Quel’s Homework – “On the Effects of the Hairbrush”
The inimitable Keith Jones in a Shadow Lane photo from a while ago. I apologize to the young lady whose name I cannot recall, but it isn't Quel.
An Essay on the Effects of the Hairbrush
By Quel
I don’t usually like to think about the hairbrush. The one I am talking about is small, made of glossy oak and about eight or ten inches tall with boar’s bristles. It is also deceptively innocent. You see, this hairbrush has never been used on my hair. That’s because the hairbrush is His tool for “getting my attention.” And His idea of getting my attention is to use the flat side of the brush on my bottom until He feels I’m repentant enough to stop. This is usually long after my bottom has darkened several shades of red and it feels as if I will never be able to sit again. I never get the brush for good girl spankings. I only get the hairbrush if I’ve done something very bad.
Before He uses the hairbrush is the worst part. There is a moment when I realize that I have done something naughty enough to warrant a spanking, and in that moment I desperately hope that He will forget I even own a hairbrush. The flying creatures in my stomach try to escape through my throat. My brain scrambles wildly to come up with a plausible reason for avoiding my meeting with the hairbrush. For a moment I feel like I am shrinking but I don’t escape His notice. His brown eyes scold, He raises an eyebrow and in a calm voice He tells me to get the hairbrush. My heart skips a beat or two and I begin evasive tactics. I tease, I dance about and finally I out and out beg. I offer to take any other implement, even the leather paddle, but He is a rock against my pleading. He never lets me complain for long, and soon enough I am digging the hairbrush out of its drawer and handing it over to Him with trembling hands.
My man is not one to scold long. He knows I know what I have done. The bright color in my cheeks and the stumbled apologies that spill from my mouth are louder against the backdrop of His silence. He asks me if I am ready, to which the answer is always no, and then He tumbles me over His lap like a doll and with as little resistance. Sometimes, if I forget to remember how much the hairbrush is going to hurt I will pout and make faces or try to tickle His ankles. He is never amused at my attempts to lighten His mood and hopefully save my bottom. Slowly, and with a steady hand He pulls my sweatpants and panties to my knees. It is then, with my naked backside exposed to His gaze, that I finally realize I am no longer in charge, if I ever was.
Punishment spankings are fast paced and go on much, much too long. I am utterly helpless as the hairbrush smacks over and over. I don’t know if He scolds because I am deaf to anything but my own whimpers. There are a few minutes at the beginning when I think I can handle the burn building in my behind and I resolve to remain silent just to show Him that I don’t care. But every time I forget my sense of shame and lady-like decoroum and beg Him to stop. As the spanking goes on, I think my backside is going to burn up. Sometimes I am pretty sure you could roast an egg with the heat my man can instill. The worst part about the hairbrush is that it doesn’t bend. It is an unrelenting slab of wood against my naughty behind.
I am always sorry when He uses the hairbrush on me. I wish I were anywhere but across His lap, even though in retrospect that is often where I feel most secure and loved. I know He spanks me because He loves me, and because He wants to help me be a better girl. While I am being spanked I am sure that I will never misbehave or tease ever again. I kick and squirm and say sorry until there is no fight left in me, and only then does He stop using the hairbrush. But while I am being spanked it feels like that moment will never come.
The true scolding comes after the hairbrush, when He knows He has my attention. With the dreaded implement lain casually at His side, and still within easy reach, He lectures me on my misdeeds while I sob across His lap. My hair clings to my salty tears and I choke out responses at the appropriate times, even though I am mostly praying that He is finished with the evil implement. My bottom aches but I don’t have the courage to ask Him if I can have something to make it feel better. Part of my punishment is to “appreciate” the after burn of the hairbrush, one of the reasons He prefers this implement to almost any other. After He has scolded me sufficiently He sets me to thinking.
As I stand in the corner or kneel at the side of the bed, I bite my tongue to distract myself from the sting in my red bottom. I am never, ever allowed to rub away the burn until He says so, and often He does not. He wants the spanking to have a lasting impression so that when I sit down for the next few days I will know that I am His and He is in charge. Sometimes, while I am supposed to be pondering my misdeed, I imagine throwing the hairbrush to the woodchipper, or rehabilitating it as an art piece. I think He knows what I am thinking because He will sometimes give me a look with a reprimand in it, and I will blush to match my nether cheeks and remember that I am loved and a very lucky girl. The after effects of a hairbrush spanking last for a long time, or at least it seems that way to me.
The best part of the spanking is when it is all over and He pulls me onto His lap to cuddle and kiss. The reproaches and scoldings are over and He has nothing but words of love and affirmation to give me. He calls me His kitten and I smile shyly and thank Him for loving me, and taking care of me.
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I must say first that I may have jumped the gun posting this essay since I made a couple of changes and hadn’t the author’s final permission to publish. Still I am so pleased with her work I wanted to get it to our readers as soon as possible.
This is Quel’s first effort for Devlin O’Neill’s Blite and Literary Magazine Sort of Place, and I believe you’ll agree that her piece is quite readable, and I’m quite delighted to present it to you.
The woman in the photo is Joule Jackson — she is better known by her top name, Mistress Jacqueline (of Pacific Force videos). This picture is from Enough is Enough, a video that I own and have watched several times. Keith is quite yummy in it. :-)
And yes, hairbrushes are pure evil.
Erica! Hi, and thanks for the input. I recognize her now.
Gwen is another big fan of Keith’s. Well, I suspect most girls who hang out around here are fans of his to one extent or another.
You’ve done a couple of films with him as costar, though I don’t remember seeing him use a hairbrush on you.
Hm? Oh that’s right! I used a hairbrush on your intransigent yet delectable bare bottom in “Stand Corrected, The Video.” As I recall it was the only implement in the 8-hour shoot that really got through to you.
Really appreciate your stopping by, Erica.
Hairbrushes are very, very evil. And I think it’s because there is no give in a thick wooden implement.
*blush*
Thank you for posting this, Professor. I’m glad you enjoyed it and I hope others do too. I guess this was a pretty succesful assignment, huh? :-)
See, I can be good sometimes.
Yes you can, and you get an A for the assignment. You may tell Him I said so, and thank you for sharing this with us.
Oh, and check your email for more homework.
Hey Devlin — OK, I am humbly admitting that I had to look up “intransigent.” Wow! Great word — I like it. And it has 12 letters! You could have had me spell that word, instead of “recalcitrant.” :-D
I had to look it up too, Erica. :p
And I have to say, my behind is not at all intransigent. I wish it were!
They don’t call me Professor for nothing, missy. And maybe I should have made you spell both of them while I spanked you with my belt, one letter at a time. Well, maybe not – you did say afterward that you felt the belt.
But I have to tell you my heart soars like a hawk to know a word that a professional editor had to look up.
No, Quel, there are not a lot of bottoms in this world that qualify as intransigent, that is, uncompromising – at least metaphorically – but Erica’s most definitely is. Or was until Eve handed me that nice little Shadow Lane wooden hairbrush.
Mwa-hah-hah-hah-hah!
That’s an evil laugh, in case you didn’t know.
*shivers* That was very scary, Professor.
Even so, I’m jealous of her. *grins* Wish my butt was a little more seasoned. Plus she’s been spanked by you! I’d kinda like to have that opportunity. :p
It could happen, Quel. I’ve found over the past few years that some things undreamt of can. Anyhow I’m very pleased to know you’d care to.
Only if your man keeps up with that hairbrush I expect your bottom will become quite seasoned in fairly short order.
Well done, Quel! You had me flushing and squirming as I read and you really captured each moment.
Suddenly I feel the need to get moving on my homework for school. Is that a clock I hear ticking incrementally louder? Gulp.
Thanks for the new word, Dev! My bottom is whatchamacallit when it comes to the flexi-ruler. Down right tickles!
Nice one Quell. I like the last paragraph the best…….the after spanking bit lol.
I hope you havent set the bar for the rest of us now what with handing in your homework so promptly. I have a feeling that the Professor will expect all homework to be as prompt from now on.
Quel, a excellent essay, I really enjoyed it.
Dev attracts some really tasty brats, and educates them as well.
He seems to be very good for you, that’s your He I mean.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Polly, I’m sure Quel would never think of leaving you without what you need, and certainly I never would. Your spankings are yours, unquestionably.
You’re very welcome, Season. And I know a few girls who would like to borrow your intransigence of bottom regarding the flexi-ruler. One of them calls that implement pure evil.
Jay, homework ALWAYS is to be turned in promptly.
Thanks, Paul. :-)
And yet both these implements often are necessary evils, sort of like some medicines and of course the E word.
Wonderful essay, Quel! I enjoyed this!
… Keith Jones … dreamy …
xoxo
*blush*
Thanks, guys! I really appreciate all your kind words. I admit I was a little nervous when Dev said he wanted to post it to the blog. I wasn’t sure how it would be recieved!
Season, I had that reaction times ten when I was writing it! I was blushing and squirming in my seat as I wrote.
Professor, that would be a very nice dream to come true. *grins* Although I would rather have a good girl spanking from you than a punishment one!
And Stephen liked my essay a great deal. He thinks I am a talented wordsmith.
Polly, thanks for the offer but I wouldn’t want to take what’s yours. :p But I will go first so maybe he will have worn out his hand by the time he gets to you. Hey! You could help me think of something naughty we could do. If you’re gonna go down, go down swinging!
Clever bunny, huh? I like that. :-)
Quel, I’m not sure I remember how to administer a good girl spanking. Tell you what – we’ll call it that no matter how much it stings and burns and ouches. And if you behave yourself, no corner time. Best I can do, especially if you’re going to ‘go down swinging.’
But yeah, I think your debut piece went over quite well.
Oh, and that’s exactly what I told Polly about her offer but she acted like she didn’t believe me.
Quel wonderful job on your homework!
Since everyone is being so generous, I thought long and hard what I could give up for you. Hmmmmm… I know you can have any and all future blite homework assignments.
No you don’t need to thank me, honestly it is my pleasure!
Great job and thanks for sharing!
:D
Um, gee thanks, cj.
The Professor has already assigned me another essay, however, so any other homework will have to wait. And if it’s late, you get to take the punishment. Sounds fair to me. :p
Professor, this is what I think of corner time.
Ick, blech. *sticks tongue out*
Just no hairbrushes, okay?
With that attitude, I expect you get a lot of corner time, Quel. As to the hairbrush, that will depend in part on whether you swing for the fences when you do go down.
Well okay – not to divulge any family secrets but I rarely use a hairbrush anyway. The one I used on Erica was a prop provided by Shadow Lane. It was a really nice one though, and if I come to your house for the procedure you’ll have yours handy. But of course I’ll check with Him first if I decide to try it. Don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.
No problem Quel, it is a deal…
Good for you, keep the ol’ guy busy for the rest of us, ok?
What “ol’ guy” would that be, CJ? Do you need some time in the corner to think of an answer that won’t get you into even more trouble, young lady?
Uh, no. No need to ask Him if you can use the hairbrush. I, er, think he’d say no. Yeah, he’d def say no. You could use a nice soft bunny slipper tho.
Yeah right. We’ll let the bunny keep his slipper I think.
How about a nice feather?
I TOTALLY agree about hairbrushes PURE UNADULTERATED EVIL. Right up there with the Wilton Scraper and the Wooden Bath Brush. Yuck! Your description Quel had me squirming in sympathy,though My Sir does not do corner or kneeling time(I have bad knees). :)
Feathers are for feather beds, or else for writing quills, Quel. You may use one of the latter for your next essay.
Scunge, has your fellow tried sitting you in a chair facing the corner post spanking? No strain on the knees and all the same benefits – vulnerability, embarrassment, plus ouchiness on a freshly spanked heinie. Just wanted to mention, in case he is reading.
Wooden Bath Brush? Sounds fascinating, but I have no idea what a Wilton Scraper is. We had some fairly heavy duty ice scrapers for car windows in Minnesota but I never used any for spanking. Perhaps I missed out.
Polly, you have stirred up more than your share of mischief around here so I see little evidence of the ‘good influence’ you mention. The champagne on Friday I can go along with, but the other two suggestions are simply not on – like that’s any surprise to you.
As far as CJ, I will take care of sorting her out, thank you just the same.
Enjoy your breakfast.
“She could run her own class in how to be a naughty girl.”
Polly, you are onto something here. Brats teaching classes instead of the Tops! Wonder what the homework would be like?
Tonight’s homework: Students will imbibe in the drink of their choice until feeling blissful.
What would the class titles be?
The Art and Science of Building and Using Marshmallow Shooters
CJ – when does registration begin?
Owe me a drink, Dev! And it isn’t even 7 am yet. So a splash of champers in my oj will do. :D
And maybe it counts as me doing my homework for CJ’s class already! I always was a teacher’s pet.
Season, isn’t it a bit early in the morning for such unrestrained naughtiness? And I can just envisage the brat classes – tipsy and by definition undisciplined bacchanalias!
While the Top is away . . .
… the brats will run up outrageous to-be-dealt-with scores.
“A complication devoutly to be missed.” -Devlin Shakespeare
“To brat or not to brat, that is the question.” Season Shakespeare
(The answer goes without saying)
“When the going gets bratty, the bratty get spanked.” -Knute O’Neill
“A chocolate in every brat’s mouth!” Quel Shakespeare
“Let them eat chocolate!” Quel Antoinnette
EXCELLENT EXCELLENT post, Quel. You did a wonderful job, and so did Dev presenting it to us. Thank you both so very much. :) Can not wait to see your next essay.
Dev, you said “As to the hairbrush, that will depend in part on whether you swing for the fences when you do go down.” Using a sports metaphor! I am astonished, Bro. Next you’ll be quoting Knute Rockne to us. *G* And an actual Rockne quote is: “A coach’s greatest asset is his sense of responsibility – the reliance placed on him by his players.” Just substitute Top’s for “coach’s” and brats for “players” and that can be part of the blog’s Mission Statement.
cj and Polly running brat classes. The mind reels! Bet class will be held in a round room with no corners. Can you imagine Gwen, Kristina, Season and all the other girls combining their brat energy into one powerful confluence. The Earth will be tipped off its axis.
Erica, so good to see you, and thanks for the info on Joule Jackson.
Devlin Shakespeare, Polly Shakespeare, Season Shakespeare and Quel Shakespeare, my, but you guys are classin’ up da joint.
But bottom line, (!) a fabulous post, Quel. Thanks for sharing. :)
Could be the surfeit of Olympic coverage that accounts for the sports metaphor, Michael – or just spring training fever. I do live in Florida after all. But more likely it was that I was temporarily bereft of apt Shakespearian lines.
And you’re quite right, both about the earth off its axis thing, and Quel’s post being good.
I highly doubt Professor O’Neill was “…temporarily bereft of apt Shakespearian lines.” More likely imbibing in the single malt and temporally bereft of sobriety. *G*
Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we spank.
The new motto of Dev and Michael.
Fee fie foh fum, I smell the blood of an English woman!
i.e. Hi, Polly! :-)
Polly! I don’t care if WS used the word, you need to watch your language and mind your manners.
Sober at the moment, Michael, but tired.
Thank you, Michael! :-)
Don’t gasp too hard but I’ve rather missed writing essays. Most of my schoolwork these days consists of medical terminology and animal specifications. Not much call for writing papers these days!
How about this gem for you, Professor?
“If you go to see the woman, do not forget the whip”
Nietzche said that, although I can’t remember in what context. But nevermind, brats are very good at taking things out of context.
I looked but couldn’t find the context either, Quel. He also said something about men needing danger and play, and women filling this need because they’re dangerous playthings. I think FN just had to say outrageous things from time to time to keep himself amused.
If a Sweet Brat has offended,
Think but this and all is mended.
That some Tops but slumber’d here
While some mischief did appear.
And this hairbrush spanking theme,
No more yielding, but a dream,
Gentle Tops, don’t reprehend;
On Good Girl spankings we depend.
If a Brat has run amok
She shall have unearned luck,
Now to ‘scape the Devlin rant,
She shall endeavor to enchant:
Else the Brat a Liar call,
So wine and chocolate for you all,
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
But not on my bottom, and we’ll make amends.
A Midsummer Night’s Mischief, W. Shakespeare (ish)
Larken
Whoever you are, Larken, many thanks. That is awe inspiring and I’m a bit misty eyed at the moment.
Larken, Very cool! Thanks!
Now Professor, what is with all this ” As far as CJ, I will take care of sorting her out, thank you just the same.”
I was just saying hi to the gang, in my own special way, no need for such things as sorting.
Season, registration is set for March 1st, I think we should all take our specialties and set up courses. This degree is wonderful, no homework except to practice all skills on this blog, at your leisure. Yep just the thing for all of us.
Life is GOOD!
It will be good once the sorting out is accomplished, CJ. Did you think you’d been gone long enough I had forgot how impudent you were to me earlier? Not likely, young lady.
Me impudent? Naaaahhh Professor, I can barely spell it, let alone be impudent. I mean the very idea, that one can be something, that one can not even spell. It just boggles the mind.
As for using the words good and sorting in the same sentence, is that allowed? In my experience , sorting has always left me with a lot of pain, in a certain part of my anatomy, which has never felt good.
Besides Professor, ya know I love ya, :)
Sorted is what you need to be, CJ, strictly and until you can’t sit comfortably. Out of love, of course.
I have a question. Why is d**n still considered a swear word? I mean really it is so benign. Also some words elsewhere are swears while in the States they are not,such as b****y. :D
As for the Wilton Scraper that is a pervertable. I bought it at Kmart,it is a silicone scraper with a hard red center. Supposed to be used for scraping bowls after baking and such. Ours has NEVER been used for anything but discipline as I really ABHOR plastic or any of it’s cousins. :(
Since you asked, Scunge, I will tell you that d**n is, has been, and always will be a swear word. It is in fact the original curse word and around here will always get the user censored and perhaps told off, unless used by a Top, and then just censored.
The other word, the B one, is a very naughty word to many of our readers. One in particular is not allowed to use it at all ever which she finds most annoying but I think she’s getting used to it. Because so many of our readers know to the roots of their English cuticles that it is naughty, that one too will get you told off and/or censored around here.
I should also mention the A word since you brought up the subject, and there are others that will get you into trouble as I’m sure you know.
Because I’m in charge, that’s why.
Oh, and thanks for the info on the scraper. Sounds jolly effective! :-)
Season, love the new motto you came up with for me and Dev. Hope you and your sister brats are still smiling when we carry it out. ;)
Quel, great that Dev and this blog is rekindling your creative writing spark, and can’t wait to read more.
cj, you being impudent is just you being your dear wonderful, if bratty, self.
Larken, I know Dev made your excellent Shakespeare riff into its own post and I already commented there, but I will mention again how delightful your work is. :)
Scunge, Wilton Scraper sounds like a character out of a Shakespeare play.
Oh sure pull the old CAUSE I SAID SO card. Don’t suppose you are going to Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City this April by any chance or are you? :D
I will, of course, but thank you. As to the Weekend you mention, I never have heard of it so I expect I won’t. Sounds interesting though. Do you suppose the snow will be gone by then?
A very nice post, Quel!
The hairbrush I use is actually a clothesbrush, but I call it a “hairbrush” out of a sense of tradition and the response the word evokes in the soon-to-be recipient.
My “hairbrush” is 12″ long–7″ of handle, and 5″ of oval spanking surface–and while I don’t use it often, it has proven to be very effective when I do.
Dr. Ken
I like the photo of naughty women over the man’s knee, receiving a bare bottom spanking. Made even more erotic for me, because she is wearing garter-belt and stockings.