Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Monday, January 31, 2011

Time To Settle Up

I saw this picture on another Blog recently. I would guess it’s from 1970’s based on the hairdo and lingerie.


I guess it shows my age when I say I like the look. I would gladly bend over the sofa and eagerly await the sting of her paddle.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Headline Read


Congressional Republicans fear ‘punishment’ from Michele Bachman.


Punish me Michele! Me, me, me.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Paddled At School

This is a bit of fiction that may appeal to a few males who would like to be paddled at school.
She sat in her office contemplating the day. As she went over in her mind the usual chaos there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in," she called out.

As he entered through the door, she recognized instantly who it was and she repeated herself, "Please, come in, come in."

"What can I do for you?" she said with just a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

"Well I don't mean to disturb you ma'am but…….."

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, it's about what happened today."

"And you have come forward to finally confess, I take it?"

"Well, I uh," he shuffled his feet and his eyes were downcast.

"Mmmm." She murmured, then added, "Anything you want to tell me?"
She glared at him, with her arms folded across her chest, one high-heel clad foot tapping the floor. Her gaze pinned him like a captured animal. He said nothing.

"Exactly what I thought. First," she said matter-of-factly, "it's apparently been far too long since you've had your bottom warmed. "

An electric current seemed to have shot through his body; creating goosebumps and making him tremble slightly. There seemed to be a finality to her statement that denied him any chance of appeal or rebuttal, so he just stood there, waiting for her conclusion. He was breathing harder now as he anticipated what would follow. She let him stand there for a few moments so that her comment would sink in. Then, she declared firmly,
"You can rest assured that I won't make that mistake again, and I intend to correct the situation, right now. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared at him straight in the eyes and ordered him to "Come with me."
The click of her heels on the hardwood floor went from his ears to his soul and something else. A rush of excitement swept through him, unexpected but not unwelcome.

He watched her as she moved away from the door and walked towards her desk. His heart accelerated to light speed as she leaned over her desk. Her short snug navy skirt rode up to mid-thigh as she leaned over and started clearing objects off. Lowering herself back down to the floor, she adjusted her skirt and she motioned for him to come to her.

"I'm sorry...." he said lamely, "I didn't mean..." his voice trailed off.
"Yes." She answered, "I know." A long pause, then, "You're going to be spanked young man: good and hard."

"Over the desk. NOW!" she commanded. And he did as he was told.
Swallowing hard, he stepped up onto the slightly raised platform at the front of the room and bent over the desk.

"No. Since the prior hand spankings have not had any effect on you, this one will be on the bare bottom. Take your pants and briefs down."

He looked at her in disbelief but knew that if he didn't do it, it would only be worse. He twisted his head a little to see out the door to see if anyone was watching. And then let his pants and briefs fall to the floor.

Her foot then kicked at his ankles lightly, telling him to move his legs more widely apart. She knew this vulnerable stance would heighten his punishment. She reached out from around the desk and picked up the paddle.

He couldn't believe that she chose to punish him this way. All the other times she had just put him across her lap and spanked him with her hand. He had a very brief moment to consider that fact.

For without further ado the woman smacked his bottom soundly with the paddle. She struck hard and fast: much harder than she had paddled anyone before. But she had tolerated his antics much too long and it was about time he learned his lesson.

"Ahhhh!" a surprised gasp left his lips, followed quickly by another as the paddle struck again. For the next couple of minutes, every sound that left his mouth was shortened by the surprise and reaction to the next swat. At length, as the sturdy piece of wood snapped down on his fast-reddening bottom. She held him fast, despite his struggles, her left hand more than capable of keeping his right hand away from his glowing backside. That piece of hardwood stung viciously, making every spank burn with surprising intensity. The swats that landed on both cheeks were full wrist-action smacks, provoking oohs and ows from his mouth.

In between swats, he tries to plead with her, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to………it won't happen again." Obviously, his pleas fell on deaf ears and she continues to paddle his reddening bottom.

Now he was crying out at each blazing spank. She was talented, bringing the paddle sizzling down on the tender sit spots, rewarded with the jiggling of his rounded cheeks, and a lovely crimson blush covering every square inch of his bottom.

It was seemingly endless, although she had only delivered about 20 or so swats to his burning bottom. He knew that it was a spanking he would not soon forget.

"I want you to remain in that position for a few minutes. To think about what you did and whether it will happen again."

"Yes, ma'am" he managed to say softly. His bottom was on fire. He had never expected this when he came through her door just a few minutes earlier.

After a while, she told him to get up and pull himself together. Slowly he reached down and pulled the briefs and jeans back up. He wriggled his bottom into the jeans and she could see out of the corner of her eye that he was having some discomfort getting them back on.

"Now go and tell your friends that you didn't appreciate them putting those naughty videotapes in your bag. And then, of all things, them knocking your bag to the floor so the tapes would fall out in plain sight."
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am that they did that but……….."

"No excuses. You can leave now and remember what happened here today. I don't want to see you back in my office. If I do, it will be much worse next time."

"Yes, ma'am. I understand." And with that, he left her office to meet his friends outside the building.

"Hey, you idiot," one of his friends called out to him, "why did you bring those videos today and then drop them on the floor??"

He just smirked and slung his bag over his shoulder. He wondered what he would bring in next week.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Tight White Shorts

One of the first lasses I spanked, Carol, wore tight white shorts. Her shorts had legs about one inch long. So there was plenty of  sweet tender thigh to admire. She had several pair of of these shorts or they were washed very frequently as they were a mainstay of her summer wardrobe on the river. She was petite, with small perky breasts and blonde hair or at least the tresses on her head were golden. I wanted her. She was likely virgin, I know I was. We were both 14.

There were six of us that spent the summers on the river who were all about the same age. We spent most of day on the water, swimming, skiing and goofing off. At night, we gathered on the pier that was 30 yards out in the water – far enough out that adults could not surprise us. The talk was racy, but other than a few stolen kisses nothing much happened.

This changed when Becky’s uncle moved his Century Resorter to her parents boat house and Becky got boat privileges. WooHoo! While we all had run-a-abouts, this was boat had class. None of us could take a boat out at night, but Becky could. And her uncle was generous with gasoline. She must have filled up the tank at least daily. Of course, gas was only about 35 cents at the inflated prices on the river. So a fill-up was about $15. More than we could pool in a day.


Looking pretty much as I remember the boat

So with some fine talking, promising and lying by all of us, we soon were drifting in the middle of the river at nights, instead being pier bound. We had it made. And we could get beer where we got gas, so we were able to keep our thirst quenched.

We had always dressed up a bit for our evening activities, even it was only sitting on the benches at the end of the pier. But, we now started wearing swim wear under our clothes, so we could swim in the cool water of the middle of river. This also led to increased contact with soft female skin in the moonlight far from the eyes of our parents. Party smile

Life was getting better.

One evening it was Becky’s birthday and someone else, not me, decided to give her birthday spanks. So Becky was given a few spanks by all of us, I think two other girls and the three of us knuckle-dragging guys. She did not fight at all, but gracefully bent over the engine compartment and accepted her spanks with equal grace. Now Becky was a looker, buxom and all that, but it was Carol that I had the hots for. And in our youthful exuberance it was soon determined that all the girls needed a spanking and soon Carol bent over the padded cover with her tight white shorts radiating the light of the moon and stars.

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Not Carol, or anyone I know, but some fine white shorts

I did a sorry job of spanking her as I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. There in front me, encased in white, was the object of two months of serious adolescent interest - her bottom willingly presented for my palm. And I could only do a half-hearted job.

I wish I could relate that I made up for that night with her, but it never happened. It was not the last spanking in that boat however. And burned into my wee mind that night was a life-long obsession with wooden speed boats and tight white shorts.

This memory was brought front and center by a remembrance of Dave Wolfe.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Wet Dewdrop From Her Jade Gate On My Pants

Long ago in a far distant universe, Bacall and I were with another spanking couple engaged in some casual spanking before dinner. We were all on the same bed. Bacall was OTK of the other man and his companion was over my lap.

I had on light gray dress slacks. That’s important. When the lass got off my lap the outline of her jade gate was perfectly imprinted on the leg of my slacks. Of course her friend saw it. And being the jealous type he was infuriated that she got turned on being spanked by a male switch. In his world male switches were as low on the pole as you could get. But, we did not know that at the time.


He started to take out his fury on Bacall’s bottom, but she put a stop to that right away. Bacall is not any more submissive than I am. He found his solace in two double Jack Daniels before dinner.

Maybe I should have saved the slacks like Monica saved her dress. But what museum? The Spanking Hall of Shame?

If there is a moral here, perhaps it’s to not wear light colored slacks to parties.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Caption This

The clever lass Hermione frequently has Complete the Caption posts. So this goes out to her. The entire caption is up to your fertile imagination. PS, not being very fertile, I have already taken WTF.

explain this one to me

Note the mischievous smiles on both women. What is going on? A photo shoot?

Friday, January 21, 2011

Strange Partners


All of the male readers of this Blog enjoy being spanked by women. How about the woman above? Would you bend over the bed for her? Certainly attractive enough. She should appeal to girdle and hose fans. Her bullet bra should bring back some memories for those old enough to recall the fashions of the 60’s. How about her eyeglasses? Your comment is solicited.

Some want a Domme. This one has lots of toys.


Would you go over her lap? Perhaps her little dog would lick you in aftercare.

My preference? I would love to play with #1 and see what she is all about. I would pass on #2.

Toy Shopping

I must be really getting old, since in the last few weeks I am remembering things that have not crossed my wee brain in a very LONG time.

We were at some beachside beachwear establishment in the Florida panhandle. We discovered they had some kinky stuff in a back room. We were with a pure vanilla couple, but we sometimes play fast and loose. Bacall found a small flogger and decided to test it on her bare legs. That elicited a loud Owwww! Her gf asked why she had hit herself, Bacall said it seemed like the thing to do.

Another time in Coconut Grove, we found ourselves in the Pink Pussycat, an adult store. Bacall found a black leather pig slapper that she was almost positive that she just had to have. She asked the guy behind the counter if she could try it out. Fine with him. So she bent over the counter and I started whacking her with it. She purred.

Now here’s the part that we thought most interesting. There was another couple in the store examining a $250 vibrator that had lights and all sorts of things that whirled around. They gave us their best look of extreme displeasure to condemn our conduct.

So we bought the slapper and as we walked out, I gave Bacall a slap when we were right behind them.

Life is nothing but a dash and you should have fun during it.

Have a good weekend!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

VHS Spanking Tapes Need a Home

We have six VHS format tapes that need a new home. Five are Shadow Lane productions and the label fell off the other one.

They are yours for the cost of mailing. If you would like them, send us a note, We have a Paypal account to make payment of actual mailing cost easy.

Spanking Up, Paddling Down

Graphing Spanking and Paddling references in Google’s massive digital library, shows that the references to paddling have been declining since the turn of 20th century. Spanking references have been on a steady up trend since the 1600’s.

See for yourself.


Of course, when you consider that paddling also includes paddling boats and mechanical energy largely replaced muscle power, the decline makes more sense.

Heck, now we have paddling machines. Thank goodness, my elementary school principal only tried to scare me by telling me about her spanking machine. Now, it could be true.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

For Your Own Thigh Fry

Reader Tex alerted us to this vendor who sells a little paddle that might work well as a batten.


Here’s the link: Thin Paddle

The Long, Long Winter

For Bogey & myself, it has already been a long winter and there are still two months to go.  We have been working hard to get our home maintained and it has been stressful.  Then on top of that I had the flu and he had a bad cold.  I'm telling you we haven't been having a lot of fun so far this year.  Thank goodness things changed today.  One of the things that turns me on is sexual tension - I like to let it build for a day and anticipate what will happen.  Last night I had a dream about having sex with Bogey.  When we had coffee this morning, I told him about my dream.  It was wonderful because he had a dream about having sex also.  That turned me on.

While I was out of the room, he got the batten that we use for a thigh fry and put it in my chair.  I think the thing has a magnet in it, because I cannot take my eyes off of it. That's my turn-on and he did not need to say a word.  When I got dressed for the morning chores, I chose to dress on the slutty side and it was noticed. I kept telling him about the tingle I was having.  Finally I said that I did not think I could continue working until he took care of this "problem". 

He was only too happy to help me.  We went into the bedroom, I took off my clothes, except for my new bra and panties.  He made me lie on the bed and he proceeded to apply the batten.  I can't help it, but each slap with the batten increases the tingle.  Next, he used the red paddle.  That is one he made and probably our oldest and favorite.  After several pops, I asked for two additional pops, which again he was happy to accommodate me.

He then applied our vibrator and I must admit I have been relaxed, happy and content all day.  My energy increased greatly and I have been working all day.  It has been a wonderful day!


You are welcome dear. My pleasure. I always enjoy being gleefully sadistic to you.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

PSA - Why Do We Bruise

It takes a lot to bruise me. Never from spanking. Others bruise rather easy. Bacall does not bruise from spanking, but from hitting inanimate objects in her path.

Bruises are commonly caused by a blunt trauma or blow to the surface of the body.  The impact causes a rupture in the small fragile blood vessels – called capillaries – which are just under the surface of the skin, though the skin itself does not break.

Blood from the damaged capillaries leaks underneath the surface of the skin and becomes trapped (in the interstitial tissues) because it cannot escape through the unbroken skin. This small pool of blood is what causes the distinctive red, purple, blue or black discolouring known as a bruise. The blue or black appearance gave rise to the saying “black and blue” following an injury.

The blood vessels usually repair themselves quickly but there is little that can be done to avoid bruising once an injury has occurred. However, to limit the degree of bruising you can try to minimize the amount of blood that leaks from the rupture by a) sitting down, b) applying pressure or holding ice on the area for 10 – 15 minutes.

So if you bruise someone, just tell them to sit on it.

Friday, January 14, 2011

A Frame of Reference


Culo Perfecto

Presented only just to provide a frame of reference for judging bottoms.  Licentious, iniquitous use is strictly prohibited.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Light Bondage Encore

I just noticed that the all-time most popular post of this blog is titled Light Bondage Anyone? I suspect it got so many hits not because of the Bondage tag, but for the Pink Panties tag. But, I may be wrong, so here is another bondage post. Black panties, headboard and sheets this time.

These pictures were fletched from Voyeurweb some years back. I like the simplicity of them.

Light bondage, attractive undies and spanking go together in my mind.



Sunday, January 9, 2011

Spanking For Fun

As good spanking clips, they are not. But, here is a couple that spanks each other for fun. You can hear her giggle on some of the clips. They play card and board games to decide who gets spanked with what and how many. I knew somewhere out there  was another couple who spanked  each for fun. Too bad we don’t know Spanish so we could chat with them.


Saturday, January 8, 2011

VHS Tapes Need a Home

We have several VHS format tapes that need a new home – yours or the garbage dump. If you would like them, send us a note,

Friday, January 7, 2011

Why No Links?

In the beginning, we did not have links to other Blogs, simply because we did not know of others that shared our small niche in the spanking world. We wanted to maintain our theme. After awhile we added a few links for Blogs that we enjoyed. Then something happened, those Blogs stated to disappear. We decided that a link from OBB was the kiss of death, so we removed them and we remain link-less.

We don’t read a lot of Blogs and those that we do read, we find updates via the Follow mechanism.

Two that we try to read daily are Hermione's and Ronnie’s. They always have a little different and often an unexpected take on things. I think Hermione could find spanking in a rock. I like Ronnie’s spanking stories. She has enough mischief in her to satisfy me.

Both of them are like Pixie, they manage to get around to many Blogs every day and leave a little dust. As they say in Oz, Good on them.


Thursday, January 6, 2011


A hundred years ago when we were newly weds acquiring our first of everything, including play toys; Bacall bought several hairbrushes. The first few were duds. Those that we found were encased in plastic which made in-store evaluation impossible. One was hollow and had no sting. She finally found one, it was excellent for the purpose. Too excellent according to her and was banned. She has used it on me a few times and I agree it’s a whole lot of sting. No wonder it’s fav of Mother everywhere.


An Oldie, but Goodie. Mary Janes, knee socks, and kneeling in the corner. That hairbrush looks really mean.

She has a hairbrush that was a gift to her when she was a teen. It’s made of some sort of heavy plastic. It’s has a lot more thud than sting, but we used it from time-to-time when our daughter was around as it makes no noise.

I know that hairbrushes are the fav implement of men and women; but they never got into our top five.


I like this picture, but the hairbrush looks tame

I am a fan of wood paddles. Bacall likes belts, leather straps, leather paddles, crops, floggers and wood paddles. And we both like our batten on the legs.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

School Girl

I posted about school desks. I sure don’t want to omit mention of school girls. This lass is a bit naughty don’t ya think?


I will wager she is going to be paddled when her teacher sees that her skirt does not cover her panties. I will also wager she wore the skirt to earn a paddling. She may be older now, but I think she is and always will be up to mischief. These are the women I love.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


This is my memory of something that happened before I met Bacall. It may or may not be all that accurate, it is embellished, but it is the way I choose to recall it at this distance.

I've spanked over 100 different gals in my life and I like to believe I gave as much pleasure as I received. Many of spanking incidents in my life were a prelude to sex. Most, especially when I was younger, led to fondling and making out. Sometimes, the spanking was for pure punishment, earned and asked for...but the one common thread was that they were all exciting.

This was in 1968. I was attending an urban college and casually dating Marlene. A tall girl, almost 6' tall. I am 6’4” so her legs were a big deal to me. We'd been dating a month or so when this happened.

It was her 22th birthday the previous week. She asked me to lunch with her parents at their country club. During the meal, I leaned over and told Marlene that I was going to spank her bottom for her birthday. She giggled and blushed at the same time, and I felt a wonderful erection start. She whispered to me that I didn't have the guts to spank her, "Marlene", I said, "For that dare, I am not only going to spank you, I'm going to turn you over my knee, pull down your panties, and spank you on your bare behind" (All this was whispered. Part of what has always turned me on has been to verbalize what I'm going to do).

The effect of that sentence on Marlene was exactly what I was hoping for. She turned red, smiled and became very flustered. I think her parents noticed it because they asked what we were laughing about, we said just some private joke...and from that point on, whenever Marlene had the opportunity of touching my hand, or my arm or whatever, she took it. She was obviously as much turned on about my promise as I was.

After we left the clubhouse, we got into my car, and immediately began kissing. I was fondling her, lifting her skirt, stroking her thru her panties, just getting hotter and hotter in the car. What stopped us was another couple getting into their car next to us.

We drove to her apartment. She sat close to me in the car, and was fondling me as we drove. I, laughingly, told her to stop, that it was dangerous, and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Marlene, I am really going to paddle you when we get to your place... now move over to your side of the car". "Make me!" she retorted. "OK, you asked for this". I parked on the side of the road, took her arm and, moving to the center of the front seat, I pulled her over my lap. Wrapping my left arm around her waist, lifting her dress, I saw the classic turn on, still my favorite... a white garter belt holding up stockings and a white silky pair of panties. Damn, I nearly climaxed at that moment.

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I said whatever was appropriate to say, like, "OK young lady, you are getting what you deserve"..and I began spanking the seat of her panties. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, probably going way too fast, but smacking her bottom a good ten or fifteen times. After I was finished, I held her there and ran my fingers up and down caressing that beautiful ass, down they went between her legs..(she was still over my lap).. she opened her legs, and began grinding herself against my hand. (I know, I know..this is a spanking story..but I am enjoying this part). I stroked her through her panties until she came. It probably took her 45 seconds. We kissed and drove to her apartment.

We immediately went into her room. Laying next to each other on the bed, I was rock hard and ready to fuck her...and this delightful girl, says with a wonderful little-girl pout.. "aren't you going to give me my birthday spanking?" Sitting myself in the classic spanking position...rolling up my sleeves before positioning myself on the edge of the bed, moving her around to my right side.. "Marlene, lift your skirt up" She pulled in all the way up and just stood there like that.. I lowered her over my lap, and held her firmly in place.

"Marlene, before I give you your birthday spanking, I am going to continue the punishment I was giving you in the car. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, one cheek, then the other. Smacking away at her plump little behind, through those panties. I probably spanked her 30 or so times.

Marlene SMACK... You SMACK are SMACK a SMACK bad SMACK girl SMACK..for SMACK fondling SMACK my SMACK cock SMACK while SMACK I SMACK was SMACK driving...SMACK SMACK SMACK. I was really enjoying spanking her as I lectured her..and she obviously was very very much into it also..ouching each time, but raising her ass up to meet my hand time each time.."I'm sorry, I won't play with your cock any more", she said with a smile, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK...what a nice spanking.

I finished spanking her and she immediately jumped up off my lap and began rubbing her bottom. She asked me if she could take a break before her birthday spanking. "Take off your stockings first", I said. She sat down on the bed next to me and removed her stockings. "I'll take those", I said. She handed me the stockings and started off toward the kitchenette. "And your panties too". She smiled, reached under her dress and handed me her white panties.

She came back and we kissed on the bed, but we both knew that before we made love she was going to be spanked again. "Please, my poor behind is very sore now, can you please put off my birthday spanking till later"

"Not a chance, Marlene". I took her by the hand, went out to the living room, sat down on the couch and had her drape herself over my knee. Lifting her dress, looking at that beautiful pinkish red rear end, I began slowly spanking her. SMACK, and then a nice squeeze of her ass cheek, SMACK, squeezing the right cheek, SMACK, the left cheek, SMACK, 22 good hard smacks.

After finishing all 22 smacks, after pleasuring her while she was still over my lap, we went to bed together. Nothing sensational, truth be told, I was so close to climaxing that I may have only taken 30 seconds before I exploded inside her.

We got better with time. While I would not care to trade  Bacall, I wonder what happened to Marlene? Oh well, the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Surprise Paddling

Bacall was dressing this morning when I “caught her”. She was in bra and panties. White bra and black panties. We keep a black colored wooden paddle and a black pig-slapper hanging just inside the walk-in closet. She was only feet from the closet. I pulled her in the closet, closed the door and took the paddle off the hook. This paddle is normally off-limits for her, but I told her that since she had on black panties, she would be feeling the black paddle.

After giving her six good pops, she wiggled her bottom at me. This translates to “Is that all you have?”. I continued putting the wood to her, which elicited some giggles. So she was feeling bullet-proof today. More licks, more giggles and by this time I was feeling arduous. Smile with tongue out I gave her some more pops, almost full force and she was not in any distress.

Some mornings are more fun than others. It was good to have a spontaneous session.


Thanks to whomever I flinched this drawing from

Saturday, January 1, 2011

School Desks

I was never paddled in the classroom. I was always taken elsewhere, the cloak room, principal’s office, the boys room, teachers lounge, etc.

School desks are popular at spanking parties. Again, I never sampled one.

We had these style desks in a school I attended in the seventh grade. It was a very aged school. Worn wood floors that smelled of linseed oil. The building is still  there – completely remolded on the inside.

With either style of these desks, one could kneel on the seat and bend over the desk behind. Ideally, that desk would be occupied by a gal with a fuzzy white sweater which were popular when I was in the seventh grade, especially with gals who were growth orientated.

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Old Style

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To go with school desks, you need school girls. These are the gals in the class just ahead of me. I still have not caught up with them, but perhaps in the New Year I shall.