Boat Paddles

Everyone’s favorite Blogger Hermione had a post about boat paddles a week or so back. [How was that for sucking up?] Her post reminded me of something we did some years back. Bacall decided that our spare boat paddle would make a marvelous birthday present to a spanking companion.

Of course, I was obliged to use the boat paddle on her. I know, I know, it was difficult, but I sucked it up and paddled her little bottom until it was crimson red.

The amazing thing about this is that I can still wear that same shirt after all these years.

Later, we bought a souvenir paddle for ourselves. It’s 18 inches long with a fish painted on one side. It hangs in our RV ready for use. It has plenty of sting.

If you enlarge the picture you will see that it cracked lengthwise and was repaired. Bacall has a long history of having paddles broken on her.

Short Plaid Skirts

I will give her a B for effort, but this looks like a costume outfit to me – panties and matching skirt. While it’s delightful to look at her, the loose fit of the panties spoils the view. The panties should fit smooth and snug.

Really gals, getting the outfit right is so easy, as there are sources all over the free world that sell school girl uniforms. Don’t get an cheap outfit, get the real deal. And don’t forget the Mary Jane’s.

On the Home Front

Paddlings here continue with no abatement.

I have Blogged about how Bacall loves to paddle me OTK and how that is my least favorite position. I have also written that it is the most effective position. She likes to paddle me hard and fast OTK. Before she gets to 10 licks I am squirming around and kicking my legs. I think I made it to 20 licks once, usually I get up before that number is reached. I am a wuss.

About a week before Christmas, I offered my bottom to her for an OTK paddling. She accepted. She got out the stingy red paddle and went to work. I escaped after a dozen or so. I wish I could stay over her lap until she got her fill.

I watched a clip of a gal paddling a man a week or so back. She paddled his bare bottom with a fine wood paddle and while he was quite vocal and kicked his legs; he stayed in position well past 60 licks. I have no idea how anyone does that.

OK, I have paddled woman like that until I was out of breath and they were getting their second wind. But hey, they can do child birth, so a paddling for them must be a lot easier.

We enjoyed our version of the 12 days of Christmas and the Santa spoon is put away for another year.

Bacall told me that when she put on a certain pair of red panties, that I should toast her fanny with the red paddle that she has a love hate relationship with. About a week later, she was in those panties and so she got her bottom warmed up. These particular panties completely expose her bottom when she bends over. She always forgets that little fact. Or does she? A gal does not have to tell all.

Not Bacall, but a nice picture.

Wet Bottom Paddling

I saw a spanking clip where the spankee’s bottom was coated in oil before the paddling started. I have never used oil. I suspect it would work better than water, since it would bind to the skin. Anyone have any experience with oil?

Setting Up a Blog ID

I am not going to write a detailed how-to on setting up a identity to use when posting comments to Blogs. I would not want to insult your intelligence. It’s easy and no one is going to know who the heck you are by doing it. If you think otherwise, well there is no way I could assure you.

This is an outline getting a Blog ID for Blogspot, where you are reading this. You need a Gmail email address. That’s easy enough to get. Then on any Blogspot Blog you will see on the right a link ‘ Create Blog’. Select it and enter the requested info.

While you are setting up a Blog, you do not ever need to Blog anything, you will have a Blog ID that you can use for posting comments. And please do select some picture of something to personalize it.

Who will be the first to do it?

Anonymous Posts

I wonder what’s behind anonymous posts? Are they just a tad lazy to set up a Blog ID? Do they imagine someone will be able to find out who they are? I wonder. Sometimes, I would like to ask a question about something an anonymous poster said. But, I can’t.

Of course, Bogey and Bacall are not our real names. At one time, we were more open with our identities. We have met hundreds of spanking enthusiasts. We have been to their homes, met their kids and they have been to our home. We decided to cloak a bit to keep our grandkids from getting a surprise. And that’s why we use Bogey and Bacall here. That said, a few readers of this Blog know our real names, where we live and one, bless him, sends Bacall wine.

I see we are up to 75 followers. No where near the number that the better Blogs have. But, this Blog is primarily for me to better understand our own spanking interests. When I write, I focus and reflect on what’s really important to us. Another thing I try to accomplish is to promote erotic spanking between couples. As it says at the top of this page:

We don't spank for punishment or discipline or any reason other than to supercharge sex. Getting our bottoms toasted sexually arouses us.

Many blog entries will be about Bacall paddling me, as I feel F/M play is a topic that is not written about enough, except in fantasy or punishment terms.

I, we, will try to remain true to that theme. 

Our best to all of you, regular or occasional readers. Those that post with Blog ID’s and anonymously.

PS, We found the Bogey and Bacall version of the The Big Sleep last week. The plot is far too complicated, but it was a treat for me to see Bacall in a pencil skirt.

My Christmas Gift from Santa

She has a bit of the devil in her eyes, don’t ya think?

Maybe Santa will leave her under our tree? I will leave a box of chocolates out in case she gets hungry. What a fine playmate she would make. You know she loves the crack of a wood paddle. Bacall is OK with her as long as she will clean house.

Merry Christmas from Us to You

We hope you and yours are fit and fine.

Bacall unwrapped for Christmas.

Likely the ONLY picture you will see of my bottom. Bacall bought these years ago and giggles like a school girl when she paddles me in them.

Spanking Tastes

Bonnie posed the question: have your spanking tastes changed over time and in particular, are there activities that were once disliked, but are now a regular part of the repertoire. I really could not come up with an answer that was on target in time. I still have have not, but wanted to describe my thoughts as best as I could.

Paddling was a major fascination for me as an adolescent, but it was not something I wanted to happen to me. So my spanking tastes did change from not wanting to be paddled to enjoying the burn that wood gives. I still want paddlings to happen to others with me fully behind them. <grin> So in that sense I did not change.

The way I wanted to be paddled also changed. At first, wanted to be paddled over my pants, then underwear and finally bare bottom. Somewhere along the way, I changed to only wanting to be paddled bare bottom with no warm up.

Paddling in school was imposed as punishment and I did not want to be punished. As an adult, punishment is not part of my fantasies. So my taste there did not change.

After over three decades, my frame of reference remains rooted in being paddled by a school teacher. Bacall plays this role to my perfection. A woman I knew many years ago was self-proclaimed as knowing all about BDSM. She chided me that as I came to understand the scene, my interests would expand. Well, Donna Morefield, another decade has passed and my taste are the same. I guess I am just a dull, un-imaginative fellow.

As a kid, I got the paddle at school and the switch at home. My fear of switches and canes lasted until middle age when a woman convinced me to take some cane strokes on my legs. I did. It was not so bad. My mind chewed on that for a few weeks and I found I wanted the cane, ruler, batten on my legs. That event ushered in Bacall’s love affair with the batten on her legs. Both of those events were big changes.

Bacall’s tastes have changed. In the beginning, she hated wood paddles. She found and liked leather paddles. After some more time, she decided there were some wood paddles that she enjoys.

Her fantasies surrounding spanking are rooted in force fantasies. She likes to be assured that she must take her spanking, that she has no choice. From there, her fertile mind takes over and she can take herself to many places.

The End

The Sleigh Broke Down

As seen on Hawtness

Collect The States

A week or so back, I shared a few pictures of Days of the Week panties. I found this picture in the vault this morning. It’s the only state I have and no I don’t know the lass wearing them.

Bacall has been spanked in every one of the lower 48 states, most of the Canadian provinces and Mexico’s Baja Norte and Sur. We have the memories, but sadly no commemorative panties.

This summer we noted European tourists taking pictures of license plates. A Collect the States project I suppose. A southern US state plate is rare in the Pacific West, so we got snapped a lot. They could have asked for paddle swats instead. Hmmmmm, maybe I could start something new? Paddles with state names on them. I got paddled in Utah.

The Santa Spoon

Our Santa spoon is a limited edition paddle by a friend of ours. Unique about these spoons is that they are only slightly dished out, so they fit the bottom perfectly. They make a very convincing sound when they land. Drop by for some nog and a few swats.

Here is Bacall putting some holiday cheer into a lasses bottom.

The Real Twelve Days of Christmas

Hermione corrected us on the Twelve Days. Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in most of the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany.

I guess we can not put the Santa paddle away until January 5th.

More if you are interested.

http://www.crivoice.org/cy12days.html

“Pros” Can’t Spank

I just watched two spanking video’s. As usual I was not impressed and darn glad I did not have to pay for them. Both spankers happened to be female and neither knew how to spank.

The first woman wielded a strap with a handle. She only hit the right cheek of the unfortunate lass. The licks were many and hard and not a single one landed on the left cheek.

The second woman, who makes a lot of videos, used heavy wood paddles OTK and each of the several hundred licks were given on the right cheek, the side away from her. How the guy took it, I have no clue. I would have been off her lap before the first ten and using the paddle on her sorry ass.

I don’t like the weak plots, the pathetic scolding and the lack of knowledge of how to spank.

The best spankings I have seen recently are the home made ones on Erica’s site.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

We have a Christmas tradition of paddling each other every day during the Twelve Days. These are short fun paddling's that get the juices flowing and sometimes led to extended events.

The stockings are hung with care and our Christmas paddle also hangs from the mantle. Let me assure you that with moderate strokes it packs enough sting for us.

We have been rehearsing with it the last week or so and today we will begin our Twelve Day program.

So what are you doing for the Twelve Days?

Short Plaid Skirt

There is only one reason to have/wear such a garment – to show off one’s assets. Bless all the lasses who tease us by wearing them.

No Spanking Today

I am going to get one of Bacall’s Specials in a few minutes, and you know how that will go. So there is no need for me to describe it. Instead, enjoy this.

Russ and Sam, two friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.

One day Russ didn't show up. Sam didn't think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something.. But after Russ hadn't shown up for a week or so, Sam really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam didn't know where Russ lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.

A month had passed, and Sam figured he had seen the last of Russ, but one day, Sam approached the park and-- lo and behold!--there sat Russ! Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said, 'For crying out loud Russ, what in the world happened to you?'

Russ replied, 'I have been in jail.'

'Jail!' cried Sam. What in the world for?'

'Well,' Russ said, 'you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?'

'Yeah,' said Sam, 'I remember her. What about her?

'Well, one day she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I plead 'guilty'.

'The damn judge gave me 30 days for perjury.

Days of the Week Panties

Since several folks commented on the Wednesday panties shown in a recent post, I went to the vault and found two more.

So now you have reminder panties for Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. That should be enough spankings for a week.

Things I Don’t Understand

I have reached an age where erections don’t happen like they did when I was on the other side of 35. I need some stimulation. Paddling Bacall never fails, not does Bacall paddling me. But, the days of getting hard on a whim or getting hard more than once a day is a distant memory.

We all tend to see things as who we are. I see spanking and fun and sexy. So through my glasses, there is a lot in the spanking world that I will never understand.

Given that I have always viewed that sex is not something to be put off and every that every opportunity missed is wasted, it’s really difficult for me to relate to men who want to be locked up in a penis cage and denied orgasm except on rare occasions. But, what the hey, it’s their life. I just wish I could have the orgasms they are tossing away. I hear about carbon credits, I would like to buy a gross of orgasm credits from those who don’t want them.

I do not get men who want to have their erection spanked away. Don’t understand a woman who wants to spank one away either. I can understand those who want to be spanked as punishment not wanting an erection during the spanking as that’s prima facie evidence that the spanking is enjoyable. But, otherwise, it is lost on me.

I asked why anyone would want their erection spanked away on another blog and got this reply spanking is a plateau above sex. I can not fathom that.

I have known some women who desired to behave like a three year old. Yes, full blown temper tantrums. They want to be punished like an impudent, petulant child. No half measures either, you had to work up a sweat in punishing them or the tantrum would continue. Something was missing in their lives. They had a fanatical need to be cared for and to be held accountable. I did not understand it then, even less so now.

Humans are weird and wonderful lot. I want to be a dog in my next life.