tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41789982324883141072024-03-18T08:53:36.668-04:00Hermione's HeartA mature woman's sensitive, often humorous, and always unique perspective on consensual erotic spanking.Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.comBlogger4428125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-31555749906185629872024-03-18T07:00:00.032-04:002024-03-18T07:50:09.698-04:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 17<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrT4WjCKLH6U0yyyoSBSJbkZNXGk4R4C0QSZbRJHd3ZH-ED3ltCtsfVWJEfWmYJFd7ZXWEpx8LOk-KTMfMwz_aZnflzSlpCoY1tX3sPQNaj1_lihYG2QEgzmgdR18PXTpTOIgFlvO67Dgbk-Aw1LUwsJnk4ODTlbVgi1zDLD7g8Gie0POGz9bZXR1ELY/s1839/green-beer-recipe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1228" data-original-width="1839" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrT4WjCKLH6U0yyyoSBSJbkZNXGk4R4C0QSZbRJHd3ZH-ED3ltCtsfVWJEfWmYJFd7ZXWEpx8LOk-KTMfMwz_aZnflzSlpCoY1tX3sPQNaj1_lihYG2QEgzmgdR18PXTpTOIgFlvO67Dgbk-Aw1LUwsJnk4ODTlbVgi1zDLD7g8Gie0POGz9bZXR1ELY/w400-h268/green-beer-recipe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>Our topic was trying to get out of being spanked, and here's what you said.</i></p><p>Dan: Since all our spankings are disciplinary, oh yes, I've tried to get out
of many of them. They say "justice delayed is justice denied," and delay
is my go-to move for trying to get out of one.</p><p> Sage: I am always trying to get into a spanking, not out of one. But then my
spankings cause me pleasure & no serious pain. I am grateful though
that my vanilla partner is willing to spank me twice a week, for between
30 minutes & an hour, interspersed with vanilla stuff. He's stopped
asking me "Have you had enough?" because he knows by now I'll always
say "No, I'm insatiable. Stop when you are tired." </p><p>Bonnie: I would say very seldom, and never without a good reason. We generally
agree to postpone the spanking until a better time, but I don't get out
of it.</p><p>Graham: Nope! Never had a spanking that wasn't well deserved -- or at least pretty well deserved! </p><p>Wendel: I would have to agree with Sage Blum. The Misses and I are happy to get spanked.</p><p>Roz: I may have protested verbally on the odd occasion but the spanking
always happened. There have also been times where Rick has decided not
to spank and I have said "I thought you would spank". A dodgy move
perhaps lol, </p><p>Jack: No way, tried everything, not going to happen, my wife/mommy isn't going to change her mind.</p><p>FL: Was role playing with a new partner, I pleaded a little too
enthusiastically not to be punished and she let me off the hook. Then the
penny dropped and boy, did she make up for it!</p><p>Prefectdt: I'll say a big fat no to that question :)</p><p>Barrel: Our spankings are consensual so either of us can opt out…for a while.
We use spanking as a prelude to intimacy and if there is a better or
more desirable offering at the time, either of us can pick a better
option. Spankings are also used for disciplinary, educational and
stress relief reasons, and while not always implemented at the time of
the triggering event, we always get to the thrashing, but not until both
of us feel the time is right.</p><p>A.J.: Nope!!! Good Lord, why? Too much fun! </p><p>Allow me nominate poster “FL” for providing us the “Comment of the day!” That one made me laugh.</p><p>Hermione: Like many of you, I would never try to avoid a spanking. Bring it on, I say!<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-68249342833288099122024-03-17T07:00:00.000-04:002024-03-17T07:07:56.057-04:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #531<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAB4qhC9yudrGIQtPCWBakGX7lpfphVNv4WLF3W_BMJi9PJpr5ze4C30Xj1VXekEPuS0mCg3a_OQyfNEjKZ3C1kZWIZdAeYBNiMMoG8y9rRq99G-E1geyGvA420WLBfRaSYzqw46l-SYN_xt_mZQ24E4ZYwtPlC40qMxywGy_TndSzgBDaG-FLA-SMVj0/s700/shamrock-mini-cupcakes21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="700" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAB4qhC9yudrGIQtPCWBakGX7lpfphVNv4WLF3W_BMJi9PJpr5ze4C30Xj1VXekEPuS0mCg3a_OQyfNEjKZ3C1kZWIZdAeYBNiMMoG8y9rRq99G-E1geyGvA420WLBfRaSYzqw46l-SYN_xt_mZQ24E4ZYwtPlC40qMxywGy_TndSzgBDaG-FLA-SMVj0/w400-h269/shamrock-mini-cupcakes21.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Top of the morning to you all! On this St. Paddy's Day weekend we have an interesting topic to explore.</p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Do you or your partner ever try to get out of being spanked? If so, what techniques are used and do they work?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for yet another great topic.</p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-91797957398774520642024-03-15T07:00:00.001-04:002024-03-15T07:52:59.630-04:00The Perils of Persnickety, Part 4<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbXRMr2SaG6q8sD2JvmxIir1u6vAtPngl8DAv0HeLMfP-5uHoDufGsO7mL-PgAnWBPGhCk3YTfi_tJ4q5IPsHcy1BpirRubgORuufhct1DM-61OVM99jQvR1HOjha5IHULVqC9eqcHEgOhocbaqIRWYwEEKiOsuV_fh-6eNnWOlpibkbwyu3WJPRsY2Fk/s4032/17%20Rosita%20seeks%20KD%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-36532099173336369142024-03-14T07:00:00.011-04:002024-03-14T07:35:56.577-04:00The Perils of Persnickety, Part 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdEJOOMDEpZHpjCD81Y1HgrNNuYs4-JSJBZ-bQq48W-SgfxHo-HgHhN97GhG2dxMHp5sSTXUyXIbT4bmoEV0l04lve7HGYaba4Pp805xGeMEnCVJTwnyrGoOZl3TvEDnE4WDaH6vxiQt4UunDLNt8yNXsV0qU50tXV4i131w_GnphzWWlTraDnHVmY3Y/s4032/12%20after%20wheel%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdEJOOMDEpZHpjCD81Y1HgrNNuYs4-JSJBZ-bQq48W-SgfxHo-HgHhN97GhG2dxMHp5sSTXUyXIbT4bmoEV0l04lve7HGYaba4Pp805xGeMEnCVJTwnyrGoOZl3TvEDnE4WDaH6vxiQt4UunDLNt8yNXsV0qU50tXV4i131w_GnphzWWlTraDnHVmY3Y/w640-h480/12%20after%20wheel%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4u-nxLp_yhOMwO3RVB2-ANspiddoif5KOnCBMHS3_ktrqQbhqR8sXkqNYS4wIxPjNpR8_SGdUWa_NhU_u5OS2XnP1skvpYTjPA-dVV-WXW3qfQzxYq92DyPnsBpLscHXRA7mCSjyCQhR-XXnbP23NXEQX6yX19rrUDaGHIGiilrXR0OAywb4LfPHP4Q/s4032/13%20after%20wheel%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4u-nxLp_yhOMwO3RVB2-ANspiddoif5KOnCBMHS3_ktrqQbhqR8sXkqNYS4wIxPjNpR8_SGdUWa_NhU_u5OS2XnP1skvpYTjPA-dVV-WXW3qfQzxYq92DyPnsBpLscHXRA7mCSjyCQhR-XXnbP23NXEQX6yX19rrUDaGHIGiilrXR0OAywb4LfPHP4Q/w640-h480/13%20after%20wheel%203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCMQ9QbfrGBSwlJxXjhQD8_bB4DhtlnKEe6H6VGlK8zf46_xivW_TCU0n_TJJXZBWmM-9fBmB4sv0B9OowTwhQw-HF9dFYIPqQ_rvu0cYnRAUL0KtsLJ-VWsbA2LjKbyLugmeH0dKDxMBcHwEvLmfoTiGZYNNIkkhDp19s33bc1A6LlNGLbdY2UnoOIs/s3301/14%20school%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2353" data-original-width="3301" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCMQ9QbfrGBSwlJxXjhQD8_bB4DhtlnKEe6H6VGlK8zf46_xivW_TCU0n_TJJXZBWmM-9fBmB4sv0B9OowTwhQw-HF9dFYIPqQ_rvu0cYnRAUL0KtsLJ-VWsbA2LjKbyLugmeH0dKDxMBcHwEvLmfoTiGZYNNIkkhDp19s33bc1A6LlNGLbdY2UnoOIs/w640-h456/14%20school%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdan7nEaOL5yBW-SN5br4l-2yUpI1JUZh4uQ_ci2MhiDkfDtA6DNhmmF0ZoUYLwyUpLUrH-Nf1TTpbOd3G7ASm_rNpr11fG5cvIMbd0rG5gykWjy8vCtfZb4iREuSrLzViooZJmc7d8v6kRInn0rqE-xUJbINURGm0qGX5nVpyfQyuO5J63p6uF3np4BU/s4032/15%20Ros%20followup%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdan7nEaOL5yBW-SN5br4l-2yUpI1JUZh4uQ_ci2MhiDkfDtA6DNhmmF0ZoUYLwyUpLUrH-Nf1TTpbOd3G7ASm_rNpr11fG5cvIMbd0rG5gykWjy8vCtfZb4iREuSrLzViooZJmc7d8v6kRInn0rqE-xUJbINURGm0qGX5nVpyfQyuO5J63p6uF3np4BU/w640-h480/15%20Ros%20followup%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUOeVWYm_agakGClAJIPJz3q6SuTlV71yfPYsGMMRQlPpmwY6ynyGOFDW3tk3oMgpXUJn-6hxEUrqZYg6M1IsCWZjuwKQ3theidCJ8-PxrD8Q4l4mTZQyN9TJFERYPnMV3MKbvgHs2lVtaB_DFxHH3FL_S5kYVT_vbOyUSxpf7idit3j31LAF1Vy0HrE/s4032/16%20Rosita%20with%20judge%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUOeVWYm_agakGClAJIPJz3q6SuTlV71yfPYsGMMRQlPpmwY6ynyGOFDW3tk3oMgpXUJn-6hxEUrqZYg6M1IsCWZjuwKQ3theidCJ8-PxrD8Q4l4mTZQyN9TJFERYPnMV3MKbvgHs2lVtaB_DFxHH3FL_S5kYVT_vbOyUSxpf7idit3j31LAF1Vy0HrE/w640-h480/16%20Rosita%20with%20judge%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><span>Click on the image if you need to, to read all the text. Part 4 tomorrow!</span></p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-82525892722805910732024-03-13T07:00:00.010-04:002024-03-13T07:34:47.558-04:00The Perils of Persnickety, Part 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9H5aml_KuaRS1djsIRBxsa4k1slE-E2hnwi1CCpn0kz07dVR1gTDZZWiqCkjKrK8k11qRrL4Guw6a0FHk0zCKA3piiqBFd9CBSE5LZhOCVZhaHquFkSRdca4uOzEvVCnUkmyP6wUwoCzqfZhaqrGJQxAdUcXwMBECum-1_TnHVt7uUKK7p08L3-Q9kU/s4032/7%20KD%20naked,%20cop%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9H5aml_KuaRS1djsIRBxsa4k1slE-E2hnwi1CCpn0kz07dVR1gTDZZWiqCkjKrK8k11qRrL4Guw6a0FHk0zCKA3piiqBFd9CBSE5LZhOCVZhaHquFkSRdca4uOzEvVCnUkmyP6wUwoCzqfZhaqrGJQxAdUcXwMBECum-1_TnHVt7uUKK7p08L3-Q9kU/w640-h480/7%20KD%20naked,%20cop%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40aD8CO8LplCQwk7hgwhX_stG1EQv52rxFLf2HJghUZ3dPAAoeDEp5vEpvp26s7A2guVN19Uu6eJRQ_ix24z0IGP3fTRF8H7LzDY_L8IYLYk12ckneAUtKLyspcXaKnyFF5V0uWSAiyC9JvlGFh8i4jRZ7uTCXNEY2JZuhko3U-NDG7mSHVmSIhiGBi8/s3465/8%20KD%20judge%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2455" data-original-width="3465" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40aD8CO8LplCQwk7hgwhX_stG1EQv52rxFLf2HJghUZ3dPAAoeDEp5vEpvp26s7A2guVN19Uu6eJRQ_ix24z0IGP3fTRF8H7LzDY_L8IYLYk12ckneAUtKLyspcXaKnyFF5V0uWSAiyC9JvlGFh8i4jRZ7uTCXNEY2JZuhko3U-NDG7mSHVmSIhiGBi8/w640-h454/8%20KD%20judge%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrt-zcUcxKT5Mz3IDSyMmfV3z6HscrCSe7k55v10rKQGxBjBWFQuRHAZ7gBDnMG-8F-0FbLZjNTDJHZmas4FECqz3nmfFLYQ5Amy5WeFwZz6k5tcKuZHHIaSFwzcH62fON9YabQe-0LIqGUdmeWYNpWONBu-AYUhGHzF6xbVft1S6LYOhs8OcAMku-32I/s3789/9%20taken%20to%20wheel%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2657" data-original-width="3789" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrt-zcUcxKT5Mz3IDSyMmfV3z6HscrCSe7k55v10rKQGxBjBWFQuRHAZ7gBDnMG-8F-0FbLZjNTDJHZmas4FECqz3nmfFLYQ5Amy5WeFwZz6k5tcKuZHHIaSFwzcH62fON9YabQe-0LIqGUdmeWYNpWONBu-AYUhGHzF6xbVft1S6LYOhs8OcAMku-32I/w640-h448/9%20taken%20to%20wheel%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5avOHEvr3ap6_F1EoDUCJEgtEBYNbutAyh4rrKuuretuZhvRfScRDBcQ4MHcvpXBZbR20cMKqMFDxAT3ZnV1l92G7hLL08FCo-zu8nyqK1WquwA4uK2vrr099HKyHtInPUpdDrfdDelTpWY_MTTvBUR6pWuISHvFyzrqiuRw6tOeAt8ELn0qm0CUHhKQ/s4032/10%20wheel%20story%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5avOHEvr3ap6_F1EoDUCJEgtEBYNbutAyh4rrKuuretuZhvRfScRDBcQ4MHcvpXBZbR20cMKqMFDxAT3ZnV1l92G7hLL08FCo-zu8nyqK1WquwA4uK2vrr099HKyHtInPUpdDrfdDelTpWY_MTTvBUR6pWuISHvFyzrqiuRw6tOeAt8ELn0qm0CUHhKQ/w640-h480/10%20wheel%20story%203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPfpdSfC0gN7D1-meuqci60clcCu4zv4eQqo-xvBnCz257LJWuKtiY2za51a9fPJxQBC7YZByGJ2zs1MtvkVgs8E5IOZ0EiR25bzRBZjbTvqXOfJAS5yGZCZBCY94UH8QTt_FjSLQRlctUEjZ2-KTqWyt7iPUp0QX5dVb1vE_7cdLtckmxHoBemOztP8/s3620/11%20wheel%20pic%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2660" data-original-width="3620" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPfpdSfC0gN7D1-meuqci60clcCu4zv4eQqo-xvBnCz257LJWuKtiY2za51a9fPJxQBC7YZByGJ2zs1MtvkVgs8E5IOZ0EiR25bzRBZjbTvqXOfJAS5yGZCZBCY94UH8QTt_FjSLQRlctUEjZ2-KTqWyt7iPUp0QX5dVb1vE_7cdLtckmxHoBemOztP8/w400-h294/11%20wheel%20pic%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span>Click on the image if you need to, to read all the text. Part 3 tomorrow!<br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-32005370582243485362024-03-12T07:00:00.023-04:002024-03-12T07:48:40.217-04:00The Perils of Persnickety<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEGSTRHzpJKV5efhA4XHnS6RLJ1CQBLk4ja0Qlo_Q7GtXc26YkpiIvdEpYbERhBdJMXuxHoFG1hyXwH4bF9c9A8cicX4NRs9q-u3Y0kexikNNagOHBMk3HinPAT76ZaF3q8CiXvL9uOUDMgBrOXGlWz8OQSOXqO_f93sd26gSQkre-JTbXXvkm4K3prs/s2126/1%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1515" data-original-width="2126" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEGSTRHzpJKV5efhA4XHnS6RLJ1CQBLk4ja0Qlo_Q7GtXc26YkpiIvdEpYbERhBdJMXuxHoFG1hyXwH4bF9c9A8cicX4NRs9q-u3Y0kexikNNagOHBMk3HinPAT76ZaF3q8CiXvL9uOUDMgBrOXGlWz8OQSOXqO_f93sd26gSQkre-JTbXXvkm4K3prs/s320/1%20cover.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Our good friend KDPierre wrote a fanciful description of a fantasy implement at our brunch some weeks ago. Inspired by his effort, he went on to create a story complete with excellent artwork, all in the style of Dr Seuss. I was impressed by his effort, and he has allowed me to share it with you here. It's quite long, so I'll be sharing it in four parts. Before you read part one, you may want to refresh your memory by reading his original description <a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/2024/02/recap-spanko-brunch-20-for-february-11.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRzQL3V1BU8ZpO3J4VKbn_0ojklX873CCzRERABO1b20d-bHNPbUxzTEPl1iCQ-sm-zmLUo_G6gdly8AGAvmU6gy4cpX-2rxwt8cT_yzHhUOZhFeDFenuPmvZplibhjrtwPBpW2l9SjHynZUW0RI2JqT2bzdh0vzQ7J1rfzGB04XJyE5MOAju_knU47c/s2565/2%20welcome%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1819" data-original-width="2565" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRzQL3V1BU8ZpO3J4VKbn_0ojklX873CCzRERABO1b20d-bHNPbUxzTEPl1iCQ-sm-zmLUo_G6gdly8AGAvmU6gy4cpX-2rxwt8cT_yzHhUOZhFeDFenuPmvZplibhjrtwPBpW2l9SjHynZUW0RI2JqT2bzdh0vzQ7J1rfzGB04XJyE5MOAju_knU47c/w400-h284/2%20welcome%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FratDwISGGESsTPPLKmqryrv7oI9Q4aro-UdSytWxr4pHZBdwecTRu-KdaTfxQAtvvHRXw3_g2sX93p04yq016AuYeyVl0xNX_6BNR1yNPh5ctpQizsRfJGtnMRyqJmLx-XUjygKIlWI_B2xSkS3Ey-gL3tG6hyphenhyphenK7oswZTruk9z-_3m0_gH7c2r6I7w/s2603/3%20welcome%20text%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1847" data-original-width="2603" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FratDwISGGESsTPPLKmqryrv7oI9Q4aro-UdSytWxr4pHZBdwecTRu-KdaTfxQAtvvHRXw3_g2sX93p04yq016AuYeyVl0xNX_6BNR1yNPh5ctpQizsRfJGtnMRyqJmLx-XUjygKIlWI_B2xSkS3Ey-gL3tG6hyphenhyphenK7oswZTruk9z-_3m0_gH7c2r6I7w/w400-h284/3%20welcome%20text%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JlUxpWPnX1O5fiddI258-xAXoDQ7QczCbJaGesBNkJp3stvUJl05Mf4vWh6Jv31db2Cl0bMYy04mx_Nm7xfZiG4CRdKJ5pa85boP4AMwEKheio6MmH4ihs7rFL7xPj5MVO2rw__4V6jbLGYlTHR0FTDg8fTC4SubzAUhBsEezlxgj89ThW9VpOLlUPo/s4032/4%20Rosita%20intro%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JlUxpWPnX1O5fiddI258-xAXoDQ7QczCbJaGesBNkJp3stvUJl05Mf4vWh6Jv31db2Cl0bMYy04mx_Nm7xfZiG4CRdKJ5pa85boP4AMwEKheio6MmH4ihs7rFL7xPj5MVO2rw__4V6jbLGYlTHR0FTDg8fTC4SubzAUhBsEezlxgj89ThW9VpOLlUPo/w640-h480/4%20Rosita%20intro%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb-QIjnYrzS2laTrbI6Czv_AwWVbjCHkiRO_BwvrmeO1umqDeocqgiX2rJmRJq54wTMGqzNs7AEyLNTHGTmAjLRxYA1eUBTU-OPMHEmWZR3J7jskOFQ9llS9YsMHsECSuTIQQ4dLIobD2XodfL1R1dvgJE9TslcmidptKKQ2DGivoT5cYKGo_9NSnV2w/s4032/5%20KD%20and%20cop%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb-QIjnYrzS2laTrbI6Czv_AwWVbjCHkiRO_BwvrmeO1umqDeocqgiX2rJmRJq54wTMGqzNs7AEyLNTHGTmAjLRxYA1eUBTU-OPMHEmWZR3J7jskOFQ9llS9YsMHsECSuTIQQ4dLIobD2XodfL1R1dvgJE9TslcmidptKKQ2DGivoT5cYKGo_9NSnV2w/w640-h480/5%20KD%20and%20cop%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQR88jyLztop3geQVRM7jyBnFMqCvvRxglYs5yFdvUGny25TsURE-BC8QmOoRk_7JOo4sBq2KO8tCHz6YvxCnst9jLt6JqzTSsn_w8Sz8vFw8xrOVH6JJSQD51cFbD3vym8-05yZkWPyNGwlDrJF5XwECCjbJzrwWdb_I6ANT10CUetzn0RohlRm-emc/s3144/6%20KD%20cop%203.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2249" data-original-width="2800" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQR88jyLztop3geQVRM7jyBnFMqCvvRxglYs5yFdvUGny25TsURE-BC8QmOoRk_7JOo4sBq2KO8tCHz6YvxCnst9jLt6JqzTSsn_w8Sz8vFw8xrOVH6JJSQD51cFbD3vym8-05yZkWPyNGwlDrJF5XwECCjbJzrwWdb_I6ANT10CUetzn0RohlRm-emc/w640-h458/6%20KD%20cop%203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>Part Two tomorrow. I'm sorry some of the text on the right side is truncated, but I had to enlarge the images for ease of reading. You can click on the image to see it all.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-50725616294140021452024-03-11T08:00:00.039-04:002024-03-11T08:13:38.234-04:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 10<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiCYGQ1Q_wUf-lJ838_SRzKMB5yyOyJkHTjZNnGD21JyMWEEfWcgwtkSZFurLIBLK6hHcAJ6qlJC_N4Mf6_5s3YrLGnWRCP15SqMZxUjiMub2NpdRapZic2W0VIcJnTBCiOvV-ifQo3qnTP4jjzsTb1ZwT1SVXMsXQX19EC5dmUpmU8avJzOamAB9ZyI/s288/salad.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="288" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdiCYGQ1Q_wUf-lJ838_SRzKMB5yyOyJkHTjZNnGD21JyMWEEfWcgwtkSZFurLIBLK6hHcAJ6qlJC_N4Mf6_5s3YrLGnWRCP15SqMZxUjiMub2NpdRapZic2W0VIcJnTBCiOvV-ifQo3qnTP4jjzsTb1ZwT1SVXMsXQX19EC5dmUpmU8avJzOamAB9ZyI/w400-h300/salad.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>How have your spankings changed over time?</i></p><p>Wendel: The Misses has been naked the last few paddlings in the woods, so I
guess we have gotten a bit braver. Other than that, spanking at home
have remained the same.</p><p>Sage: It hasn't been that long for me, but I've bought all these new
implements from Cane-iac, Etsy and Amazon. We keep experimenting to see
how they work. They all feel different. We're trying implements in
different positions, although mostly OTK. Some toys feel a lot different
in wheelbarrow, or when I'm bending over a chair, than OTK. Just a lot
of exploring and then staying more with those positions & toys that
work well for both of us for erotic spanking.</p><p>Roz: I'm not sure the spankings themselves have really changed, but what does change is the reason behind them due to the ebb and flow and changes in our dynamic and the
feelings, emotions behind them. Punishment, play, role affirmation etc.</p><p>Mary: The spankings themselves have not changed at all. Once a month, after
dinner on the first Friday, I clean up the kitchen and go up to our
bedroom and wait for my wife. After reviewing my behavior the past
month, I go over her knee. How hard I am spanked and for how long is
determined by her assessment of my behavior.<br /><br />What has changed is
my behavior and my attitude. I am much better at taking care of the
house, I respect my wife's authority and I am eager to please her in
bed.<br /><br />Most importantly, she looks at me lovingly as her helpmate.</p><p>Jack: In the beginning my wife used her hairbrush, her mother said the bath brush does a better job, trust me it does. She
decided also that when I need a spanking, which has always been over
her lap, never changed.<br />Early bed time really happened quickly.<br />Spanked
in front of others, my mother-in-law happened really at the first,
along with the fact my mother-in-law at her home did the spankings.<br />Others, well a couple of her best friends now see the spanking, or me facing the wall afterwards.<br />The
latest is the worst. I face not the wall, but her or who ever else is
present. I can be naked, or just having my pants and underpants around
my ankles, all on display, and that tells me I have really crossed the
line and been a very naughty little boy. </p><p>Barrel: Ours have changed on two fronts. First, the emotional connection. We
have morphed from purely foreplay, to tension relief for both of us. As
a dominant in my former business life, a long thrashing is a dam
breaker for me emotionally and a port for my wife to release tension I
have reluctantly gifted her. Finally, we have changed from just, OK…OTK
to a planned build up, orchestrated teasing, use of other toys that
culminate with bondage necessary for a long and intense thrashing.<br /><br />It will be interesting to hear from others how theirs have changed.</p><p>Bonnie: I think our spankings have evolved a lot as we've moved through life.
They tend to be less intense physically, but more intense
psychologically. Randy has learned how to get inside my head and feed
my kinks. By the time he's finished, I feel thoroughly punished.</p><p>Rosco: Well, it’s been over 40 years. Almost from the beginning, it’s been spanking followed by cunnilingus then intercourse.<br /><br />Irene
paddled me hard with a hairbrush on our honeymoon in 1982, but we
stopped using one soon after. I remember being very nervous buying a
riding crop at a western store before you could buy such at a thing at a
sex shop or over the internet.<br /><br />From 1985 til 2005 or so, our
sessions would often be nooners when the kids were at daycare or school.
Intense, wonderful and satisfying - but often a bit hurried.<br /><br />When
our youngest went off to college, we started to take our time. Lots of
foreplay. Irene would spank me, leave, then return 20 minutes later and
start all over. She’ll dress up - yesterday she was a southern belle. I
buy Irene low cost dresses on the Internet - fun stuff that’s not her
normal personality but not the usual sex outfits. At some point we
started getting into bondage - it works for us but she’s not altogether
competent in strapping me down. We’ve experimented with many other
activities on the kinkier side - some things we do once or twice then
move on - like her peeing on me. Other things we incorporate from time
to time like ice cubes in my bottom.<br /><br />These days, Irene uses a two
tailed leather strap, a leather paddle and a riding crop. She’s learned
not to strike the far hipbone and is usually a tad gentler when she
whips me between the legs. <br /><br />We’re almost 70 and have these
passionate encounters about once a week. We take our time. In the old
days it was almost daily but done much more quickly.<br /></p><p>Hermione: I think that what's really changed for me is my need for spanking. When we first got into it, I was almost desperate for it to happen. Over time, I have come to realize that I will always be spanked regularly, so no need to fret about it. Now I pretty much take it for granted, although there is still a feeling of anxious anticipation as the time approaches.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-91702549483516499232024-03-10T07:00:00.000-04:002024-03-10T07:16:45.064-04:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #530<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH82IOYQCLp_R9L7dHft2ODtPNtaSc5OZfXBYHEaLSgzqR9SvsQ6Fg2yUb6zqbDte8OvbJH-swGMZM0Ypl5-ZTWrzzc8GlqFpYRoAlPAA-NdZLXCQ4OlNZ2tAo-93DbHHLFIVRaIcBYKjG8cR8GBZEus4rlwuN4GLEUvBOMNxCXjX_ZzXy4A0uVZcGMp8/s1200/offee-boost-se-329p.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH82IOYQCLp_R9L7dHft2ODtPNtaSc5OZfXBYHEaLSgzqR9SvsQ6Fg2yUb6zqbDte8OvbJH-swGMZM0Ypl5-ZTWrzzc8GlqFpYRoAlPAA-NdZLXCQ4OlNZ2tAo-93DbHHLFIVRaIcBYKjG8cR8GBZEus4rlwuN4GLEUvBOMNxCXjX_ZzXy4A0uVZcGMp8/w400-h210/offee-boost-se-329p.webp" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome! Come on in, you're just in time for some lively conversation about spanking. Some of you may just be starting out on your spanko journey, and many of you have been at it for a long, long time. Either way, we'd like your feedback on this week's topic.<br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">How have your spankings changed over time?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for this week's topic.</p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-42677613587806556892024-03-09T07:00:00.001-05:002024-03-09T07:40:07.715-05:00You Completed the Caption<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJjLsOGJ4SHpn4XUBPOr03Z5rBvYyGo2g3FOqqm-r9-lClktK_tLmubQzqo97bTbBbveHgjXC57v8ZAQu4D9db48s4uDFGJ02Ef4HOTnl646MeP9LCx3EBWhCNLLFlMNWjOD4Jf2s31ZL8bX4f4PKikbcnIQ9QgGGV-BNkX5R6xtaPL8QSh8Vz8gFjJc/s252/vintage%2009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJjLsOGJ4SHpn4XUBPOr03Z5rBvYyGo2g3FOqqm-r9-lClktK_tLmubQzqo97bTbBbveHgjXC57v8ZAQu4D9db48s4uDFGJ02Ef4HOTnl646MeP9LCx3EBWhCNLLFlMNWjOD4Jf2s31ZL8bX4f4PKikbcnIQ9QgGGV-BNkX5R6xtaPL8QSh8Vz8gFjJc/w317-h400/vintage%2009.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><p>Rosco: Heidi admired her own soft flesh in the mirror, knowing that Rosco was
surreptitiously peeking through the keyhole. She'd catch the naughty boy
in the act this time, and give him a sound thrashing. The prospect of
delivering a spanking was oddly titillating, or maybe just titillating.</p><p>Prefectdt: I'm not naked. I just don't have any clothes on.</p><p>Barrel: If you want me to drop my towel, it will cost you. Hand me my hairbrush and bend over the couch.</p><p>Sage: OK. I'm ready. When my boyfriend walks into this room, I'll bet he's
going to feel the urge to pull this cloth the rest of the way off of my
butt and then spank me. I can hardly wait.</p><p>Sore: The alabaster bosom will soon bloom with his hurried bite marks. The
alabaster bottom will turn scarlet under the loving strokes of his
fashionably thin leather belt. She blushes at the naughty thought that
paints her alabaster cheeks the faintest shade of pink. Regretfully, the
photograph cannot capture colours.<br /><br />Dear Hermione, may I use your lovely photograph?</p><p><i>Of course, help yourself :)</i></p><p>Roz: Well, my boobs are still sore from the crop last night but I can't see any marks.</p><p>KDPierre: Damned Amazon sent the wrong size skirt again.</p><p>Anon: After seeing me standing next to the bed like this, I can't believe the
first thing he did was to put me over his knee and use that damned
hairbrush on me. Now, given the way my bottom feels, I'm afraid to turn
around and see what kind of damage he did back there.</p><p>Deja Vu: I have a divine right.</p><p>Ronnie: Bathed and ready for her.</p><p>Hermione: Does this wrap make my bum look big?</p><p><i>That was fun! For more fun, please join us for brunch, coming up soon. </i><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-75486891400981395042024-03-07T06:00:00.021-05:002024-03-08T11:17:11.014-05:00Complete the Caption<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzP74-0h9hZ2wOiCboKBfojbx0i2yPxC5vs62kVzPB_S6SBLQnjM3UUacuYq1ZBtr4JasQSOmTY0rIBX-fT2mYaTBfBs9P6hLC9TiT6jNgAjdl4g13LNidrAksJwEluCZK_Ud22Hrm0skfnWLsSLr1NdxNKiC_ITQZYyPtaHKPtqwuUY20ZSKVUlkGSew/s252/vintage%2009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzP74-0h9hZ2wOiCboKBfojbx0i2yPxC5vs62kVzPB_S6SBLQnjM3UUacuYq1ZBtr4JasQSOmTY0rIBX-fT2mYaTBfBs9P6hLC9TiT6jNgAjdl4g13LNidrAksJwEluCZK_Ud22Hrm0skfnWLsSLr1NdxNKiC_ITQZYyPtaHKPtqwuUY20ZSKVUlkGSew/w317-h400/vintage%2009.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><p>Our local antique shop is a wonderful place, filled with all sorts of treasures. This vintage photo is a priceless peek into the past. Who is the woman, and what might she be thinking?</p><p>Complete the caption by leaving a comment below, and I'll publish them before our weekly brunch.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-16777422242675635072024-03-05T05:00:00.016-05:002024-03-05T05:00:00.154-05:00Still Going Strong<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3ZdbaPFiSDGDdMYYM_HlQGzhCdB0IuXEp1ypU5toutiwmb8b0MTRNcW2r75KD5SrszD2oA7awaMLHNQifJblkOLJ2P1woumXCmyzjKFcd9Cb1tfg_zmQxCZurrVpU-8M7sXNZWONhJN72vMF-1ag2WVtDG1tx92UAv_oCkO-ZjD0YgSN6UN1NN4W_n4/s1081/14%20today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1081" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3ZdbaPFiSDGDdMYYM_HlQGzhCdB0IuXEp1ypU5toutiwmb8b0MTRNcW2r75KD5SrszD2oA7awaMLHNQifJblkOLJ2P1woumXCmyzjKFcd9Cb1tfg_zmQxCZurrVpU-8M7sXNZWONhJN72vMF-1ag2WVtDG1tx92UAv_oCkO-ZjD0YgSN6UN1NN4W_n4/s320/14%20today.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><p>Today is a double celebration: my blog and I are both one year older. The blog is 14, and I am...older than that :)</p><p>Thank you to all my dear readers who have supported me through the years. I couldn't have done it without you.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-58215755400574847912024-03-04T07:59:00.001-05:002024-03-04T07:59:08.609-05:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3m4Y06X5dWqROqxEJblpqw2yVnEBvZzvvp25jhaz-3RXcqf48zqiUJuvn6_OdJD3sWr7-9e0_-HBqghKd74d-TQYXoJFRZrKv6S72lybRNM5QgTGoM0tqaKMedTZ6kgjdQE1FBtEUhy3QuEfgxeIc1N7aN3PCNs53p-UWtEDTChVGn_8VqxihalfV94/s259/cake01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3m4Y06X5dWqROqxEJblpqw2yVnEBvZzvvp25jhaz-3RXcqf48zqiUJuvn6_OdJD3sWr7-9e0_-HBqghKd74d-TQYXoJFRZrKv6S72lybRNM5QgTGoM0tqaKMedTZ6kgjdQE1FBtEUhy3QuEfgxeIc1N7aN3PCNs53p-UWtEDTChVGn_8VqxihalfV94/w400-h300/cake01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>How do we define ourselves?</i></p><p>Jack: I was looking for a woman who would take charge. I had could at times
spend too much, get mad if I did not get my way. It was dating a older
woman, the first time I was spanked as an adult by her, that the
spanking hurt, but it brought relief, security. The woman I married,
knew this older women, while dating I got out of line, was given the
choice of ending the relationship or getting a spanking. I took the
spanking knowing she would be easy on me. Boy was I wrong, she started
with the hand, and then the hairbrush. </p><p>Dan: I have a hard time defining my role, too. I'm on the receiving end of
spankings at home, and my wife and I have dipped our toes into a FLR
dynamic. Yet, I'm not remotely submissive in temperament or in my
day-to-day relationships. At heart, I am a Type A, dominant personality
that, as a result of those tendencies, feels a strong need to give up
control at home and to be accountable to someone (my wife) in a way that
is very different from my usual role.</p><p>Rosco: If I knew the term, I would have called myself a switch.<br /><br /> I
administered one very successful spanking in 1969 which preceded my
first trips to 1st and 3rd base - Martha encouraged me to skip 2nd base.
What a night that was.<br /><br />In the 1970s, the few times I tried to introduce spanking were unsuccessful and I was pretty discouraged and hesitant to ask.<br /><br />I
started dating Irene in 1980. We had a great honest relationship from
the onset. When I mentioned spanking, she seemed surprised, and said
she’d give it a try but she would be the one doing the spanking and had
no interest receiving one.<br /><br />My interest in being the top has
pretty much evaporated over the past 44 years, but I enjoy being spanked
as much as ever. If I wasn’t married, and were with a particularly
bratty woman I’d probably think about spanking her but I’ve pretty much
settled into being the spankee.</p><p> KDPierre: Submission can have many faces besides just taking a spanking. And even
then, the type of spanking one is willing to accept is also open to
personal needs and taste. Like Dan, I am not what people expect when
one thinks "submissive male". In fact when we came out to a few friends,
they weren't as surprised at the kink as much as who was in each role.
However, for us, our roles are a perfect fit.<br /><br />Now as to the 'why'
of it all? Well, for me, I know I can be many things...most of them
good...but others a bit frustrating for those around me. I also find
that besides enjoying spanking for fun, I sincerely benefit from
deserved punishments. They ground and balance me, and help with guilt.
(They also give Rosa (and others) an outlet for their feelings). I, like
others have admitted, have fallen into such a role with women who
learned that not only was such a lifestyle empowering for them, but that
it worked! Any hesitation or concerns disappeared as they found they
could address something that bothered them and rather than me feeling
resentment, I would sincerely apologize, and try to improve. It didn't
take long for the Tops in my life to realize the emotional and practical
benefits of using spanking as a household management tool!<br /><br />But I
am also sexually submissive and it has been decades since I had an
orgasm that wasn't formally approved by another. In fact I associate the
physical pleasure and release of orgasm with the final asking of
permission to come and hearing Rosa grant it. Since I am 'holding back'
until that permission is given, the granting of it and the subsequent
sensations have been inextricably linked for so long that I can't
imagine "just having an orgasm". It would seem...diminished or
incomplete.<br /><br />And I think the "why" for this level of submission to
the will of another is not the same as it is for spanking. I believe
for me, making myself an exception to the usual rule of everyone being
entitled to free orgasms whenever, I feel my role is reinforced, my
status and pride healthily diminished, and the actual orgasmic
experience elevated to something rare, special, and powerful.<br /><br />As
you can see, both are different, yet combined? Living a lifestyle where
my spouse can feel free to not only govern the household, but to feel no
obligation to granting orgasms unless she feels they are deserved,
establishes a very real world of 'reward and punishment' for me. And for
me, that is a good thing and makes everything better, including ...and
perhaps especially...my own behavior.</p><p>Hermione: I am naturally submissive, just as Ron is naturally dominant. That is reflected in both spanking and vanilla activities. I didn't decide to be this way; I just am.</p><p>Sage Blum: I can see how if you are a female spanko, who wants to be a spankee, or a
male spanko who wants to be the spanker, then traditional gender roles
of dominant male/submissive female seem to fit. So you go that
route--maybe even extra dominant/extra submissive to try to help your
success in the dating world, in finding a compatible partner. <br /><br />Although
in my particular relationship they don't fit. My partner and I were
attracted to each other partly due to our independence. There's no
consistent dominance or submission on the part of either of us--either
in the bedroom or elsewhere. And once I finally got the courage to ask,
spanking fit into our relationship just fine. Because it's all
"foreplay" to him. If he were a spanko, maybe he would be a switch.<br /><br />For
most female spankees and male spankers, I guess traditional gender
roles seem like they're not broke. So you don't fix them. Maybe you even
accentuate them. But for male spankees and female spankers, traditional
gender roles do seem broke. So you fix them.<br /><br />It sounds like it's all a matter of us doing things that we think can get our needs met, whatever those needs may be. </p><p>For me and my partner, traditional roles seemed broken, because we both
grew up in a strict religion. And both in the religious schools we
attended, and at home, gender roles and other hierarchical roles seemed
arbitrary and broken. Also, the idea of deserved punishment was foreign.
Punishments were arbitrary. We never believed that we or others we knew
who were punished, deserved it--or that anyone was punishing anyone out
of love. I realize now that that can sometimes be true, though it still
seems somewhat foreign to me.<br /><br />So all that seemed broken to us.
Which is why we choose to relate through frequent feedback, exploration,
communication and negotiation. Which is not for everyone, of course.
Just our way of fulfilling our own needs. <br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-25056415529497013882024-03-03T06:00:00.000-05:002024-03-03T06:42:56.397-05:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #529<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq76CZ3tABTYK9ArNYL8exXiiYd5FGDWu6ggIsU2PyhRw9C01QTduudEAiJlfnsUSSn2IX4osiL29NJ5liLS45IxoVqoOxBRgSQBeyqzrEsawlIweUlI_MYbAfzadi1cyPGmXq_MAHcuml6T7eXUjOwzMyFRsaVIvWX_QkdXhXCAxB3-aceNqekRAHoCs/s225/lion%20cake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq76CZ3tABTYK9ArNYL8exXiiYd5FGDWu6ggIsU2PyhRw9C01QTduudEAiJlfnsUSSn2IX4osiL29NJ5liLS45IxoVqoOxBRgSQBeyqzrEsawlIweUlI_MYbAfzadi1cyPGmXq_MAHcuml6T7eXUjOwzMyFRsaVIvWX_QkdXhXCAxB3-aceNqekRAHoCs/w400-h400/lion%20cake.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Welcome, one and all, to the first spanko brunch for the month of March. Today's topic was suggested last week by Sage Blum, one of our newest brunch guests and fairly new to spanking. I hope you can give her some good advice.</p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">I am curious about people who are dominant or submissive. What draws people to these roles? Since neither of us is consistently in a role, I don't even know what, if anything, my partner and I should call ourselves.</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.</p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-72162731305491498752024-02-28T07:00:00.012-05:002024-02-28T07:28:18.239-05:00Coffee, Tea or Me?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhg9cZYvWoCJrnjb8FUJbWZD8NarzbGakSsXVymDpLZEgjBRwhw7B-AhWlEF02NwTwtF1bEbd6i3z8GlAT2EvTAYVDymp3icLqjiRuFCl_bKtmsZ3RLehHsogSrXMYKBHKkv0dBoiIgtn4JpCEfJVlrCYLEjFspl5WVarv7Vs2r8hUGhdmyxWdkQCrXu0/s731/coffee.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="619" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhg9cZYvWoCJrnjb8FUJbWZD8NarzbGakSsXVymDpLZEgjBRwhw7B-AhWlEF02NwTwtF1bEbd6i3z8GlAT2EvTAYVDymp3icLqjiRuFCl_bKtmsZ3RLehHsogSrXMYKBHKkv0dBoiIgtn4JpCEfJVlrCYLEjFspl5WVarv7Vs2r8hUGhdmyxWdkQCrXu0/s320/coffee.png" width="271" /></a></div>Our good friend Boru has been scouring the interwebs for gifts for that special spanko someone, and he's scored another hit with this mug. Personalize it any way you want <a href="https://wanderprints.com/products/couple-after-years-hotter-than-this-coffee-gift-for-couples-personalized-mug?variant=40521685762130" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-63302558263887678192024-02-26T08:00:00.050-05:002024-02-26T08:02:04.039-05:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 25<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCWC6NoZJI0CYY5BXf_kADqfQhhACJ_0yBtGDGmRk-HN7-BxddVuwErxxSswOQJivzwIIGHjuaxIWBTO_-Hvirql7bYvNAD5iiYXogQ75qAF1AtTZZaslzH1YrGHnoxcZwOmNg_CVQ0t_XMCsUMrO75OKdzSDjCd7AcWVwLSFPUMME8igDLePljOWpWA/s2500/PNGPIX-COM-cookies-PNG-Transparent-Image.png-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1667" data-original-width="2500" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCWC6NoZJI0CYY5BXf_kADqfQhhACJ_0yBtGDGmRk-HN7-BxddVuwErxxSswOQJivzwIIGHjuaxIWBTO_-Hvirql7bYvNAD5iiYXogQ75qAF1AtTZZaslzH1YrGHnoxcZwOmNg_CVQ0t_XMCsUMrO75OKdzSDjCd7AcWVwLSFPUMME8igDLePljOWpWA/w400-h266/PNGPIX-COM-cookies-PNG-Transparent-Image.png-2.png" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>Do you have any positions that are a hard "No"?</i></p><p>Anon: Nope. No limit on position or safe. There are some I would prefer not be in, but wife's decision not mine.</p><p>Sage: It's not a hard limit. But we do almost nothing else except that OTK
position where my partner sits at the head of the bed and my head and
legs are comfortable and supported--and my butt is raised over a pillow
that's on his lap. We don't do other positions much, except wheelbarrow a
little bit, with my head supported on a pillow on the bed between his
calves. We've tried other positions, but that OTK one where I am spread
out on the bed feels best. Since this is all foreplay to my dear vanilla
partner, he does it the way I am most comfortable. And I have a totally
hedonistic attitude toward spanking. </p><p>Oh, it's not just the comfort for arms and legs here that makes this
{OTK at the head of the bed} position luxurious. It's the skin on skin
contact for both of us, since we wear no clothes when he spanks me. </p><p>Something I don't understand. In spanking story blogs, it sounds like
punishment and even funishment spanking people are really into
embarrassment and humiliation as part of the punishment. So if a
position is embarrassing, wouldn't you do it more? I don't get
embarrassed by any position myself. I either feel comfy or not. <br /></p><p>Roz: No hard limits as such, in general we stick to a few favourites. However
there are a few I don't think I would like, such as the diaper position
(which we have used on the rare occasion).</p><p>Bonnie: Not really, but sort of. My hard limits are positions that make my back or knees hurt. That's a bad kind of pain.<br /><br />Embarrassment
is never a concern for Randy. He takes great glee in caning me in the
diaper position or paddling me while bent over. He knows this is not
what I like and that it always hurts intensely. But at our house, this
is how spankings work.</p><p>Luvinhub: When my wife was punishing me there was no limits. We did not have many
positions that were used; the go to as Sage mentioned was on the bed
over her lap, I think that was for both of our comfort as well as the
intimacy of our bodies touching. Other positions was bent over the bed
standing when she had pulled out a wooden spoon in the kitchen. If she
had decided on any other position I would have obediently gotten into
that position. </p><p>Jack: My wife/mommy from the first spanking, over her lap is the only way I'm
spanked. She feels it adds to the spanking, it makes the one getting
the spanking to have no control and feel like a child. Also over her
lap there is no way I can escape the spanking, I'm totally under her
control and that insures that the spanking last as long as she feels
needed and I learn to be a good little boy. </p><p>Wendel: We want to be comfy before getting our butts whacked repeatedly with a paddle or belt, so we stick to pretty basic positions. </p><p>Prefectdt: Not so much hard limits, but more preferences not to, are diaper and
lunge. Mostly because you have to concentrate so much on holding these
positions that you cannot enjoy the spanking.<br /><br />Only real hard
limit, position wise, is kneeling on hard surfaces. This is because I
have had three operations on one knee and do not want to risk having any
more.</p><p><i>Welcome back, dear friend!</i></p><p>Rosco: Irene likes room to take a full swing with a paddle, crop, whip, strap or switch, so we never do OTK.<br /><br />
I like to be comfortable so I can appreciate the spanking. I recently
bought a “pouf” that I can kneel on while putting my chest on the bed. It
works pretty well.<br /><br />Irene sometimes instructs me to spread my legs
which leaves my balls in a more vulnerable position. She likes to smack
those as well, but does so more gently. But if a stroke intended for my
bottom misses it can really hurt - and detract from the fun of it all.<br /><br />Irene
also likes to tie me up in different ways. As long as it doesn’t stress
my back or neck, it’s all fun. She’s promised me a spanking today. </p><p>KDPierre: Depending on the circumstances I don't think so. I mean unless some
position is downright ridiculous, which then would be pretty unlikely to
surface, it doesn't seem too receptive to have a Top order a position
and then say, "Nah, I don't like that one."<br /><br />But the point is
pretty moot in that we have our usual ones that seem best suited to
certain situations and we tend towards just using what works. As for
rejecting a position based solely on its embarrassment factor?
Um...really? Is that actually a thing? LOL</p><p>Mark: We don't have hard limits but we definitely have preferred positions
depending upon what implement is being used. I like being paddled over
my wife's knee (especially with her holding my wrist behind my back)
mostly because of the contact. She however prefers to have me over a
bolster where she can get a better swing - part of why it's not my
preference!<br />As per other's comments, I'm also not really embarrassed
so that's not a factor. I like wheelbarrow (smaller swing and body
contact) but my wife didn't take to it. We've never tried diaper.</p><p>Hermione: I love the idea of OTK with Ron sitting on a chair and me draped over his lap, but in reality, it's not at all comfortable. I would gladly submit to any position Ron chooses, but he's happy to stick to the tried and true one with me bent over the end of the bed. I wouldn't care for being made to kneel as my knees aren't padded or very bendable any more.<br /></p><p><i>That was a wild ride! And thank you to Sage Blum, who has given me an idea for next week's question. See you then!</i><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-33050961785565812432024-02-25T06:00:00.000-05:002024-02-25T06:33:57.838-05:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #528<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeh5iw-FlOSPCkMA0ZjlhdfsydIibV3-P5OeufnUiTQ0XlcA6p6e7wqrf8sDljzMUxxHcL0xiwP24dJPj_kiP6hW0m6beER2nn41-uqDvQOIxhrodxWVZ7nPaq0WdPM0YXEmoyhPgHgNwSF8jG36YZGPCUXfcdZ-YdnW3HNfCxJxvp6jrQ1sj4KRCrxRU/s878/tortilla-eggs-I-howsweeteats.com-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="668" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeh5iw-FlOSPCkMA0ZjlhdfsydIibV3-P5OeufnUiTQ0XlcA6p6e7wqrf8sDljzMUxxHcL0xiwP24dJPj_kiP6hW0m6beER2nn41-uqDvQOIxhrodxWVZ7nPaq0WdPM0YXEmoyhPgHgNwSF8jG36YZGPCUXfcdZ-YdnW3HNfCxJxvp6jrQ1sj4KRCrxRU/s320/tortilla-eggs-I-howsweeteats.com-7.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><p>Just when I thought spring was coming, we were plunged back into the deep freeze of winter overnight. Oh well, March isn't far away, and in the meantime I will have to settle for some good old-fashioned seat warming. I'm up for pretty much anything, however I do have some hard limits. How about you?<br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Do you or your partner have hard limits in terms of spanking positions? Are there some that are too embarrassing to be used?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for this week's topic.</p><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-33954176454678100972024-02-23T07:00:00.003-05:002024-02-23T07:47:30.871-05:00You Completed the Caption<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaf4w6XMzinreBSRYqg6NM40hOXja1sPnfx4jG0TQZ9e5tgeWIkAIQ3UdBNxAKHND4fAreAaBGQbg4-kBVbiSgUutBQKkcH9LnYU_dYNlv7hxmI6oVVFLlpZkEvD7TXehvXtDLde1je-1hv8EMdm1vTVzajXT-3iOY7CMIKngSV6P9GpIc_-KjeqHkaz4/s746/bottom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaf4w6XMzinreBSRYqg6NM40hOXja1sPnfx4jG0TQZ9e5tgeWIkAIQ3UdBNxAKHND4fAreAaBGQbg4-kBVbiSgUutBQKkcH9LnYU_dYNlv7hxmI6oVVFLlpZkEvD7TXehvXtDLde1je-1hv8EMdm1vTVzajXT-3iOY7CMIKngSV6P9GpIc_-KjeqHkaz4/s320/bottom.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><p>There's the original caption, and I admit I had to look closely before I understood it. Our dogs go nuts for the red dot too.</p><p>Now let's see what you came up with.</p><p>Anon 1: Spanking 101: Alright, gentlemen, let's start with the basics. This is what you're supposed to spank.</p><p>KDPierre: Cat thinking: "I know what ONE set of instincts is telling me to
do...but why does ANOTHER set keep telling me I'm being set up?"</p><p>Roz: Target sighted.</p><p>Simon: The cat is thinking "if I wait a while that'll be a lovely warm place to sit".</p><p>Sage: How to entice your partner to spank you.</p><p>(Now I see the red dot.) How I became an incel. </p><p>Graham: Such a peachy perfect bottom and here I am stuck in a chastity cage! </p><p>(PS: hope mentioning that as a fantasy isn't out of bounds.)</p><p><i>Not at all!</i></p><p>Donn: "Which 'Pussy' is going to jump higher when the cat sinks its claws into the laser-dot?"</p><p>Wendel: Neighbor: That’s interesting. The Smith’s have a dog now. </p><p> Rosco: After the paddling, Louise not only couldn’t sit - she couldn’t even bear the thought of putting on panties.</p><p><i>That was fun! I see I wasn't the only one to miss the red dot.</i><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-6255390813533953682024-02-21T07:00:00.016-05:002024-02-21T07:38:36.199-05:00Complete the Caption<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAieVco2TB1q0zrTQBi16x0sksJ1crJ3R2JPY9NkxWh_T2E3FdIY_ddozk4TT4pacsw9dZHnIgeb9NPCByo-z0fbmgqg_gCSejVHTsBvkKuuoa90x45-__87ApD60ZAwSsKr-6Y7gBNsgldKvGaaKYoLZYeraFdBflrOYj87gPHrXJ8KFuDPqPxVaq18/s720/bottom1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAieVco2TB1q0zrTQBi16x0sksJ1crJ3R2JPY9NkxWh_T2E3FdIY_ddozk4TT4pacsw9dZHnIgeb9NPCByo-z0fbmgqg_gCSejVHTsBvkKuuoa90x45-__87ApD60ZAwSsKr-6Y7gBNsgldKvGaaKYoLZYeraFdBflrOYj87gPHrXJ8KFuDPqPxVaq18/w400-h300/bottom1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We haven't played complete the caption for quite a while, but when Boru sent me this pic, I knew it was time to renew the tradition.<br /><p>I invite you to be creative and add a caption to this photo. I'll reveal the actual caption that came with it once you've had a go.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-40741819597439118042024-02-19T08:00:00.042-05:002024-02-19T08:00:00.264-05:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 18<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoKKM1SOLm48KQtqhC3XBKrvoptgbCH0DqroUiidsQtJCeDlyxDMhlgTZDIVYm3YC7uCDAz2Jvd4ROekcrDT4fMet788-rqNxbNarj-Ost8V1Soq27Gz2E97JOPPyV2PBNXnhzg1HGv95fFkrwEeUW1pK5r1qT3JgvU9SZWXWFZoiefC_N8ASeaCrthU/s276/zzucchini-breadd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="276" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoKKM1SOLm48KQtqhC3XBKrvoptgbCH0DqroUiidsQtJCeDlyxDMhlgTZDIVYm3YC7uCDAz2Jvd4ROekcrDT4fMet788-rqNxbNarj-Ost8V1Soq27Gz2E97JOPPyV2PBNXnhzg1HGv95fFkrwEeUW1pK5r1qT3JgvU9SZWXWFZoiefC_N8ASeaCrthU/w400-h264/zzucchini-breadd.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>This week we discussed physiological changes that result from a spanking.</i></p><p>Wendel: When I spank the Misses by hand the palm of my hand is usually red and
my heart rate becomes elevated from the excitement of seeing her bottom
turn red. During a whipping with the belt the Misses will break out in a
sweat and eventually get tears in the eyes. For both of us we also love
to have lasting marks. Depending on what we get spanked with the marks
may last for at least week. Just an extra reminder of the love we have
for each other. </p><p>Roz: Heart rate and breathing rate increase plus a rise in body temperature
(not just my bottom). I also sometimes end up feeling a little
physically weak briefly afterwards and have been known to get the shakes
briefly afterwards also. </p><p>Bonnie: Do screaming and kicking count as physiological changes? If so, there's definitely that.<br /><br />I also experience rapid breathing, accelerated heart rate, flushed face, perspiration, raspy voice, and sexual arousal.<br /><br />Sometimes,
there are also some residual marks at the points of contact. Later, I
may experience an ache, a sunburn-like sensation, or itching.</p><p>Barrel: From the thrashing I received yesterday, I have vivid recollection of
rapid, heavy breathing, almost to the point of hyperventilating. I
sweat and drool on the towel under my head. I tried to kick my feet but
the Velcro straps held firmly. Like Roz, I was very uneasy on my feet
when I stood up off the bench and needed to hold onto a table for a few
minutes. After I sat down, I shook for about 5 minutes. I haven’t
looked at my backside but I am sure I have lines from the cane, red
spots from the tawse and a bruise or three from the hairbrush. But I
deserved everything I got which was the hardest punishment I have ever
received. </p><p>Sage: At the time I have the rapid breathing, accelerated heart rate etc. and
more of my natural lubrication that I had ever thought possible.<br /><br />Overall:
I sleep more soundly. Am calmer, which is probably related to a
decrease in stress hormones. Jillian Keenan on Youtube mentioned the
"white noise" of frustration disappearing, once one is no longer
frustrated. That's happened to me.<br /><br />I used to have a nervous
stomach and trouble digesting food. Now I have a calm stomach and may
have to start watching my diet so I don't gain too much weight. Which
isn't a problem, because I can just eat when hungry. I don't need to
overeat to deal with stress when we have the famous Vermont Country
Store stress releaser AKA bath brush AKA pervertible. <br /> <br />My
eyes and skin have lit up, my partner says. He looks more lit up too.
Maybe not from spanking me, as he's vanilla & it's just foreplay to
him. But he's getting more sex and more Ben & Jerry's (as Hermione
so discreetly refers to it) now that we do more "foreplay." He's happy.<br /><br />I
do feel the itching and sunburn like sensation. But I can't have marks.
My partner would have a cow if he left marks on me. I'm careful which
implements I buy. And I keep checking my butt every 30 minutes or so
after he spanks me. As soon as the redness disappears, I show him and
announce "See. I'm fine. You didn't injure me. It was just the blood
rising to the surface temporarily." </p><p><i>I can't take credit for Ben & Jerry's but I love it!</i></p><p>Jack: My wife/mommy insures my bottom is very, very warm, stinging, and a nice
shade of red. I squirm and kick a lot as the spanking takes effect. I
feel relieved, hard to explain, but my wife says my make up needs
a spanking, and not just a playful spanking.</p><p>Luvinhub: For me I would agree with the majority of everyone posted, so far;
heavier breathing, faster heart rate, and sweating. Often as the
spanking gets intense I thrash about trying to avoid being spanked in
the same area. I often have an erection or semi-erection before I am
punished, that changes drastically as I completely lose my erection and
shrivel to very small. The last portion is my body relaxes and accepts
the punishment once I fully submit to the punishment and stop fighting
it.</p><p>Rosco: It’s oddly relaxing - or maybe that’s not so odd.<br /><br />Irene will
often paddle or whip me with substantial intensity, then leave the room
for twenty minutes or even up to an hour. Sometimes I’ll be tied up. As
she leaves, Irene will tell me she’ll be back and not to move and to
behave.<br /><br />I’ll often take a wonderfully relaxing nap, then be ready for more of whatever when she returns.</p><p>Ronnie: Like others, rapid heart rate, raised body temperature, flushed face and sometimes a little shaky after.</p><p>Hermione: What Ronnie said.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-84178776631520999102024-02-18T06:00:00.000-05:002024-02-18T06:55:19.198-05:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #527<br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjqI-EjZ_fioeJoWIULxEYpniDf1yHUrfXPvgeVb8G93TW35wzQSyDjzNCpLkIgo5B7CiEoaBbxAPbxybV-9pF5TIDGoALQ0RL0WK4xRGxgyna_BkrFsTbQznsOjhdCRTedvUR_v9IlWd_hx1jn0G04e_BqoMbgNG1Sdbf5kdXzDfMwX2N2VXRX8lQ90/s600/penne-alla-vodka-small_1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjqI-EjZ_fioeJoWIULxEYpniDf1yHUrfXPvgeVb8G93TW35wzQSyDjzNCpLkIgo5B7CiEoaBbxAPbxybV-9pF5TIDGoALQ0RL0WK4xRGxgyna_BkrFsTbQznsOjhdCRTedvUR_v9IlWd_hx1jn0G04e_BqoMbgNG1Sdbf5kdXzDfMwX2N2VXRX8lQ90/s320/penne-alla-vodka-small_1.png" width="320" /></a></div><p>My goodness, how the week has flown by. I've been finishing up a project I was responsible for, and it's not been easy. It was a volunteer position, and I was happy to do it, until this year. A complete departure of all experienced members of the group left me struggling with newbies who had no idea of how things worked, so they all did their own thing in various ways. The frustration I felt left me with no alternative but to say that I was resigning. It feels good:)</p><p>Now for a little stress relief:</p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">We expect that spankings produce a red, sore, hot bottom. What other physiological changes do you observe?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for this week's topic.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p><p></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a><br />Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-89779971857419933442024-02-12T08:00:00.050-05:002024-02-17T07:39:38.756-05:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 11<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V9OTHAtY0UlDxJAeUhCySRuVRJNruMhsPbEAc9ikvoWTF3EsQ2bFzZvsrwzWVHRjtpESpXGElEln6NShxGWZcKC695TnnIN9sqbvnmJlK4UUDZTw0nVRDG24oVa1ASsjfRJhQ4E0yw9nBj4GYxKTzFgJdzOVkuzyV6U4vmmkclkBSo_uO2bO_Vtkwyc/s640/valentines-day-cupcake-recipes-1578068981.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="640" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V9OTHAtY0UlDxJAeUhCySRuVRJNruMhsPbEAc9ikvoWTF3EsQ2bFzZvsrwzWVHRjtpESpXGElEln6NShxGWZcKC695TnnIN9sqbvnmJlK4UUDZTw0nVRDG24oVa1ASsjfRJhQ4E0yw9nBj4GYxKTzFgJdzOVkuzyV6U4vmmkclkBSo_uO2bO_Vtkwyc/s320/valentines-day-cupcake-recipes-1578068981.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><i>Do you have a fantasy spanking implement that you would like to try?</i></p><p>Loki_Darksong: The Louisiana Prison Strap. <br /><br />A three foot long, four inch wide,
three eighth of an inch thick piece of leather with a wooden handle. I
had seen one in person many years ago at a party. But while I was
tempted to see how it would feel like I, regretfully, chickened out of
asking for a session with it. Although if I had been asked I more than
likely would have said yes. </p><p>Roz: Great question! Fantasy implement? I'm not sure,but definitely leather. Hmm, perhaps a strap?</p><p>Norse Cavalier: I've always wanted to buy a proper cane, of the kind used in schools.
Most canes online are shorter and don't have a hook. I usually prefer
OTK spankings, usually with my hand, but I'd like to try giving a woman a
proper caning at least once.</p><p>KDPierre: A "fantasy implement"? I guess it would have to be a Dr. Seuss "newer
and neater, stingy Who-thingy, wacky bun-beater" which is
essentially a kind of spanking machine that the naked victim (I guess,
me, LOL) is secured to with their bare butt suspended just above thick
leather paddles on a large paddle wheel powered by a bunch of
strong-legged Who's who scamper inside the wheel like overgrown
hamsters, turning it so that an endless barrage of whacks slam into your
(my) bottom over and over. To make it really fun, I think it would be
extra embarrassing for the victim (again likely me) to "dance with
jing-tinglers tied onto their heels" which in this case would be
oversized bells that ring as one can't help but kick from the pain. And
it would probably be very entertaining to anyone watching. And just
think: you'd have the sound of the Who's giggling, the squeak of the
wheel turning, the loud smacks of the paddles rhythmically slapping
against the bare flesh, the jing-tinglers ringing, and no doubt the
honest yelps of the victim (still me) reacting to the ever-growing
bottom-burn. As the Grinch lamented, "Oh the noise, noise, noise,
noise!"</p><p>Barrel: A dressage whip. They seem so thin and whippy. And I bet the resulting
impact delivers quite a precise sting. It’s probably a good thing we
don’t have one, as our toys travel with us from summer to winter houses
and I’m not sure how I might hide it.</p><p>Interesting topic this week. Thanks. <br /></p><p>Rosco: Well, it’s amazing how many interesting questions there are.<br /><br />Irene
and I have tried quite a few, and she mainly uses three while a handful
of others languish in our lockable box. A fair amount of art and
science has lead to the two tailed leather strap, a leather paddle and a
riding crop. All produce an intense but not severe sting, and are
gratifying for her to swing and she is able to hold on ok with her
mildly arthritic hands. She also likes the noise, so uses the riding
crop maybe a bit less.<br /><br />It’s hard to find a good switch in nature
in these parts, but sometimes I’ll spot a shoot from a wild plum tree in
late spring. We also once had a birch, purchased from Cane-iac, that I’d
soak before using. It was exquisite but eventually fell apart. I wonder
if it’s still available.<br /><br />Not exactly an implement, but I’d like
to try a spanking bench. Irene often ties me up before discipline, but I
like to be tied securely. Also, it would be ideal to have a cradle for
my head so there is no pressure on my neck. Yes, I like to be
comfortable when I’m being punished.</p><p>Wendel: I asked The Misses and we both agree that a Rube Goldberg style spanking
machine would be cool to try. Once turned on it goes through thirty
steps to bend The Misses over and pull down her pants. After rounding a
corner and popping up toast there is another thirty steps to pull her
panties down. The machine turns her bare bottom outward to present it
along a long corridor to the paddle. Finally she gets lined up for the
paddle. Each swat takes 20 steps which gives The Misses time to enjoy
the sting of the paddle. The number of steps is controlled by me by
filling a hopper with marbles. One marble equals one whack. Maybe a
couple bags worth. After a sound paddling the machine fries an egg,
spills orange juice and moves The Misses to the presentation area where
her sore bottom is presented through an antique picture frame in the
gallery for 15 minutes. </p><p>Finally, it is my turn.</p><p>Bonnie: I once saw a teardrop shaped wooden paddle on the internet that had a
rounded convex surface on one side and a concave surface on the other. I
might not like the experience of being spanked with that thing, but I
was intrigued. The convex surface directs the same force over a smaller
strike area. It would be like a bath brush, only heavier. The concave
side would have the opposite effect. Its inward curve would spread
each swat over a wider area.<br /><br />Maybe I'm nuts, but I would be willing to try both sides, you know, just for the experience.</p><p>Rene: I would like to be spanked with a carpet beater. It would cover a
large area and since it is not solid unlike a paddle would land hard. I
had made a small one once but my Auntie lost it during a move. Too
bad.</p><p>Mark: Mine are the carpet beater and a longer cane. We have a cane that my
wife is very skilled at using but ideally would be slightly (6"?)
longer.<br />I have wondered what a carpet beater could feel like - pretty unique I would think.</p><p>appleTom: The one that I fantasize about is the tawse, 2 or three tails medium or super thick, (I'm unsure which would be "best").<br /><br />Once
at a SCONY weekend, I got 8 with a razor strop. That caused explosions
of lights in my eyes. Since my play encounters have been few and far
between, they never really got me to a state of, "OMG I can't take
this", at most I got "this is neat, can't believe this I'm taking this
so well". It might take a few applications, but my suspicion that a
tawse could get me there.</p><p>Graham: I've yet to experience a carpet beater or a good switch. I'd love to be
in a remote cabin and have my wife send me out to the forest to bring
back a bundle of switches. Might happen some day!</p><p>Ronnie: Maybe a spanking machine. It would be fun, I think.<br /> </p><p>Hermione: How about a light sabre? </p><p>Luvinhub: A little late replying...<br />My fanatasy implement which while fantasy I
do believe I would regret having experienced. The first would be a
switch. We ride bicycles on rail trails often through wooded areas. The
fantasy is that for whatever reason my wife deems that I need to
punished while out for our ride. She uses what is available, a switch.
So off of the side of the trail she has me lower my bike shorts and
punishes me right there. Who might hear the howling. The other would be
a cane.
</p><p><i>I've experienced several of the implements that some of you have yet to enjoy, so I guess I'm pretty lucky! </i><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-5213568516736326582024-02-10T13:00:00.022-05:002024-02-10T13:00:00.253-05:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #526<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2zYK19Rwsn14Vjwqk4TuzBzUgCbdtN9pD_oKbFTT3hNSpR0MveOeY2StOAHJ8b73LQH5kASbYQqXx9wLyzd03DoPh8Fm9Wuf0ArQmI-Gzu8YkAEw852thOd8sGlJVdxTKMy-t_vg66P_vsWNpeRvRTR5nZK-2IDYKphBQOZeojBwQlbUs9cqsjPAork/s281/valentine-candy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="281" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2zYK19Rwsn14Vjwqk4TuzBzUgCbdtN9pD_oKbFTT3hNSpR0MveOeY2StOAHJ8b73LQH5kASbYQqXx9wLyzd03DoPh8Fm9Wuf0ArQmI-Gzu8YkAEw852thOd8sGlJVdxTKMy-t_vg66P_vsWNpeRvRTR5nZK-2IDYKphBQOZeojBwQlbUs9cqsjPAork/w400-h255/valentine-candy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Welcome back, dear friends old and new. Many of us experienced spankos have an arsenal of implements at our disposal, while newer spankos might have just one or two weapons of ass destruction. But there's always room for one more.<br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Do you or your partner have a fantasy spanking implement that you have always wanted to try?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for yet another fine topic.</p><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-48490309692036114182024-02-07T06:00:00.007-05:002024-02-07T06:48:52.207-05:00Another Gift Idea<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1PgbYngm-puM_8kt-0qNean4Lnyx0-hclMRp6C6IuTK0ipIiNgOpUZunFsVtKxc0nqbWwX5H7JUwHjaH9tErZWF-BhQXzuCCz45TMy-JEKxPPjDFaYF65A__ti914-KFyH-UEG9jg9X3J4Zh2jJ1Rvg1kkTQfQj2Uw98-YTuaxhQYbYmGy_13Ad7jWs/s595/ass.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="595" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1PgbYngm-puM_8kt-0qNean4Lnyx0-hclMRp6C6IuTK0ipIiNgOpUZunFsVtKxc0nqbWwX5H7JUwHjaH9tErZWF-BhQXzuCCz45TMy-JEKxPPjDFaYF65A__ti914-KFyH-UEG9jg9X3J4Zh2jJ1Rvg1kkTQfQj2Uw98-YTuaxhQYbYmGy_13Ad7jWs/s320/ass.png" width="320" /></a></div>Here's another Valentine best-seller, sent to me by a faithful reader. Thank you, S!<br /><p><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-62536588205120767132024-02-05T08:00:00.002-05:002024-02-05T08:00:43.451-05:00Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 4<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNT-6xtEoxpjVHEuCcQ9-tEXvWsfPWBlss-FT1FDV3EExCqVjxBNjcEC9Q99buqeynOa7xMcoJX9C5UJYhh1rrmPWBeUt8piv62pW50Yj5548MUctaZHRsfF41WgQToMJbGR-HUbSpQiV1QU1u-VjSlYjWcl3G2Ins_NqsQRgyc6wmraqSub_6-qQFlc/s285/raspberry.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="285" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNT-6xtEoxpjVHEuCcQ9-tEXvWsfPWBlss-FT1FDV3EExCqVjxBNjcEC9Q99buqeynOa7xMcoJX9C5UJYhh1rrmPWBeUt8piv62pW50Yj5548MUctaZHRsfF41WgQToMJbGR-HUbSpQiV1QU1u-VjSlYjWcl3G2Ins_NqsQRgyc6wmraqSub_6-qQFlc/s1600/raspberry.png" width="285" /></a></div><p><i>Have you ever used a timer for your spankings?</i></p><p>Sage: I've never had timed spankings. Mine are between half and hour and an
hour. But most of it is vanilla activities. But all erotic pleasure
activities, including the spanking. So far, at the end he says "Had
enough?" and I say "No, I'm, insatiable. Just stop when you are tired."
Looking forward to hearing from people who do time them. </p><p>BTW, I learned from your blog about riding crops. That one is a keeper. I
return some of the implements back to Amazon because I can't feel
anything from them, but not this one. Thank you.<br /></p><p>Rosco: Seems a little contrived and there’s no way Irene would want to do it.
Sometimes I’ll count strokes to myself, but that’s never been part of
our thing.<br /><br />Most of our sessions (at least those that precede sex)
are three spanking separated by about 30 minutes. Sometimes they’re
fairly short, sometimes they go on and on. Our “code” (if I want more)
is to complain. But pretty much Irene decides how long and hard to whip
and paddle me based on her feeling at the time.</p><p>Wendel: We tried timed spankings. First was 5 minutes and the second was 10
minutes. Once the buzzer went off the spanking was over. The problem was
that to get the most out of it the spanker had to spank nonstop. The
arm would get tired from swinging a paddle or belt and that took away
from the overall enjoyment. The spankee of course would enjoy the
nonstop beating and extremely sore bottom but then it abruptly ended. We
have not timed a spanking since. It is more thrilling not knowing when
the end is coming.</p><p>Chronic: Not my sort of thing. For me, they are spontaneous for the most part.
The length, duration, intensity, plus a myriad of other factors are
decided at the time, so nothing is really structured. </p><p>Roz: We have never tried timed spankings. The intensity, implements and
length of spanking is entirely dictated in the moment by Rick. I think
the fact I don't know adds to the experience for me. </p><p>Norse: In the past, I've delivered timed punishment spankings to a spankee of
my acquaintance. First a (non-timed) warm-up with my hand, then one
minute hard, fast spanking with my clothes brush. Usually, she's allowed
to watch the timer while it's ticking away - but if she's been REALLY
bad, she doesn't get that. She thinks it's much worse when she's over my
knee, squirming and yelping while the brush slams down, if she doesn't
know how much time is left. It's led to some remarkable improvements in
her behaviour.<br /><br />For non-punishment spankings, it's better without a timer.</p><p>Jack: The only timed part of my spanking is how much time I spend facing the
wall. My spankings are never the same, wife/mommy spankings last as
long as she decides and for what the spanking is for.</p><p>KDPierre: The only time I used a timed spanking was as a part of a bet back many
years ago, and for that purpose it worked. For us now it would not work
since the main issue I have with spanking is if it is too fast. (My
heart races and it can get a little scary.) If this happens, I just let
Rosa know and she lets me catch my breath. Neither of us see this as an
impediment to the purpose of the spanking though, since it doesn't mean
stopping it nor going easier, just possibly slower and with an
occasional pause for breathing. [Breathing is good.] LOL)<br /><br />I
truly believe a timed spanking now would just be stressful and serve no
useful purpose. (What possible benefit does the limitation of time
serve? Isn't the mood, level of guilt release, and even condition of the
butt being spanked all more useful metrics?) We much prefer a certain
number, which as I have said before is still open to amendment upwards
if either of us feel it necessary to achieve that spanking's goal. So no
timing here. ;-)</p><p>Bonnie: Yes, we do timed spankings. However much I think in advance that it's
going to hurt, the reality is always worse. My dear paddle-wielding
husband takes this exercise as a challenge. He pulls me over his lap
and strikes my bare bottom as fast and forcefully as he can using a
serious wooden spanking implement. Unimpressed by my screeches of
protest and pain, he continues full speed and full power until the final
buzzer. In this scenario, just two minutes can feel like two hours.<br /><br />It's
fun afterward to show my vivid marks to the camera and feeling that
dull ouch whenever I sit the next day. But while it's happening, the
shocking rush of intense punishment can be overwhelming. It's always
more than I think I want.<br /><br /><b>Note to self</b>: Remember how this feels before you agree next time.</p><p>Barrel: We have done it once, on my 60th birthday. 6 minutes with her hand, 6
minutes with the hairbrush and 6 minutes with the plastic paddle. Then I
got 6 sets of 6 with the cane. A memorable birthday. As I creep to
70, we will need to think if there is a repeat or a different twist with
7’s.</p><p>Sage: Norse Cavalier, that makes me realize that there are all kinds of
possibilities with spankos. Even if one doesn't have a partner, I guess
they can meet someone at their local spanking club to get together in a
limited way for agreed upon purposes like punishment spankings to
improve certain behaviors--even if the person is the wrong age range or
otherwise incompatible for a romantic relationship. The world of spankos
is varied and interesting. </p><p>Loki_Darksong: I find that timed spankings are very useful depending on the type of
spanking scenes they are set up for whether that is for fun or
punishment or even seeing how far you can go with a particular implement
or implements.</p><p>Hermione: I once bought an egg timer that I thought would add interest for a timed spanking. Unfortunately, five minutes wasn't nearly long enough, so the timer is now just an ornament. But it was fun to watch the sand trickle down, and it added to the enjoyment at the time.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178998232488314107.post-25239829602679819992024-02-04T06:00:00.000-05:002024-02-04T06:41:44.671-05:00Spanko Brunch 2.0 #525<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_hSC_TIH1bGyr3Q50ju6MyFXfz0qp66AHsVZUyF0UILJnUjaQOVor8NmqIsbsRZksG7g7dxdPAw7MQ2TccaL1rxE-2x8CWSWUW5aoxEK8iaT_nAQpjDhTsfGDPaoyHbQHLVC8NkzE6oPJ5VsTKidjQbHk4X2hbua4xsGaJLG7Sl8253-zqUvS3MBU3g/s1200/Tomato-Salad_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_hSC_TIH1bGyr3Q50ju6MyFXfz0qp66AHsVZUyF0UILJnUjaQOVor8NmqIsbsRZksG7g7dxdPAw7MQ2TccaL1rxE-2x8CWSWUW5aoxEK8iaT_nAQpjDhTsfGDPaoyHbQHLVC8NkzE6oPJ5VsTKidjQbHk4X2hbua4xsGaJLG7Sl8253-zqUvS3MBU3g/s320/Tomato-Salad_b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Welcome to our regular weekend get-together. After our mid-week <a href="https://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/2024/02/better-late-than-never.html" target="_blank">discussion with KDPierre</a>, I hope you are ready for another chance to talk about our favourite percussive activity.</p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;">What do you think about timed spankings?</span></b></p><p>Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation. Thank you, <a href="https://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bonnie</a>, for the topic.<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Slava </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraini</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Glory to </span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Ukraine</span></span></p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s1600-h/greenheart.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="From Hermione's Heart" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290508470020459858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73DeFub3fH0/SWupbFTDzVI/AAAAAAAABCo/mVaWxP9OniY/s320/greenheart.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 24px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 29px;" /></a>Hermionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15395671806340391253noreply@blogger.com14