A Warm Bottom In These Cold Times

Hello again everyone! Yes, we are still alive, and yes, we are still spanking! Don't let the lack in posting mislead you. Being college students, and living the working life at the same time, it seems we only have the time to either post about spanking, or actually do some spanking! Which would you choose?...

This pretty pink hairbrush is our newest addition to our implement selection. It's plastic, shiny, and packs a hell of a punch! Being that Tommy broke the flat-backed wooden hairbrush Giselle had on her more than deserving behind, it seemed necessary to get a new hairbrush. Only this time, we don't see it braking anytime soon. And, just to make sure...we tested that theory out! And this time, Tommy was on the receiving end...and the end result?....

A blushing bottom!!!

Isn't that just the cutest red rump ever? Tommy was squirming quite a bit, and of course Giselle was liking not being on the bottom end of the deal! And we can say confidently that that hairbrush isn't going anywhere for a long time. Now that is it getting colder, we are turning to each other for a warm hand. At night, we have our cuddles to keep us comfy cozy :) However, when it's time to go to school or work, it helps to have a little oven cooking under our pants/skirt while we are out. Poor Giselle, having an new office job, finds herself in an environment in which she must dress to a certain professional level. We are sure our previous posts of pictures can give you an idea of her outfit selections. Pencil skirts, blouses, high heels, you know...all of our favorites. And of course, with the cold coming, and Giselle's refusal to wear dress pants, stockings. Now, with her dressed in such a manner, we are sure you can imagine that Tommy is finding himself over Giselle's knee a little bit more than Giselle over Tommy's. However, like we said, we BOTH need to keep warm ;) Besides...could leave this naughty little girl unspanked?

Of course not, duh!

In the past two days...Tommy has found himself with a quickly spanked behind on both days. The first, while undressing after a long day at work, Giselle bent him over a chair and took a wooden spoon to his still cold from the outside bottom and warmed it up real fast. Then yesterday, Giselle took Tommy over her knee for a good long hand spanking straight on his bare bottom. After she was done, a space heater couldn't come close to the heat radiating off his well spanked bottom. The tables then turned on Giselle when it came time to head to the office. She found herself bent over the couch for a belt whipping over her tight pencil skirt. Then today, again before work, Tommy sent her on her way with a freshly spanked bottom. A couple minutes on her panty clad behind with that new pink brush kept her warm all the way there, in the office, and now back at home she is still wincing every time she stands and sits down! So, we guess you can say...we are staying warm in these cold times.

Are you???

<3 G & T

That Look She Gives...

You ever look at someone and realize instantly that they need a spanking? Ever catch someone's eye that is telling you that YOU need the spanking? That seems to happen a lot around here. If you're the one catching the "spanking eye", you get a rush of several different emotions. For some, it is an instant turn on. Seeing their spanker dressed to kill, or spank rather! There may be instant excitement, but for just about everyone, fear surely follows after any initial emotional reaction. Timidness, nervousness, and even humbleness are some of the major emotions that run through our minds when we are staring down the scary end of a paddle (or hairbrush in this instance). It is hard to keep your composure when a smoking hot woman hikes her skirt for you, only to make room for you to go over her knee. And with a hairbrush pointing you in the right direction, one can only hope it won't be as bad as one is thinking. For Giselle, dressing provocatively only adds to the rush Tommy gets right before, and during his spankings. 

Wouldn't you just melt if....

You walk in the door, home from work. As you close the door, you start to hear a steady paced clicking on the floor. You turn around and see Giselle, sitting in her straight backed chair. You see that that clicking sound is her tall high heels tapping on the floor, tapping in stern annoyance. Her legs are crossed, making her tight black pencil skirt rise just enough to notice her stocking tops. A low cut pink top is the background to her hairbrush, which she is waving back in forth with her crossed heel. Her beautiful eyes are hiding behind a pair of glasses, thick and matching her long gorgeous hair. 

Giselle is looking at you, clearly mad. You can tell she is mad and that you should be looking her in the eyes, but you just can't seem to help looking her up and down. "Enjoy it now, because you won't be enjoying anything in a minute." she says in response to your eye groping. She dressed like this on purpose. She knows how bad boys are and knows exactly how to deal with bad boys. You still can't help but look at her, every inch of her stunning and beautiful. You make it up to her eyes, and they lock with yours. They are gorgeous, yes, but they instill a fearful feeling in you. You can tell in her eyes that you are in some big trouble. As much as you want to continue ogling her body, you just can't seem to leave her eyes. 

You walk up to her....

"Now that I have your attention, we need to discuss your behavior, young man. Everyday you come home and make a mess. You throw your clothes everywhere, leave plates still on the dinner table, and rip the covers off our bed. You need to start being mindful of who takes care of this house...and I know just how to get you to." As Giselle is scolding you, she points her pink hairbrush at you. You know the sting of that hairbrush all too well, for this is not the first time you find yourself in this position. All you can stammer out is, "Yes Ma'am..."

Giselle uncrosses her legs...

"Get over my knee, now!"

Of course, you obey Giselle's command. As you lay across her lap, you already feel her go for your waist line to lower your bottoms. "We start on the bare, and end on the bare." She sternly says. "Ready?" You grab a hold of her heels and reply, "Yes Giselle."

Your spanking begins....

Giselle's definition of a warm up has you already kicking over her knee. She holds you by your waist tighter. "You are NOT going anywhere."  She says in a very stern and confident voice. Before you get a chance to reply, your warm up continues. Stingy spanks slowly rain on your now blushing bare bottom. After another minute or so, Giselle gently pats your bottom and says, "Now to get down to business."

SPANK! The first one catches you off guard and before you can regain yourself, Giselle has already locked in her rhythm and is spanking away at your naughty little bottom. Each spank feels harder than the last and they keep on coming. You kick more over her knee, something Giselle does not tolerate. "This just will not do." She says as she pauses your spanking. She lifts up one leg and pin down both of yours. You can feel her silk stockings rub against your legs. "That's the only good feeling your going to have!" She scolds as she resumes your very hard spanking. You begin to whimper and she picks up the pace and spanks even harder. Those silk covered legs keep your kicks down. 

"And now...the hairbrush!" She almost sounds excited. You try to plead your case but you catch her eyes as you turn to look up at her. You gaze into her eyes, almost getting lost in them. Then, suddenly...SPANK!! The first of many hairbrush spanks snaps you out of her gaze and right into a very painful spanking. Your whimpers are now cries. Still she holds your kicks in place. That dreaded hairbrush is peppering your very well spanked bottom, and she makes sure to get your sit spots good. 

An eternity passes when you finally notice that Giselle has stopped spanking you. She is rubbing your deep red bottom, making you wince. You lay there, your sobs slowly coming to an end. "Now, pick yourself up and get in that corner. Go on." She unlocks your legs and gives you a quick spank on your sit spots to get you moving. You quickly get up and stick your nose in the corner. Giselle sits back, crosses her legs, and admires her handy work. 

After a few minutes, you her Giselle moving behind you. You are curious to look but your burning behind tells you to stay put. She clears her throat and says, "Turn around..." The demeanor of her voice has completely changed. 

"My turn?"

Are you melting? Hope you liked it! We sure did ;)

<3 G & T

Warm Weather, Warm Bottoms!

With warmer weather taking over the chilly days and nights, comes much warmer bottoms! Since our last post, it seems that Tommy is having a hard time keeping his bottom from blushing big and bright. No only was he spanked the very next day for his sassy little mouth, but he got himself a couple more bottom blisterings after for various infractions including but not limited to: bratiness, sass, tickets (yes again!), and panty snooping. I gotta say, he is quite the cutie, just so silly when it comes to earning himself a spanking. You'd think he likes being draped over my knee.

Also, we wanted to share this video with all of you, if you haven't seen it already. It is hilarious and very catchy!




It makes us giggle every time! Any who, now that it is getting warmer, we will definitely be shooting a lot more. It is such an adventure to be able to spank and get spanked, knowing that our sore little bottoms will be on display for all to see. It is kind of like being put in the corner, hands to the sides, and told to stay for an eternity while everyone can see you in the corner, well spanked. Every second of it has been tons of fun and we know it is only going to get better! Getting spankings from others has been a real eye opener. To have been over the knee of and bent over for some high quality names is exciting. Of course, there is no lap better for us than each others'. Even without videos or photo shoots, we have each other and that is perfection beyond belief. Neither one of us would trade what we have, our special bond, for the world.


G & T  <3

Lets Start With Some F/m

Being that our poll (see left) clearly shows that we have a lot of male bottoms viewing our blog, we are going to start out with what most of you, Tommy included, would love/dread to see in front of you. Hope you enjoy!


Ms. Giselle L'Amour is the no-nonsense headmistress of the most prestige boys academy in New Jersey. If you have earned a trip to her office, then you are in for quite the visit. Being the very busy woman that she is, to be interrupted by a visit from you, for disciplinary actions, is not good for you or your bottom.

After sitting outside Ms. L'Amour's office for what felt like an eternity, young Tommy is called into her office. As soon as he walked through the door he was greeted with a stern look, a look he hasn't seen since he was a young lad and Mommy wielded her hairbrush. Instead of his Mommy with a hairbrush, though, he was now staring at his Headmistress with a long school ruler. After closing the door behind him, she tells Tommy to have a seat.

"Well Tommy, what have you done to deserve a trip to my office?" Ms. L'Amour's tone sent shivers down Tommy's spine...right to his bottom. "Headmistress, I didn't mean to..." Tommy was cut off. "I would hope the first thing you say to me isn't a lie, Tommy. Whenever a student tells me they didn't mean to do it, all that tells me is that you knew what you were doing and you knew it was wrong. With that said, why don't you try that explanation again from the top." Ms. L'Amour tapped the ruler against the palm of her hand, one heel tapping on the floor.


Tommy knew the sound of heels tapping all too well, a clear sign of frustration and annoyance. "Headmistress, what I did was wrong, and I am really really sorry." Tommy said, hands folded behind his back. Ms. L'Amour walked slowly over to him and said, "And what did you do that was so wrong? Hmm?" Tommy could smell her perfume, he thought it was beautiful. "I cursed out my teacher in the middle of class..." Tommy finally blurted out, keeping his eyes on the floor. "What about all those books you knocked over as you left that class?" His headmistress glared at him sternly. Tommy was really hoping his teacher was going to leave that part out. As he left his class in a fit of rage, he knocked over all of his classmates books off their desks. "So not only did you disrespect your teacher, but you had to disrespect your fellow classmates as well? Well, I do not have all day, so we are going to get right to it. I was just going to give you the ruler, but to make sure you learn your lesson, and everyone else can see that you learned, I am going to give you a good over the knee paddling. I am a Mommy too, and dealing with my naughty little boys is an art I am quite good at. Let's begin."

Ms. L'Amour put her ruler in the corner. "Go into my top drawer and pull out what you see." Tommy complied and pulled out, what he thought, was a not so threatening sized paddle. Noticing his reaction, Ms. L'Amour gave a small grin. "Oh, you will feel that." Tommy gulped. Every click of her heels on the floor made Tommy twitch on the inside. "Give it to me." Again, Tommy complied. "Now go get that little bench and put it in the middle of the room. Quickly now, I don't have all day to deal with your naughtiness, young man." All Tommy could say was, "Yes Headmistress."


After sitting down and getting comfortable, Ms. L'Amour motioned for Tommy to come over to her. "Tommy, you are being punished for disrespecting your teacher, your classmates, and above all, this school which I am in charge of. Your outbursts and total lack of respect will NOT be tolerated in MY school. Get over my knee, NOW!"


Ms. L'Amour wasted no time. She quickly undid Tommy's pants and lowered them along with his underwear. After getting him in a secure position over her knee, his punishment began. THWACK! "OW! Headmistress that hurts!" Tommy yelled out. "Good." Ms. L'Amour said back to him. THWACK THWACK THWACK. Her office rang out in sounds of a paddling on bare skin and the yelps and cries of a naughty boy getting that paddling. She did not hold back. In no time, Tommy was kicking his feet and doing his best to hold back tears. Ms. L'Amour held him tight in place without losing her rhythm. "You *thwack* will learn *thwack* to respect *thwack* everyone here *thwack* I *thwack* will make sure *thwack thwack thwack* of that!"

"Ma'am pleeaassee this hurts so bad! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!" Tommy yelled out as her paddle reigned down on his very red and sore bottom. She responded with, "Oh you are definitely going to be sorry when I am finished with you, young man!" THWACK THWACK THWACK!! Tommy's bottom was a deep crimson and felt like it was on fire. Even with the slow numb feeling settling in, each paddle lick felt like the first one. Ms. L'Amour made sure to get his sit spots all too well. "I do not expect to see you sitting down for the rest of the day..." The bell rings. She landed one final paddle stroke THWACK! "But I do expect to see you here after school." She let him up and pulled his pants up. "Now go back to class!" Tommy scrambled to fix his pants and tuck his shirt back in. "Th-thank you Headmistress f-for s-s-spanking me." Tommy sniffled. "Your welcome Tommy. See you soon."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good boy."




Hope you enjoyed!! More to come!! :)

Photo Credit: Alan Boatsman

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

We are continuing to do our best with what we have. With upcoming photo shoots and possibly video shoots, we are excited to soon be able to present you with quality material. We are finally settled in our new location and are keeping each other warm in the cold, well, at least our bottoms warm....very, very warm. I wonder if you spank a bottom good and hard enough, would steam show outside? It is a funny picture to imagine, but a hard picture to take.

Any-who, this post is really to reassure everyone that we are still here and still spanking! Lately, the spanking power has been shifting back and forth, again, we got to keep our bottoms nice and toasty! :) Being that Tommy goes out more than Giselle, however, he has needed to be kept warm just a little bit more than Giselle. That still does not leave her in the dust. Being also that Giselle pretty much is always in a skirt, that leaves her poor legs to feel a chill now and again, so now and again she gets to have a nice toasty fire lit on her behind. Tommy has to keep his precious love nice and warm, after all. And even though she will protest to it, she knows in her heart that she would be a cold little snow bunny without his warm, loving hand.

Another subject that we wanted to bring up was our polls and comments. It seems our poll participation has died down since we have started, even though our site visits have almost been consistent. We do understand not everyone likes to leave comments, but we love it when we get comments! Like we have said, the more we know the more we can do to make everyone happy. If there is some type of scenario or outfit or implement or anything, we don't know you want it unless you tell us you want it. And chances are, we would absolutely love to do it! In the oh so near future we will have more material and have the means to continue bringing you material. Remember, good things come to those who wait. If you can't be patient...then perhaps a little attitude adjustment will keep you well behaved and waiting. Who knows...maybe one day we can provide that to you as well ;)

Role Play Spanking: Late For Work!

Punctuality is the first and most important step towards a good work practice. If you are not even there to work, than you can't get better. 9 a.m. means 9 a.m. Coming in a few minutes late, after making a phone call informing of the late arrival, can be excusable. However, if you stroll into work hours after you are suppose to come in, well after lunch, than you have a problem that needs to be dealt with strictly and firmly. 

This was the case for Giselle, secretary for Mr. Tommy Marino, CEO for That Big Company. Since being hired, Giselle has made sure to be dressed up to par for her work environment. The problem with that was she took her very sweet time getting ready. Today she took it too far. When Giselle walked into work, 1:35 p.m., she was greeted at her desk by a little note, folded up. On the front of the note it said, "Roses are red..." This immediately gave Giselle goosebumps all up and down her back. She figured her sharp and attractive dressing has finally began to make an impact on her boss, who she thought was a mighty fine looking man. Like a giddy young schoolgirl, she was excited to unfold her note. "...and so will be your bottom! Get in my office now!" Giselle gasped! She was completely shocked! Could Mr. Marino be serious? Looking up at the clock helped convince Giselle that Mr. Marino's threat is well deserved. 

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Come in." "Mr. Marino, I am so sor..." Giselle was cut of. "Giselle you look stunning, however, not 4 hours and 35 minutes late worth the wait. Have a seat, Giselle."  "Giselle, we both know you wear those high heels and tight skirts to draw my attention, and believe me you draw a perfect picture. This does not mean that you get to take as much time as you see fit to get ready to come in. I had to work through my lunch time to stay caught up on the morning's work. Without you here, I was barely able to keep on schedule. You are an important asset to this company and you must be on time everyday to get what you need done, done. Instead of firing you, I feel you will better learn from some discipline. I would give you an option but since you gave me no option this morning, I feel it is just to give you none." Mr. Marino's stern voice gave Giselle more chills, but these chills didn't feel as sexy as the first. "Mr. Marino, please, I am really sorry. It will never happen again." Giselle tried to plead with Mr. Marino, tugging on the bottom of her short skirt. "Giselle, this is for you own good. I would rather you work standing up than not working at all, as I'm sure you would. Stand up and take your chair to the middle of the room."

With the chair in place, Giselle stood anxiously waiting for her punishment to begin. She was getting butterflies, who had butterflies of their own. Mr. Marino stood up and walked over to Giselle. He sat down and patted his lap. "Over my knee." Reluctantly and partially excitedly, Giselle laid herself over his lap. Her skirt rose up as her body bent over his knee. She put her hands on the floor and her feet were dangling in the air, high heels pointing high in the sky. Giselle could feel her skirt rising, but made no effort to stop it. This was the closet she has gotten to Mr. Marino, and she was going to enjoy it as much as she could. That enjoyment was short lived once a heavy handed spank landed right on top of her skirted bottom.

"Ow!"

Mr. Marino began peppering Giselle's bottom, alternating back and forth between her cheeks, wrapped in her tight black skirt. Every so often he would rub down her legs to her knees, making her kick her heels up. As soon as she realized he stopped, he started back up again, spanking hard and steady. This pattern continued for only a couple minutes, for it was time for her skirt to come up. Giselle thought the first time Mr. Marino was going to go up her skirt, it would be under different circumstances. Right away Mr. Marino resumed spanking his naughty secretary. Her mix of "owies" and moans turned into a chorus of "Ow!"es and "Please"es and "No more!"es. She felt the hot burn of punishment due to tardiness, an act perfected in high school, on her pert bottom. Giselle's only protection now was a cute pair of pink panties. Soon enough Mr. Marino could see a red glow peeking out the sides of her panties, a good sign to him. "Since I'm sure these aren't helping you out too much, let's just take these down then." Giselle let out a gasp as he slid his fingers into her waistband and lowered her panties to her knees, fully exposing her shapely bright red bottom. "But Mr. Marino! You can't!" Giselle pleaded. "Oh, can't I?" The response tied up Giselle's tongue. The crisp sound of high speed skin on skin contact ringed inside Mr. Marino's office. Hard spanks painted Giselle's very sore bottom a deep red, instilling into her a punishment she has long left in her past. She was surpried that she was now holding back tears. She couldn't figure out if it was the pain, the embarrassment or the fact she was being punished like a spoiled little brat. But the harder he spanked and the more he scolded her about being on time, the harder it became to hold back those tears. She already gave up on not trying to kick and plead for mercy. Almost as if he knew, Mr. Marino said, "Stand up Giselle." "Finally," she thought to herself as she lifted up and blinked away a tear. 

Mr. Marino stood up, looked Giselle straight in her eyes and said, "Same position, over the chair. Lay down." "You can't be serious Mr. Marino! I have had enough." Giselle tried to plead her case that she was punished enough. "I will determine when you have been fully punished. You were way too late today, and this is what you need to get back on track. Now, lay back down Giselle." Reluctantly, Giselle complied with his order. Once she was back in position, she heard him go to his desk, open a drawer, and then came back over to her. She then felt a soothing cold feeling on her hot and stingy bottom. She turned her eyes back to see a small paddle resting on her backside.    

"You can't...sir..." Giselle pleaded with the most innocent and remorseful voice. "I can, and I will. I am going to paddle you good and hard. This is going to make sure you remember this. After I am done with you, you will be a well spanked young lady. If you wiggle too much, you will get more. Count every lick. Ready, Love?" She loved when he called her that. "Y-yes sir." "Good girl." *Spank!* She couldn't believe the pain she was feeling. "Oww!" "Excellent, this will definitely get through to you." With that said, Mr. Marino began paddling Giselle's already red bottom. It didn't take long for those tears from before to reappear, this time without being held back. Giselle started crying as her day time day dream continued to paddle her slowly but steadily, steadily hard. Hearing her cry made Mr. Marino know she was feeling like he wanted her to feel, like a bratty little girl being disciplined soundly. "Pllleeaasse sir!! No moooore!! Ow!...Ow!! No more Mr. Marino!!." Giselle cried out. Tears streamed down her face as she continued kicking her heels up and down in pain. "This *spank* will teach you *spank* to be on time *spank* and to take your responsibilities here *spank spank* seriously!" Giselle cried out louder as her paddling was coming to an end. Mr. Marino paused, and looked down at Giselle, taking her face in his hand. He again looked right into her eyes, only this time he saw a well spanked young lady, who was sorry and in pain. 

 

"You are going to count these last ones. After 20, you are going to thank me for punishing you. Is that understood?" Tommy gave her a warm smile, the first he's given her all day. "Yes sir, I understand." Giselle blinked away enough tears to show him that she was really ready. Mr. Marino got back into position and laid the paddle across her bottom, beat red and hot to the touch. Taking careful aim he lifts up the paddle, then brings it down with more force than anything before. "ONE!!" He almost couldn't tell if she counted or just yelled really. "Let's see what 2 sounds like..." he thought. "OWW! Two..." Giselle yelled out, more tears rolling down her face. By 10 Giselle was sobbing, kicking hard at every paddle hit. At 15, she couldn't take anymore. Each hit rang in her ear and all over her bottom. But, she never lost count. *spank* "19!!" Giselle cried out, gaining a salty taste in her mouth as she gasped and tears rolled. Mr. Marino took careful aim, he was going to make this one count. *SPANK* "OOWWW!! *cries* 20!" A slight pause, silence only broken by the sounds of a punished young lady's sobs. "Thank you Mr. Marino. Thank you for punishing me. I promise I'll never be late again, sir." Giselle laid limp over the chair, no care about how uncomfortable her stomach felt on the chair. 

Mr. Marino picked Giselle up, grabbing her by her small waist. He stood her up, turned her around, and once again looked her in her eyes. He saw her tears still coming, not as hard but still making her eyes glisten. "You took your spanking very well Giselle. Now, you are going to go in the corner, bottom presented and soak this whole experience in." Giselle walked by him, panties still around her knees, but still able to perfectly stride in her high heels. As her glowing deep red bottom strutted by him, Mr. Marino spanked her with his bare hand. He felt the warmth of punishment radiate off her backside. 

As Giselle stood in the corner, she felt his smile. She turned ever so slightly to him and said, "Thank you again, Mr. Marino."

"Please Love...call me Tommy."

"Yes sir." She turned back around and smiled at the corner.

Hope you like this one everybody!

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Staying On Track...

Yesterday we had some bum burning fun, and by we, we mean Tommy. What is a woman suppose to do with a naughty little boy that is just yearning for a spanking? Spank him, of course!! And that is exactly what Giselle did to Tommy's more than deserving bottom. In Tommy's defense...wouldn't you want to be draped over this lap??




Needless to say, that pretty face and pretty paddle did a pretty good number on that naughty behind of Tommy's! After the giddy little boy got to take some pictures of Mommy, he found himself over the same knee he was just drooling over, singing a whole different tune! After a good warm up with Giselle's hand, and a little help from any mothers' trusted kitchen implement, the wooden spoon, along with that small yet wicked paddle, you would never have guessed that Tommy was pretty much begging for it! Silly boys...they will never learn, or just refuse to >.<



Oh...

...if you happen to notice...

...Tommy's butt is just adorable in blue :p


The day started just like the day before and the one before that, Tommy cranked up his inner brat 100%. Knowing what it is like to have her spoiled little girl come out, Giselle let him act out. To her, that adorable face is even more adorable with a bratty smile on it. However, just like any Mommy with her little boy, there is a limit. On that day...Tommy reached it, and happily pushed it. There really is only so much a woman can handle when it comes to a bratty boy deliberately pushing buttons. "I looove how you look in a pencil skirt." "Are you gonna wear heels out?" "I reeaalllly love how you look with me over your knee."  Sure, a whole bunch of compliments from a cutie is fun, but when it's been cold for weeks and the only suggestion for attire is leg revealing skirts with leg accenting high heels, annoyance and frustration tend to start affecting you.

"You know what, I'll be right back." And Giselle was in her dresser and out the bedroom door. While Tommy was still trying to fully figure out what just happened, he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking on the living room floor. His eyes widened as the door opened and Giselle stood, taller than before, a much more stern demeanor than before. "Since I am wearing what you wanted, you are going to wear what I want, though I'm sure you won't appose, naughty little boy you!" Giselle reached in her top drawer and pulled out a pair of her cotton boy shorts. "Blue will do, but I'll save pink for when you hate it. Remember, this is a punishment. You have been bugging Mommy for days now and now your finally going to get what you've wanted. But know this, your going to get a lot more than you wanted...I'm going to give you exactly what you need!" With that said, Giselle presented Tommy with the only protection from her impending wrath.

With the chair set up with plenty of room for kicking, Giselle sat down. "Don't think that I don't see you looking at me. Don't worry, my love, you will be up close and personal with these legs and on eye level with my heels. I know you are going to hold onto them, but if you pull too hard and move me, well, I'm sure you will already know in that position." Giselle hiked up her skirt to her upper thighs. "Lets go. NOW!" In a heartbeat Tommy was over Giselle's knee, feet dangling on one end and his hands within plenty of reach for his soon to be grip. His eyes peered into the mirror and saw Giselle, now his Mommy, prepping her naughty little boy's bottom, getting in just the right position for the most effective spanking. Once her eye's locked to his in that reflection, he immediately felt a burning spank on his well elevated behind. "Good, you can watch your own punishment. Let's see how long you'll enjoy this!" The next five minute long eternity was filled with the sounds of spanks raining on a naughty brats bottom, the yelps and pouts of a naughty brat, and the stern scolding of a brat's Mommy. She made sure to spank right on his sit spots, since the panties outlined them perfectly. He forgot how hard his Mommy's hand was, and how her scolding could make him feel like a bad little boy.

THWACK!! After a brief pause, Tommy heard and felt that evil paddle connect with the dead center of his cheek. "YEOW!" followed after that initial paddle hit. "Ah, the first cry with some pain in it. Let's try that one again..." THWACK!...THWACK...THWACK. Tommy instantly began yelling as his blushing bottom was getting painted red. He had to let go of her heels because of the fear of pulling too hard. A dozen or so licks later, Tommy couldn't help but kick and try to rub his bottom. "Am I going to have to?...I guess so." Giselle lifted one leg over Tommy's legs, wrapping him around silky skin. This was his only comfort as she pinned his arm to his lower back and resumed paddling her naughty brat's very sore bottom. "How could I forget..." Before Tommy could begin to ponder that statement, he felt the not so noticeably comfortable panties slide down off his bottom. After another dozen with the paddle, Mommy Giselle took a look at her bad boy's bright red bottom. She pulled his panties up to where his cute butt met his now shaking legs. "So far...so good. Get up."

Tommy quickly got up and stood in front of his Mommy. "Good boy, now go into the kitchen, get my wooden spoon, and come right back. Better hurryyy..." Tommy was out that door and back again like his butt depended on it, good thing, huh? "Over the chair. NOW!" Once in position, Tommy braced himself, almost forgetting that he asked for this...almost. "I still see your eyes following my heels young man..." Giselle circled Tommy slowly, intentionally. "So naughty..." A sharp pain, smaller than the paddle but on already tender spanked skin began to fill his bottom. Tommy slowly but surely started kicking again and crying out to his Mommy to stop spanking him. "Oh so NOW you want me to stop? Is that right?" she asked sarcastically. "Yes Mommy! Yes! Please!!" Tommy answered, hoping the non-existence of sarcasm in his voice would help, but to no avail. "Well I'm glad that I was able to give you what you wanted. Now I can start giving you what you deserve!!" Giselle then put all her force into that wooden spoon, which in turn showed Tommy's bottom the full force of his Mommy's spoon spanking. With one hand on his lower back, keeping his bottom perked out, Giselle spanked up and down and all around his now apple red bottom. His cries slowly turned into sobs.

Giselle slowly rubbed her almost well punished brat's bottom. "Stand up, go put this away, and come back. Don't you DARE think about rubbing your bottom, only I get to. Go!" With the same speed, but more pain, Tommy put away the wooden spoon, placing it deep in the drawer. When he returned to the room again, Giselle was sitting back in the chair, hairbrush and paddle in hand. "Time to make my point. If you can take the rest of your spanking well, maybe I'll let you keep your panties up for most of it." Tommy did not share the same idea of that being a reward anymore. With his eyes filling with tears, he once again draped himself across his Mommy's knee. "Here we go." It was the hairbrush first. The oval shape made an excellent smack sound against Tommy's butt, now slightly covered by his baby blue boy shorts. Again, Giselle made sure the get those sit spots really hard, using those panties he loves against him. A good 5 minutes later and Tommy was crying his eyes out. His begging assuring his Mommy that he is being well punished. Giselle felt, it was time to finish his spanking.

"Ok Tommy, this is the last part of your spanking. I am going to paddle you again, on your bare bottom. This is going to make sure that you have been properly and thoroughly punished. This is for your own good. You got what you wanted, and then some. You are going to count to 20. After each one, you are going to say 'Thank you Mommy, I deserve this.' Are you ready young man?" All Tommy could do was nod, shutting his eyes tight, squeezing out the prior tears to make room for more. THWACK! "OW! Thank you Mommy, I deserve this." Yelled Tommy. "Good boy." Giselle said, almost seemed to happily. Paddle lick after paddle lick Tommy repeated his thanks, making sure not to mess up. With just a couple licks to go, Giselle could see her Tommy boy, crying and in pain, as a well punished little boy. "Last two..." THWACK! "Thank you Mommy....I...deserve this..." Tommy said sniffling. With all her might, Giselle gave Tommy his last paddle lick. "YYYYEEEOOOWWWW!!! Thank you Mommy!! I deserve this..." Tommy laid limp over Giselle's lap, quivering. "Thats my good boy, all done. Get up, don't pull up those panties, and go stick your nose in the corner. You can rub your butt only when I say. Go ahead now." With that said, Giselle gave Tommy a kiss on the forehead and a slap to his oh so sore bottom. He stood in the corner, still shaking and blinking out tears. "Go ahead my Tommy boy, rub your poor poor bottom." Tommy turned to look back at her, making instant eye contact. "Thank you Mommy."

"I love you Tommy."

"I love you Giselle."



We hope you enjoy this post! Next time...take a wild guess who's gonna be getting a spanking?

To The Contrary

As our first poll winds down, we see that it has been one sided the whole time (hence the shortening of time to vote lol). We only had the two choices since it is manly going to be the two of us. Who knows, maybe some F/f is in the future, but only time will tell. For now, and for the opening of our website, which is well into construction  Blushing Bottoms of NJ  we will have M/f and F/m, with apparently a higher amount of M/f.

However, lately it has been Tommy blushing in more than one cute part of his body. He just can't seem to not act naughty every 2 seconds of the day! He knows better, and acts up anyway. It's what he gets. Too bad for him that all this is doing is giving Giselle plenty of arm exercise, making sure you will see nothing but an apple red bottom every time! If it's not panties, it's that dirty naughty mouth of his getting him into trouble. Of course though, like any man, procrastination is another punishable activity. Paddle for the panties, belt for the mouth, and wooden spoon for the laziness. After a good warm up over Giselle's knee, bare bottom, and a healthy dose of the chosen implement to said bare and somewhat blushing bottom, those infractions are quickly fixed and all is well. Maybe Tommy just enjoys being over her knee...men.





Be all that as it may, it really is only a matter of time before Giselle's inner brat breaks out and scribbles on the walls of our domestic discipline household...metaphorically of course lol. Soon enough Giselle will go from pencil skirts and high heels, to plaid skirts and bobby socks...and high heels.





We all know that deep down inside, Giselle is just aching for discipline. After all, there is no better way to discipline a bratty young lady than to pull her over your knee, lift that plaid skirt, bare her bottom and watch those heels kick in pain as an oh so well deserved spanking is administered. Add on whimpering shortly after with the inevitable outcome of pleas for mercy, you will have a well punished blushing bottom! And who can't agree that there isn't anything more adorable than a bratty little girl's blushing bottom?