Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Monday, December 29, 2014

Wood Is Good

A tribute to wood paddles. We love em so.

paddle MOAB

This one has been on many Tumblr sites recently. It could be used two-handed.


This LtJg seems to be getting a little concerned.

toys paddles - the paddle 

Our desk – our paddle


A lady from down under samples her new paddle

paddled in hall

I remember these days. Bend over and grab your legs.

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                   HOLY MOLY

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Paddles a cyber friend had made to her specifications. Love the handle on one at right.


Personal Notes:

We expected to be on the road, west bound, by now. Both of us getting a cold for Christmas and having to drive in the rain for several days made us delay our start.

We were really getting into the swing of things. Bacall was wearing red panties everyday so she could get licks with the Santa spoon. She even got a trip to the woodshed. And then the virus hit us.

Posts may be erratic the next few months. We are traveling without a $120 a month on ramp to the internet. The jump from $80 was just too much. Without instant access we can spend more time drinking coffee outside in the morning and more time for cocktails in the afternoon.

Somehow in the new year we will continue to post. We guarantee more strange sentence construction, missing words and such along with an occasional rant.

We appreciate the kind words many of you left about the blog in comments and in private notes.

We hope the new year will be better for all of us.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Callipygous Bottoms


PRONUNCIATION: (kal-uh-PY-guhs)

MEANING: adjective: Having well-shaped buttocks.

ETYMOLOGY: From Greek calli- (beautiful) + pyge (buttocks).

bottom missing summer already




And Merry Christmas to you

Friday, December 19, 2014

Merry Christmas

I never darken the doorway of a church, but I like saying Merry Christmas.

merry christmas

 Santa Spoon old

The stockings are hung and the Santa Paddle is out. Stop by for a few pops.


Bacall drops her Christmas panties to wish you and yours the best.

And for you perverts, I hope you will find all of them under your tree.


Merry Christmas to all

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The First Time

A tale of a man getting his first adult paddling.

He had been eagerly waiting for this day, for a long time, yet he was
apprehensive about it. For years he had fantasized about being paddled
by a woman - to be made to submit to his own desires. He had long ago
given up wondering why the thought of being paddled so appealed to
him, why it was such a powerful sexual stimulant. He could see part of
his desire to spank woman as a power exchange. It dumfounded him that
he wanted to turn the tables. Yet the need was strong,

There had been little else on his mind for the weeks leading up to
this. He had tried his best to give her what she needed to fill her
role. Self doubts that he had failed to give her the right key
lingered in his mind. He was ever the perfectionist. It was difficult
for him to lower his standards or expectations. He told himself, it
would go fine, she was capable, had a fine mind and most important -
the desire. In many ways, they were alike.

He pulled in the driveway, got out and put the strap of his bag over
his shoulder and walked with a sense of purpose to door. He reflected
for a second on how many times this had happened when he was young the
many times he had been summoned to paddle punishment. How the
butterflies had broken formation in his stomach, how weak his knees
had felt when he had reported to be paddled. He had never wanted to be
paddled then. Why was it different now?

His knock on the door was quickly answered. She stood in the opening
looking him in the eye. "Why are you here"? "For you to paddle me".
With a slight smile, she stood aside for him to enter.

"Did you bring the paddle like I asked you"?
"Yes, I did."
"Well, let's see it."
He took the case off his shoulder, unzipped it, removed the paddle and
handed it to her.
"No, that's YOUR end of the paddle. Give me my end, the end I am going
to hold."
He quickly corrected his mistake.
She turned the paddle over in her hands examining it, slapping her
palm with it. She seemed pleased with it. She should be. It was
formidable, round to fit the bottom and 3/4 inch thick, more than
enough to sting him through and through.

"I think this will do quite nicely. I think your bottom is going to be
quite red in short order with this paddle. I don't think I will need
to exert myself one bit with this paddle. It will get the job done
quite nicely". She looked at him to see his reaction.

"Why don't we get started? Take off your pants and shorts and lets
talk about the paddling I am going to give you". He was surprised to
start so soon. He figured there would be some time until she paddled
him. His hands followed her instructions and he undid his belt and
removed his pants. "The shorts too", she prompted. He pulled them down
revealing his already semi-rigid state. He felt 100% foolish. She held
his dick and looked him in the eyes, "I love it that you get excited
by a paddling. I am going to paddle and rub you. And if you take your
licks well, I will let you cum. Would you like that"? He managed a
weak "yes". She worked her hand back and forth his shaft until it was
rigid. "You know I am going to paddle you hard don't you? You know I
will make the licks really sting don't you? You know I will enjoy
watching you recoil from the pain don't you"?  "Yes, I

"Very well then let's get started then". She released his dick. "Bend
over and grab your knees". He assumed the position and she stood
beside him. The first lick burned like fire and he sucked in his
breath. The second was the same. Somehow he managed to stay in
position until she had applied 10 licks. She pulled on his shoulder to
indicate that he should stand up. His rigid member was more relaxed,
so she started stroking him, teasing him. In no time, he was hard
again and she smiled " I want you to take another 10 licks, will you
do that for me"?
"I will try."
"Very well, bend over"
The second set somehow were harder than the first.
When he stood up, she again stroked him, making him hard. She
continued to rub him. He pulled close to her. He fondled her breasts,
he rubbed her ass, he kissed her - deeply as his breath was getting
short. When she had him close to cumming, she pulled back. "I am not
done with you yet. "Will you take more licks from me? Will you submit
to me"?
"Yes, if you want me to, I will take them. I will try to take them

She was enjoying toying with him. She owned him. He was so hot he was
about to explode.  She intended to keep pushing him until he melted.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Thigh Fry - Revisited

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This post is not about cute ducks and kittens.

I saw the last picture in this post while I was drinking my first cup of coffee of the day. It pretty much fried my brain. And inspired this post.

Some love it, most hate it. We like it, tho it not a regular thing.

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Bacall likes it on the inside of her thighs. She says that area is connected directly to her most sensitive spot. She will sit on the sofa and bend one leg and hold it high to allow me to reach the right place. So naughty of her. Then she will present the other leg. A crop is excellent for tapping her spot between licks. 


Now to F/M [Only adults and no subs here]

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This could be Bacall putting the batten to me. It stings, but I love it. She does my front side for awhile, then the backside and repeats. When she is doing the front, I put my hands on my head and raise one leg for the batten. When she is ready to do the back side, I lean on wall and try to relax my muscles. The marks fade in an hour or so. But, I don’t wear shorts out after one of her thigh fries. After the batten, she paddles me. That is like two totally different paddlings.

I searched old posts and found these on the subject:

Bacall in 2008

Bacall in 2012

Bacall in 2013

Me in 2008

Thursday, December 11, 2014

It Makes A Difference To Us

Recently one of the most spanking popular blogs labeled a story by a very popular author as F/m. The characters in the story were an adult woman and a college age man. I commented that I thought the story was mislabeled and that the correct label would be F/M. My objection was dismissed as she believes the lower case letter indicates the spankee is submissive. Horseshit.

This subject was extensively argued on the defunct ASS/SSS newsgroup 20 years ago. I thought it was settled long ago. The largest collection of spanking lit, The Library of Spanking Fiction, uses the second letter to indicate the age of the spankee. In that the spankee is always the second letter, be that person actually submissive or not, there is no need for it to serve any purpose than indicating if the spankee is an adult or not.

I get on my high horse about this as I would not ever want anyone to think of Bacall paddling me as a submissive or treating me as a child. And I sure as hell do not treat her as a child when I put the wood to her. It’s M/F and F/M for us and it makes a difference to us.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Men Paddled

I have not done a F/M post in along time. So here are some pictures, which most agree are better than my words.




Much faster than I can take it. But, he is taking it like he is a log.

is she an equal opportunity spanker

An ambiguous picture. Is the paddle for her or him? I hope she is a switch.

Good news, Bacall’s wrist has improved enough to give me a decent paddling the other day. Not as hard as she was capable of but it was effective.

Monday, December 8, 2014

End Art

For those, like me, who enjoy End Art drawings.

ea - TheToughOne

Not sure the first one is from End Art

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drill her or paddle her

Not End Art, but one I can relate to. Paddle her or drill her? How about both.

I do wonder why the artist drew his pants half way down and not off.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Not Christmas Yet

So we were out walking in the neighborhood last night. Cold, but the sky was clear and the stars were bright. We came on this trio. Don’t you think they are pushing the season???

Their bare nates should be switched with a birch branch.

We will post a Christmas themed post soon enough, but it’s still early.

Friday, December 5, 2014

How Bacall Likes It

A little while back I posted the details of how I liked to be paddled. Bacall’s paw healed enough for her to type how she likes to be paddled. You will find both accounts in the right margin under ‘Pages’.


She had her final visit with her doctor yesterday and he explained that she has three things going on with her right paw. One is the slight forearm deformity from how one the bones settled in the wrong place. We place this on the ER doc she saw in California where the injury occurred. The good news is that it does not cause any problems. Second, the numbness and tingling she has felt off and on is from carpel tunnel, not the fracture. The continuing pain and loss of strength, especially in her thumb, is arthritis. Getting old is sucks.

On the upside, she gave me a pretty good paddling yesterday. Not as strong as before the injury, but effective. After a three month hiatus it was most welcome. I suggested coating my bottom with glycerin to increase the sting. She did and it did. I suggested she not use my heavy paddle as it probably would be too heavy for her and perhaps hard to control. So she used the lighter stingy Teacher’s paddle. After that she could not resist using our new Mytlewood paddle on me, that until yesterday had only been used on her. It has a nice sting to it.

More good news, she is more upbeat after the surgeon explained what was going on.

Good news for her. After she paddled me, we talked for a long time and she brought up that since it was December, we would both be in red panties soon and I would be getting the red paddle OTK. I woke up this morning with that bad dream going around in my head. Oh well, she loves to paddle me that way and I will do my best to take it.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Short Plaid Skirts

It’s been a long time since I posted a pictorial on this attire.

I wonder how many are sold each year?

Will there be short plaid skirts in the afterlife?

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Now isn’t this a useful outfit?


Not plaid, but I do admire her skill in being able to get on the wood pile in the heels.

sitting pretty

Monday, December 1, 2014

Why Spanking?

In my discussions with several hundred men and women that enjoy
spanking, not a one of them have said it was an acquired taste. It was
something fixed in them at an early age. There is no agreement for the
source of the interest as some admit they were never spanked or even
knew of anyone being spanked before their interest developed. For that
reason, I say you have the spanking gene or you don't. It may be been
repressed or gone unnoticed for half a lifetime or it may have been in
the forefront of thought since the person was five.


We all have variations in our interest. We are all tolerant of the
differences and seek to accommodate one another. Well mostly, I am.

Some like to spank, more like to be spanked. For females, most like to
be spanked. For males, most like to switch. Most females do not like
to switch. So there is always a shortage of spankers for both males
and females.

For all but the very few true masochists, pain is not what it is all
about. For most, spanking is only a part of the larger dynamic of
submission. Some successful, in control people, like to give up
control to someone else, for a period of time, (which might be an
hour or less). They have a need to be told what to do and how to do
it. Bending over, (submission) and taking a spanking (more submission)
relives pent up pressure, even guilt for them. When the "scene" is
over, not only do they regain their power, they feel more energized.
An interesting conundrum - giving up control/power for a time gives
one more control/power.

not consenual

I am bypassing master/slave relationships as I have no interest in
them nor do I view them as emotionally healthy. I also pass on
discussing "brats" who are usually miserable types who are always
provoking a situation - seeking a spanking or at least attention.  I
think they need help, not spanking. As Bacall has long observed there a gulf between bratty and sassy.

In "Secretary", she did things to earn a spanking. The scene that did
for me was when she was bent over the desk waiting and looked back at
him. The look in her eyes was one I have seen a few times. "I have
been bad, I deserve to be punished, I am in position to be punished, I
will accept the punishment, I know you are doing it because you care
for me, I will pay for my sins and feel free afterwards".

Thursday, November 27, 2014



Lincoln made the day a national holiday the first year of the Civil War. There was nothing in the declaration about eating, Indians or Puritans. Rather it was about reflection on the suffering and grief across the country.

Manataka American Indian Council…by Susan Bates

Most of us associate the holiday with happy Pilgrims and Indians sitting down to a big feast. And that did happen – once.

—The story began in 1614 when a band of English explorers sailed home to England with a ship full of Patuxet Indians bound for slavery. They left behind smallpox which virtually wiped out those who had escaped. By the time the Pilgrims arrived in Massachusetts Bay they found only one living Patuxet Indian, a man named Squanto who had survived slavery in England and knew their language. He taught them to grow corn and to fish, and negotiated a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Nation. At the end of their first year, the Pilgrims held a great feast honoring Squanto and the Wampanoags.

—But as word spread in England about the paradise to be found in the new world, religious zealots called Puritans began arriving by the boat load. Finding no fences around the land, they considered it to be in the public domain. Joined by other British settlers, they seized land, capturing strong young Natives for slaves and killing the rest. But the Pequot Nation had not agreed to the peace treaty Squanto had negotiated and they fought back. The Pequot War was one of the bloodiest Indian wars ever fought.

In 1637 near present day Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours the sleeping Indians were surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside. Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared “A Day Of Thanksgiving” because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.

Cheered by their “victory”, the brave colonists and their Indian allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered. Boats loaded with a many as 500 slaves regularly left the ports of New England. Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.

Following an especially successful raid against the Pequot in what is now Stamford, Connecticut, the churches announced a second day of “thanksgiving” to celebrate victory over the heathen savages. During the feasting, the hacked off heads of Natives were kicked through the streets like soccer balls. Even the friendly Wampanoag did not escape the madness. Their chief was beheaded, and his head impaled on a pole in Plymouth, Massachusetts — where it remained on display for 24 years.

The killings became more and more frenzied, with days of thanksgiving feasts being held after each successful massacre. George Washington finally suggested that only one day of Thanksgiving per year be set aside instead of celebrating each and every massacre. Later Abraham Lincoln decreed Thanksgiving Day to be a legal national holiday during the Civil War — on the same day he ordered troops to march against the starving Sioux in Minnesota.

This story doesn’t have quite the same fuzzy feelings associated with it as the one where the Indians and Pilgrims are all sitting down together at the big feast. But we need to learn our true history so it won’t ever be repeated. Next Thanksgiving, when you gather with your loved ones to Thank God for all your blessings, think about those people who only wanted to live their lives and raise their families. They, also took time out to say “thank you” to Creator for all their blessings.

Our Thanks to Hill & Holler Column by Susan Bates

More naughty Thanksgiving drawings.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Court Appointment

Another from the vault by DME about a prissy ingénue attorney

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She hated it when she had to rush. If only she had remembered to file the motion last week. If only she had not stayed up so late last night chatting. If only she had not had to stop and buy another pair of panty hose on the way to the office. If only those case files had been pulled and ready to go. Instead, she was dashing through the streets, glancing constantly to avoid a cop who might stop her for speeding. She knew them all; any would let her go, but it was the delay she feared. The traffic light in front of the courthouse was barely long enough to pull on the new hose. She couldn't help it that the truck driver in the next lane got an eye-full- his lucky day!  Wheeling into a parking space, she leaped out and tripped up the stairs to the entrance. That was one disadvantage to wearing such high heels- tripping up stairs was tantamount to risking untimely death. The deputies grinned at her as she passed through the security checkpoint. The big fat one took his sweet time 'inspecting' her briefcase. She felt violated by the time he finished pawing through her belongings. The elevator was too slow so she dashed up the marble stairs, the clicking of her heels echoing in the great space. She knew she was late when she saw that the judge was already seated and the doors closed. The huge door swung noisily on its ancient hinges; no way to be inconspicuous. But she put on serious face and walked directly to her assigned table. A quick glance at the bailiff didn't garner his usual nod and wink. Instead he shot her a wary look.

Digging through her briefcase, she pulled out the file and settled herself in preparation for addressing the court. Judge Thompson had been on the bench for years. He enjoyed nothing more than shapely calves, delicate ankles, and high heels.  Not unexpectedly, she was one of his favorites. Their flirtatious banter was the fun part of her day. The actual proceedings of the court bored him and he was biding his time until retirement. A result of this ennui was that the court had gotten rather lax about formalities. Instead of waiting to be recognized, she strode to the bench to present her case. It was her usual time, after all. "I do not believe you have been asked to approach the bench."  In surprise she stopped and stared. Instead of Judge Thompson, another man occupied the bench. Disoriented, she knew that voice and face- Professor Davis! Only the most hideous of the professors at law school. The professor was famous for his criminal law classes, but more famous for his ability to cut down the most confident students; to reduce them to quivering mounds of Jell-O. What was he doing here?   "In Judge Thompson's absence, I have been appointed to this bench. It has become quite clear to me that all of you have taken advantage of his indiscretion to ignore the etiquette of the court.  Miss Carroll, I believe you are late.  Approach the bench."   Stay calm, she thought, Don't let the old goat rattle you. As a student, she admired his brilliant mind, and felt a driving need to impress him. He never acknowledged her success, but did grudgingly award her the highest marks.

Now he was staring at her down that long nose. "Are you prepared to present your motion to the court?"   "Yes, Your Honor" ( it pained her to call him that). Handing him the file, she stepped back. As Professor Davis reviewed the file, his bushy brows knit together and he frowned. "Miss Carroll, What is this nonsense?"  He pushed the file at her and she opened to the first page. Good grief!  The wrong file. In her haste to get out the door she had picked up the wrong case. Before she could stammer out an explanation, Professor Davis turned to the bailiff, "See Miss Carroll to my chambers."  Glaring down at her, "When I am finished here, you and I will have a little discussion about your performance this morning. You are excused."  She opened her mouth to protest, but the next case was already called. In stunned silence she gathered up her papers and followed the bailiff down the long hall to chambers. She could feel her face burning red. "Miss Carroll, I wish I could have warned you- Judge Thompson is mighty sick- they think he had a stroke. This fire breather has been giving all of us hell since he got here this morning. He's already on his third court reporter."

The familiar office now seemed different. The pictures on the wall were the same, the view from the window unchanged, but the very air was electric with anticipation. She glanced over the once cluttered desk- now spotless. Each item arranged precisely; the work of a perfectionist. "Old bastard probably spent the morning lining up everything with a ruler."   The usual office supplies were arrayed in tight formation, but one item, also precisely placed, puzzled her.   On the right side of the desktop exactly parallel with the edge, was a riding whip.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The World Of Lingerie

I always enjoy doing a post on lingerie as it’s so much a part of my spanking world.

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My kind of gal – silently communicating. Knew a woman that would write messages on tape and when you pulled her skirt up to spank it was like fortune cookie.

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Stop by our home for your complimentary Spank Me panty. Each pair comes with a dozen of my best. Stock up for the holidays.

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From No Pants Day. So why does this have to be just one day a year? I would like to meet some of these women, but I am not close to NYC. Cover up 364 days a year, but one day what the heck I am going to work in my panties.


Not a uncommon thing to see at a party. Women readily display at parties, but are much more modest at other public venues. Or are they? When we went to parties, everyone was well dressed, not like the slob on the right. Heck, no one would have worn a jeans skirt except for the drive home. Times have changed.


We will close with a picture of Julie of the UK. Love her hose.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Total Rip Off

The most popular post we have done is a rant that has no meaningful content. Gee, that sounds like a lot of our posts. It gets hits because I tagged it Spanking Pictures. It has one picture of the terminally cute Rosaleen.

This morning I noticed the title Spanking Pictures on a Blog Roll and there was Rosaleen and the words in the first sentence sounded familiar.

Yep, someone ripped off the entire post. Well, they did not get much.

The original, the rip-off.

Monday, November 17, 2014


I was chatting with this lass the other day.


Her husband works on the other side of the country and he only gets home once a month. I asked her if this was the week he was due home and she said she had just picked him up at the airport. I replied “WFT are you doing on the computer” She said he was in the shower. I asked why she was not in the shower with him. It went on like that and she said “You are really bossy, I like that”. She nailed me. Both Bacall and I are bossy, but we still like to get our bottoms toasted.

And we want to paddled just like we like to be paddled. I wrote a long piece a few weeks back detailing how I like it. It does not leave much room for experimentation. I want what I want when I want it. That goes double for Bacall. You would never suspect we are into spanking as we don’t have a submissive bone between the two of us. We fake a little submission when we play. And that my dear readers is why this blog is unique. It’s the only one with players like us. Just call us the odd folks.


Friday, November 14, 2014

Paddling In Space

Zero gravity sex is on the short list for a lot of folks. Couples will start joining the 100 mile high club in the next decade. Perhaps it would be the perfect ending to a dinner date. Pretty sure we will not be joining the club, since we don’t have a half-million for the tickets.

I wonder how paddling in space would work? If the recipient was not bound or holding on, it could be like on The Honeymooner's “Bang, Zoom, to the moon Alice, to the moon”.


Hope you had a good week and will have a better weekend. Still un-paddled here. She is at PT this morning and will come back sore from having her paw bent this way and that. Maybe for Christmas? Meanwhile, I think I am going to look for a swinging door to swat me.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


We have participated in LOL seven times now. I was never sure why. Went along to get along I suppose. Do we love our lurkers? In a word no. We don’t dislike them either. Blogs are most fun when they are interactive. There are precious few spanking blogs that have any degree of being interactive. I think the DD blogs as a group get more of that.
I sure don’t make many comments. Bacall about never. She does not even have a kink ID. If I think the content on a blog is something unique, or it just hits me in a way that makes me want to comment, I do. Comments here are seldom acknowledged. You say you like what you read/saw, I appreciate it but I don’t feel the need to say thanks for thanking us. That’s like playing the Goodnight game at the front door.
If you find anything of interest here in our small niche blog – great. If you want to dialog we are always open to doing just that. Via comments or email. Our kink email is
Have a great rest of the week. Bacall is over her illness and I feel better today.