Switch Couple Date by Al Gore

Forgive me, Al, this has been languishing in Drafts since last August

Good girls should be spanked for many good reasons.- They enjoy a spanking.- They thrive with discipline.- Physically, they need the pain.- Emotionally, they need the release.- Sexually, they need the arousal.- They need the attention.- Aftercare brings her closer to you.-The Best Reason! She just wants one! 

Switch Couple Date

"Hey, is this seat taken?" a cheerful voice pierced the quiet hum of the college coffee shop. Marc looked up from his laptop to see a vibrant young woman with a contagious smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her hair, a fiery shade of auburn, bobbed gently as she scanned the room for an empty chair. He nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Thanks," she said, her voice bubbling with energy as she sat down, placing her own coffee on the table. I think I remember you from my psych class," she offered. "I'm Chloe." Yes, I noticed you too. Is your bike outside? He asked. She nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her beloved mountain bike and the trails she liked to conquer. You sound like you know the trails here, said Marc. "Oh, I live for the thrill, the ones I like can really whip your ass," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. I don't know if I have heard it put quite that way before, he snorted. She giggled, a sound that was somehow both playful and mischievous. Oh, it's just something I think about a lot, she confessed.

Lisa’s smile was triumphant, lighting up her entire face. “Well, my stars! See? I knew you’d be a man up for a real bare ass whupin’ out on the trails.” The words, spoken so casually in her Southern accent, were a curious one to Marc. He was curious, but he didn’t say anything, a quiet observation to add to his mental file on her. “Alrighty then! Let’s say we meet on the north side of campus, by the library. It’ll be easy for you to find, and it’s a mighty fine startin’ spot.” She paused, her eyes sparkling, " See you at 8.

The next day after their ride, they went for ice cream, the sweet treat a quiet counterpoint to their adrenaline-fueled hobby. They sat on a park bench, the streetlights glowing, the evening air cool against their heated bodies.  “You use that word a lot. ‘Whupin’.’ When you’re talking about the trails, or something you love. It’s an interesting word.” Instead of speaking more, he took a step closer, his hands gently finding the soft fabric of her top where it met her shoulders. He leaned down slowly, giving her all the time in the world to pull back. She didn’t. She met him halfway, her lips cool and tasting faintly of the chocolate ice cream they had shared. The kiss was soft and chaste, a simple, sweet confirmation that this was real. He felt a boldness that was completely unlike him. He didn’t know where it came from, but with her, it felt right. He took a breath, and the words tumbled out before he could second-guess himself.” I… I appreciate it,” she started, her voice a little thin, “but I’m… I’m just a bit hesitant.” The words seemed to catch in her throat, her gaze dropping to her hands where she nervously twisted a napkin. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and she didn’t dare look him in the eye.  “I like a man who ain’t afraid to be vulnerable,” she said, her voice a soft, low confession. “Someone who can let go and show their feelings. And that’s when she reached out, her fingers pressing gently against his lips, stopping the words before they could even get out. He felt the soft pad of her fingertip, a delicate, unexpected pressure that both surprised him and silenced his mind. “And… and well, ahmmm…” she stammered, the words suddenly feeling heavy and impossible to form. “You know… everyone has their quirks and kinks, right?”  This was a different woman, one who was a little scared, a little vulnerable, and so, so beautiful in that moment, he thought.   It’s all good.” “Well, ahmmm… okay, here we go,” she started, her voice barely a whisper. She took a shaky breath, the dam finally breaking. “I… I’m into spankin’,” she blurted out, the words a frantic rush. They hung in the air between them, stark and raw. She flinched, bracing for his reaction, for the disgust, the judgment.

Marc smiled, a soft, genuine curve of his lips. "Is that all?” he asked, his voice full of relief and a hint of a playful glint in his eyes. “I mean… I’m into givin’ and receivin’ ‘em,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a near-inaudible whisper. “And not little pats, but… well, the real woodshed type bare ass whupins.” The southern words felt rough and raw, but she said them, finally free of the secret she’d held for so long.  “Giving and receiving?” he confirmed, the inquiry in his tone a quiet invitation for her to elaborate. She nodded. “Chloe… would you be my girlfriend?” Her smile grew, soft and radiant in the glow of the streetlight. “My goodness, yes,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. The years of carrying this secret, of being afraid of rejection, all came crashing down in that single moment. She squeezed his hand, her trembling fingers clutching his, a silent thanks. What does ‘whupped’ feel like for you? Is there a specific emotional release you’re looking for?”  “Yes,” she said, her voice clear and strong. “It’s about both givin’ and receivin’ ‘em. That’s a condition.” Well, Ahh, one other thing, "No... no intimacy until we're married. If... if it goes that far," she murmured, almost to herself. She braced for a reaction, but he just nodded slowly. "Oh, that's fine," he said, a quiet warmth in his voice. "I can do that." His simple words were a balm to her anxieties,

 Let's go to my apartment. We should talk more in private, she offered.

Marc’s heart hammered in his chest as they walked into her apartment, his thoughts racing with questions. He’d never been with someone who was into this before. “You know, I’ve never told anyone about this before,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “It’s a huge part of who I am, and I’m just... I’m so relieved you’re okay with it.”  He stepped closer to her, his eyes searching hers for any trace of doubt. "I’m not just okay with it, Chloe. I’m into it." He liked the idea of spanking, and it had always piqued his interest. He'd never had the courage to bring it up with anyone before, but with Chloe, it was different.

She led him to a corner where a chest held an assortment of leather belts and wooden paddles. The smell of leather and the sight of the polished, smooth surfaces sent a shiver down his spine. She opened it with a sense of reverence, revealing her collection. "Would you like to choose one?" she asked, her voice a soft invitation.. "Why don't you pick one?" he suggested, stepping closer. Her eyes lit up as she reached for a black leather belt, thick and supple. "This one," she said, holding it out to him with both hands. He took it, feeling its weight. "And now?" "Spank me," she whispered. "Just... just like I've been dreaming of."

Three's Company

Reader George sent us this:

This picture reminded me of something that happened years ago.

My ex-wife went through a phase after her hysterectomy where "everything" was a spanking implement and "everyone" wanted a spanking. And the story that follows comes from that. Honestly, it was both a good and a bad time. She enjoyed her spankings still, but really embraced spanking others during that time. She even explored finding spanking couples on the internet, but it wasn't our cup of tea. However, I was surprised by how many friends were up for a try once she became forward with asking. Some good times there. [Bogey agrees]

So let me begin with some background. I had bought an old dresser because it was American Chestnut wood to use to repair a rocking chair that had been my grandmother's. At some point, someone had replaced one of the drawer fronts with one from what I would assume was a piece of Mexican furniture. It was oak and crudely carved with sunbursts and moons in a medallion pattern. Of course, Mrs. Spanko thought it would make a good paddle. So I made one out of it. We used it once or twice, and it wasn't particularly remarkable in use or painful to receive, except I noticed the side with the carvings seemed to break a lot of blood vessels and leave terrible bruises even with moderate force. Of course, the other side was just flat, and although it was kind of heavy for play, it worked OK. We had a little shack near the lake, and the paddle ended up there, hidden on top of the kitchen cabinet, for emergency purposes. 

At that time, my wife had befriended our housekeeper, who was a half-Mexican girl who was kind of cute and about five years younger than her. The third one in the trio was a redhead from Georgia that we called "Peaches," who was also younger than her and always in some kind of mess, relationship-wise. Both of the "girls" hung around the house on the weekends, and I had my suspicions that Mrs. Spanko was at the very least being spanked by these girls because there were always a lot of winks between them and a fair amount of blushing for no real good reason. In fact, the thought crossed my mind that she might be getting sexual with them, but both of the young ladies denied it after the ex had left them and me behind.

So Mrs. Spanko and her sidekicks decided they were going to have a lingerie party at the lake house, and they invited about half a dozen other women over for drinks and rubber dick sales or whatever women do at those things. And I'm sure some clothed play spanking with the little ping pong type paddles painted pink with hearts and all that jazz went on. The two younger girls and Mrs. Spanko were going to stay the night, and I would swing out on Saturday morning and take them all for a little boat ride before we made a late lunch and then headed back to town. 

I roll up a little late that morning, and Mrs. Spanko is sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee. I ask her where the girls are, and she informs me that those "girls" drank a whole bottle of tequila last night and she couldn't wake them this morning. She said all this with a little smirk on her face, like she was privy to something I was not and wasn't going to be. Sort of relieved I didn't have to ass with the boat. I grabbed a beer to help with my slight bourbon hangover and flopped down in the chair next to her. Some time after she went in to check on the girls, and shortly after, Peaches came wandering out wearing one of my T-shirts for a nightshirt and carrying a cup of coffee. She looked pretty green around the gills and went directly to the edge of the porch and leaned on the railing. A few sips of coffee, and she began to heave and leaned over the rail to vomit. When she did, the T-shirt slipped up enough that I could see her butt cheeks. She had fair skin and her cheeks were just absolutely covered with those deep red bruises that I knew came from that "furniture" paddle. I kept quiet and changed my position before my wife came outside again, acting like I didn't see anything. In fact, I went in and started to make some breakfast for myself, toast, and some chicken noodle soup I found in the cabinet for the hangover crew. 

I did not see the housekeeper's bottom (that day). But she was all over the wooden kitchen chair while eating, and I suppose that answered my question. That evening, when I got home, Mrs. Spanko was washing the dishes I had left the night before, and I walked up behind her and pulled her sweat pants down enough to see what I needed to. She spun around, and her face wasn't as red as her buttocks, but close. Later, while she slept after sex, I examined her posterior a little closer and noticed a moon in its first quarter on her right cheek. Kind of wrapped around, like an amateur spanker might have misjudged and struck that area with the end of the paddle. Maybe even a little harder than normal, being fueled by alcohol.  

I bet that person regretted it when it was her turn.😅 Not one of the three ever spoke a word about the whole ordeal to me. And I guess that's probably why it's such a vivid memory.   

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Hopefully, you are feeling a little better. I hope your bride is recovering well also.  

So Spank Me

If I were to see a lass in this pose, perverted me would think she is asking to be spanked.

Sure her proportions are a bit larger than ideal. But I could not turn down her inviting smile. It will take me a bit longer to warm her ample bottom, but I feel up to it. And I sure do appreciate her vote of trust.

After a time of coos and purrs, her bottom is rather red. I ask if she would like some tongue time. She sits on the desk and widens her legs to accommodate me.

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Some great comments yesterday, but damn few of them. You need to rally to get me motivated to post the several hundred images in the several folders.

Blogger informed me that there were one or more images in yesterday's post that violated their standards. Blimey, if I can figure out what. So if OBB is once again removed, you know why.

Notes from Beth

It's been months since I have posted notes from Beth (or any other of my friends from another era in my life)

Hi,    I think being bound over a spanking horse/bench has a certain allure for a lot of women, and some men also. For me, its the sense of complete helplessness and vulnerability, but I'm sure others have their own reasons.  Plain old curiosity probably plays a big part, especially for those doing it the first time. It would probably be different in a party atmosphere since the spankings are seldom full on discipline/punishment either. The fear of being caught bound and naked definitely adds to the thrill and excitement outdoors. Just being exposed causes enough anxiety, but its really multiplied when any ability to flee is taken away. I don't think any spanking has to be extreme. I tend to think our felt pain is more a matter of where we are mentally than being all physical. It might seem weird that I can't 'take' my spankings without rushing my hands back and struggling, but as I said, I'm not good with mental bondage. My thoughts on spreader bars is they are best used when a woman is bound hands over her head, and its mainly for play and not actual discipline. Then the whips and riding crops can come out and gently play havoc on all the very sensitive parts of her anatomy, and other toys can become part of the game.  (ie nipple clamps, butt plugs, etc.) I'm sure all mattresses have their advantages/disadvantages, but at least I never get 'rug burn' on my ass from any of them!  LOL 

I would bet a lot of women have a short pleated skirt, but unless it was part of their school uniform, most girls seldom, if ever wore them to school.  As for the urge to wear one, I think its much greater in those of us into spankings mainly because a skirt and white panties have been ingrained in us as the 'spanking outfit' forever.  You look at any old photos of schoolgirls and college girls and they're almost always in skirts and blouses.  It has become the defacto 'schoolgirl' look, but skirts and panties also make it very easy to bare our bottoms, and we usually look rather delightful bent over a desk and bare.    Beth

skinny dipping

It seems your 'neked' experiences trump mine!  LOL  Almost all of my group skinny dipping was in high school and college. I did several with a boyfriend and other couples when I was younger, but now its strictly me and my husband privately. Lets see, I've swum naked in the Atlantic, the Gulf of Mexico, rivers, lakes, several old quarries, and more than a few swimming pools. I'll be honest, I've never actually done it with complete strangers, although I've been caught by them on occasion. Wow, I didn't know there were all those hot springs in the Pacific NW, but thinking about volcanos I can see where there would be. Yeah, I think I will put it on my bucket list. Maybe my husband and I will plan a vacation in that area next year. Are any of the springs remote and secluded enough we could be the only ones there? This year we're going to Ireland for a couple of weeks, not with a group tour, just us, but we're checking out some of the tours just to find out which sites they go to.

Hi Bogey,    I tend to stay away from skirts and dresses because they make my hips look much broader than they already are, and that leaves out the stockings and pantyhose. I'll put them on when we're playing because hubby likes them, but that's about the only time I wear those little outfits. He prefers garter belts or suspender hose so they leave my butt exposed, but I'm sure you like Bacall in them too.     Personally, I think there are far too many photos of girls blatantly showing everything, and I suspect some of them are going to be sorry in the future. Once its on the internet, it never goes away, and someone will always find it. Some of those young college girls may lose job opportunities because of their online pics.    You sound like my husband. If I'm completely nude, he just likes a pair of earrings, and on occasion just a garter belt with the garters hanging loose. Some times its just a pair of handcuffs holding my wrists behind my back when I'm in a corner and I know my butt is going to be pretty stingy before he takes them off!  LOL    OMG, you still have that picture?  It must be 10 years old!  It was at my sister's after we had a girl's night out and I was feeling kinda naughty!  LOL  I hadn't even met my husband then, and I was between boyfriends. Actually I was between boyfriends for quite awhile before that because the guy I had broken up with was such a jerk I didn't want to date anybody!  I think I was sexier then than I am now, but my legs were still kind of 'heavy'. Even when I was a teenager I never looked good in a mini-skirt or short shorts. Thank you for the compliments, I appreciate them.    I've never actually worn one of those half, or holey bras as you call it, and the crotch less panties when we've gone out. I must be getting old because I remember going 'commando' with no panties or bra when I was in my 20's and early 30's!  Now I 'jiggle' too much to do that anymore!  LOL     Are you traveling with friends, or are they people you met at the campgrounds?  One of my husband's uncles has a motorhome and they caravan with a few other couples when they travel. I don't know if I'd want to do it for long periods, but a couple of weeks here and there would be fun. I'm thinking of all the new and interesting places my hubby could turn me over his knee.     Be safe traveling!    Beth

Seeing a Girl Spanked in Church

I mentioned this to a reader. He said he wanted to know the details. I posted about it some time back, but where, I have no idea.  [Too damn many websites]

When I was 16/17, the Youth group at the church met at 6 on Sundays. A religious program for 20-30 minutes, and then we piled in a few cars and went somewhere to eat. This was a highlight of the evening for me. Even though I had a car, there was no way I would be a designated driver. They knew I would take a detour or never arrive. Instead, I sat behind the driver with a gal on my lap. Depending on how she positioned her legs governed how far up her skirt my hand could go without being detected by those in the front seat. The others in the back were degenerates like me.

There was one guy, Robin, who could do no wrong. He was in charge of ensuring that there were no shenanigans during the program. If you interrupted the program in any way, it was Robin's duty to use a belt on you. I sat on my hands.

A married couple were our chaperones. Their daughter was part of the group. The daughter was attractive and well blessed with big uns.

One evening, this girl was accused of something and was to get the belt. After the program broke up, I was walking down the hall to the restroom. Through open double doors, I saw the girl bent over, her parents holding her crinoline slip out of the way for Robin to give her the belt. I did not see him hit her; I continued walking.

It was strange then and stands out as being strange now. Why would parents do something like that to their daughter? Getting the belt on her panties by a boy her age.

I have no doubt that her Dad regularly spanked her and that conditioned her to submit to partial nudity and the belt.