Sunday, August 20, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #190

Welcome back to another spanko brunch. Last weekend I had an interesting experience that became the inspiration for this week's topic. We all know that spankings are usually noisy, and that much of the sound comes from the spankee's mouth. "Ow! Ouch! Stop! Don't stop!" are just a few of the noises that are familiar to all of us.

How important to you is vocalization during a spanking? If you had to refrain from vocalizing, could you do it unaided? Would you need some physical help—a handkerchief or towel, for example? If you have had this experience, how did it feel?

As always, please tell me your thoughts in the comment section below.  I will publish a summary of our discussion on Monday.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, August 19, 2017

You Finished this Sentence

Someone should invent...

KDPierre: Someone should invent a pocket-sized "hypocrisy mirror", so that when confronted by a hypocrite, you can hold up the mirror so they can see their own true reflection...kind of like Dorian Gray's portrait.

Leigh: Someone should invent a 'do over' button, or a mouth filter that screened your words before being blurted out, like mine.

Michael M: Someone should invent an "I like spanking " app which sends off a message to a phone nearby, that is also set to "I like spanking". Each phone buzzes quietly and away you go. Makes for an interesting start to a conversation and means you don't have to wonder or make the wrong move.

Eonz: Someone should invent a long distance remote control spanking mobile app.
This way when a lady needs a spanking and is not near her significant other, she can follow his orders, place it in her back pocket and let the phone do its business at his command. (It would have to be a high powered jolt more so than the vibrate feature on most phones.)

Baxter: Someone should invent a spanking app, kind of an Uber for spanking. You go on and request a spanking and the app directs you to locations nearby where you can get spanked.

Belsteph: A computer controlled spanking machine. You indicate the location of the upturned bare bottom, select a severity and a duration, and it applies paddle blows with explosive stinging force.

Hermione: Someone should invent a portable self-spanking machine that would fit into a handbag or backpack, for those times when I really need a spanking but there is no one around to do it for me. 

Developers, I hope you are reading this. Get to work on those apps!
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, August 18, 2017

Friday FAIL

Advertising in days gone by was seriously sexist and very un-P.C. Take a look at these ads from over 50 years ago.

Ad executives would be paddled for creating ads like these today.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Finish this Sentence

The last time we played Finish this Sentence it was a great success, so let's play round two today.

Someone should invent...

Finish the sentence in the comments section below.  Your sentence can be related to spanking, but as you well know, anything goes! I will publish a list of your sentences on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Reader Participation

This isn't going to be the usual selection of fiction from the top shelf. Instead, one of my regular readers has written a true story in three parts, and he would like you all to participate as the story unfolds. I will let A.J. explain it in his own words. Over to you, A.J.

I finally got around to writing a story that I heard and that has interested me for over 10 years, and I would love your opinion/reactions.  I have recreated that story and added a bit for clarity.  While I cannot guarantee whether the story is absolutely true or some made-up fantasy by the original author, I believe it is a true story.

Why? Because I know the female lead in this story!  Yeah!  How about that!

"Know" as in we correspondeded via email years ago in setting up a meeting for when I next came to New York City, and we spoke on the phone once or twice.  That was the limit of our contact.  The logistics never worked out so I never actually got to meet with her (dammit).  Her name is Mollie, she definitely lived in New York City, and would - without hesitation - agree to do this.  That is my only reason for believing this story is true.  That, and I want it to be true.

The story, one of those "what ever happened to (Name)?" stories, appealed to me at first reading because it sounded like fun, but intrigued the heck out of me more for what the author didn't say than for what he did.  And for that, I appeal to you, dear reader.  But first some admin.

My re-creation of this story is from memory, so it is what it is.  I want the opinion of Hermione's female readers, but guys - feel free to join in.  Wise-ass comments are always fun, too!

There are three women in this story, but before I repeat it, for the female readers, I want you to think of two people you know, both female between the ages of 25 and your age, not married, and not with someone in a relationship that has progressed to the point of becoming serious.  This could be a neighbor, a co-worker, a relative, preferably someone you consider a friend, someone with whom you could easily see yourself having a "girls' night out".

Does she know you are a fan and reader of Hermione's blog or others like it?  No.
Do you know each other's sex lives??  Probably not.  (But women talk.  A lot!  About things guys do not talk about to other guys, so I'm on thin ice here.)

Guys, if you participate same rules for you, too.  Two female acquaintances whose behind-closed-doors-life you do not know, but can only guess.

Got it?  Three people: you are one of the three, plus two of your friends.  Need time to think about which friends?  Fine.  I'll wait.

(Jeopardy theme plays...)

Got them?  Good!  Let's call one "Susie", the other "Mary", and begin.

David is a nice guy.  Period.  Everyone who has ever met him likes him.  He is successful career- and financially-wise, good-looking, and smart.  And a real character.  David is the life of any party.  He is not obnoxious but if he comes to a party he is going to do his damned best to make sure it is a great one.  When David comes into a room, it lights up.  People are always glad to see him because he is fun and unpredictable; willing to take any dare. The phrase, "Hold my watch this", was invented specifically for David. Everyone has a fun "David" story.

Got him in mind? It's after work and David has an appointment later that evening, so rather than going home and then coming back, David hits a favorite bar to kill some time. He steps inside, he hears his name called out and sees "you" and the two other women you have picked, having a girls' night out, and calling him to join them.  He does, and starts picking up the tab because - he's David!  That's what he does.

And they are all having fun.  But now it comes to the point where the girls have planned to hit another nightclub and, "David!  Why don't you come with us?"

David begs off saying he has that appointment.

The girls:  "Oh, c'mon.  Can't you get out if it?  Three hot girls? Who have had too much to drink?  You're going to turn that down?  How often does that happen?  Please...."

David:  "I don't know.  Let me make a call and find out."

David goes off to make a call.  He soon returns and says, "OK.  I can do it, but only if we stop on the way for a couple of minutes.  It will be quick, interesting, and I'll pick up the cab fare - and you can get the first round at the next club."  (David lied.  He would never let them pick up the tab.)

It's a deal and off they go!

They come to an apartment building, get in the elevator to the 20th floor, and knock on one of the apartment doors.  Mollie answers and invites them all in.  Mollie is tall, about 5'10, attractive with brown curly hair, slender, and pleasant.  She is dressed like anyone else at home on a work week night, something similar to what you would wear at your home.  And her apartment - well, it looks like your place.  Just a normal apartment in the big city.

Mollie has all the women sit and, with David standing nearby, then says, "I've known David for a while and he tells me he is going to escort you on your night out.  But David sometimes needs to be reminded to behave himself.  And, since you have places to go and things to do, I need to get started.

With that Mollie points to David, says, "Drop 'em!", all the while moving a formerly unnoticed armless straight-backed chair into position, and sits. By the time she is seated David's slacks (not jeans) have hit his ankles, Mollie says, "Get over" and David goes OTK.  Immediately she grabs his boxers and says "Lift".  David lifts himself above her lap about an inch, and in one "Swoosh!" - David's shorts join his slacks.  He is over her knee with bare bottom up. 

This is happening fast!  From the time Mollie said, "I've known David for a while..." to this point, only about 15-20 seconds have elapsed! 

Mollie, with her eyes focused on "the target", immediately raises her right arm up high into the air....
OK, let's pause here. It's reader participation time.

You know by now what is about to happen, as do Susie and Mary.  David has surprised them all by bringing them to watch him getting a spanking.  Oh, sweet Baby Jeebus, rapture me up.  Surprised as all heck, everyone's eyes must be the size of golf balls. And David must know it, too, and be quietly laughing to himself at the thought of surprising the heck out of them like this.

So, some questions:

1.    What is going through your mind when you realize what is about to happen?
2.    More important, what is Susie thinking?  What is Mary thinking?
3.    Are any of the three of you thinking "Get me out of here!!!!"?
4.    Or are you all thinking, "You go girl!", or a combination of 3&4?
5.    Guys - have at it.

The reason I initially asked that all the women not be married or not in a relationship at this moment is because it possibly could put them into a position where there might be repercussions.  "You were in a room with a guy with his pants off...?  Getting spanked?"  A husband/significant other may not appreciate that.

So, let's get your thoughts/answers, and then I'll continue with part 2 of the story.

Thank you, A.J., for that stimulating beginning. Readers, it's over to you.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, August 14, 2017

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 13

What post on your blog has been viewed most often?

Dan: Well, this one came as a surprise. First was a "guestbook" of sorts that I keep on the blog. That probably makes some sense since it is more an ongoing feature than a post. The top real post is on "Caning Tips & Methods" which is ironic because we don't actually use the cane. I kind of want to because it is so iconic, but when we have tried it just hasn't worked well for us. Hence, in that post I asked for people's advice on how a cane should be used.

Roz: This is a great question, it's always interesting looking at blogger stats. In April 2013 Ami Starsong and I both published companion posts on tolerance levels to spanking from our own experiences. That has remained my top post since.

KDPierre: According to Blogger it's this one: "Spanking by Committee"

Ironically, I personally would not rate my top posts by popularity as my top posts by quality. But looking at their catchy titles, I understand why certain posts get the attention they do. It is my firm belief that an enticing title that tickles someone's prurient curiosity will outperform the most eloquent post. I actually prefer to measure a post's success by the quality of the comments it gets. Sheer numbers are a popularity contest based on flash over substance...pretty much like anything in our internet culture. Certain key words are like bait! LOL

Knowing this, it is sometimes fun to title a post with something that will lure in a reader, even if it is a bit misleading in content.

abby: First of all thanks...I never knew how to check my stats and now I do! Leatherlicious Friday was my all time high.

Katie: Hi Hermione!:) This is a great way to gather everyone's top read posts! For me, it used to be a post called "It's Only Coffee. Or is it?" Now, "The Unwanted Spanking?" has almost a thousand more views than that one. It explores the nuances of a specific discipline spanking, and then some.

Hands63: I'm not a blogger but I have to agree with what kdpierre mentioned. The "enticing" titles always grab my attention first.

Leigh: Hi Hermione - I had seen this somewhere and looked it up but never did anything about it, pretty much standard for me lately. Anyway, I did remember the title and used the search button. It's Saddle Sore.

Ronnie: Mine is Spanked to Orgasm (I re-posted it on Friday) which surprised me as I thought it would have been one of my 'In with the New' posts.

Amy: Hello Hermione! I'm so touched that you posted my idea on your Sunday Brunch. I look forward to playing along every week. :) My most viewed is "Spankings Wait for No One".

Hermione: My most-viewed post is a story called Juliette Takes the Strap. In fact, the three most-viewed posts are all from the Top Shelf series.

Thank you all for sharing your most popular posts. I enjoyed reading each one.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #189

Hello and come on in. You're just in time for another exciting spanko brunch. This week's topic was suggested by Amy, and I invite all bloggers to weigh in on this one.

What is your most-viewed blog post?

Both Blogger and WordPress have statistics that will give you the answer.
  • In Blogger, from the dashboard click on Stats, Posts, and in the upper right click on All Time.
  •  In WordPress, from the dashboard click on Site Stats and you will see Best Ever.
Please include both the title and the link to your most-viewed post in your comment below so we can all visit and make those posts even more popular.

For non-bloggers, you may join in by telling us what your favourite post is on any blog you choose.

I will provide a summary on Monday.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, August 12, 2017

You Completed the Caption

Anon: Hilda was enjoying the way the cool water eased the pain of her sore bottom when she was startled by a little fish that was drawn to the heat ensnaring from her recently paddled posterior.

Amy: "Kiss my ass!"

KDPierre: Sonny the Sunfish always regretted not having been born a piranha, but seeing Hilda's ample posterior jiggling through the pond was just the encouragement he needed to finally decide to live life on his own terms. So "bravo, Sonny" for having the courage to latch onto your dreams and never let go!

Simon: Little did Hilda know that her bottom was the perfect bait for the very rare Bottom Biting Bass.

Hands63: That's what you call "trolling" for fish.

Ronnie: If you do that one for time, I'll be having you for my dinner.

Sir Wendel: That’s not what I meant by “Bottom Fishing”

Hermione: Hilda couldn't run fast enough in the water to escape the dreaded Paddlefish.

Ha! Thanks to all of you. I loved each one!
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, August 11, 2017

Friday FAIL

Some people take signs a little too literally.

Thank goodness it's Friday!
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Complete the Caption

Our friend Hilda is back in the water again, and her bottom seems to attract attention wherever she goes!

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish a roundup on Saturday.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

From the Top Shelf - The Heirloom

You're in for a real treat today! It's another story by regular reader KDPierre. He has given me permission to reprint his stories here, and I plan to take advantage of his kind offer. Today's story has a little of this and a little of that, so it will appeal to both M/F and F/M spankos. I hope you enjoy it.

The Heirloom

At the sound of the backdoor opening, newlywed Rosa Araya-Menzel looked up from her laptop to catch her new husband Colin slapping the rain from his shoulders. “Hey cutie, you were gone a while,” she noted as he tousled his hair. “I thought you were just going to drop off the extra set of Honeymoon pictures and come right back?” She mock-pouted, “I missed you.”

“Sorry, Honey, but my Mom surprised me with something,” Colin explained as he held up an antique wooden case. “Check this out. Family heirloom.” The case looked to be a century old.

“What is it?”

“You won’t believe it,” Colin smirked. “I know I didn’t.” Resting the cherry box in front of the curious bride, he slid two tarnished latches aside and pulled open the hinged lid. Inside Rosa beheld a beautifully polished paddle made from an exotic wood nestled into a velveted cutout exactly its same shape.

“Oh my! It’s beautiful!” Rosa cooed. “It’s cocobolo isn’t it? We have this back in Costa Rica.”

Colin blinked in surprise. “Yes. That’s what my mother said it was. I never even heard of it before tonight though.” Scratching his damp head with a wince he added, “actually I learned a lot of things tonight that I never knew before.”

“Oh is that so? Sounds very interesting. How about you get us a couple of saisons and then you can fill me in?”

“O.K. dear, I think you might find the history behind this little artifact quite amusing.” Colin warned with a grin as he opened the special wine refrigerator they used for chilling Belgian ale.

As he popped the cork and poured Rosa couldn’t help but ask why his mother of all people had given them a paddle. “It’s not like we’re open about our private lifestyle, dear. How did your Mom know we’d want a paddle?”

Colin snickered. “She didn’t. In fact she turned about ten shades of red as she told me the story behind the paddle and why she was giving it to me. She even suggested that we could use it as a cheese board.”

“A cheese board? This beauty?” Rosa shook her head decidedly. “No way.”

“Well you know my Mom, ever practical.” Then with beer in hand, Colin began his family history lesson. “First of all this story is about my Mom’s side of the family, the Entwistles, not the Menzel side, and it goes back to when my Great-great-grandfather Theophilus Entwistle married my Great-great-grandma, Hedwig Stump, back in 1898. Turns out old Hedwig—or young Hedwig back then—was a feisty handful and Theophilus had no end of trouble trying to keep her in line. Several times he even took her across his lap to try to teach her to behave like a good wife—don’t snicker,” Colin admonished his bride with a wide grin. “Remember this is like 1899, women couldn’t even vote. Anyway he tried, but old Hedwig inherited what the family jokingly referred to as the Stump rump.”

“Stump rump? And you don’t want me to snicker?” Rosa teased.

“Well you can laugh at that. It seems a lot of people did, except probably my Great-great-grandfather. You see it seems the Stump family had these exceptionally stout and densely solid behinds that would make a mule’s backside seem dainty by comparison. So when old Theophilus spanked her she only laughed at him. He even supposedly took up a bread board only to have it split in two before having any effect. So now at his wit’s end he wrote to his brother, Elisha, bemoaning his marital state and confessing his fear that under the current circumstances neither his marriage nor his health could long survive. Now by this time it was around 1901 and Elisha was working on the Panama Canal doing preliminary surveys for John Frank Stevens and the Gatun Dam. When he read his brother’s letter, he decided to mail back a parcel of cocobolo slabs which he had heard were not only handsome pieces of local lumber but exceptionally strong.”

“It is,” Rosa confirmed. “They take the pieces from the heart of the tree.”

“Is that so?” Colin nodded. “Well, anyway when Theophilus got the package, he took the widest slab to a local cabinet maker who transformed the curious chunk into the magnificent paddle you see before you. And now armed with this little lovely, Theophilus once again engaged battle with Hedwig and her Stump rump. Only this time her posterior—tough as it was—could not stand up...”

“Or later sit down?” Rosa interjected.

Colin gave her a playful frown. “O.K. so you get the idea. And within a year their marriage was said to be idyllic, as evidenced by the birth of my Great-grandfather Cornelius. When Theophilus turned fifty, he gave the paddle to his son so that he too might enjoy the same benefits it had bestowed on him. Mind you, Cornelius was already married to my Great-grandma Millicent when the paddle came into their home and Millicent was no Hedwig.

Cornelius had very few reasons to ever use the paddle, though it did reportedly see action a few times. It is said that Great-grandma Millicent didn’t mind too much since it was so beautiful and she felt the making up afterwards seemed worth a few well-deserved swats.” Colin took a sip of beer and looked to his dear Rosa, “do you like this so far?”

“Oh yes. Keep going.”

“O.K. so eventually along comes my Grandfather, The great Colonel Eustace Entwistle, and in true family tradition, he gets the paddle from his father soon after marrying my Grandma Bernice. Now Eustace was a stern military man both during and after World War II, and he ran his home just like an Army barracks. Poor Grandma Bernice felt that paddle regularly. They say that any luster the finish may have lost during its mostly idle years with Cornelius and Millicent was polished back to a high gloss courtesy of Grandma Bernice’s bottom.”

“Do you think she minded?” Rosa asked.

“It’s funny you ask. You see I never knew any of this was going on and although my Grandfather seemed very strict, the two of them always seemed very close even until the very end. So to answer your question, I think that perhaps my Grandma, while she may not have enjoyed those paddlings in the way one enjoys a favorite dessert, didn’t mind them so much. She never seemed afraid of him and in all honesty he was very good to her as well.”

“Hmmm, Lifestylers,” Rosa sighed with a coy wink.

“Behave. These are my Grandparents we’re talking about here,” Colin replied in pretend shock. “So now we come to where I enter the picture.” Rosa clapped and Colin bowed before continuing. “Family tradition had the paddle going from Entwistle to Entwistle in a direct line from father to son. At no time did the paddle get used on any misbehaving children. It was strictly a...well, a...“

“Marital aid?” Rosa offered.

“Exactly,” replied her husband. “And meant to maintain the authority of the Entwistle male. No Entwistle daughter ever inherited the paddle. So it was naturally the Colonel’s intention to pass it on to his son, my uncle, Edward. Unfortunately Uncle Ed died in 1972 in the Easter Offensive in Vietnam without ever having married. So Grandpa Eustace just held onto it long after his Dad would have passed it on, much to the continued soreness of my Grandma’s behind I’m sure. When he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer in 1998, I was just 11. So he actually put the damned thing in his will, leaving it to me as the closest male heir with the condition that my Mother would keep it for me until I was married. I don’t think he liked breaking the direct chain but it seems he had no choice. He told my Mom the whole history and made her promise to tell it to me when the time came. And that’s exactly what she did when I went over there today. Until today I never even knew it existed.”

“Wow, that is quite a story, dear,” Rosa sighed. “How do you feel being the next generation in this interesting history?”

“I guess I feel that given his views Grandpa Entwistle was probably right in not wanting to pass his treasure outside of his direct line.”

“But then we wouldn’t have this gorgeous and sturdy new toy, would we?” Rosa asked. “Besides don’t you think given the choice between having his prized heirloom used as a cheese board or for its intended purpose, he’d prefer the latter?”

“I suppose,” Colin nodded. “But life sure has changed since Great-great-grandpa Theophilus’ day.”

“Times are different and in comparison with the Entwistles we’re a bit different too,” Rosa smiled. “Now how about we try out this beauty?” she said as she slid back her chair and put down her drink. Colin blushed and sheepishly undid his jeans as he walked over to his new wife. Seeing his quiet compliance she mused aloud, “Too bad we opted to keep ‘obey’ out of our vows. It would have been fun to have kept that in yours to say out loud in front of everyone.”

Colin just dutifully sprawled across the proffered lap and waited.

“Honey,“ Rosa explained with gentle mischief, “since this is sort of a special occasion, I think we’re going to have to give your cute little butt a very thorough roasting. It’s only right that we commemorate the passing down of the Entwistle Paddle with a glowing butt. Don’t you find it ironic that you’ll be the first male in your family to be on the receiving end of the paddle? And how cool is it that both spanker and paddle are from Costa Rica? Oh, how times have changed and circumstances turned!” Soon the glossy cocobolo landed with impressive impact shocking its victim with its power. After just a few more swats Colin yelped and wriggled frantically.

“Oooh, I do like this new toy!” Rosa announced, then asked, “What do you think, dear?”

Colin struggled to answer and replied in a strained pant, “I think Dear Old Theophilus is probably rolling in his grave.”

Rosa laughed. “Perhaps. But wherever they are now, I’ll bet Hedwig, Millicent, and Bernice are all smiling. Now be quiet and take your spanking like an obedient little husband.”

I love that ending! Thank you, KDPierre.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, August 7, 2017

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 6

If you could, which blogger(s) would you like to engage in spanking with?

Bogey: Tough for me to answer. The one I would pick, I only know her online persona. We are all different in RL.

Downunder Don: Hi Hermione, there are many I would to meet and TALK to, including you! thanks. I am definitely a one woman only spanker.

Amy: What a topic! Good one, Hermione. Eric and I have talked about this because I do want to meet other bloggers and would love it if we found a couple or two we could be friends with. He agrees but not until we are retired. Sigh. Seems I'm always waiting for something related to his job. Someday.... As for someone else spanking me? We've had that discussion too. There is a guy in Connecticut I've been watching for years. He's a serious hired hand and I'm holding onto some pre-Eric guilt that I'd love to get rid of. Eric doesn't think he could ever punish me enough to let it go - he'd be too afraid of hurting me and wants to be the man loving and being there for me afterwards. Another, maybe someday...

Hands63: I guess the obvious answer for me would be to receive a paddling/ spanking from just about all the women bloggers on these boards. But, in reality that's probably never going to happen. Honestly, unless we actually meet physically, we tend to form in our minds images of the people who run these blogs and sometimes I feel it better to go with those images rather than actually meeting. It's sort of like having sex with a really close long time friend. The friendship changes.
If that's makes any sense.

It does. 

Roz: Hi Hermione, there are many blog friends I would dearly love to be able to meet in person. As for spanking, I don't think so, that is purely for us.

Jack: Dana, by far and away. The picture of her, another woman, a naked man with red bottom, Dana holding a ruler, the best ever. I dream of getting a spanking from her a lot. I especially dream I was the naked male standing in the kitchen knowing that both women would soon have their turns of spanking me over their lap. Dana is by far the best ever.

Anon: Boy; that's really a hard question to answer.

What's a "blogger" in this case? I'm thinking someone like you who writes but does not provide services, vs. a pro/semi-pro who also happens to post on a blog.

In the former there are very few, so I'd go with Strict Julie.

Jan: Hi Hermione, I don't know if I really would want to be spanked by anyone else but my husband but I suppose if I was pushed it would be fun to be one of Dev's girls just once.... As to meeting other bloggers |I have just come from a meeting with four other bloggers and I enjoyed it so much. There are a couple O would dearly love to meet but they are on the other side of the world and it seems impossible to imagine.

KDPierre: I feel like I know Merry Contrary and Strict Julie well enough that I could appreciate a session with either of them. I don't feel I know any other dominant female bloggers well enough to want to try anything with them.

And since I AM capable of switching, given the right circumstances, I suppose it could be fun giving the charming hostess here who posed the question a nice bun-warming....provided she was willing. ;-)

Thank you for the compliment!

Sir Wendel: Doubtful I would spank anyone but my wife now. I would have to admit that right after reading the question I thought it might be fun to spank one particular blogger.

Hermione: Although in real life I have no desire to be spanked by anyone but my husband, it would be interesting to be spanked by Dr. Ken and Devlin O'Neill. Not at the same time, of course! They are both very toppy gentlemen and would probably give me very satisfactory spankings.

As always, we had quite a variety of responses. When I pose a question, I never know how it will be interpreted. Amy has suggested a topic for next week that I think you will all enjoy, and I hope to see you then.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #188

I'm glad you could make it here today for brunch. There's pie! And I have a just for fun question for you.

We are a close-knit group of bloggers and readers of blogs, and many of us consider other bloggers to be our friends.  We visit each other's blogs regularly and chat through comments and sometimes by email or text.  The majority of us will never meet in person, due to geographic location, desire for privacy and anonymity, or other reasons. But let's just imagine that we could.

Which blogger(s) would you enjoy spanking or being spanked by? Why?

Whether you have a blog or not, please join in the discussion and leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, August 5, 2017

You Completed the Caption

Well, what did you make of this?

Leigh: Is this where you want me?

KDPierre: Yeoman #2: "Ha ha, I'm ducking your flail!"
Yeoman #1: "And if you stay like that, wise-ass, and I'll be fucking your tail."

Yeoman #1: "Did you just fart?!"
Yeoman #2: "Consider it my counterattack!"

Sir Wendel: Then Lord Wenzilton says: “it’s all in the ...” No. No. No, it’s just too wrong of a comment to make.

Hermione: The ever-popular spanking scene was often cut from later performances of Hamlet.

Thanks to all who contributed. Please stay for brunch; it will be served shortly.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, August 4, 2017

Friday FAIL

Google gives this definition of irony:


1. The expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.
2. A state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.

Let the photos speak for themselves.

Have a great weekend!
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Complete the Caption

I've had this picture for a long time and was never sure what you would think of it. I guess it's about time to find out!

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will finally get my answer.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

From the Top Shelf - The Schoolmaster's Wife, part 3

This is the third and final installment of our short story by R.T. Mason, published in Janus. In part 1 we met Priscilla Browne, whose husband had taken a teaching post in a very unusual boys' school. In part 2 Priscilla learned the hard way that the headmaster ruled the masters' wives with an iron hand and rattan rod. How will Priscilla manage to help her husband maintain order in Delany House and thus keep his job? We shall see.

Priscilla saw Derek again later in the morning when he had a free period. Looking tense, Derek said the same thing as the Head. "Look, we've got to get things sorted out."

She looked at him bleakly. For the moment at least she couldn't bring herself to tell him that her bare bottom had just been caned by the Head. It was just too humiliating. "So you want me to agree to the boys demands then?" she asked.

"Pris, we've got to get the senior boys' co-operation. Otherwise - well I could lose this job. And, I suppose they only want to have a bit of fun, really."

She replied angrily. "What they want, Derek, is for me to let them spank my bottom. My bare bottom! You want me to agree to that, do you?"

Derek flushed guiltily. "No, I don't actually want it to happen but...well...if they won't agree to anything else. And if they don't go any further...ask you know...that. I suppose they just see it as a bit of fun thing."

"Well it's not my idea of a fun thing," Priscilla replied unhappily, "letting five 18 year old boys get their hands on my bare bottom."

"Well you better talk to them anyway. Talk to that Robert Maidment."

* * *

Priscilla saw Robert Maidment at lunch time. Controlling a tremor in her voice she said they'd better have a chat. Derek was conveniently out at a staff meeting and took the Head Boy into her sitting room. " yesterday was quite awful," she said quietly.

Robert Maidment nodded in agreement and said he was sorry.

"No you're not. And I suppose the same thing will happen tonight if...if I don't...."

He shrugged his shoulders. "We'd like to co-operate, Mrs. Browne, but you have to co-operate too. It's Kingswood tradition you see."

"It can't be tradition," she cried, "not that you force your Housemaster's wife"

"Oh, not force, Mrs. Browne! The tradition here is to persuade. We''d much rather you did it of your own free will. But every wife co-operates, just ask the others. Mrs. Mather, she was the Housemaster's wife here before you, miss, she was quite happy to let us...eventually. She used to take her knickers down every day for us. She wasn't half as pretty as you though."

Red-faced, Priscilla asked, "What...what exactly are you asking for?"

He replied, his voice calm and even, "We want you to take all your clothes off in front of us. Give us a good look at you naked. And then we'll want to spank you. That's all."

Priscilla's voice sounded to her as if it was coming from another body as she asked, shakily, " often will all this happen?"

"Twice a week, I'd say," he calmly replied.

Priscilla gulped. His words hung in the air, and she could feel pin-pricks of perspiration beading her skin as she suddenly had an all too vivid picture of it - a picture she tried in vain to erase. Her thoughts twisted and turned - so, without her being aware of it, did her hands - but she could see no way out of it. She glanced at Robert Maidment, still calmly surveying her, then she quickly looked down at the carpet.

"Look..." she began desperately.

She did the best she could. She got him to agree that it didn't have to be all of them at once. That would have been quite unbearable; five boys and her...whereas at least one at a time allowed some delusion of equality, even if she did have to shamefully submit to it. It would be each of the five boys once every two weeks. And she would either take all her clothes off OR she would get across the boy's knee, then let him take her knickers down and smack her bottom. The boy could choose one but not both.

That was agreed, which was awful enough - then Robert Maidment, sharp-eyed as ever, said, "To show good faith though, we all want a try-out now. So that we know you're not having us on, Miss."

Priscilla gulped; felt the pin pricks of perspiration again. While Robert Maidment stated his further conditions. Then she began to feel really shaky.

"Can you please go out after tea?" Priscilla asked Derek quietly, an hour later. When he looked blank she added, somewhat hysterically, "Out! Out of the House! Out of the School! Anywhere! Or do you want to stay around and watch how your dear wife keeps the senior boys happy in this awful place?"

Derek flushed and bit his lip. "I-I'll go into town...maybe see a film," he said lamely.

Only a couple of minutes after he left there was a knock at the door. Robert Maidment. With the feeling that she was in some kind of nightmare, Priscilla let him in, then closed the door and locked it. As she did so the boy's arms came around her waist.

She started to push him away but he said 'Hey, that's not a very good start, is it!" and then she stopped fighting. He pulled her up close against him. His face was red and she could feel his stiff erection. His hands cupped her bottom.

He said smoothly, "Now that's much better, Miss." And then his hands began pulling up the skirt of her dress and her slip. Pulling them right up to her waist, then his hands were at the waistband of her knickers, yanking them down roughly. His hands on her now bare bottom, squeezing and groping.

Priscilla weakly pushed him away and said, softly, "Come on then...if you're going to do it..."

And then she was over his lap as he sat on her sofa. Her head down near the carpet and her bottom up over his lap. Her naked bottom. And his hand starting to smack crisply down on those bare buttocks. Jolting sharply into the full firm bare cheeks in a briskly rhythmic tempo.

He was smacking her hard and it stung like hell but worse than any pain was the thought that such a humiliating thing could be happening to her. That she, newly married Mrs. Priscilla Browne, had an 18-year-old boy spanking her bare bottom. Her eyes were rapidly filling with tears, not so much of pain as of mortification.

At last Maidment stopped and let her get up. Tight-lipped, fighting her tears, Priscilla pulled up her knickers and adjusted her dress. Her bottom really stung. Robert Maidment smiled a wolfish smile. "There now. That wasn't so bad, was it, Miss? You might get to like it soon."

Priscilla said nothing. Then he told her he'd like some coffee and, obediently, she went to make some. With any luck he would drink it and go and her ordeal - for the moment at least - would be over.

But, eyes bright over his coffee cup, Robert Maidment said, "And now I want to see everything you've got, Mrs. Browne."

She stared at him, open-mouthed with horror. He said, evenly, "That was part of our bargain, wasn't it?"

No, it damn well hadn't been part of their bargain! But what was the point of arguing? As he said, pointedly, "We all want a nice quiet night in Delany House tonight, don't we Mrs Browne? I'm sure your husband does!"

Trying not to look at him, trying not to think of her shame, trying not to cry, Priscilla made herself comply. Standing in front of him she took off the pink dress. And then her slip. Then, cringingly, her bra. Her full, firm breasts pointing at him. Her large nipples, she realised with deep shame, were, for some reason, erect.

"Well those are something special, Miss," he exclaimed, grinning. "And now, very slowly, the knickers off please. You can keep your nylons and suspender belt on but please spread your legs...."

She was beyond shame now and her shapely bottom, when he eventually made her turn around, shone scarlet in comparison to the rest of her pale trembling flesh.

* * *

When Derek got back at 11pm, Delany's like all the other Houses, was as quiet as a mouse. Priscilla, he found, had already gone to bed. She was lying in the dark staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, it's quiet at least." said Derek hesitantly, turning on the bedside lamp.

Priscilla said nothing.

He looked at her, then looked away in embarrassment. He didn't ask what had happened. Whatever it was it couldn't have been too bad, he convinced himself.

"Yes," he said finally. "I think things are going to work out all right here. I mean once we accept that boys will be boys."

Priscilla remained silent.

She was thinking of Robert Maidment, of course. And of the two other senior prefects who were due to come round, one at a time, and attend to her tomorrow. And the following day the other two. Perhaps I'll get used to it, she thought. Maybe I'll start to like it, like he said. After all it was true that boys will be boys. She tried to think that maybe she was helping them. After all they must get so frustrated in an all male world.

Derek repeated. "Yes, dear, I think things will be all right. Its just a question of getting to know them well, don't you think?"
Will Priscilla eventually enjoy the boys' attention? If you are a man reading this, do you wish you had gone to this school?
From Hermione's Heart