Sunday, September 24, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #195

Welcome to our traditional weekend spanko brunch. Last week, while waiting my turn to give blood at our local clinic, I watched three girls from a nearby private school, who were all there to donate for the first time. I was amazed at the shortness of their pleated plaid skirts, and that reminded me of former blogger Abel. On his Spanking Writers blog he often wrote about traditional spankings involving schoolgirls in uniform. That brings us to today's topic:

Do you enjoy traditional corporal punishment scenes? Why or why not?

Please feel free to join in and leave your response as a comment below. You may remain anonymous if you wish. Once everyone has had a chance to speak I will publish a summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, September 23, 2017

You Completed the Caption

This picture inspired so many of you, and I'm delighted!

Simon: Well I've got two trees growing in the study, none of the books have titles and everything is a weird shade of purple/pink. I'm certain to win this years quirkiest interior decorator prize,

KDPierre: "I don't know, darling. I'll rack them up...but are two girls like us, with a lavender table no less, even allowed to play 'Straight Pool'?"

Hands63: I'll call the shot, 8 ball, rear pocket...

"Hand me your cue stick!"

Amy: What do you mean, I'm "not allowed to touch your balls"?

arched one: You won the game and as promised I'll accept a spanking on the pool table.

Anon 1: If redecorating his man cave like this and presenting him with such a luscious target doesn't finally convince him to spank me, I don't know what will.

Dave: "Ready to play?"

Anon 2: What does a girl have to do around here to get a spanking?

Ronnie: You won, now come and claim your prize.

Harleyquinn7: I just remembered that I don't know how this game is played...By the way, since this is pool, where's the water?

Sir Wendel: If you let me touch your cue I will let you touch my bumpers.

Anon 3: You're not going to spank me for this, are you? It's just that when I see balls, I want to play with them. And, well, I'm used to having just two at a time...and there were so many on the table...I just couldn't help myself.

Now that I've warmed up with these, maybe I could play with your balls and cue stick.

js666: She wanted to surprise him by painting the felt on his table pink. Now he's going to return the favor by turning something else pink.

Hermione: This is the oddest spanking bench I've ever seen. I don't like being spanked with that stick at all!

Please stay for brunch, being served up next.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, September 22, 2017

Friday FAIL

We don't have an IKEA store where I live, but I have visited one. I was prepared to get forced through the maze, and was delighted to find some clearly-marked "shortcuts". The furniture was gorgeous and I bought some small items—nothing that needed assembly! I have assembled furniture and other things that came in boxes, although not from IKEA, so I get the picture.

Without further ado, let's go to IKEA.

Have a great weekend!
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Complete the Caption

The local billiards parlour will never be the same after tonight's game!

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will post your suggestions on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

From the Top Shelf - In a Mist, Chapter 2

The story so far: Arthur Lennox, a young tutor in pre-war England, has been appointed to oversee the belated schooling—and discipline—of the headstrong and petulant Elizabeth.

IN A MIST - Chapter 2 - Elizabeth meets her tutor—and her match!

From downstairs in the dining hall came the clink of silver cutlery. Florence was laying for dinner. She moved reverently across the polished oak floor, pursing her lips in silent concentration as though burdened by the enormous weight of her duties. She began to set a third place for Elizabeth's tutor, sighing in vexation at having to depart from her long-established routine.

Elizabeth took far longer than usual over her evening toilette. She planned to subdue Mr. Lennox with her female charms so that he would blush and stammer awkwardly in her presence.

Earlier in the day she had washed her hair, afterwards brushing it painstakingly until the honey-blonde filaments gleamed and sparkled like gold amid their darker lustrous neighbours. She arranged it loosely in soft curls that tumbled down her back, while over her forehead she wore a gamine fringe.

Although expressly forbidden by her guardian to use make-up, since according to him only "fast women" painted their faces, she defiantly applied mascara to her eyelashes, and a dab or two of rouge to colour her cheeks.

Then came the question of what to wear. After a long agony of indecision she finally plumped for a stunning cream chiffon gown, cut daringly low at the breast and short enough to show off her dainty ankles and calves clad in white silk stockings. For her feet, a pair of high-heeled pumps, with fashionably pointed toes.

A good ten minutes after the dinner gong had sounded in the hall she was at last ready, exquisitely jewelled and fragrant with French perfume. She sailed downstairs, her undergarments rustling proudly, and prepared to make her grand entrance.

The first person she saw as she swept into the Regency style dining hall was Florence, hovering nervously beside the bulbous-legged serving table. She had been waiting for Elizabeth to arrive before serving the tomato soup, which in consequence had now grown unappetisingly tepid.

"Ah, here you are at last!" Mr. Harker cried peevishly. "Late as ever! I had hoped the arrival of your tutor" he indicated Mr. Lennox seated opposite at the large round mahogany dining table, "might have encouraged you to mend your slipshod ways. Come and say how do you do to him."

"I'm sure Mr. Lennox is aware that lateness is a woman's prerogative," she retorted with a smouldering pout in the direction of the tall newcomer. It was an opening salvo which she'd carefully rehearsed up in her bedroom. As he met her eye she was annoyed to see a brief flicker of amusement cross his face. The prospect of meeting him had filled Elizabeth with nervous dread which she was desperately trying to hide beneath an outward show of bravado.

"Prerogatives are simply privileges, and privileges have to be earned in this world, Elizabeth," Mr. Harker admonished, looking to Lennox for support and who nodded vigorously in agreement. Pausing for breath he went on scolding her in his thin reedy voice that she found so tiresome.

"You cannot expect people to do you the courtesy of treating you like the grown woman you are in years, until you actually begin to behave like one." He sighed wearily. "Which brings us to the subject of why Mr. Lennox is here. I do earnestly hope that he will succeed where others before him have so miserably failed!"

"As for that, Uncle, we shall have to see, shan't we, Mr. Lennox?" she said challengingly, turning to confront her tutor. "I must warn you that I am by no means an easy pupil. I trust your constitution is as sound as a bell, otherwise I fear I may be the death of you!" She burst into peals of merriment while her guardian clicked his tongue at her insolence.

"Have no fear on that score. No pupil has ever got the better of me yet, Elizabeth," Lennox replied with a breezy confidence, scrutinising the girl so intently that she blushed and pretended to study the soup Florence was ladling into her dish. His deep bass voice, so resonant with male strength, had a curiously disquieting effect, not only on Elizabeth but on Florence who fumbled agitatedly with the ladle in her hand, spilling soup down Mr. Harker's sleeve.

"Clumsy, stupid girl," he murmured in irritation, "fetch a cloth at once and wipe it off." Stammering her apologies, the maid did as she was told, her underwear swishing almost as loudly as Elizabeth's.

Hating to be upstaged, and eager to shift the focus of attention away from herself, Elizabeth stared accusingly at the skirts of Florence's black alpaca uniform. "Uncle," she said spitefully, " I do believe Florence is wearing silk underwear."

"Is this true, Florence?" Mr. Harker eyed the maid severely. "You know very well that I have strictly forbidden the female servants to wear silk undergarments. I cannot abide their perpetual rustling; besides which I believe they provoke lusts in the male servants. Well, Florence, what have you got to say for yourself?" he demanded in a scratchy, petulant voice. Lennox found it hard to suppress a chuckle at such a comical charade as this. He had met some old-fashioned types in his time, but Mr. Harker really took the cake!

"If you please, sir," Florence stammered, conscious of being stared at by three pairs of eyes, "it's only artificial silk, sir. I could never afford real silk - not on my wages."

"Are you insinuating that the wages I pay you are inadequate?" Mr. Harker demanded indignantly. Poor Florence had put her foot in it yet again.

"Oh no, Mr. Harker, sir! I never meant that at all!" she protested in great alarm. "My wages are ample and most generous, sir."

"Very well then, Florence," Mr.Harker rejoined, a trifle mollified, " but I shall have strong words to say to Mrs. Anderson about your clumsiness—and your choice of underwear—after the meal."

Florence turned red and bit her lower lip. She knew that Mrs. Anderson, the grim iron-willed Scottish housekeeper, would turn her over to Mr. Tomms for yet another thrashing with his belt. Her eyes narrowed and she glanced hatefully at Miss Elizabeth, the architect of her predicament. Miss high-and-mighty Elizabeth, who always wore real silk next to her pampered skin, as Florence well knew from all the long hours she'd spent laundering her mistress's exquisitely fine silk, satin and lace underwear. Florence had to scrimp and save hard to pay for the one precious pair of artificial silk panties she was now wearing—such indescribable luxury compared to her regulation calico bloomers—and for which she was now to be punished.

Fortunately for Florence her existence was barely noticed during the remainder of the dinner. While they were consuming the main course of veal cutlets and vegetables, Mr. Harker questioned Lennox more closely about his journey. Travel was unquestionably one of Mr Harker's bete noirs, especially railway travel: "...nasty, noisy, smelly things, trains, are they not, Mr. Lennox? I myself am quite incapable of using them. I once went to Torquay by train, and was confined to bed for a month afterwards. And how was your stay in London? Was the hotel satisfactory? I trust the room was clean and the bed properly aired? And was Tomms waiting for you on the platform when you arrived here? Did he drive cautiously? I fear he is a dreadful madcap on the roads, but he has been with us for over twenty years and , quite honestly, I don't think we could ever manage without him now -even though he can be a little grumpy at times...."

Elizabeth, who had finished her veal, yawned and fiddled in excruciated boredom. She looked across the table at Mr. Lennox , who sat patiently listening, a wearied look creeping over his face as Mr. Harker's monologue showed no sign of ending. She began to mimic Lennox's pained expression, making fun of him. He caught her doing it, and she saw a sudden brief flash of anger in his eyes, which frightened, yet at the same time excited, her.

Later on, as the three of them were finishing their caramel pudding, Elizabeth, full of the devil again, began to bait Lennox mercilessly. "Do please tell me, Mr. Lennox," she purred, wide-eyed and innocent, " what do you propose to do with me when I am naughty?" She smiled sweetly, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, although she was testing him out—seeing how far she could go with him.

But Lennox refused to be drawn on the subject. "Such matters, Elizabeth," he said with unruffled calm, " are best dealt with where they belong—in the schoolroom. I request the honour of your presence there at half past nine tomorrow morning, when we shall no doubt get to know each other better." He eagerly accepted Mr. Harker's offer of more pudding and set about it with a will, as though nothing else mattered in the whole world.

Elizabeth felt intensely piqued. He had, with quiet but devastating efficiency, put her firmly in her place. "That's a pretty feeble answer to a simple question, Mr. Lennox," she persisted obstinately. "If I am to be your pupil, surely I am entitled to know in advance what to expect? For instance, say I were to fall asleep over my sums—for I detest arithmetic above all else—would you then be most fearfully strict with me, and punish me severely?" She fluttered her long eyelashes at him ,and gave a coquettish little wriggle in her chair.

Even Lennox, with all his tutoring experience, was taken aback. He could not remember a girl pupil ever being quite so disgracefully forward at their first meeting. Struggling to contain his anger, he replied sharply , "Let us just say, Elizabeth, that when the situation arises I am quite capable of ruling even my most troublesome pupils with a rod of iron. Since I have successfully tamed dozens of large, strapping young men—one of whom, incidentally, even challenged me to put on boxing gloves and go ten rounds in the gymnasium—I hardly imagine I shall have much difficulty coping with a mere slip of a girl like you!"

"Oh, so I am just a 'mere slip of a girl', am I?" Elizabeth cried, seething with anger and rising from her chair. "Well, let me tell you, Mr. Lennox," she shouted, flinging her napkin down on the table like a gauntlet thrown in defiance, "I do not care a brass farthing for you, or any of your silly threats. You may be in the school room at half past nine tomorrow morning, if you wish. But as for me, I shall please myself!"

So saying, she stormed out of the room, amid impotent bewailings from her guardian and darkly-knit brows from Mr. Lennox, who decided this was much worse than he would ever have expected. He was still smarting from the verbal assault just made on him. The girl had plainly been allowed to run wild, without the slightest hint of discipline. He would have to employ quite draconian measures to have any chance of succeeding with her.

"There, you see what I mean, Lennox?" Mr. Harker cried despairingly. "The girl is quite unmanageable! Forever flying into tantrums at the slightest provocation. I swear she will drive me to an early grave!"

"To be plain with you, sir," Lennox could speak freely now there were only two of them in the room, Florence having departed with the dishes to the kitchen, "your ward, Elizabeth, should have had her bottom soundly whipped many times over, when she was younger. However, it is not too late in the day to rectify that omission. What do you say, Mr.Harker?" he put the question to him squarely. "Do I have your full permission to use corporal punishment on Elizabeth?"

"By all means, Lennox, do whatever you deem necessary. I leave the matter entirely in your most capable hands. You, after all, are the expert!" Mr. Harker felt intensely relieved that here, at last, was someone fully willing and able to curb the waywardness of his troublesome ward. The thought gave him a feeling of immense satisfaction. That night he slept better than he had done for years.

What will tomorrow bring? Stay tuned.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, September 18, 2017

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 17

This week's assignment was to write a spanking resume. You came up with some interesting submissions.

Roz: Gosh, wow, such interesting questions. We spank (or used to) for discipline, role affirmation and erotic play. This includes role play sometimes, light bondage and blindfolds.

We have spanked in the car and outside in secluded areas.

Sir Wendel: Our favorite spanking thing would be wearing costumes. Nothing better than spanking a princess or whipping a pirate’s booty. Since we hike often we tend to spank out in the woods a lot.
We do not spank as discipline. We just enjoy it even though the bottom is rather sore afterwards.

Bogey: Spanking has made for a lot of fun and intimacy for us over the years.

Hermione: - Mature woman with 30+ years experience as a spankee
- Enjoys both wood and leather, will consider other materials
- Has a very spankable bottom
- Has experience with a wide variety of positions
- Commands a wide vocal range
- Always ready, willing and able.

That was fun! Let's get together again next week.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #194

Welcome to another of our popular weekend spanko brunches. If you are a new reader, you are encouraged to join the conversation. We are all friends here.

Today's topic is one Bonnie first presented several years ago, and I don't know how I overlooked it before. I think you'll enjoy it.

What would you include in your spanking resumé? Which of your experiences or insights are unique and interesting? How is your perspective on the topic of spanking different from most?

Leave your response in the comments section below, and once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart