Bringing back an old theme. One I never tire of. I know the only reason these skirts are worn is make men drool. Bless them!
Foolishness since 2007
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
It’s often more efficient to get forgiveness than permission. But here I have permission in writing.
So different from lasses running with a jacket around their waists hiding their jiggling bottoms.
This picture has been around since the advent of the web. A diminutive lass holding the Mother of all Paddles.
Her bottom is red, so we are inclined to believe the MOAP is cause. Why is the phone on the floor? The sweater design makes me think she lives in northern climes.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Jeans are a unique American product worn all over the world. Perhaps no other material makes bottoms look so good (or bad). They work equally well for women and men. I confess a preference to seeing women in jeans.
When I was coming of age, there was town in Texas where “everyone” would come to dance on Saturday night. In the afternoon the girls would lay down and pull on slightly damp TIGHT jeans and then sun dry. By 8PM, the jeans fit like a cocoon, hugging every curve.
An absolutely terrible TV show was popular for two reasons a car with the doors welded shut and Catherine Bach wearing Daisy Dukes.
Short shorts are worn everywhere by women who want some attention to their bottoms and that includes getting spanked.
I really like to paddle women in jeans. The sound the paddle makes is delicious on tight denim. Tight jeans and spankings go together.
This lass was awarded Rear of the Year a few years back. Well deserved and so Highly Spankable.
How about a game where women who look like this in jeans play some game that involves bending over a lot. Which would you watch Jeans or hockey?
Cheers to the women who wear them to make us drool.
A parting shot.
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Far too many f/m sites have pictures of really mean looking women that say they will do really mean things to men. I guess there are enough men that want that otherwise they would not be in business.
I would not want to be in the same place as this woman. However, I would like to chat up these two.
Looks like it was taken in a commercial building. A school?
A huge paddle for a slim woman. Interesting.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Well, spanking is sexy to us. But, that should be obvious to readers of this Blog. What’s on my wee brain today are photographs. I guess the first email with an attachment was of a cock sent to some woman he did not know. Well, women are now into taking photographs of themselves. I don’t know if they are sending them to men or not, but they sure as heck are being posted on Tumblr sites.
I like pictures of women - bottoms, boobs, fine - if tastefully done. But, I don’t want to see tats, piercings or their hoo-hah's. Not sexy. Perhaps, I am missing some vital male gene for feeling this way?
When their kids see these pictures, and they will, I wonder if Mom will feel any regret?
This is sexy to me.
Or if you prefer yellow denim in short shorts.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Bogey needed attention. What's a girl to do, except give her man what he needs. And as he knows, I am just the girl to do it. He must put on an attractive undergarment, not that he will wear them very long. Everyone likes a nicely presented package. We have a selection of paddles, Sometimes it’s a difficult decision on which paddles to use.
When we first started playing, we used many, many different paddles giving a very long buildup. Now that we have been together so long and know what each other really likes, we can get directly to the main event. I chose two favorites because they are very pretty and also give a long lasting sting. First is a beautiful oak paddle with a nice handle that is easy to use. Next is the much used favorite, the pine Teacher’s Paddle. It's amazing how a light weight paddle can give such a sting.
One of the things about switching is that each of us knows exactly how each paddle feels when applied. I think that helps when selecting what we will play with on any given day. Of course, on any given day we can be "sensitive" and "tough fanny". I don't think that Bogey was Mr. Tough Fanny or maybe I was just paddling harder, but he was soon dancing around from foot to foot. That's always such a cute dance.
I think that he really did appreciate the effort that I put into the paddling. Next time, will be my turn. He has a new belt and he demonstrated how it felt on my bottom. Don't tell him, but I really did enjoy it and am looking forward to my time.
Friday, March 9, 2012
I think some of the male readers might like this story. Yeah, I know this is the Age of Tumblr, but… Anywho, this story is edgy for me, complete submission.
Her office was a mix of control and chaos. Texts and journals bookmarked and stacked, medical equipment boxed by the door, but her desk was neat and businesslike. The secretary reminded her of her nine o'clock appointment and then left to pick up office supplies and run errands. Elise consulted her appointment book and smiled a secret smile of pleasure. She cleared away a few things and invited her guest to take a seat by her desk.
He was nervous, but concealed it well. "So, why are you here?" she queried. "I believe you know why." he said, trying to seem stern. "Of course I do, but I enjoy hearing you tell me." She stood close to his chair, and looked down at him, smirking. "It's my birthday." "And..." she prompted.
"And, I am to be paddled." She sat back down at her desk, making sure he got a glimpse of her tall heels and short skirt. She looked at him, smiling a
devilish smile and slowly opened her drawer. She studied the contents of the drawer for a long moment and pulled out a black paddle and carressed it.
"Yes, that's right. And you know what? I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Can you even begin to imagine how much pleasure it will give me to
see you brace yourself for the next blow? To see your ass turn red as fire??"
She stepped near him again and stroked his cheek. Then she gave him a deep long kiss, reminding him why he would thrill to submit to her.
She handed him the paddle and then excused herself. He could hear her at the desk out front, making calls, arranging the rest of her week. The paddle felt heavy in his hands. He feared it. How different this was. Before, he was the one feeling masterful, in control, powerful. Today he felt unsure, giddy, excited. What would happen? How severe would she be? He knew she would show no mercy. He knew she would take him far down a dark path. Would he be able to let go and fall into the abyss of submission? Of complete pleasure and safety?
She returned and took the paddle from him. "I want you to kneel in this chair, now. " This was unexpected; he had assumed she would bend him across her desk. He felt off balance, confused. But he assumed the awkward position.
His ass jutted out, unprotected, vulnerable. She stood beside him and patted him with the paddle. "So what do you think, Matt? Are you ready for me to paddle your ass? " He hesitated and she struck him hard. "I SAID, are you ready for me to paddle your ass?" "Yes, I'm ready!" He said quickly,
almost a whisper. Still patting the now fiery spot, she hissed, "You'll say YES Mistress when I talk to you." Another hard blow of the paddle took his breath away. "Yes, Mistress." He was already feeling an edge of panic. How could he maintain control, not be reduced to begging, if the pain was already harsh?
She laughed, " We're just getting started. When I'm through with you, you'll KNOW your Mistress loves you. Isn't that right?" Another flurry of
hard strokes fell. He gripped the back of the chair, but couldn't suppress the gasps of pain. She continued to paddle him, slowly and deliberately. Each
stroke broke down his defenses at bit until he was soon moaning unashamedly with each stroke of the paddle. Her power over him was intoxicating, and his
"Stand up. Are you enjoying your birthday paddling, Matt?" He straightened up and turned to face her. She noticed the large bulge in his pants and smirked. "Oh yes, I believe you are enjoying yourself just fine. What's this?" she demanded. He turned red and felt a huge wave of uncontrollable shame. "Take your pants down. I want to see this big cock."
He was burning now with humiliation but obeyed her. She stroked his cock and squeezed him until he was rock hard. He reached to touch himself, but she
commanded him to put his hands behind his back. She patted his thighs with the paddle and continued to stare. He died a thousand deaths as he waited for
her next instructions.
"Now I want you to put your hands on my desk and bend over. Spread those feet apart." Pants around his ankles he obeyed her. She reached between his
legs and handled his balls and pressed his asshole. "You're mine, to do with as I please. Do you understand that?" "Yes Mistress" he answered hoarsely.
She began to paddle him again, harder, until the last time he straightened and looked back at her. "What is it?" "I don't know if I can take any more." "Yes, you will. In fact, I want you to assume the position and ASK
for it. NOW." He closed his eyes. He could either stop this madness and leave, or shed his last remnant of control and submit to her completely. A wave of a thousand colors swept over him as he bowed his head and resumed his punishment position. "Yes, Mistress. Paddle me. Discipline me. Use me for your pleasure. I submit to you."
The burst of pain was sweet this time. He knew he would take whatever she gave him. His cock was hard and he felt her hand on him stroking, pulling,
even as she paddled him harder. The tension of his struggle to remain in position, the exquisite pleasure of her hands, and the excitement of the
paddle all caused him to come in a blinding surge of release. He sagged to his knees, overcome by the power of the experience. She let him rest a
moment, her breath ragged too. Then she knelt beside him, and lovingly ran her hands over him and held him close while he came back to earth. "I love you." "Yes, Mistress".
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
The all time most popular post here during our four years of existence was titled Spanking Pictures. That post showed only one picture. Though it was of the ever delightful Rosaleen.
This is a blatant attempt to garner more hits and knock the previous Spanking Pictures post from it’s pedestal. Just trying to set my end of the world right. Maybe this post will be Chrossed. That would ensure the former Spanking Pictures will fall in rank.
And away we go!
One of my all time fav’s. This picture could stand for all I enjoy in spanking. Gentle dominance and equally genteel submission.
Looks like an amateur fun shot.
Spanking party perhaps?
Looks like some school girl role play.
A pro shot, but I like her expression.
OK, I like her bottom also.