First, for Bacall and I, our daughter and our three grandkids, 2017 is looking a lot brighter than the last 8 years. We are hopeful. Giving people the rhetoric of hope, lifting them with mere words, is just not the same as delivering results. We are hopeful Trump will find the Reset button and reverse the myriad of stifling regulations made in the last 8 years. We are hopeful Congress will wake up and do their job and we can return to The Rule Of Law. Erica recently posted some of the usual pedestrian progressive vitriol lightly veiled in humor taking me to task for my remarks suggesting she cut out her whining over Trump. Going back a few weeks, I said what I wanted to say then removed the posts after a week or so. She could not leave it alone. I will not get in the gutter with her. It's senseless. It's like playing chess with a pigeon. She is not going to change her mind. Sir Francis Bacon wrote many years ago: “People prefer to believe what they prefer to be true.” All the facts in the world will not dissuade some people from a fixed belief. She and her friends will rail against anyone not of their faith. It's not Trump, it's anyone that is not liberal.
I must say that her incest suggestions are particularly egregious. That's really getting in the gutter. It's not her fault. She came to her liberal orthodoxy from her parents and their friends. I call it environment liberalism. I got my conservation foundation from my father, a small businessman, one who signed paychecks. She grew up the entertainment world, which has always been populated by the progressives. SoCal is not known as La La Land for no reason. Her father could have been an academic or in civil service, two other fields where dissenting views, no matter how well reasoned or empirical, are not welcome. They live in a fantasy world. To all the buttercups, snowflakes, etc. I know you will do your best to make life disagreeable for those of my faith. If you must screw your face into a scowl for the next four years and be mean, petty and abusive, well nothing I can do about it. Let's all have a good thought that Erica will not turn her pretty face into something like this.
We could all do with less fear and loathing. Hate is a one mean bitch.
Signed Profoundly Deplorable It's been over a week since I wrote this and hate is flowing like molten lava. The left is trying to turn the whole country into a liberal safe space — safe for them, dangerous for anyone who disagrees with them. Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
For years, we heathens, erroneously believed The 12 Days Of Christmas preceded Christmas. We celebrated by giving each other pops with our one-of-a-kind hand painted Santa Spoon. One pop for each day. Well, two pops the first day and four on the third day just to make it more interesting. The spoon is hand carved Arkansas Cherry. A dear friend of Bacall's made it for us. He made us a lot of toys. The spoon side is lightly dished. Not worth a damn for cooking, but it cups a bottom great. Bill died of stomach cancer before his time. He is missed. It's heavy and has more thud than sting. When you get up to about 8 licks with it, you are ready for it to end. That's the history. Only a few years ago we learned that The 12 Days really start on Christmas. So Bacall changed our celebration to Red Panty and Red Paddle Days for the days before Christmas and then the spoon is used for The 12 Days. Got that? It's 24 days of paddling.
The spoon at our old home
The spoon at our current home
Bacall puts the spoon in action on a Christmas visitor
Red Panty Days These are mostly all about and for Bacall. She loves being padded in panties and she has a large drawer of play panties. I have some panties also and a few are red. The other day I put on a pair and asked her to guess what color I had on. She guessed right and she got really giddy putting the red paddle to me after I had paddled her. We lay on the bed embracing and she remembered it was our anniversary. It's not a big deal for us and we often forget. We decided that we should take some more pops to commemorate the date and so we did. You can guess what happened afterwards.
Her screen debut was in 1977 in Peter Bogdanovich's The Last Picture Show. I love that movie. Ben Johnson was a standout. I also enjoyed the sequel Texasville. [It's difficult to locate now]
There was racy nude scene (for 1977) that shows Cybill stripping in an initiation. I like it because she is wearing a girdle, de rigeur for 1951, the period of the movie. Nothing like a girdle on a girl who does not need one.
Would have loved to hear a paddle smacking her girdled bottom
Wednesday Bacall got out all of her red panties, seven of them and laid them on the bed. She said she was having difficulty get in the spirit and thought if I spanked her in red panties every day, it would be helpful. The things I have to do. The first three days I used the red paddle on her. This morning I had her laying face down on the couch while I brought down my belt on her red panties. Maybe tomorrow the Santa spoon?
A female friend observed that I am spoiled with Bacall. I am. Before I can think about paddling a backside, they must pass my test. The test includes looks, dress, no tats, etc. Then we can talk. Here are two that pass my initial test.
A reader suggested we try an interactive post. He is asking you tell us a little about your most memorable adult spanking and why it's memorable to you. I am asking that if you post anonymously, that you sign your post with some name, any name. Come on take a minute and share your most memorable adult spanking with the other readers.
From the 1971 high school science textbook Probing The Natural World. [Only on Google Books] "Suppose you had misbehaved and your mother said she was going to take a paddle to you. So that this will be a learning experience for you, your mother decides to let you choose which paddle will be used.
Which paddle would you choose to keep down the amount of kinetic energy transferred from the paddle to you? Now you have found that mass and velocity can explain kinetic energy. Mass Speed of Swing Paddle 1 .5 kg .30 m/sec Paddle 2 1.0 .15 m/sec" less Having zero knowledge of physics, I don't know the answer. Twice the mass, swing half as fast, a toss up. Talk about learning a lesson. Thanks Mom.
This woman has a lot of paddles to choose from.
The shoes are a turn off to me, but she has quite a paddle collection. Love the colors.
I had a hard drive crash over a year ago. I then erased the backup for the Windows partition. Hey, all those black external drives look alike. Then we were on the road and did not have the bandwidth to download operating systems. I finally installed the latest version of Parallels. They advised that the year old version I had licensed was not recommended for Mac Sierra OS. So with Parallels installed and $50 lighter, I installed Windows 7. That’s another story. I foolishly took the Windows 10 upgrade to find out it eats so much of the processor, you spend more time waiting than you do doing anything. So all the prep work being done I installed Windows Live Writer. I had really missed it. It was a PIA to get it all done, but now I can update all my blogs from one place again. No signing out of one account to sign into another. All of the signon’s are maintained in Live Writer. It also allows me to create posts off-line and upload them when we have an internet connection. Important when we are traveling. Now I only need to discover what I need to have spell check in Live Writer.
Now no one cares about all this, so how about a picture of Bacall in a short plaid skirt. She was in the position in Vicksburg, MS when this was taken.