a Two-Fer Day

This paddling took place about two weeks ago. It was quite memorable and I should have recorded it soon after it happened to capture all the juicy details.

Becall declared it was a two-fer day, that we would paddle each other. This is always fine by me, as I like both equally well. Since the session was her idea I suggested she select the paddles. She picked her fav holey paddle for herself and the stingy pine paddle for me. This paddle is one I have a love/hate relationship with. It warms me up real quick. Ten licks with it and I am struggling to stay anywhere close to in-position. It has no thud, but stings like a bee. This must have been the one I got in school.

She went over my lap and I started in not gentle, but not hard either. Soon she was making “yummy purring” sounds. I don’t really know how many I gave her, about 50 I suppose. Then it was my turn to bend over the bed. She popped me 12 times and I was burning up. Of course, I was also hard as a rock. I took her back over my lap for another round and before long she had two orgasms. Then it was my turn for another 10 scorchers. We then attacked each other in a carnal way.

Wood Paddles

I love to paddle a woman who loves the burn that wood gives. Not many women enjoy wood paddles. Here’s to the few that do enjoy the challenge of wood paddles.

I think round shaped paddles are best. They concentrate the force right where they are aimed. I like ones that just fit the bottom, with little overhang.

I only want to contact the sit spot, the meaty part of the bottom.

I prefer her bent-over – her elbows on a bed, over a low back chair, etc. I position myself slightly forward of her bottom and swing upward and through.

The sound the paddle makes when it lands it satisfying to me. To hear her suck her breath in and remain in position is most enjoyable.

The batten on our bare legs

In a recent blog entry ‘Not an insignificant change’, I noted that Becall desired to feel the batten on her legs and use it on mine. Today was the day. There are wide red stripes on both of our legs and our bottoms were reddened with trusty red paddles. Her principal orgasm was much longer than usual. Mine? Being a guy, about the same as usual. In my next life…..

It’s not punishment

I am going to get off this topic gentle readers. But, first, I want to repost one of the first entries I wrote for this blog.

I do not need or want to be scolded. My ideal spanker is one who is gleefully sadistic. One who smiles and tells me that she is going to burn my bottom up and then proceeds to do just that. She takes pride in hearing the paddle crack forcefully squarely across the meaty fullness of my ass cheeks. She does not flinch when I react to the pain She is firm and ensures the session is business like. But she also has a sense of humor. It’s breathtaking to hear her to tell me to assume a novel position and not to move until she tells me I can.

Her demeanor is always professional and cordial. I am going to light your bottom up, I am going to enjoy doing it and I see no reason to project anything other than delight while I attend to you.

That’s what does it for me.

Not an insignificant change

Two of our last three spanking sessions have, at Becall’s desire, given both of us red bottoms. This may not be unusual for most switches, but it is for us. Since the beginning of time, Becall has preferred not to share her spanking time. She wants it all for herself or all for me.

This morning it was all for me, but before we started she informed me that in our next session we will both be feeling the batten on our legs.

This is a small, but not insignificant change in our spanking play. I have no objection to it.