Catching Up

Wow. I take a day away from the blog and it feels as though I've been gone for months. I know I owe several of you e-mail responses and I will get caught up soon.

I envy bloggers who can effortlessly write a post that wanders all over the pasture, but still seems cohesive and coherent. I tend not to do that, but today will have to be an exception because I have a lot to say.

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Randy and I had a lovely V-Day celebration. There were roses. There was chocolate. There was fine dining. There were spankings too. My oh my, there were spankings.

Randy decided it would be "fun" to spank me up before we left for the restaurant. The warm-up, as he called it, involved the repeated application of a small wooden paddle. If this was the warm-up, I thought while lying perpendicular across his lap, the main event was sure to be something fierce.

I was plenty tender as I enjoyed a delicious seafood paella. It seemed as though Randy smiled every time I squirmed in my seat. Still, the gleam in his eye spoke volumes about his love and devotion.

True to his word, Randy stripped me down as soon as we returned home and positioned me on the bed in preparation for another round. As I crouched on the bedspread, I could still feel the after-effects of his previous efforts. Never one to be deterred by such concerns, my lover started right in. The crop made a swishing sound immediately before each stinging impact upon my upturned flesh. It hurt, but not as much as the paddle had.

After a few minutes and a few dozen sharp blows, Randy determined the time had come for other corporeal amusements. He took full advantage of my exposed position and undeniable state of arousal. Our lovemaking was fast and exciting. With a hand firmly gripping each of my hips, my dear husband made the hurt all better. Our mutual desire poured out in the form of pants, groans, and screams of exhilaration.

This was a fine Valentine’s celebration. Have I mentioned that I love spankings?

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In other news, I’ve received several excellent submissions for the third season of our Implement Stories series. If you’d like to tell MBS readers about your favorite (or perhaps least favorite) spanking implements, it’s definitely not too late.

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During our last Ask Bonnie segment, a reader asked if anyone had plans for building a spanking bench. I didn’t, but I knew you folks would. Here are two suggestions care of the EhBC Canadian BDSM group:

Bondage Bench
Spanking Horse

Thanks to Hermione for finding these!

I hope you’re enjoying a great weekend with all the spanking fun you desire!

A Slice of (Spanko) Life

I’m sorry that I was mostly absent this week. I returned from a week’s vacation to learn that I was a week behind on everything. I’ve been playing catch-up ever since. Anyhow, I hope to get some time this weekend to devote to the blog and to my correspondence. If you’ve sent me an e-mail and I haven’t responded yet, I ask for your understanding. I’m getting there.

In the meantime, here’s a quick little spanking vignette. This conversation happened last night. I recreated the dialog from memory, so it may not have happened precisely like this. But I believe I accurately captured the spirit of the moment.

(We were sitting at the dining room table enjoying a very tasty Chinese dinner for which I slaved over a hot steering wheel)

R: What would you do if I got up from this chair, pulled your pants down, and spanked your ass?

B: What would I do? I guess I’d have to wonder what I did to deserve such stern treatment.

R: What if it didn’t matter?

B: It always matters, at least to me. My fantasies are driven less by the sheer pain of a spanking than by the emotions that it evokes. Without a reason, it’s just a sore bottom.

R: So, do you want it to be like punishment?

B: No, not exactly. I like the fantasy that I’m being spanked because I’ve misbehaved. It’s better if I somehow deserve it.

R: Yeah, I know that part. I also know that you don’t really deserve it, but that’s not a problem for me. I really like to turn your butt bright red and then f___ you hard.

B: I especially love it when you talk to me, like when you tell me how I’ve richly earned each swat.

R: Pull your jeans down, young lady. Panties too. And bend over that counter. We’re going to deal with this right now.

(I readily comply)

R: It’s high time we had some discipline around here. And in this house, you know that means a bare-bottomed spanking, don’t you?

B: Yes… Sir.

R: What happens when you misbehave?

B: I get spankings.

R: That’s correct. Now grab onto the far lip of the counter island and wait for me.

(Randy disappeared momentarily and then returned with a cushion. He placed it between me and the edge of the counter. Even when he blisters my bottom, he’s still thoughtful.)

R: Since you’ve been especially bad, I’m going to have to use my belt.

I next heard the delicious sound of a leather belt quickly snaking its way through belt loops as he removed it. Employing the doubled belt, Randy beat my exposed posterior as made me count off twenty five hard strokes. Each strike yielded a loud crack that made an impression in my psyche as deep as the corresponding blow did on my rapidly reddening target.

At some points, I could hardly croak out the next number. He warned me twice that he would repeat any stroke that I failed to number. Even so, my spanking was over fairly quickly. When I rose from the counter, now damp with my perspiration, my hands clung to my punished rear. From the top of my crack to the tops of my thighs, my skin was marked and burning. But my heart was light and my lust was raging.

We retired to the bedroom (after hastily dealing with the remains of dinner). Once there, Randy abandoned any pretense of foreplay and got right to work. After that vigorous spanking, my body was quite receptive. I pulled him close as he lay atop me. It felt soooo good. I would, at that moment, have gladly signed away my every right and possession just to let these sensations continue a while longer.

For us, there is no better lovemaking that the sessions that immediately follow a good hard spanking. At those times, our passion is supercharged and our desire is irresistible. Even this morning, I am reminded of how much fun we had. Every time I sit, the memories come rushing back with a deep intake of breath and a barely audible coo. I’m happy today. Happier, in fact, than I’ve been in weeks. I love weekends!

The Poetry of Paddles in Motion

Sometimes, I feel like yelling from the rooftop. I’d like to scream, “My husband just spanked my bare bottom and made love to me, and it was fantastic! Yippee!”

However, all that carrying on would surely start the neighbors talking. Worse yet, I’m simply too old to be falling off the roof. Therefore, I’ll choose to do my crowing right here.

A Beat Poem
(or a Rhyming Spanko’s Stream of Consciousness…)

Swinging for the fences Come and swat me now Raise the spanko census Say it with a pow! Put me in position Pull my panties down Be my own musician Make the sweetest sound Take me in your strong arms Over lap I’ll turn Show all your male charms Let me feel the burn Now ignite a big flame Right upon my skin Make me call out your name Trying not to grin Spank me 'til I'm toasted Bruises are all right For you this is posted Be my love tonight! When the spanking is done Snuggle close to me Now begins the real fun Let us roll with glee

Keywords: spanking, wooden paddle, spanked, spanking poetry, Bonnie, spanking poem

MBS Rosy Bottom Replay

When I began this blog a little more than a year ago, I had very few readers. In hopes of remedying this problem, I published a number of my very favorite spanking tales. Unfortunately, almost no one saw them.

Presented as an encore for your reading pleasure, here are four of these golden oldies:

The Works - When Randy gets innovative, the results are explosive.

Back Forty Love - A sequel of sorts to the infamous Boat Story.

Afternoon Delight - Spanking and romance combine to make a leisurely afternoon something exciting.

The Payoff - There were no losers in this spanking wager!

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do!

Keywords: spanking, spanked, spanking stories, Bonnie, bottom smarts

Pain in Full with Interest

It seems that my story archive was not quite as bare as I thought. I found this little nugget way in the back. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Sunday was spanking day for me. Here's how it happened. I was at the computer writing an e-mail message. Suddenly, my husband Randy appeared behind me. He was holding our dogleg hairbrush (truly the Stradivarius of spanking implements). As my fingers blabbered away about this and that as I am inclined to do, I sensed he was becoming impatient with me. My first clue was a not so subtle tapping of the brush on the back of my chair. Finally, he told me that I needed to get off the computer because I was about to be spanked (don't those words make butterflies take flight?). I offered my correspondent a brief farewell, logged off, and tried to prepare myself for what was to come.

After I logged off, Randy got right to work. He lowered my jeans and panties and then positioned me face down across the seat of the computer chair. He asked me if I was ready. Not knowing precisely what he had in mind, I said that I guessed so. Then he delivered about ten quick swats with the brush. They were pretty hard. As soon as he finished, he rubbed my stinging bottom for a few minutes.

As he was rubbing, we had an interesting conversation. It went something like this:

R: So who were you e-mailing? B: My friend Debbie. R: Is she the one you convinced she needed a hard spanking? B: Not really. She said she wanted one. I just offered her my thoughts on the subject. R: Nevertheless, what you said in part resulted in your friend getting spanked. B: I suppose so, but... R: So you admit your complicity! It seems you're pretty brave when it concerns someone else's bottom. Now it's your turn!

All of a sudden the rubbing stopped. Randy began to spank me slowly but methodically with that brush. The swats were very hard and went on seemingly without end. The intense sting grew as the spanking proceeded. Randy punctuated the spanking with questions like "Is this what your friend got because of you?" (I had no intention of telling him at this stage that Debbie's husband used a paddle). Ouch! He really laid the wood to me this time! I suppose I could used my safeword to escape, but my mind was elsewhere.

When he finished, I realized that I was completely turned-on. He wanted to complete the festivities right there by the computer, but I convinced him to move to our bedroom. Once there, we made love with vigor and zest. It was great.

The bottom line is that I was as sore as I've been in quite a while. A day and a half later, I can definitely still feel the aftereffects. But, you know, I can't complain. I have to believe that most wives would be delighted to have a husband who spends as much time and effort on them as Randy does with me. For that and far more, I am truly grateful.

Keywords: spanking, hairbrush spanking, spanking story, Bonnie, spanked

A Happy Birthday

I've been promising to share last week's birthday spanking and I finally got around to finishing the account. Here's what happened, as a stream of consciousness narrative.

Whack!	Ow! That first swat is harder than I expected.
Whack!	My lover’s stiff palm again makes contact with my taut flesh.
Whack!	This isn’t quite the birthday spanking I had imagined.
Whack!	The readers voted for a hand spanking.
Whack!	I figured I would be draped across Randy’s lap.
Whack!	I pictured something a bit more intimate. In fact, I envisioned something downright sensual.
Whack!	But here I am, standing, bent over in the middle of the bedroom.
Whack!	Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!
Whack!	Yes, I know spankings are supposed to hurt, but yeow!
Whack!	His hand feels just like a paddle as he spanks me.
Whack!	He must be applying his full force into each swat.
Whack!	I don’t think he expected to be using his hand when he proposed that reader poll.
Whack!	He usually chooses either a big wooden paddle or a nasty brush for birthday celebrations.
Whack!	He’s really targeting my sit-spots.
Whack!	The spanks are getting harder, if that’s possible.
Whack!	Ooooo. He’s really laying into me now.
Whack!	But, you know, I rather like that burning, tingling sensation.
Whack!	It’s been way too long since he really spanked me good and hard.
Whack!	Wow!
Whack!	He told me that he originally wanted to try this spanking outside.
Whack!	Rain, unfortunately, had changed his plans.
Whack!	He has placed his hand on the small of my back, both to steady me and to ensure I can’t back away from the coming blow.
Whack!	He always has to try to surprise me, and he usually does.
Whack!	This year, neither the implement nor the locale were a surprise.
Whack!	But the position and the way he has conducted the spanking surely was.
Whack!	He definitely knows how to make it burn.
Whack!	His pace is steady and deliberate.
Whack!	He’s a sexy man and I’m glad he’s mine.
Whack!	I think I’m about ready to be done with this part and get on with the lovemaking.
Whack!	I wonder how many more years we’ll be able to continue this ritual.
Whack!	I don’t ever want to quit. There’s something deliciously formal about it.
Whack!	The rules are always the same – one swat per year.
Whack!	No matter whose birthday it is, he gives and I receive.
Whack!	I’ll bet his hand hurts too.
Whack!	He always claims, as he reaches for a paddle, that my bottom is a lot harder than his hand.
Whack!	But there’s no paddle tonight, or at least, not so far.
Whack!	Birthday spankings sure take a lot longer than they used to!
Whack!	I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow.
Whack!	I’ll probably want to stand all day.
Whack!	This really hurts!
Whack!	We have to be nearly finished.
Whack!	How come I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing and he’s fully dressed?
Whack!	All of a sudden, I feel cold. OK, parts of me feel cold.
Whack!	Eeeeek!
Whack!	Spankings make me feel very submissive.
Whack!	It’s hard to hold the position this long.
Whack!	I have to imagine that my poor rear is bright red by now.
Whack!	One thing about Randy’s hand is that my skin doesn’t go numb the way it can sometimes with a heavy paddle.
Whack!	Are we done yet?

…And then there was one to grow on. Randy retrieved from our closet the dreaded Mother of All Paddles. I figured that accursed plank would have to make an appearance. Though banned as inhumane for everyday spanking activities, Randy still drags it out once each year. That day, it seems, is at hand.

Rather than just getting on with it, Randy felt the need to tease. He rubbed the sanded hardwood against my already toasted cheeks. He tapped a few times before resuming his rubbing.

“All right already!” I moaned. I didn’t really want a gigantic swat, but I was sick of waiting.

BOOM! The sound reverberated off of the walls and the force of the impact nearly pushed me over. I raised myself to a standing position, all the while vigorously rubbing my bare, punished bottom with both hands. That swat hurt even more than I remembered. OK, I was now thoroughly and completely spanked. If last colossal whack was one to grow on, I should soon be an Amazon.

Randy hugged me and again wished me a happy birthday. When we separated, we moved to the bed where he made ensured my birthday happiness. He quickly gained my full attention with his darting tongue. As I was situated on my back, he lapped and flicked my pleasure nub. Already aroused by his slow, ritualistic spanking, I soon found myself writhing with unbounded pleasure.

Just as I began to settle back to Earth, Randy climbed atop me and we joined. I wrapped my arms around his strong torso as he drove home his message of love. It felt wonderful to be one flesh again, grinding in unison toward our common joy. He left me breathless and profoundly satisfied.

This was a fine birthday. I might say it was unconventional, were that not true of most such celebrations at our house. We have a lot of fun with birthdays. They mark another good year for which we can be grateful. A very good year...

Keywords: spanking, birthday spanking, spanking story, Bonnie, spanked

MBS Rosy Bottom Replay

When I began this blog a year ago, I had plenty of spanking stories, but very few readers. As a result, when I published many of my very favorite tales, almost no one saw them. I now have the ability to remedy this deficiency.

Presented as an encore for your reading pleasure, here are four golden oldies:

The Talk - A serious vacation spanking that borders on discipline

A Rub in the Tub - Conclusion of the vacation adventure, purely erotic this time

Halloween Heatwave - A costumed classic!

Our Very First Spanking - The start of something wonderful

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do!

Keywords: spanking, spanked, spanking stories, bottom smarts

The Adventures of Safety Avenger and Tester Girl

On Friday night, I learned that I was married to a superhero. If that sounds remarkable, just imagine how surprised I was! Just when you think you really know someone...

When Randy arrived home from work, his passionate reunion kiss informed me immediately that playtime was just ahead. He swatted me twice on the bottom with his palm before asking me to go upstairs, lose my clothes, and lie on the bed. He took a quick shower, leaving me to contemplate my fate.

My man emerged from the master bathroom clean, rejuvenated, naked, and ready for action. He gently turned me onto my stomach. Next, he bound my wrists behind my back using a sturdy scarf. I cooperated. This was going to be fun! I knew I was in for the full treatment when he dragged out his homemade spreader bar from under our bed. Two old pairs of pantyhose effectively secured my ankles. Suddenly, I was fully exposed and incapable of escaping.

I mentally prepared myself for spanking, teasing, flogging, stimulating, lovemaking, and whatever else Randy had in mind. However, I wasn’t ready for nothing. He left. He was gone. All I could think was, “Now what?”

When my tormentor returned a few minutes later, he was wearing nothing a rust-colored sheet over his shoulders like a superhero cape. I didn’t know what to think or say.

“Hello, beautiful lady,” he said using his best Adam West impression. “I’m Safety Avenger. Wherever there are hazards, I’ll be there to protect innocent and guilty alike.”

I couldn’t help it. I giggled.

Ignoring my complete lack of reverence, Safety Avenger continued, “Were you aware that there are thousands of avoidable household injuries every year as a result of defective or worn paddles?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Yes, it’s true,” he said in an authoritative, but overly serious baritone. “In order to save you from this terrible fate, we must test each of your wooden paddles to ensure they meet our exacting safety standards.”

Now his game was clear, as was my role in it.

“Let’s start with this small model,” Safety Avenger said, picking up a thin spanking paddle. “I believe ten should suffice.”

So ten swats I received. They were fairly hard and made my bottom sting, but I found myself on the verge of cracking up again. The entire scenario was so silly. He still had a colored twin sheet around him. At least, I thought, he didn’t pick the fitted lower sheet. This mental picture put me over the edge and I began to laugh in earnest.

“You must understand, Ma’am, that this procedure is for your own safety.” Yeah, right.

“That paddle seems to be fully intact and functioning properly. Let’s choose one that is more substantial.” I couldn’t see what he had in his hand, but I surely felt it. He whacked my bottom ten more times with something thuddy. I struggled against my bonds, but I wasn’t about to go anywhere. I was really hurting now.

“Nothing unsafe here,” he said tossing the big paddle aside. “Let’s continue.”

He proceeded to go through his entire collection of wooden paddles, one by one, testing each with great care. It was definitely a fun spanking, but a very thorough one as well. By the end, I was burying my face in the pillow and gritting my teeth.

When he was finished with the last group of ten, Safety Avenger proclaimed, “You can feel safe, Ma’am, there’s no danger of injury here.” With this absurd pronouncement, I again began giggling uncontrollably.

“No injury, huh? What do you call this?” I inquired as my bound hands strained to point at my glowing slopes. By now, Randy was laughing along with me. The cape was gone when he bent down to kiss me. “Let me do something about that,” he said in a hushed, soothing tone.

He retrieved a bottle of lotion and spread the cool, smooth cream over the flesh he had just finished paddling. I moaned with pleasure and desire. His strong fingers massaged and manipulated my crimson skin. It hurt in a wonderful, deep, sensual way. As much as I adore being spanked, I often cherish the intense feelings immediately afterward even more.

Randy untied me and we made delicious love. With our spanking hunger nicely sated, our focus shifted toward erotic fulfillment. We explored each others’ bodies as only experienced partners can. By the time we finished, I was exquisitely relaxed and fantastically fatigued.

What a fine way to start a weekend!

Keywords: spanking, paddle spanking, spanking story, Bonnie, spanked