Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Our Anniversary

We had our anniversary last week.

First, I gave Becall a long and thorough paddling with her favorite leather paddle, the one that makes her moan with delight. She looked good in her panties decorated with wrapped presents and her bright red bra.

She loves to paddle me OTK, my least fav position, but it was Christmas so wearing the boxers with Santa going down the chiminey on both the front and back of them, I went her over lap and she applied the stingy red paddle to Santa. That always makes her smile.

We then got out our batten - like a long wooden ruler. I gave her eight on the inside of her legs and she gave me about a dozen on the front and back of my legs. It stings like an electrical shock, but we both love it.

Then as only switches would do, we each gave the other half of the licks celebrating the many years we have been married. These licks were applied on our bare bottoms with our Santa spoon - large, heavy and stings.

We were both overly stimulated by then and made several shapes of the beast on our bed.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Spanking Weekend

An out-of-town couple drove to our home last Friday. We enjoyed catching up with them and engaging in a little play before bed. The next morning, we all drove a little north of here to spend the rest of the weekend with another couple in their fine new home.

As usual when we get together with our spanking friends, we do more eating and talking than spanking. This weekend was no exception. Quite enjoyable.

Before we parted ways we made plans to get together in a warmer climate next month.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Her Turn

Yesterday was her turn. She likes a day to anticipate a spanking. That really gets her hot, this time was no exception.

I about melted when I saw her. She had on matching floral print bra and panties and her pearls. She was also properly submissive. I should have taken a picture.

I had her sit in the wing chair in the bedroom and knelt in front of her with the batten in my hand. This position allows her to hold her legs up and apart and gives me excellent access to the inside of her thighs. I also apply the licks slowly while she watches. After every few licks, I tap her sensitive spot with the batten until she is about to come, then stop.

After a dozen or so on her thighs, I had her bend over the bed and applied her favorite holey paddle over her panties. Six light licks, followed by six moderate licks. Next, I asked her if she would take six with a myrtle wood paddle she bought that she has a love hate relationship with on her bare bottom. It’s turn on for her be asked to submit, so of course she said yes. I was hot myself as I lowered her panties, had her bend back over the bed. I administered six moderate licks, which got her bottom red hot.

You know what happened next.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

My bottom is sore

It has been awhile since we have posted. All is well and the spankings continue.

Yesterday, we went panty shopping and got three new pair, peach, pink and red.

Becall was a bit snippy this morning, she felt bad about it and brought me her hairbrush when she got out of the shower, still damp. Six stingers improved her attitude - a lot.

Later in the morning, after I had showered and we both had on new panties, it was my turn. I admit I was feeling needy and she accomodated me.

I had asked for a hand spanking, not something that we normally do. But it felt good. I told her that if she wanted to use the hairbrush on me, today would be a good day. She upped the ante by wetting my bottom first. She lay on a dozen or so and it made me recall that Vidal Sasson makes a mean hairbrush.

We kissed and fondled for a long time. She stroked my erection through the panties.

Next it was the batten on my legs, eight on the front and an equal number on the back of legs. I danced. What a pain slut I am.

More stroking and fondling ensued.

Finally, she gave me ten with a light paddle, and another ten with the Principal's paddle. We finished the session off with a little of the ole in and out.

My bottom was still a little sore several hours later.

A great day!

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Bedroom Submission

As our first posts described, we are not into discipline or punishment. Nor are we very much into dominance or submission. We both have dominate personalities and we are very much independent. However, in some of our sessions we engage in what we call bedroom submission. It is a great feeling to let go, but it only lasts for a few minutes. When Becall feels the need, she lets me know and we go through the footwork to get her mind into a calm, submissive state. A state where she wants to be paddled hard. A state where her normally vocal orgasms are ramped up several notches. Interestingly, it is all done with my voice. Over the years, I have learned the things to say that make her quiver.

I also enjoy being submissive, but I am an easy case. All she has to do is tell me something like, “I am going to give you another ten licks. I am going to make them really hard. Will take them like a good boy for me?”

Monday, September 3, 2007

An old spanking story by Will Henry

This is excerpted from Modern Spanking by Will Henry, Viceroy Books, 1969. Stories like this fueled my passion for spanking during the 60's.

Edna R. is a 46-year old housewife who has had considerable experience with spanking both as donor and as recipient. A tall (five feet, ten inches) brunette, Edna is meticulous about keeping her girlish figure and is often mistaken for a much younger woman. Here is Edna's report about her spanking activities:

"I have had many years of experience with spanking both as spanker and spankee. I received spankings at home from my father until I was in my twenties, and my husband took up where he left off. I can still expect a spanking or two a week. I also spank my two daughters, who are now 20 and 18. In addition, I've both given and taken paddlings in connection with club initiation stunts. While others may disagree with me, I feel that spanking adds a certain spice to life. It's intimate and more than a little sexy, but it's also a very effective form of discipline. I know that I, for one, do not regret any of the experiences I have had, and I am looking forward to more in the future.

"When my husband is at home, I am expected to wear a pretty dress of combination sweater and skirt, nylon hose, high heels and pretty un-dies Girdles are forbidden as house wear. I have always worked to keep my figure trim, so I have no objection to dressing this way. The dresses and skirts I wear around the house these days are hemmed to end three-four inches above my knees, which is considerably shorter than I would wear publicly or even if we were expecting guests. The girls kid me quite a bit but I am used to that.

"When my husband decides that I am to be spanked, I am called into his study and the door is closed. Our daughters never witness my spankings, although they may be present in the house when one is administered. The study is far from soundproof and they can easily hear what is going on even with the door closed. They of course have known for a long time that I get spanked, and think nothing of it although they can rarely resist kidding me a little after a session.

"As many times as 1 have reported to the study for discipline, I still bite my lip and feel weak in the knees. As soon as I have closed the door behind me, I am required to grasp the hem of my skirt or dress and gather it up around my waist both in front and back. I must then walk over to my husband, who is seated on a leather couch. Despite the privacy and my many previous experiences, I still blush furiously and feel thoroughly ashamed as I walk to him with my panties and long stockinged legs on view. I might mention that my husband has adopted the same practice my father used to employ on me, even when I was a big girl in my twenties.

"As I stand in front of him facing him directly, he begins working my panties down off my hips. 1 still go absolutely scarlet when he completely exposes me this way, and having to hold my own skirts up so that he can see everything makes it twice as embarrassing. He is never in a hurry at this point, and always pauses for a good eyeful while I stand there crimson with shame and feeling completely ridiculous. It's almost something of a relief when he finally turns me down over his lap, and I feel his forearm clamp down firmly on the small of my back.

"The discipline starts with a hand spanking, followed by the hairbrush. The hand spanking begins slowly and lightly, and is often accompanied by a scolding to make me feel juvenile. He knows how to raise the temperature in my bottom very slowly and evenly: It isn't long before I am beginning to feel very warm and tingly. In spite of all the experience I have had, I still feel completely childish and deeply embarrassed at having a masculine hand applied to my upturned and completely bare buttocks. The hand spanking continues until my bottom is rosy, and I am blinking back tears and squirming considerably.

"After this warming up, the hair brushing commences. With the very first spank of the brush, I have to howl and squirm furiously. He applies it briskly and usually alternates from one cheek to the other. As that brush raises the temperature in my bottom very rapidly, the tears come and I find myself crying and carrying on just as I did as a teenager years ago. My husband never stops a spanking until the sight of my thoroughly reddened bottom convinces him that he has gotten his point across.

"Following one of those hairbrush workouts, my bottom is afire. My husband long ago adopted my father's old rule prohibiting me from rubbing my posterior afterward. I have to stand in the corner, using my hands to keep my skirts up and leaving my panties down so that everything is showing. Standing there while my fire red bottom gradually cools off can be quite a trial, and there are times when I am just simply dying to rub myself back there. My husband usually makes me stand there from ten to fifteen minutes, which is sufficient time to get my tears under control. He then replaces my panties for me, and we kiss and make up.

Friday, August 31, 2007

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

My turn at the altar

The last time we were able to play was last Saturday, when I set Becall's bottom on fire. We have been overbusy since then. This morning, we were alone and she toasted my bottom, butt good.

She told me before she ran an errand that she was going to paddle me when she got back and she named the paddles she was going to use. It sounded good to me, so I helped her. I not only got out the two paddles she named, but feeling bullet proof, I got out three more of the heavy artillery, five in all. When she got back and saw what was on the bed she was delighted and proceeded to put them all to good use.

She decided that six licks with each paddle would about right and she got busy setting me on fire. She paddled me with two wood paddles, then a leather slapper that has a steel enforcer in it. I not only got six licks on the bottom with the slapper, but two licks on the legs!

In between each set of licks, she rubbed me, while we deep kiss and I caress her all over. This gets us both in the mood.

The next paddle is our most lethal. It's made of 9mm plywood and produces a deep burn. This one ensures that you will feel well paddled for a few hours. The final paddle is light, but burns the surface of the skin like nothing else we have. She decided I would get eight licks with the last one. It’s one of her favorites to give, as it makes a loud crack and as usual she made each one of them count. I was able to stay in position for all of the swats and told her it was another great session.

And you know what we did next.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Saturday Morning Play

Yesterday, Becall said she could use a good spanking. I am always eager to oblige. As it happened, I had downloaded an old video that we both like titled “Uncle Wayne Woodshed”. The lead girl has a serious mouth on her and we like that. Uncle Wayne uses a good size strap on his nieces bare bottom with vigor. That got me to thinking. So I rummaged through the toy bag to find some implements that had not been used lately. I found a hard leather strap that was given to us by a friend. Becall was making French Toast and I bent her over the island to remind her of how the strap felt. It had the desired effect, she was now trying to talk herself out of the spanking. Fat chance.

Another paddle she has not felt in years, The Sheriff’s Paddle from the makers of Uncle Wayne Woodshed” was taken from the toy bag. It looks like a frat paddle, but is made of light wood and has many holes. It’s a little stingy, but not bad. It makes a swoosh sound when swung. I laid the strap, Sheriff’s Paddle and a crop on the bed knowing she would see them and went about my morning activities. After making her wait an hour, I found her ready, but reluctant, but got her in the bedroom and pulled out some more toys. Her fav strap and paddle, plus a pig slapper that had not been used in many months. The sensations were going to be different today and I resolved to make it memorable.

I started with her fav strap, that was made by a friend. It has soft leather on one side and stiff leather on the reverse side. She can tell the difference in a flash. I warmed her up with a hundred or so licks, all with the soft side. Next I used the pig slapper and this got her attention. Marvelous! So I continued.

I had her stand to take the crop. May I say our crop is the real deal, made for horse flesh. I use it slowly and stop every few strokes to tap her more delicate parts with the tip of the crop. This generates a lot of ass wiggling, which leads to more strokes.

While standing I gave her six with the Sheriff’s Paddle and then removed her panties to finished her off with six from her fav wood paddle. I must say her bottom was redder than it has been for a month or more. I had resolved to not be as lenient on her as I have been of late and I did.

Then we made the double backed monster for quite a long time.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Play Time

I doubt many will find either the factual or fantasy stories posted here to be "hot", but it's the best I can do. Perhaps, Becall will feel compelled to post sometime soon? This little story has been played out many times. If you like it, send us an email.

A few times, over the years, we have been able to add another woman to our play. This has always been everyone spanks everyone. Of course, I like to watch the F/F spanking. And I like to spank the both of them. One watching the other receive what she knows she will be getting shortly from me. We have always ended those sessions in bed, with me in the middle giving them simultaneous digital stimulation. I think a moan from one intensifies the experience of the other - one budding orgasm feeding the other.

Being an only child, I admit I especially enjoy it when the paddles are turned on me. They have always taken turns paddling me. While one paddles my backside, the other may be stroking my front side. It’s not long until the pain has muted into a sensual, sexual realm and I only want more. Some of my most intense orgasms have been with me standing between them and both of them fondling me, a finger pressed on my anus, my balls cupped and two hands on my jade stalk. After climax, it is all I can do to remain standing, as it feels like my bones have melted.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

My thoughts

There are a lot more bottoms, both males and females than there are tops. Tops of either gender are rare and in great demand.

True switches are almost as rare as true tops. Most male switches will morph into bottoms given the chance. Most female switches are doing a favor, desiring to please, more than being into topping.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Play Time

We both like to be told the day before that we are going to be paddled the next day. It gives us something to think about and anticipate. Our favorite time to play is in the morning, when we are rested and not in a hurry. We talk about it and then take our showers and get dressed for play. I normally put on some attractive underwear and a t-shirt. She dons one of her sexy bra and panty outfits. We may talk or read some more, delaying what is coming and boosting the anticipation level.

What’s ideal for me
Over the years, we have found that a dozen or so licks with a heavy paddle, followed by another dozen or so with a stingy paddle puts me in a euphoric state.

What’s ideal for her
A long warm-up with my hand, lightly used, with lots of massaging of her bottom and back. This is followed by several leather toys, belts, straps, paddles and crops. By the time, I finish with the leather goods, Harriett is moaning and wet. I then use her favorite wood paddle, a small one with holes. After a few dozen swats with it, I finish her off with several licks from a really stingy paddle. We have two that she has a love/hate relationship with, one we simply call the red paddle. The second paddle is made from myrtlewood. Both burn.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Then and now – the dreaded switch

The worst of the punishments I got as a kid were from my Mother when she decided to use a switch. It did not matter which way I turned to escape the switch, any place the switch landed on my legs worked just fine as far as she was concerned. She held one hand of mine and I was free to twist anyway I choose. It was scary.

All through my adult life, I never wanted to experience a switch or a cane. That is until one woman insisted I take some cane strokes and she put some of them on my legs. They burned. It was like an electric shock. I endured it.

A few weeks later, I was surprised when I started day-dreaming about being caned on the legs again. I got the nerve to tell Becall and she obliged me. I now find it delicious.

I purposely turn to get strokes on the front of my legs. What a pain slut I have become.

After the caning, my bottom is untouched, ready for the paddle.

And the really good part is, I am erect from start to finish.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

It’s not punishment, don’t bring Mom into this

I do not need or want to be scolded. My ideal spanker is one who is gleefully sadistic. One who smiles and tells me that she is going to burn my bottom up and then proceeds to do just that. She takes pride in hearing the paddle crack forcefully squarely across the meaty fullness of my ass cheeks. She does not flinch when I react to the pain She is firm and ensures the session is business like. But she also has a sense of humor. It's breathtaking to hear her to tell me to assume a novel position and not to move until she tells me I can.

What makes it work for me

1) The top's demeanor. "Professional" and cordial. I am going to light your bottom up, I am going to enjoy doing it and I see no reason to project anything other than delight while I attend to you.

2) Appearance. Most any outfit works for me. What would not work would be very casual attire such as sweat pants. A skirt is good. A glimpse of stocking tops is great. I admit the clicking of heels on a hard floor adds excitement.

3) Words. The discussion of what is to come, orders to assume a position, etc. speaking to the mind makes up most of what is going on.

4) I like it short and sweet. Not that many licks, but hard ones, with serious paddles that push me. 15 to 30 licks are enough.

5) No warm-up and all on the bare bottom.

6) In a bent over position please. OTK is punishment to me. Over a low table, a chair, a bed, on my knees. Heck anything, but OTK.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I am a pain slut, what do I mean by that?

I got paddled in almost every grade from the first to 10th. I dreaded it every time I was sentenced. They "broke me down" almost every time. So, it's curious that in adult life I want to relive anything like my childhood punishments.

Of course, it's not punishment at all now, rather pure hedonistic pleasure. When I first started out taking paddlings as an adult I wanted long sessions with lots of licks - first over my pants, then shorts and finally bare bottom. Always starting with a light paddle and working up to a serious one.

It was in later years that I became a pain slut, wanting a serious paddle used full force on my bare bottom right from the start. 20 or 30 licks with a serious paddle comes close to my limits and duplicating the warmth in my rear of all those school sessions, except without fear or tears. Now instead of it being a supreme effort to comply with "bend over", I now happily present my bottom in the best position to take my licks.

I learned that warm-ups allow the endorphins to dull the pain. I want the pain. I want to get my licks before the endorphins have time to mitigate the sting. I want the paddling to be hard and always on the bare.

You might think that such a paddling would not be sexually stimulating. I admit that in the early years hard licks would cause my erection to fail. Now I sport a rigid member from start to finish.

I know others can take more licks, just as hard as the ones I get. But after the endorphins kick in and the sting stops, I have no interest in continuing. I would rather take 30 licks one day and another 30 the next day, rather than 30 stingy ones, followed by 30 I cannot feel.

That's what I mean about being a pain slut.