Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Spanked in the Kitchen - Another Day in Paradise

by Al Gore

The belt hung heavy on its hook by the front door, worn leather coiled neatly like a sleeping snake. It had been there so long, but nobody touched it not since the last time, anyway.


Bacall's Belt

Jenna stood in the kitchen, barefoot on cold tiles, stirring a pot of beef stew with more force than necessary. The steam curled around her face, sticking her dark hair to her temples. She tasted a spoonful out of the pot. She hoped that maybe, somehow, simmering anger would've improved the recipe.

The front door creaked open, Jenna didn't turn around. "If you're here to criticize my cooking again, save it," she snapped. The spoon clattered against the pot's rim.

Jenna heard the familiar thud of takeout bags hitting the counter before she felt the heat of him behind her. Calloused fingers circled her throat not squeezing, just resting there like a warning. "Told you last time," his voice rumbled against the back of her neck, "spoon goes clockwise. Counterclockwise means you're stirrin’ up trouble." His thumb brushed her pulse point, and she swallowed hard.

The five-finger necklace. That’s what he called it when she’d arch into his grip instead of pulling away. When her bratty little huffs dissolved into shivers. The belt might’ve gathered dust, but his hands never forgot their way around her defiance.

Jenna's shoulders dropped half an inch just enough for him to notice. A silent plea disguised as surrender. His fingers twitched against her throat in response, that rough palm pressing firmer until her breath hitched deliciously. She arched back against him, hips rolling into the counter’s edge.

"Always gotta push, don’t you?" His chuckle vibrated through her spine as he nudged her forward, bending her over the kitchen island. The takeout bags rustled as he shoved them aside with one hand, the other already working the tie of her sweatpants. Cool air kissed the backs of her thighs when the fabric pooled around her ankles. She clenched her fists in anticipation, forehead pressed to the granite.

The granite chilled her cheek as she exhaled, body taut like a bowstring. His palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades not restraining, just *present* and the weight of that single touch unraveled something knotted deep in her ribs. Jenna didn’t want gentle. Gentle was for people who hadn’t memorized the way leather sounded when it slipped free of belt loops.

His fingers trailed down her spine, slow enough to make her squirm. "This what you been itching for, girl?" The tease in his voice prickled her skin. She hated when he made her ask. Hated how her thighs wanted to open for him. The first smack cracked through the kitchen like a gunshot, sharp enough to startle a gasp from her lips before the burn bloomed across her backside. Jenna sighed, Just Another Day in Paradise.


Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Our First Spanking Bench

I have posted about spanking benches more than once over the years. A reader mentioned one in a comment last week. So here I go again.

I built a hiking bench to keep our abs in shape over the winter. What? We raced a small sailboat. All ballast was the two of us. In a fresh breeze, we sat on the rail, hooked our legs under straps and leaned back - up to 90 degrees - to keep the boat flat. After 10-15 minutes in this position, your legs start to burn or even shake. But, gee, it's fun. Spray jetting away from the boat.

This is us in 1981, as published in a sailing magazine.


See those flat stomachs. We did not weigh enough to keep the boat flat.


This is not us, but a more exciting picture. 


This is the spanking/kneeling bench, formerly a hiking bench. I removed the straps and Bacall added the cushions. Note the wrist cuffs.

Any pictures you care to share with fellow OBB readers?


Sunday, March 1, 2026

Bacall

First, thanks to all those who participated inanswering the question Which room is most used for spanking. I have another like question that I will post next? week.

I was gratified that no one mentioned the bathroom. So many pro images depict that room.

This was me most of last week. Feeling better today.




Yes, I did. Our first date was July 4th. On July 20th, Bacall fell asleep in my lap. That's when I discovered that anything to do with science was verboten to her.

PervertiblesWe liked vanilla toy shopping - some term them pervertibles. We were with a vanilla couple in a small kinky store in the Florida panhandle. Bacall took a short whip down, slapped her bare thigh with it, and said Ooh! Her gf said WTF did you do that for? Another tale of living with Bacall.

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Have you ever had this happen to you? You ask a woman a question that has a yes or no answer. You open a channel for a one-word answer. Suddenly, your circuits are overloaded and scrambled as she tells you a story. At the end of her story, you will not know if her answer was yes or no.

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Ever notice in films someone will threaten another with a gun? Point it right in their face. And then they will get serious and cocked the pistol or rack a shell in the chamber. Creates drama, I suppose.

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When we started traveling in 2006, my theme song was The Road Goes On Forever. Now it's When The Long Road Ends.

Friday, February 27, 2026

You Tell Us II

Trying something different. Curious how many will respond. Curious if you will write more than one sentence. The question for you is:

In your home, which room is most used for spanking?

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I posted about thinking I was going to faint at the imaging center on Monday. I have been headed downhill since then. Twice in the past, Leukemia has put me in bed or a recliner for a week or so. This may be another event. Bed at 7 last night. Up at 4, back to bed at 7 for another hour or so. Slept 13 hours the next day.

This explains why I have not posted this week.

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Srarting the Week Right

 This post had scant eyeballs over the weekend. Let's try again with an update at the end. Comments are open.

She Has Eyeballs

Her sister was at the blood draw place yesterday afternoon in jean shorts. Woof. My quarterly check to ensure I don't have a drop Testostrone in me.




Not a fav color, but the Jeep has 12.50x35's and she has a cute butt





Made me remember when Bacall saw one these and we tried it out in the store.



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The Invisible Man

https://seandietrich.com/the-invisible-man-2/

Thursday, February 19, 2026

Spanking Sayings by Reader Tom S

Another lost post found and published


See the first comment for info on this gif


Spanking fetishists aren't cured

when they hit bottom.


I imagined the following as left-chest embroidery on a polo shirt. This would be a very subtle, humorous way of sparking a conversation: 

Captain

National Coed Spanking Team


Finalist

World's Most Spankable Women


Poems:

Roses are red;

Your bottom is too.

I'll keep on spanking

And enjoying the view!


Some men savor

Fine old wines;

But my pervy preference

Is a cute girl's behind!



Sunday, February 15, 2026

Entirely Suitable for Spanking


For Openers

Only three of these are left. This goes out for John, who loves redheads and has a cold.













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