Something for everyone

 

Vintage lingerie, I suppose, but hot to me

Extremely hot

If there is a number on the door, you are going to get laid. Get in a boat and you will be spanked.

Caned for being cheeky

Claire smiles

Yes, the little darlings will do it

Rear Views

Comments that are at variance to safe, sane and consensual, a basic theme of OBB, will be deleted.

Just vanilla friends fooling around

This youngster has something on her mind

Whipped

I have never used or seen a whip used in spanking play. (Yes, I use the word play.) Floggers, yes, whips, no.

I do have a 10-foot Australian stock whip, which can take flesh off, but I only crack it for fun. I never gained the skill to use it to play.

These look effective

She got a light Easter whipping

She wanted more and got it

Bacall liked to be tied to trees. I deem the trees in southern forests, mostly pine, to be too rough for the skin so she seldom got the experience. Forests in the PacWest are ideal - smooth bark and the forest floor is briar free. 

Men Spanked

I have not done many F/M posts of late, simply because I seldom see pictures that connote my feelings about men getting spanked. They usually feature a mean-looking woman and/or depict the man in a humiliating way. I don't humiliate women and I will not tolerate it toward me.

I have always liked to getting a hot bottom, but it has to be with a fun-loving female.

I tripped over this web site. My Sexy Mind Games. While it has some things that do nothing for me, like cock cages, it has some images I like. 

First, for the few female readers, here are some male tails that Bacall heartily approves of. [Bacall saw Reacher's backside the other day, and I heard a gasp of pleasure]

Bacall's fav

A kink I have never heard of before. My sexy mind games has several posts about women giving a man a diuretic to cause him to piss his pants in public. Go figure.

Also Viagra to make him horny and hard. That must be a different Viagra than I used. It did not make me horny or hard. It prevented my hard from busting like ballon pricked.

Eugene

This week, there was a long discussion about the demise of Julie's blog. Two people commented on the gal running on the beach on Monday's post, but ignored the spanking images. Lee and I relieved Navy Days, but no one commented on the main topic of that post. And so it goes.

I try again.

I would get excited if she wore this for me

Sheer

Spanking Benches

Some hiking trails have benches for resting, spanking, sex. How about spanking benches?

Spanked and the spanker stayed within the lines

Choices

For the musically inclined who like the outdoors and living off the grid, here's one by a guy by the name of Greg Brown.  He calls it Eugene. It speaks to me.

The best summer of my life

I wrote this as part of a discussion of beers in the various places I have lived. Jax in Baton Rouge, Lone Star in Austin, San Miguel in Olongapo etc. 

The ship went into the yards in Washington for overhaul. We got a new Captain in Japan. Odd, as captains are usually assigned months before deployment, and we were ending our WestPac deployment. Why became known when we learned he was going to run for Senator in Washington.

After being in the yards for two months, our division was told our workspace and berthing area would be gutted for renovation. It would be normal to just move us to a barracks somewhere. Perhaps because our Captain was involved with his campaign and was in a good mood, normal went out the window. Our only instruction was to show up for roll call once a month.

Four of us rented a small house on the rural Hood Canal. We moved our clothes in, and right after dark, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and saw a gal who looked like Cybill Shepherd. She said, "I am Mary Buechel, and I wanted to welcome you to The Canal". I said nothing, just drooled. I think Frank bailed me out. Mary was a summer waitress at the restaurant below our house. The old Greek who owned the restaurant was our landlord.

Mary knew everyone her age on The Canal, and we were fresh meat. Bacall had a thin book titled How to be a Perpetual Virgin. Things like not knowing his last name, being out of town, etc., protected your maidenhood. In the Fall, girls would be back in college, and we would be gone, so it was going to be quite the summer for all of us.

We had 20-30 people at the house every Friday and Saturday. A very few friends from the ship. Plus two or three single junior officers. It was beneficial for us to get our bosses laid. The rest were single women from The Canal.

3.2 Olympia beer in undecorated cardboard boxes was sold at the PX for $2.64 a case. (10 cents a bottle) Mary’s father had a flatbed truck with wood side rails. We would fill it up to the top rail with beer. I don’t know how many cases fit in the truck, but it was just enough to get us through a weekend.

What a summer.

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We stopped by this place in 2013 - Union, Washington. The house we rented had been torn down.

Mary's family's place was now a craft store. In 1965, it was a general store, office for the phone company and a garage. He owned the phone company. Maybe 200 customers. This was back when you could not buy a phone; you rented them.

He rebuilt the transmission on my Austin Healy

As we were leaving the area, through Bremerton, Bacall asked if 64 was the hull number of the carrier I served on. There it was in mothballs. Full circle.

 

Some of This and That

 

If you see these you are getting laid

In her good white slip and in cuffs

Satin Panties

I am glad this is not me to be switched

Proudly showing off her stripes

Aftercare