Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for August 29

Our topic of the week was spanking bets. Here's what you had to say.

Scunge: I "write" enough checks that my butt can't cash NOW. I'm not going to add to it with betting! ;)

Barely Pink: I have actually. And it was quite a surprise.

I'd been on a vanilla dating site and found someone reasonably interesting. We were playing pool when he said, "You know what would help you focus? A spanking."

My heart stopped. And I guess my face betrayed me because then he dove in to the bet.

If I lost, I'd get spanked. If I won, he'd buy me another round.

Keep in mind that this was someone I'd only been out with twice before. We hadn't even kissed at that point.

Interesting bet. And I lost. But that's another story.

Hermione: As a matter of fact, we often bet a spanking on the outcome of some event. I have written about it on my blog.

Naomi: I can't say that we ever have. I'll have to remember this for the future!

R Humphries: MBJ and I often play betting games during our plays. We have one of those make-your-own monopoly sets and it is completely designed around the fictitious facility featured in our books. We use the Community Chest and Chance cards to establish the penalties and rewards. We also play ‘Spankgammon’ to enhance our scenes.

Considering that we are a strictly top and bottom relationship, this is all pretty brave of MBJ. It is hardly surprising that she seems to spend every spare moment playing advanced Backgammon on her iPhone! It’s a lot of fun.

Abby: My Master is a Yankees fan. I have been a Red Sox fan my whole life! So yes, we often bet on the outcome of games. No, I don't get to spank Him. Usually, if the Sox win, I get to choose position or toys or a back rub. If He wins, He is in charge. LOL That's a big change!

Make Mine Red: We haven't. Not yet anyway. But it sounds fun! We do, however, have the discipline dice from Cane-iac and they are quite enjoyable :)

swan: We have, over the years, played a number of spankng games, but only once (that I can remember) was there an actual wager. Master once wagered a spanking that the quarterback of the Indianapolis Colts football team, Peyton Manning, was surely African-American. There was no convincing Him otherwise, as the name "Peyton" seemed to Him to be clearly "Black." That wager was NEVER COLLECTED, and so remains -- to this day.

Daisy: Oh, yes. Davey devised a card game where, the turn of a card determines how many and with what implement. Only hearts were my free pass. It's fun!

Michael: We haven't used spanking to settle a bet, but I will suggest it now. We often use a random lottery ticket as a means of setting the number of strokes. For example, a ticket that appears as:

     2-8-15-25-35-42

might be interpreted by my wife as 2 minutes with the hairbrush, 8 with the cane, 15 with a paddle, etc. If I get a text to buy a lottery ticket, I don't have to guess what is in store for me that evening. And who knows? We might even win!

Ronnie: No, I can't say that we ever have used spanking to settle a bet, but it could be a fun way.

Susan: David took me horse racing. All of my bets lost and before the last race, I was skint, but I really fancied a big gray horse in the last race at 18-1. I asked him if he would give me some cash to back it.

He grinned and said, "OK, if you win, you keep your winnings, but if you lose, you get a spanking to make you more careful."

"A what !?" I asked.

"A spanking. Eighteen smacks on that cute bottom of yours." With that, he patted the tight seat of my tweed skirt.

I gasped in surprise, but said, "All right then, but my bot is quite safe because that horse will win". After it lost by miles, David smiled, "I'm going to enjoy this." Surely he wasn't going to spank me on the race course. "Perhaps we had better go home."

An hour or so later, I nervously followed him into our house. Cheeks flaming, I said, "I suppose we had better get this done. I can't wait."

He sat down on the sofa. "Right, get that skirt up and yourself over my lap." "But, but," I protested.

"I said I would spank your bottom, not the seat of that thick skirt. Now over you go ". I wriggled up the tight skirt around my waist. David patted his thigh and I bent over. I felt his hand on the waist of my panties. "No, no. Not on the bare, please," I pleaded.

"Panties are not bare bottom" and down they came. He pushed me down so that my bottom thrust up firm and taut. Of course, David had seen my bare bottom many times, but this was just so undignified.

His palm landed with a resounding smack on my right cheek. "Ow, that stung," I squealed. By six, my bottom was really smarting, and I was squirming over his lap. By twelve it was blazing, but I was starting to feel very sexy as well. At eighteen swats, I felt as though I would never sit down again, but I was also randy as hell.

"There. Let that be a lesson, Susan." I scrambled to my feet hugging my poor buns. "Enjoy that?" he asked. "Actually, yes, and you are going to enjoy this".

I leaned forward, released his rampant member, straddled him, and sunk my well spanked bottom and eager sex onto him. That was the start of my spanking career, and my bottom has been regularly spanked and more by David ever since.

Spank-A-Lot: I have numerous times and now that I think about it, this is a really interesting and good way to broach the topic of spanking with a vanilla in an "ice-breaker" kind of way. It doesn't scare anyone off and it's really fun sometimes.

Elisabeth: I have never had a spanking bet, but that sounds like fun! Hmmm, what wager can I make with Sebastien tonight?

Bonnie: Yes, we do play games where my bottom and ability to sit comfortably are at stake. As others have observed, it can be tremendous fun!

Thanks, everyone, and I hope to see you here again next week.

Obsession Detection Reflection Correction

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you and your partner are enjoying a day of love, lust, and adult recreation. I thought this would be a fine time to post my most recent spanking account. Alas, it doesn't have a Valentine's theme. If you prefer a topical spanking, try this story or this one.

Last week, I posted a poll with relatively little accompanying explanation. The poll questioned whether I was obsessed with the subject of spanking. I’d like to now relate the rest of the story.

The tale began about two weeks ago as I was sitting at the computer and busying myself with answering e-mails and laying out the first of our Implement Series posts. Randy popped into the room, observed what I was doing, and commented, “You’re obsessed with spanking.” His tone didn’t even hint of criticism. In fact, I believe he was probably amused by the thought.

Still, that’s a serious charge to drop on someone. To make matters worse, he retreated before I had an opportunity to rebut his claim. Obsessed? I rolled the word around my brain as I stared blankly at the screen. What if it’s true? As moments passed, I became less certain of my own opinion.

An hour or so later, I confronted Randy about his remark. “Do you really think I’m obsessed?” I asked.

“Why, do you?” There are few things more annoying than a partner who answers a question with another question. He was smiling, but he appeared ready to verbally spar.

“No,” I replied definitively. I had now established my position. I mentally prepared myself to defend it.

“So, let’s ask your readers…” I was unprepared for this parry and demonstrated my overconfidence by agreeing. We decided that I would post a very simply worded poll. In addition, we agreed that the outcome would determine who chose the ground rules for a spanking session planned for the following weekend.

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We now know that the readers believe, by a two to one margin, that Randy is correct. At least in their view, I am indeed obsessed with all things spanking. My dear husband had already promised me a “serious bare-bottomed spanking” should his position be validated. So it was to be.

Saturday evening was the appointed occasion for the payment of my debt. I felt slightly queasy with anticipation all day. I know this might sound silly to some readers because, after all, Randy has spanked me a thousand times before. I know full well that he won’t allow any harm to come to me, beyond the unavoidable posterior distress. Yet, I felt a certain trepidation as I worked though my weekend chores.

We watched a film on television early in the evening and not a word was spoken about what might follow. However, as soon as the credits rolled, Randy gave me explicit orders. We told me to go upstairs to our bedroom, strip, and lie face down on the bed. I considered those words to be fair warning that I was due for the full treatment.

I walked upstairs and positioned my nude body prone atop the bed, just as I had been instructed. As is his habit, Randy waited several minutes before joining me. I presume this time is intended to allow me to fully contemplate my fate, but it’s equally possible that he simply finds something else to temporarily occupy his attention.

Oddly, I didn’t hear Randy on the stairs. My first awareness of his presence was the sound of his hand slowly turning the doorknob to our bedroom. I jumped with surprise. When he walked through the doorway, I was no longer in my designated spot, but had rolled over to see him enter.

“Get back down on that bed like I told you.” His voice was clear and strong. Though his message was mildly scolding, his tone was playful. Obediently, I buried my head in my pillow. My man uttered something about extra strokes, but I was ready to just take my spanking and get it done.

Randy, of course, had other ideas. What I felt next was not a spanking implement striking against my bottom, but his rough hands massaging my shoulders, neck, and upper back. I can’t deny that these sensations felt wonderful, but they had the effect of turning up my nervous tension another notch. Soon, he was repeatedly kissing my skin in conjunction with the rubbing. I gasped when he nibbled my earlobe. If he sought to draw out my carnal desire, it surely worked. But I couldn’t escape that gnawing sense of worried expectation.

When the inevitable spanking came, Randy began by applying his hand. The swats were not only quite tolerable, they felt great. He struck the meaty portion of my bottom just hard enough to raise a nice sting. I entertained the fleeting thought that perhaps I had won the wager after all.

Randy soon after switched to the crop. Our crop is relatively short and light. Unlike the standard equestrian variety, this whip is not terribly severe. With flicking blows, he added punctuation to his earlier message. It definitely hurt, but I was enjoying every minute.

After about five minutes or so (it’s hard to judge time when someone is beating your bottom), Randy brought in the heavy artillery in the form of our dogleg hairbrush. This is such an effective and memorable spanking tool that I chose to feature it for the Implement Stories logo. Little did I realize that my selection would provide inspiration for this event.

The hard, smooth brush generates very different sensations than the crop that preceded it. It’s sufficiently heavy that it inflames the deep tissues of the buttocks as well as the surface. Each impact of the brush yields a loud “thwack” sound. For the recipient, every blow produces an intense, burning pain. After three or four solid swats, I was ready to escape. Fortunately or unfortunately, Randy’s steady left hand in the center of my lower back ensured that I would remain in place until I was thoroughly roasted. Unable to exit, I screamed instead. Undeterred, Randy continued to spank with a slow, regular pace.

Just about the time I thought that I couldn’t possibly accept any more, he dropped the brush. I felt limp. All of my emotions had been emptied out on that bed. Before I had any chance to regain my senses, Randy pulled me up to a hands and knees position by the end of the bed. When his hand explored between my thighs, he discovered a wellspring of desire. “Hmmmm…” He said as if somehow surprised by my body’s reaction to the vigorous spanking.

As he stood at the foot of the bed he grasped my hips, pulled me close, and entered me easily. As we proceeded to make love, the pleasurable coital joy was spiced with acute discomfort from the spanking each time his pelvis made contact with my freshly reddened bottom. I find this blend of sensations to be incredibly intoxicating. He too found his release as we bucked together in lovers’ bliss.

So there you have it. I would like to offer my thanks to everyone who voted, even those who just wanted to see me take a hard spanking. It’s unlikely that I will be making any more bets with Randy any time soon. The again, when one has an obsession, anything is possible.

Valentine’s Day is the perfect occasion to show your love! I encourage you to make it an occasion to remember.

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