Trying something different. Curious how many will respond. Curious if you will write more than one sentence. The question for you is:
In your home, which room is most used for spanking?
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I posted about thinking I was going to faint at the imaging center on Monday. I have been headed downhill since then. Twice in the past, Leukemia has put me in bed or a recliner for a week or so. This may be another event. Bed at 7 last night. Up at 4, back to bed at 7 for another hour or so. Slept 13 hours the next day.
This explains why I have not posted this week.
Hang in there Bogey. I'm invariably spanked in the living room these days.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mark. Just one sentence?
DeleteNo, that was two sentences! :-) I'm a man of not too many words. Last spanking was 8 strokes with the cane bent over and holding the coffee table. Coffee table is in the centre of the living area with plenty of room to swing. Wife is training me to not crunch ice... mostly successfully but with occasional lapses that result in a sore bottom.
DeleteTrue enough, but only one sentence in response to the question. You may be like most men, not verbose unless the topic is, for instance, sports. Sounds like your caning are for discipline, not for fun. I try to present fun or erotic spanking. Bacall liked the LR also. But it was always erotic for her.
DeleteIt's my kink, I like spankings for fun but the discipline aspect is also a game.
DeleteHope you get better soon!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave. No spanking to report?
DeleteSpanked in the Kitchen
ReplyDeleteAnother Day in Paradise
The belt hung heavy on its hook by the front door, worn leather coiled neatly like a sleeping snake. It had been there so long, but nobody touched it not since the last time, anyway.
Jenna stood in the kitchen, barefoot on cold tiles, stirring a pot of beef stew with more force than necessary. The steam curled around her face, sticking her dark hair to her temples. She tasted a spoonful out of the pot. She hoped that maybe, somehow, simmering anger would've improved the recipe.
The front door creaked open, Jenna didn't turn around. "If you're here to criticize my cooking again, save it," she snapped. The spoon clattered against the pot's rim.
Jenna heard the familiar thud of takeout bags hitting the counter before she felt the heat of him behind her. Calloused fingers circled her throat not squeezing, just resting there like a warning. "Told you last time," his voice rumbled against the back of her neck, "spoon goes clockwise. Counterclockwise means you're stirrin’ up trouble." His thumb brushed her pulse point, and she swallowed hard.
The five-finger necklace. That’s what he called it when she’d arch into his grip instead of pulling away. When her bratty little huffs dissolved into shivers. The belt might’ve gathered dust, but his hands never forgot their way around her defiance.
Jenna's shoulders dropped half an inch just enough for him to notice. A silent plea disguised as surrender. His fingers twitched against her throat in response, that rough palm pressing firmer until her breath hitched deliciously. She arched back against him, hips rolling into the counter’s edge.
"Always gotta push, don’t you?" His chuckle vibrated through her spine as he nudged her forward, bending her over the kitchen island. The takeout bags rustled as he shoved them aside with one hand, the other already working the tie of her sweatpants. Cool air kissed the backs of her thighs when the fabric pooled around her ankles. She clenched her fists in anticipation, forehead pressed to the granite.
The granite chilled her cheek as she exhaled, body taut like a bowstring. His palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades not restraining, just *present* and the weight of that single touch unraveled something knotted deep in her ribs. Jenna didn’t want gentle. Gentle was for people who hadn’t memorized the way leather sounded when it slipped free of belt loops.
His fingers trailed down her spine, slow enough to make her squirm. "This what you been itching for, girl?" The tease in his voice prickled her skin. She hated when he made her ask. Hated how her thighs wanted to open for him. The first smack cracked through the kitchen like a gunshot, sharp enough to startle a gasp from her lips before the burn bloomed across her backside. Jenna sighed, Just Another Day in Paradise.
"T" days (Tues & Thurs) are morning maintenance spankings...in the "grand" room, bench for the dinner table for my knees, bending over the table, just the right height for my mistress, plenty of room for those swings...gotta keep in shape for the weekend fun!...Wishing you better health Bogey, hang in there bud.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the good wishes. Actually feeling better today. Bacall, not so much.
DeleteI have a dedicated “spanking room”, which doubles as a guest room. If those walls could talk! If my guests only knew of the activities those walls could share! I like to walk into that room and enjoy the memories that are triggered.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for you and Bacall as you navigate these health challenges.
First, thanks for the good wishes. I am feeling better today. Bacall, not so much.
DeleteI can't tell who gets spanked in your spanking room, but that was not part of the question.
I could read it as guests get spanked there. Then it becomes quite interesting.
We sure had quite a few guests come to our home and there was spanking in all rooms.
Well, over the decades we have done it in pretty much every room. But one of our favorites is in front of the full-length mirror in our master bathroom. There's good lighting, and it's fun to be able to see each others' faces and for the one getting spanked to watch the spanker swinging the implement, as well as to be able to monitor how quickly and seriously their bottom is reddening up. Our bathroom is connected to a walk-in closet, and we have a bench in there for putting on socks and shoes that is good for putting each other into various spanking positions. Also, pervertibles are close at hand -- hairbrushes on the counter by the sink, bathbrush in the shower stall, belts and sandals in the closet...
ReplyDeleteSounds great. I had a floor-to-ceiling mirror installed in our bedroom. Only afterwards did we discover its many uses. We never had a walk-in closet of that size. Our walk-in was only wide enough to let you pass through racks of hanging clothes on both sides. It was wide enough to take Bacall in and tend to her with her belt (which will be in an upcoming story post by a reader) She was then ravished on the floor of the closet. Which pleased her immensely. Now we only get on the floor for a really good reason and a well-thought-out plan to get back up.
DeleteThe bedroom is the room of choice, but we once used the couch in the family room regularly until we replabed it. I miss that couch.
ReplyDeleteThe replacement is not suitable for spanking??
DeleteMy wife says I am too heavy for OTK now.
DeleteWe never did OTK on the couch. Bacall liked to kneel on. the cushions.
DeleteMostly in the bedroom. However, in our summer home, we have a retractable rack to keep bikes and camping equipment up high and it works well for a whipping trestle. Additionally, I built a spanking bench that I rest on the magazine table in our living room so she has full range for full swings of the cane, tawse and straps.
ReplyDeleteI welcome all the comments. I tire of hearing only my own words. The mention of a spanking bench jogged my memory about the one I built. I posted about spanking benches before. I think I will again. Thanks for the memory jog.
DeleteWe have used the couch in the living room, the coffee table, and laying on the bed with pillows underneath. The more daring ones have been the garage, with the door open, and the open plan kitchen Island because we have a big picture window that over looks 5 miles of farmland. We always laugh because if someone happens to be scanning the hills with binoculars at just the right time, they might get a surprise. Of course, all of this doesn't count any pervertibles found in big box stores.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking the chance of anyone scanning the hills with binoculars at just the right time is slim.
DeleteBacall has gone to the woodshed many times and returned in her skimpies. The shed is only a few car lengths away from. the patio, with fences and shrubs, but she likes the thrill.
A dedicated 'playroom', with a massive leather covered bean bag, mirrors in strategic positions. But, Bogey I would lay odds you would have guessed that already. Keep fighting, the Good Lord will let you know when it's time to stop.
ReplyDeleteMirrors, cameras. I have seen pictures of one gal aiding a couple in inserting his penis. Totally unnecessary. So having assistants hold mirrors at just the right angle and take pictures would have been nice.
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