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My Story - Part 1

Blogger stats are always suspect. They show less than 100 looked at the last post. I guess folks only want pictures.

A decade ago, I started OBB to be a small voice to proclaim that spanking could be fun for both the man and the woman.  That it did not have to be about punishment.

I came to spanking accidentally. When a date did something sassy, I spanked her. It seemed normal to me. I soon learned that she liked it. As evidence of that, she would do the same thing on the next date to "earn" another spanking.

Pleazee Spank Me

The fringe benefit of this was that after the spanking, I had a half-nude girl in my lap. 

I think I spanked every date in HS. This was interrupted by my stint in the Navy, but I resumed it when I got out at 21. Then I "asked," You look like you need a good spanking." If there was no disagreement, I spanked her and we had another date.

I think the difference between me and the other guys was that I was asking. The girls were willing, but the men were not asking.

Creek Banking In Short Shorts is a Way To Get Spanked

Bacall was fiesty from the moment I first saw her. She had her hands on her hips. I saw the sparkle of defiance in her eyes and her shapely bottom. That was all I needed to approach her. I will tell the rest of the story another time.

What's your story?

Definitely Not PC

If anything here triggers you. Put down the mouse, call an ambulance, then place your fingers in the nearest door frame and slam the door. This will reset your mind.

In my experiment with AI-generated images - she had three hands.

...the family of a Russian 35-year-old man who fights for a year and is then killed would get about $150,000. That is more than he would have earned cumulatively working as a civilian until the age of 60 in some regions. 

What belief do the Democrats hold that distinguishes them? LGBTQ, woke, gender theory, teachers unions, higher taxes?

'The thing I hear from college-aged men is, "I'd rather stay home and look at porn and masturbate",' she explained, before adding: 'They say, "I'm afraid to go on a date because if I do anything wrong, all her friends on social media are gonna know, I'm gonna be accused of something that I didn't know I did, and even the good stuff is gonna be on social media and I don't want that".'

'So, the men said, "Oh, older women are so much more confident, they know what they want sexually, they know how to have an orgasm, they know how to ask for what they want in bed",' she revealed.

Another mega idea: I want a ranch with many animals—llamas, Alpacas, Vicunas, Owls, Coyotes, Dogs, and on and on—plus staff to take care of them. My latest idea is to add a few Road Runners to keep the Coyotes amused. I would have a small device around the bird's neck that I could remotely trigger that would go "Beep, Beep."

The Pleasure of a Warm Bottom.

The Pleasure of Being Told You Need One.

The Pleasure of Knowing You’re Just About to Get One.

The Pleasure of Getting into Position for One.

The Pleasure of Having Your Bottom Bared for One.

Pygophiliac - Sexual arousal from seeing or touching the buttocks of another person

Bored? Use this like a figgit

What's the word for a mental illness that spreads like a virus?  Do we have a virus-induced neurobehavioral disorder going on with the rash of people transitioning?  Musk calls it the “killed by the woke mind virus”.

The largest single demographic group in America: whites without college degrees, make up 48% of all Americans over 25.

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

H. L. Mencken

The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.

“That’s Texas right there—tacos and oil rigs.”

Nuttier than elephant shit at a peanut festival

This just in: AWFUL, or Affluent White Female Urban Liberal.

Loss of an Obsession

I have sensed it for some months. I just did not want to admit it to myself. I have been fascinated with spanking since high school. Not a day had gone by that I had not thought of spanking several times.

The obsession has expired.

I will continue to post images that I find attractive on a less frequent schedule. Call it in fond remembrance of a lifestyle.

I may also post my thoughts about other subjects.

I have enjoyed the engagement of many of you, and I hope that may continue in some way.

Bottoms Suitable for Spanking

What is the name of the section of the female brain that holds the memory of every perceived slight since they were 12 years old?

I seldom post F/F pictures, but the colors attracted me.

Bdsmlr has changed how pictures are displayed. The thumbnails are too small, and it's very time-consuming to scroll through 30-40 pictures to find one worthwhile.

Spanking in the New Year

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We Could Use a Return to Gallantry

by Peggy Noonan

I don’t want to sum up the year, outline hopes for 2026, predict or warn. I want to say we all have to become better people.

You won’t get through the future without faith, you won’t get through life without courage, and if you want courage to spread (and you do—you’re safer in a braver world) you have to encourage it, give it a lift, give it style. That’s what gallantry is, courage’s style. Its class, its shine and burnish. As a virtue it is close to my heart.

We live in a culture of winners who must win, and if the others don’t know you won then you must tell them, over and over, like Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez. We are the wealthiest and most glamorous, we are living the best lives, Amal Clooney’s on line one, the pope’s on hold. Are you not impressed?

Gallantry never says it won.

When someone’s smart we say he has brains and if he’s brave he has guts, but gallantry isn’t assigned a human part and so must be a thing of the soul.

Courage faces danger but gallantry is the way you face it. Often it has to do with treatment of a weaker party; often it’s directed toward an individual or cause that can’t repay you. It involves self-discipline but isn’t grim. It travels light. It is modest, has no bombast. “It was nothing.” “We were all doing our best.”

A cold snowy night in late November 2012 in New York’s Times Square. Police officer Larry DePrimo was walking the beat and saw a homeless man standing barefoot on the sidewalk. Mr. DePrimo went to Skechers, bought a pair of insulated boots and socks with his own money, and helped the homeless man get them on. There was no expectation of notice, but a passerby took a photo and posted it online.

Reporters tracked down DePrimo. He said he didn’t expect the publicity, that his act “was something I had to do.” He kept the receipt for the boots in his pocket to remind himself some people have it worse.

Gallantry goes beyond duty.

I should underscore here that it isn’t some old, dead virtue, a relic of the past. It has nothing to do with knights or nostalgia. It is alive, it exists, you know people who are gallant, have witnessed gallantry and understand at this point that it is deeply countercultural.

If you say it’s old-fashioned maybe that’s because it requires effort you don’t want to make. If it’s increasingly rare then it’s increasingly precious.

Gallantry for beginners: When I was a child reading movie-star magazines, I read a story that gave me a window into an idea about how to behave. It was about Tony Curtis, new to Hollywood and unknown, a Bronx boy hoping for the life of an actor. He retells the tale in his 1994 autobiography, “American Prince.”

He and his wife, Janet Leigh, were invited to dinner at Cole Porter’s apartment. Ethel Merman picked up a wine glass and gently squeezed the top. “The wineglass was so delicate, and her touch so assured, that she could change its shape from round to oval without breaking it.”

Merman encouraged him to try it himself. “I squeezed, and this beautiful, delicate wineglass shattered in my hand. Ethel, who was dear and kind, said, ‘Don’t worry, kid, it could happen to any of us,’ and then she took her own glass and shattered it just to make me feel better.”

Gallantry takes responsibility.

On the morning of Jan. 15, 2009, US Airways flight 1549, its engines hit by a flock of birds, hit the Hudson river. Pilot Chesley Sullenberger landed the plane safely, brilliantly, and with his crew got the 150 passengers calmly disembarked and standing on the wings. As the plane began sinking, Mr. Sullenberger walked the cabin twice to make sure no one was left behind. All were saved. In the days afterward what struck people was not only that you can land on a river, or that an Airbus can float for a while, it was: Didja hear about the pilot? When asked what happened he always replied with factual precision and modesty. He redirected praise to the excellence of the crew and the sturdiness of the plane. There was a kind of public relief: We’re still making Sullenbergers, they aren’t just people in World War II movies.

Gallantry is being the victor and refusing to humiliate. It’s Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox treating Robert E. Lee with perfectly calibrated respect, letting Lee’s officers keep their sidearms and his men their personal horses. It is George H.W. Bush refusing to rub the Soviet Union’s face in it when the West won the Cold War. He did this not only for practical reasons—a humiliated foe is a dangerous foe—but out of decency.

Gallantry is male-coded and shouldn’t be. A history of gallant women is the history of the world. Famous examples: Jackie Kennedy, her life blasted away on a Friday afternoon, held her poise and on Monday maintained public ritual in the funeral of her husband, because the country needed it and history demanded it. Queen Elizabeth II was gallant throughout life but especially at the end when, old and unwell, often in discomfort, she continued to meet with new prime ministers, some of whom she would have understood to be silly, and did it smiling in a friendly way, in her cardigan and skirt. And in the end, her Jubilee video with Paddington Bear, confiding she keeps marmalade sandwiches in her bag, and keeping time with her spoon as “We Will Rock You” announced itself from the royal military band outside Buckingham Palace. Margaret Chase Smith taking to her feet in the U.S. Senate and telling the truth, knowing the price she’d pay, while the he-men in the chamber ran in terror from Joe McCarthy.

Sir Thomas More on the scaffold of Tower Hill comforted his executioner and was reported by a witness to have repositioned his beard on the block, joking it had committed no treason. On being asked by a pious official if he really knew God’s judgment, he is said to have responded, “He will not refuse one who is so blithe to go to him.” He didn’t say, “My actions were right,” he said God has a heart.

Why are we banging away on all this as the clock ticks down to a new year? Because gallantry is necessary. Modern life strips away too much, old protections aren’t honored, someone has to make things better.

Because we live in a cold political world of cocoons, bubbles and silos, and few feel safe to occupy the land between. It is a world in which people are obsessed with claiming their rights and not accepting their duties. Public speech is mean, strength is vulgar.

Gallantry goes against all this. It says you can push without humiliating, be decisive without being brutal.

It shows we can be better. It proves we are better.

Onward gallant ladies, gallant gentlemen of America. Welcome 2026 warmly, and save it modestly.