. This happened very often in our life together, yet the first spank always seemed to come as a surprise. After ten to fifteen minutes of spanking intermixed with stroking and the sort of touching that position encourages, Mel came. This led to me giving her several orgasms. Do I need to go on?

For me spanking is the most erotic form of foreplay possible.

Erin: I consider spankings to be very romantic, especially when there is a great deal of rubbing. We have also used candles to set the mood. Although, the most romantic spankings for me are the ones that I don't know are coming.

Paige Tyler: Spanking is all about romance for us! In addition to the sexy lingerie I like to sometimes wear, there's also the prelude to the spankings my hubby gives me. This includes kissing, caressing, and sensual massage. Then, of course, there's all the touching and caressing that he does during the actual spanking. All of that combines to make a very romantic, not to mention very fun, afternoon or evening!

Scout: I definitely find spanking romantic. One reason is that I know it was hard for my husband to sign on, but he did and continues to do so because he loves me, which deepens the love I feel for him.

And the spanking itself is exciting. There's no other type of foreplay where we talk, giggle, tease, "act," and engage each other as much as we do in spanking. It always leads to high energy, passionate lovemaking - the fulfillment of romance!

Spanking also makes us more generally aware of the little charge between us. I notice his confidence and "dominance" traits all the time, and it's kind of fun to think to myself, "He spanked me!" when I'm watching him do something as ordinary as taking out the trash. It makes life seem romantic.

Jean Marie: Spankings can be oh so romantic. I find the ULTIMATE seduction to be told that I'm going to be spanked, to have my clothing removed piece by piece, to be put in my place face down over the knee, and then to have my dreams become reality, my wish fulfilled, my bottom warmed and reddened, my will conquered, my ego sublimated, my fear faced, and my limits pushed a little...

Spankings are the best foreplay. I love to have my desires aroused, my needs magnified, my wrongs righted, and my errors punished. I can then respond with thighs parted and arms open.

Sex is the hottest after a spanking, when the flames of ardor are fanned to the point of combustion.

Mary: I love the romance of a spanking. Spanking is incredibly intimate. Even when it is for punishment, there is such an intimacy with submission, and an intimacy with knowing someone wishes you to be your best self. The trust between partners is romantic. The fire that builds is incredibly romantic. The tender wince when sitting down to dinner on a toasted bottom is this sweet secret between partners that bonds like no other. To me spankings are as romantic as can be.

PK: I agree with much of what Scout said. Since spanking did not come natural to Nick I think it is very romantic every time he spanks me. I know he is doing this for me, because he loves me. What could be more romantic?

Carye: I think spanking is very romantic. It gives us such a closeness that I feel. I know PS spanks out of his love for me. He is more a vanilla with sprinkles, than a spanko. So every time I get spanked by him, I cherish it because I know that to do this, he is showing his ultimate love for me and my needs. It is absolutely the most romantic thing!

Pagan: My hubby is a vanilla, so he spanks me because he knows I want/need him to.

I'm not sure I'd exactly call it romantic (particularly when he has me solidly pinned and is going to town on my butt), but it's definitely an act of love. :)

Bonnie: Spanking, for us, is romantic. What’s more, our concept of romance inevitably includes a good spanking. After spanking and lovemaking, I always feel more tightly bonded with Randy than at any other time. The intense, intimate experiences open me up to deeper emotional acceptance. He is my man and all I could want.

In terms of setting the scene, most of the common vanilla approaches (candles, scents, music, tasty treats, lingerie, etc.) work equally well for us spankos. We might throw into the mix a conspicuous implement or provocative pose, but as Paul notes, the process is not too different.

Thanks go, as always, to our wise and generous participants. I hope to see you all right back here for another spanko brunch next week!

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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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