If you came just for spanked bottoms you are going to be disappointed.
If you came just for spanked bottoms you are going to be disappointed.
I came down with B L E H on Sunday and did not feel like putting together a post. I did not even feel like eating, so I went to bed at 5:30.
Here's Miss Sunshine
All good stories start with "No shit, this is true"
We (Bacall and I) were in Atlanta for the weekend. The other couple were Mike and Sharon.
Mike was good looking guy, the fire chief for the manufacturing arm of a large utility. He had a building with the fire truck on the grounds where he could hole up and stay drunk all day without anyone being the wiser. Mike was a professional drunk. He started evenings with a quart of Jim Beam. If you did not watch him closely, you would not know he was drunk.
I had been spanking Sharon for years and she played with Mike often. Fine with me. Not so fine with Mike as he was possessive in the extreme. All women belonged to Mike. He would have loved to screw Bacall. She liked him, but not in that way. Since I was a switch, I was not worthy of her.
We are in a motel room having a drink before going out to dinner. I spanked Sharon, she was straddling my left leg. Mike and Bacall were watching.
Mike did not say anything, but I could tell he was fuming.
He drove to the restaurant. It was very crowded and had few parking places. Both of the girls exclaimed at once and pointed to an empty place. Steam came out of his ears because girls were telling him where to park.
He started dinner with two double Jim Beam's.
Mike died from his drinking the next year. He was the second Mike we lost to alcohol.
These pictures reminded me of that evening, as I had pussy spanked Sharon many times.
I was 40-something before I knew about pussy spanking. I knew I did not want my equipment spanked. I had no idea that gals liked it.
Our usual meeting was an extended lunch. I would pick her up in my van and we would park in one of the nearby parks and eat our sack lunch. The back of the van had a king bed.
Our lunch conversation was light banter, never about spanking. I never sought to be dominant with her or anyone, for that matter. Perhaps I paused or did some tell when I thought it was time to spank her. In a second, her smile faded, her eyes dropped and she totally relaxed. We went to the bed she lay across my lap.
I never sought out submissive women. She was my only encounter, and I did not seek to expand it. After a year or so, she hooked up with a guy in another city. She told me I would need his permission to continue to spank her. [You can imagine how that went over with me.] She divorced her husband, moved in with her Dom, and became his slave. Another year goes by, and he acquires a crazy one. (I knew, she was, as I had a brief spanking affair with her. She was a therapist under the care of a psychiatrist. Did you get that?)
The crazy one outs him and causes all sorts of drama. His wife wakes up and divorces him.
I view submission as a mental issue. It is very strong in some women. I knew of one woman who left her husband and her two young kids and moved to another state to be collared - to anyone. Wound up being a sub to a lesbian with a mean streak. Did you get that? She left her young kids.
Some men seek submissive women. They are welcome to them.