Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Mar 10

Our topic this week was the relationship between spanking and sex. I provided these eight statements to begin our conversation.

Which of the following statements best fits the relationship between spanking and sexuality for you?

1. Spanking and sexuality are quite separate
2. I can't help that my body responds to spanking in a sexual way
3. I am more aroused by the concept of spanking than the reality
4. Spanking is a turn-on, but not while it's actually happening
5. Spanking can be sexual or non-sexual based upon the situation
6. Spanking is excellent foreplay
7. Spanking is painful punishment and that's a turn-on
8. Spanking and sex are completely intertwined

Here are your thoughts.

Our Bottoms Burn: If only one choice, then definitely B. If more than one choice is allowed, then also F and H.

Country Spanker: Can I have E, F & H please?

Darren: F sums it up for our consensual spanking relationship. Spanking without sex? As my my lovely, long suffering (but not too much...) wife and spankee J says succinctly, “What would be the bloody point?”

Simon: H, but I'm not sure about the completely. I enjoy spanking without sex and sex without spanking, but combining the two is fantastic.

Joeyred: I would answer C. I am aroused in my fantasies by spanking, but when I am being spanked, I am totally focused on processing the pain of the smacks.

Hermione: I would have to choose B, as my body always responds to a spanking in a sexual way. F and H are natural corollaries.

~Subbie: I would definitely choose E. If I'm receiving maintenance or --GASP-- a punishment spanking, it's anything but sexual. I do enjoy a good, square smack on my bum during foreplay or when engaged in a serious session though. ;)

Six of the Best: I would pick F and H. Spanking a lady on the bare bottom is a sexually erotic turn on for me.

Abby Williams: We are through and through H. Spanking and sex are completely intertwined. I am also by nature a storyteller, so even when I have not necessarily wanted a spanking, I have described a spanking fantasy to Mr. W during sex. The professor fantasy I wrote about recently was first a story I'd dreamed up on my own, then one I told him as we progressed from foreplay to sex and through to orgasm.

We very rarely end a spanking without sex. Mr. W is sadistic, but not that sadistic. In our home, spankings are not for punishment, they are the hottest form of foreplay imaginable for us both. Whether we're enacting a scenario (the apple thief story), embracing a challenge (last weekend), or just enjoying how our fetishes fit together, we know that what we do is for each other, mentally, emotionally, and physically. We even discussed how this weekend, we need to do both a spanking session for the blog as well as have playtime for just us, because this is who we are.

We met working together at Barnes and Noble, and if you want to know what those customer service reps are doing while they wait for your questions about where to find the latest bestseller (it's always at the front of the store), here it is: We're talking about what our fetishes are, how we discovered them, where we want to take them, and who we want to explore them with. Ten years ago, this month, Mr. W and I discovered that we both like spanking, that he's the top and I'm the bottom, and that we were bound to be married someday, even though it took a few more years and relationships to make it happen. Now, as we approach our sixth wedding anniversary, I can say for certain: we are H. Our core desires are spanking and each other.

S & D: F & H. There's no question.

Mixie: I am one of these girls who gets aroused by spanking, turned-on. Case in point: Before I started DD, I thought my hormones would not let me become physically turned-on. That changed quickly.

However, as we have become more mature in our DD relationship, the discipline spankings do not turn me on. I am heavy with guilt, and the paddle is uh, painful.

I'm not one of those who is afraid of spankings, but the emotions of a discipline spanking keep me from wanting to break the rules. I guess that is what makes me need to be disciplined.

I would choose B, E, F, G, and H, each to some degree and depending upon the situation. :)

lunaKM: E for sure, if only one answer is really allowed. But all of them could have their place in KM and my M/s relationship honestly.

Abby: Mostly E, but quite a few of the others also.

Tricia: I would say both sexual and non-sexual based on the situation. During a punishment I am in NO way thinking about sex. A lot of times afterwards though, when we reconnect, sex is the BEST EVER.

I also enjoy playful spankings during foreplay and will just about come unglued. ;)

Hobbes: F and H. The hotter the spanking, the hotter the sex. And after four decades of practice, we have become very, very good at this. :-))

Make Mine Red: For me, it would be H. They are completely intertwined.

Jenny: I 'd say G and H are closest for me.

G: Punishment is a turn-on for me. I love being told, "You're going to get a spanking for that. Pull down your pants." Spanking without punishment is fun too, but in a different, less intense way. The power exchange and control of a punishment spanking is thrilling.

H: Spanking and sex are completely intertwined. Yes! A fantasy spanking is a turn-on and a real spanking turns me on too. Punishment and erotic spankings are both incredible turn-ons. I have not yet regretted one spanking. I don't know if I am always happy when the spanks are landing, but I always like it just before and after!

I have asked for one tonight and tomorrow night. They will be punishments for mild disrespectful behavior. I have asked him to spank until I show physical signs of trying to move away or kick my legs. I don't usually do either.

Jean Marie: F and H for me; foreplay sometimes, and completely intertwined at all times.

Anastasia Vitsky: There is a difference between sensuous and sexual. Spanking can be incredibly intimate, loving, and sensuous. But that does not always mean, by default, that it must be sexual. In fact, sometimes when the sex element is removed, the tenderness and intimacy is even stronger.

George K: D for sure.

Sir Q's mlb: B: I can't help that my body responds to spanking in a sexual way.

There are times where I am receiving a spanking and am working so hard on processing the impacts and yet, I'm wet. I don't know where that came from or how it got there... but voila!

Therefore, F: Spanking is excellent foreplay, and

Consequently, frequently: H: Spanking and sex are completely intertwined.

However, sometimes: E: Spanking can be sexual or non-sexual based upon the situation. It depends upon how hard, the implements used, and the situation (i.e., if I'm in trouble).

Bea: A: I'm too scared. Submission, on the other hand, I find very sexy. If I could learn to submit without spankings, I'd be the happiest woman alive.

Archedone: It would appear that most of us are on the same page B, F, and H. If she mentions spanking me, I get erect and ask where, what position and which implements. Spanking and sex are like chocolate and peanut butter.

Roz: I'd say B for us because we practice erotic spanking, punishment and role affirmation. Erotic and RA can be sexual, whereas there is never any sexual element to a punishment spanking. I also have to agree with Ana regarding spanking being sensual but not sexual.

Ronnie: B, F and H for me.

Curtis: B, E, F and H. Spanking is always a turn-on, but it can be such even with non-sexual play.

Terpsichore: I find spankings both sensual as well as sexually arousing. I would say for certain B. I think I would enjoy spanking on its own for the sensory and intimate connection and I also like making love without spanking. However, spanking is deeply connected with my sexuality and pleasure.

Loki Darksong: For me, spankings are...

D: Spanking is a turn-on, but not while it's actually happening. This is me when I bottom. I do enjoy very intense spankings, but not while it is going on. I am more focused on getting through what is happening without wimping out and embarrassing myself, especially if it is in front of others.

E: Spanking can be sexual or non-sexual based upon the situation. This is true. A lot of what is wrong with the scene today is that people are believing that a spanking must end up with some form of sex play. There are many times where that would be inappropriate, and in some cases, a legal issue.

F: Spanking is excellent foreplay. Yes it is! I enjoy giving my wife spankings. I enjoy getting spankings from my wife. And we both enjoy what it does to her and what we do afterwards!

G: Spanking is painful punishment and that's a turn-on. There is something very enticing about facing and then enduring a punishment-style spanking session. You know that it will be painful, but therein lies the charm. It is an ordeal that you feel the most satisfaction for having gone through it. And that in itself is a big turn on!

Daddy's Little Lobster: I think B, E and F pretty much describe me.

Bob: The ones that describe me is B, E, F, and H.

Bonnie: Randy and I are absolutely H. We may exhibit some of the others, but none describe our relationship so completely.

Thanks, everybody, for the tremendous turn-out. If there is strength in diversity (and I believe there is), then we are a strong group indeed. All eight statements were endorsed by at least one person. How alike we are, and yet, how different. See you next weekend!

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Jan 31

Thank you, everyone for a great turnout and a wonderful discussion. Our topic this week was whether spanking is inherently sexual. Here are your thoughts.

Sara: Absolutely, positively, and always. We USE spanking in different ways in our relationship. Whether for fun, stress relief, or punishment, underneath, the sexual aspect of spanking is always there.

Kitten: I have to say yes. Spanking is a huge sexual turn-on and spice in my submissive life! In general, I do crave structure and to have a strong man in my life, but the spanking is an extra bonus which brings me much satisfaction and happiness. :)

Hermione: Yes. It always has been, is now, and I trust always will be a sexual turn-on for me.

Ally: Yes!

Jane: It's short and sweet, but not complicated for me. Absolutely!

Mick: What they said. I can't imagine how it couldn't be.

Love4her: Spankings exist in a purely fantasy realm for me (unless you include self-spanking). It fits in with fantasies of submission to a caring yet dominant woman and includes sexual and sensual elements. The pain, both physical and mental (think scolding) blends with pleasure to heighten the senses.

I would read sexual overtones into even a punishment spanking. Done in love, for my own good and given by the woman who loves me, how could it not be sexy to be corrected and cared for in such an intimate and physical way?

Houston Switch: Yep. Thinking about spankings, getting them and giving them is a HUGE turn-on. On the receiving side, I can get quite worked up so to speak. On the giving side, it is more cerebral. During the giving of the spanking, I don't have much time to get turned on, but before and afterward admiring my handiwork, the turn-on is there. I think spankings can really add to the sexual experience, but if one party is not really into it, then it can spoil the moment...

Welcome, HS!

Spanked Husband: Absolutely, unquestionably, and without doubt it is – whether I'm giving or receiving! What else could it possibly be? I wrote a post about this topic last week.

Rob: It's absolutely sexual. Even if it's for punishment, there's a sexual aspect. The level of intimacy in the entire act is overtly sexual.

Teresa: Regardless of what kind of spanking is given (fun, role play), it always ends with sex. We wouldn't have it any other way!

Ann: It definitely is for me, yes. Even in the few times when I was in a more “just spanking” kind of relationship, I still felt very turned-on. I was just not able or allowed to follow through on those feelings.

Prefectdt: Fantasizing about spanking is definitely a sexual experience, but actual playing, for me, is not.

In past interactions that involved spanking and sex, I have to admit that the sex part was for the benefit of my partner. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the sex part, but I enjoy getting the spanking part, and it's associated high, far more and this was the main point of these interactions for me.

It has always confused me how fantasizing about spanking can be so sex-related whereas, in play, the actual spanking is the point of the exercise as far as I am concerned.

Naomi: Definitely! Even if it's not meant to, it still gives me butterflies from head to toe. I think, like everyone else basically said, it would be hard to have such an intimate, special moment with someone without it having a sexual undertone.

Our Bottoms Burn: Yes, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Daisy: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Although I do not crave the pain, as many seem to, what I need, what I WANT, is to KNOW that my man conquers my strength of mind and body and spirit, and makes me one with him by exerting his control over me! I love to be answerable to him. I am a strong and bossy woman. I like to be in control. Yet the feminine side of me wants to be protected and cared for and to have the burden of responsibility lifted from my shoulders. Spanking does this. I have the control taken from me. His strong, dominant, determination wins out and I melt with desire. Now, what was the question again? Oh... Yes yes yes!

Curtis: It's been sexual for me since second grade, even when I didn't know what sex was. I'm not into punishment and discipline, so there are no complicated feelings. As a spanker, I get aroused by the arousal of my partner. As a spankee, I can gets so aroused that climax occurs. Spanking is at the core of my sexuality, but when accompanied by sex during or afterward, it's doubly satisfying.

R Humphries: For us,spanking is undoubtedly a major component of our sexual identity. But it is more than that. We are not a D/d partnership in terms of a day-to-day master and submissive relationship (although I claim to be the boss). Our play is more often than not theatrical and spontaneously scripted. We can spank without having conventional sex, have conventional sex without spanking, or a combination of both. Nonetheless, there is no question that spanking, which includes, for us at least, conversation, humor and writing, is all inherently sexually-motivated and erotically satisfying.

Elysia: I can't think about spanking and not be sexually aroused. When I am spanked, I want to have some sexual contact afterward. Even if there were not sex, I would be more satisfied sexually than if I'd not been spanked at all. Also, I have a hard time having sex if there is no spanking, or spanking "talk." I am curious whether I can experience the BIG O during a long, drawn out spanking! I hear that it's possible. Yes, spanking, for me, is inherently sexual!

Jam: Spanking has always been sexual foreplay for me. When I was younger, I would wonder what a male's hands would feel like on me, not for sex, but spanking my bottom. Then it would lead into sex. I've been able to cum from reading about spanking, watching various movies with spanking in them, and of course, from being spanked. Spanking for me has always had sexual undertones and I would not change it for the world.

Maggie: I'm going to diverge from the majority here . I wouldn't call it inherently sexual for me. As I grew older, I learned that there could be a sexual element and embraced it. However, at my core, spanking is a comfort thing. I love it for its feeling of safety and attention. It brings me back to simpler, more carefree times after days of dealing with adult situations. So, yes, spanking can definitely be sexual for me, and often is – but not inherently.

Jim: For me, spanking is not inherently sexual. It is inherently erotic. By that, I mean there was a fascination with spanking, way back before I had any clear idea about sex. One might well ask whether dancing inherently sexual. Dancing can lead to sex, but it can also be enjoyed simply for itself. Massage is a similar case.

Ronnie: Absolutely yes, and it always has been. It's a real turn-on for me.

Spank-A-Lot: Unless one is not entirely truthful, I don't see how one would answer "No" to that question. Of course, there could be the possibility that one is unaware of it. That being said, yes. For me, it is true even when sometimes it shouldn't be.

S: Yes, of course it is. Spanking is either sexual or punishment. The latter must be so punishing that the spankee never wants to offend again, so no thrills from that! But on the numerous occasions when D makes me bare and bend my bottom, I am excited before even the first whack lands. I look forward to the 'afters,' when he has raised my bottom to a stinging throbbing heat.

There does not have to be a reason. It's just his whim sometimes, perhaps a forfeit or bet in some game or some supposed misdeed. Nor does the sex have to be immediate. Many times, I have been spanked somewhere where sex is not possible. When I return home, my bottom is glowing beneath my skirt awaiting its reward. Nowadays, sex hardly ever occurs without a spanking first to get things going.

Jim: I have spanked many women and not had sex with them. Neither have I had sex with all the women with whom I enjoy dancing. Let's not confuse the sensuous, and the erotic, with the sexual. They can all work together, like beef, potatoes, and carrots do. Having to eat corrots might be a punishment for some people, but I like 'em!

Jean Marie: Like many previous posters, I have to say that spanking is practically synonymous with my sexuality. It is the core of my sexual self.

I'm surprised that no one has mentioned the difficulty inherent with this fact with partnerships. When I came out in college by giving a boyfriend a present of a thick leather belt and wordlessly baring my bottom and bending over his lap, I got my first adult spanking. But I did not magically convert him into the spanko I was. I've had a bubble-butt since puberty, and was used to attention from boys because of it, but I didn't want the big thing worshipped. I wanted it thrashed! That guy in college and several subsequent boyfriends didn't understand this. I felt that they indulged my little quirk, my idiosyncracy of wanting to be spanked. There was a fundamental disconnect. I'll never forget the first boyfriend I had who connected with me through a spanking-related personal ad. I was used to patty-cake sessions of spanks with guys who loved my ass and didn't want to see it bruised. By their standards, I needed it HARD. On our first date, all signals were go. We were attracted to one another and had lots in common, especially the taste for spanking. So I asked him to spank my bare butt hard. His "hard" was ten times more than what I was used to. I remember that spanking hurting more than anything I've ever experienced before or since. But I loved every second of it!

I now only partner with men who are as deeply into spanking as I am, and that is to the marrow of the bone.

Radha: YES! Since we've put spanking on hold through my pregnancy, our sexual intimacy has lessened. I can't wait to return and I just know that it will begin again with a spanking!

Cookie: I would say that it is not always sexual for me. When I ventured into this lifestyle, I didn't even think of spanking as sexual at all, ever. Now, however, there are times when spanking turns me on. But, as others said, this is largely because of the intimacy it brings with the one I love. When I am at parties, my mindset is different. It is not really sexual for me as much as it is fun and playful. When we use spanking for discipline or stress relief, I really don't have any sexual feelings. As I said earlier, it all depends upon my mindset at the time. Spanking can be very sexual or it can be non-sexual for me.

Sunflower: It is decidedly always sexual for me. I remember be so fascinated by passages in books depicting spankings as young as four or five. I didn't know it then, but spanking is now a central element to my sexuality. So yes, it is inherently sexual to me.

Anon: What Sunflower said. Spanking is definitely a key part of my sexuality. In fact, not having a regular sexual partner, I'm quite content with regular spankings from a close friend and don't especially crave sex. That could change, of course, but I doubt the spanking urge will ever go away.

Bonnie: My answer is an absolute, unqualified yes. We can enjoy spanking without lovemaking or lovemaking without spanking, but why would we? The two together create a complete and fulfilling experience.

What a great response! Thanks, everyone.

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.”

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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

Spark and Hum

The familiar front door handle felt cold in my hand. As I slowly grasped and turned it, the door unlatched and I was able to easily push it open. As I crossed the threshold, I knew a domestic adventure lay immediately before me. Randy was home early. Very early in fact. He almost never arrives before I do on a weeknight. I recognized that he must have some special planned.

“Hi Honey!” I exclaimed in no particular direction. I closed and secured the door. I heard no response.

I walked into the kitchen, but all was as I had left it. I checked the living room with similar results. There were no lights on in the basement. So I headed upstairs.

Our bedroom door was closed. That was surely a sign. I took the knob in my hand. It resisted my attempts to twist it. It was locked from the inside!

I gently knocked. There was no audible response, though I could hear stirring. OK, this was getting weird.

“Sir, may I enter?” At this point, I hoped we were playing the same game.

I heard the door being unlocked and then swiftly pulled open.

As I peered into our dimly lit bedroom, I saw first my strong husband dressed in a white terrycloth bathrobe tied at the waist. He looked very sexy. The sight of the black riding crop in my lover’s hand triggered an involuntary intake of breath.

Flickering candles made shadows dance upon the walls creating an air of mystery and illusion.

In the middle of the floor, I spied a long, thin bench that had come from our patio. As I examined it, I heard Randy firmly close the door behind me.

Without uttering a word, he pointed the business end of the crop to direct my attention to a small pile of clothes on the end of the bed. I removed my work clothes, folded them, and set them aside. My assigned uniform consisted of a pink lacy thong and a matching cami. I slipped them on.

My man must have appreciated that look because his hands were soon exploring my every curve and crevice. While I was changing, he had placed a blanket over the wooden bench and a bath towel in the center on top of the blanket. After several minutes of delicious kissing and fondling, Randy whispered in my ear.

“Straddle the bench and sit on the towel.” I complied. I had expected to be told to either bend over the bench or lie upon it. Randy’s plan wasn’t anything quite so conventional.

“Lean forward” was my next whispered command. When I did so, I felt something slide beneath me from back to front. It was a very odd sensation. Only later did I learn that he shoved an inactive bullet-shaped vibrator inside the towel. The vibrator sat partially in a crevice between the slats in the bench such that it didn’t quite feel as though I was sitting on something.

Until he turned it on, that is! Wow. I practically stood up when the buzzing startled me. It felt great, but I just didn’t expect it at that moment. Before I could recover from that first shock, the tip of the riding crop made abrupt contact with the skin of my left cheek. Ow!

“Sit down and lean forward.”

Again I took my place atop the undulating towel. Again my bottom felt the fierce kiss of the whip.

These twin sensations were so amazing that I barely had a chance to reflect upon how available and vulnerable my bottom was in this position. Randy took full advantage by striking all over my quickly reddening globes. It hurt to be sure, but it was a hurt I craved.

I found myself gently rocking my hips to maximize the effect of the vibrations. The cumulative effects of snap, sting, rub, and buzz quickly overtook me and I began to pant with passion. Sensing my approaching climax, Randy applied the crop swiftly and sharply. My entire being quaked with orgasmic release. I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of pleasure and pain and pleasure swept me away.

The next thing I recall was being moved to the bed. My legs felt like rubber. My thong came off and the lovemaking was fast and rough. I know it was enjoyable, but details are pretty fuzzy.

- - - - -
Later, we were snuggling in bed and talking as we often do. The dialog went something like this.

Randy: “Did you like that set up?”

Bonnie: “Couldn’t you tell? The way you positioned the vibrator drove me absolutely wild. I think we should try that again.”

Randy: “I was hoping the bench would offer something new and different.”

Bonnie: “I can tell you that position stretched my bottom taut and left it really exposed. The crop stung like crazy.”

Randy: (Laughs) “Yeah, I’ll bet it did.”

Bonnie: “OK, I have a question for you. Why the uniform? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just get me naked?”

Randy: “Easier, perhaps. But I love the way your curvy body looks dressed up like that. It just begs to be spanked and screwed.”

Bonnie: “Well, I sure feel spanked and screwed.”

Randy: (Smiling) “Good.”

I think 2008 is going to be a good year.

Keywords: spanking, riding crop, spanking story, spanking and sex

The Submission Test

Randy and I have an erotic game we play periodically and it’s called the submission test. As the name suggests, Randy employs a variety of methods to plumb the depths of my hunger for sexual submission. We hadn’t played this game for quite a while, at least a year by my reckoning. But last weekend, we revived it.

The fun began when Randy ordered me to go upstairs, strip naked, and lie face down on the bed. Knowing him as I do, that’s a signal that spankings, sex, and shenanigans were just ahead. Intrigued, I readily complied with his instructions.

About five minutes later, he walked through the bedroom doorway rubbing his hands together. I turned my head in time to see the eager smile on his face. He sat beside me and began rubbing my exposed and slightly chilly bottom.

“Tonight, my love, we are going to explore your submission. Everything we do will be with your complete, explicit, and unqualified consent. If you don’t want to proceed, you need only say so. At that point, we will stop.”

I knew the drill. I could end the session at any time, but would I? Or would I prefer to show off my submissiveness? The good thing was that I knew Randy wouldn’t propose anything that would injure me or place me in real danger.

“The time has come,” he informed me. “Shall I put on your cuffs?” He intended to restrain me. This was no real surprise. Light bondage can be enjoyable for me and it really heightens my feelings of submission.

“Yes, please do,” I responded in almost a whisper.

Randy slid the soft leather cuffs onto all four of my limbs. Next, he fastened elastic cords to anchor my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of the bed. He left me a little freedom of movement, but I clearly wasn’t going anywhere until he released me. He finished by sliding a large pillow beneath my hips.

“Now, my sweet, we begin with the paddle. Do I have your permission to paddle your bottom until it glows bright red?”

Phrased like that, Randy knew his question cast me in the role of co-conspirator in my own chastisement.

“Yes,” I replied.

Paddle me he did. He unleashed a flurry of about twenty hard, fast swats without benefit of a warm-up. This barrage left me panting and squirming. It really hurt! I had little doubt that the redness he sought had been achieved.

“Do you feel that?” His finger was now touching my rear orifice. I told him that I did.

“Well, that’s my finger and it’s covered in lubricant. I want to use it to grease your ass. Does that meet with your approval?”

I’m generally a reluctant participant in anal play. Let’s just say it’s not as much fun for me as a good spanking. However, this was the submission test and I wasn’t about to bail out over a slippery finger. I told him to proceed.

As promised, the finger penetrated and lubricated my most private opening.

“Now, let’s move on to the belt.” As Randy spoke these words, I heard the sound of his own leather belt sliding rapidly though the loops of his pants. “May I whip your naked skin with my belt?”

Most times, my answer would be unequivocal. But that small paddle had already done some fine work on my sit spots. Nevertheless, I nodded my assent.

“Do you mean that you grant me permission to mark you?” He wanted to hear the actual words.

“Yes, yes.”

The belt cracks burned as they were applied, but the sensation didn’t seem unpleasant.

“Now, I would like to shove a vibrator up your ass. Will you let me do that?”

I answered, “Yeah, no… Wait. You don’t mean the Hitachi, do you?” For those unfamiliar with the Hitachi Magic Wand, I was concerned that I had just unknowing agreed to an act that might not even be physiologically possible.

Randy burst out laughing. “No, but now that you mention it…” I had to admit that concept was pretty funny, as long as he didn’t actually intend to do it.

He chose instead a slim, smooth, bullet-shaped vibrator. It was already buzzing when he began sliding it into me. It was a strange sensation to be stimulated back there.

“Now I want to add a second vibrator in front. Will you accept that?”

OK, this was a total no-brainer. “Sure,” I agreed.

Randy activated a second vibrator, identical to the first in all but color (I couldn’t see anything he was doing, but I do know my toys!). He expertly rubbed it up and down to maximize the intense effects. Within a minute or two, I was bucking up and down, writhing with pleasure and pulling on my restraints. The feeling of those two vibrators working in unison was mind blowing. I nearly reached climax more than once, but my lover eased off before I achieved it.

“May I finish you off with this cane?” He now controlled both vibrators with his right hand as his left employed a small, thin cane to tap on my scalded bottom.

“Yes, please finish…” I gasped.

That flicking cane was just enough to trigger a monumental orgasm. He continued to strike it against my skin even as I moaned in ecstasy. I loved every second.

There are no losers in the submission game. We both won. He measured my submission and found it to his liking. I tested my own mettle and emerged victorious.

After I was unhitched, cooled down, and relaxed, I repaid his loving attention with my own style of oral gratitude. Randy was favorably impressed. Yes, this was a good game and a fine way to spend an evening at home together!

Keywords: spanking, submission, paddle spanking, belt spanking, caning, spanking story, spanking and sex, anal sex, bondage

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

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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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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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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