Only Bare Bottoms?

Yesterday's post about paddling tight-fitting jeans fell flat with readers. Oh well, Jack and I enjoyed the memories.

Guess you are only interested in bare bottoms?

The first person who enters the elevator with me, I will let paddle me.

Sounds Like the Crack from a Rifle

I love to hear the crack of a wooden paddle on snug-fitting jeans. So does Bacall.

I shared our fondness for that rifle crack sound with a gal on social media. She replied

omg yesss the way that sharp CRACK echoes when it smacks my jeans right on the sweet spot. gets me so fucking wet instantly

Since we quit traveling, she feels no need for denim. She now buys slacks that she thinks will be fun to paddled in. Thin and smooth. She will come to wherever I happen to be and ask me to feel how good they feel. Half the time, she will bring along a paddle. Life is good.

There zero comments on the Paul Thorn tune I showcased last week, I Guess I Will Stay Married. How about Can't Find My Way Home" written by Steve Winwood that was released by Blind Faith on their 1969 album. 1969! The year Bacall and I married. This version by Haley Reinhart is remarkable for the shorts she is wearing. Woof.

When Bacall retired, the DOW was 10,000. It just passed 50,000.

Personal achievement - I fixed Colorado Chile Stew yesterday. I remembered not to rub my eyes or touch my Johnson after handling the dried chiles.

First Thursday

For Openers

I always loved a half slip. She knows what he wants to see and pushes it out.

Done Been Spanked

Totally Unrealted Items

I had a better draft post, but Blogger decided I did not need it, and it went poof. First time for that.

Back in the days of white heels and big trunks.

I have always enjoyed verbal jousting with women, especially the sassy ones. I knew beforehand I might not win the match, but I enjoyed the tussle. When they realized I would not back down, they might give ground to level the playing field.

That's how I met my wife. I was working in the Men's Clothing Department part-time while I took classes part-time. The store was having a sale. Their sales were always a big event.

While I was finishing up with a customer, I noticed a cute gal with her hands on her hips, and a divine bubble butt not so patiently waiting. She had come in to buy her younger brother a suit. I mismarked the suit for alterations on purpose so she would have to come in again. Conviently the alteration ticket had her phone number on it.

I don't recall if I spanked her on the first or second date. 

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Joni Mitchel - Laughing and crying you know it's the same release. I have thought that spanking and orgasm are the same release.

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FIFTY-FOUR PERCENT of American adults read below a sixth-grade level. We are becoming a postliterate society.

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I find this humorous. A gal from Mississippi that I paddled a few times a year introduced me to Paul Thorn.  I have posted some of her emails in the past. There are more. I should post some of them. She could be exceptionally sassy when she wanted to ensure a good paddling.

PaulThorn - I Guess I'll Just Stay Married

Eleven for Your Consideration

Since I announced my changed tastes and reduced posts, readership has plummeted, along with comments. Hope folks found something better.

She makes me feel good just looking at her

Proud to show off her matching set

On her toes

The Last Monday of January

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