It had been a week without play or even sex. I was randy and needy. Becall calmed me down. She used a leather slapper on my legs. Then a dozen with the principals paddle, followed by another dozen with the stingy pine paddle.
She is having surgery this week, so we don’t know when we will “be in the mood” again.
If anything, spanking interests are diverse. Her are the words of two brats who are in DD relationships and what they do to get punished.
He came home with a cane. He told me that I’d feel it the next time I was a bad girl. I was able to behave for almost two weeks before curiosity got the better of me. That first time he gave me six stripes and I cried and begged him to stop, but I never said the safe-word, and I would’ve been severely disappointed if he had relented.
I decided it was time to test his resolve…I teased and goaded and cheeked and bratted and pushed my luck too far….
He decided enough was enough, and spanked me, ….the artillery came out! belt, wooden spoon, paddle…. I was determined to stay the course, and did…so he finished up with a hand spanking that was harder than I could have imagined, along with the lecture; my ass wanted to pack and leave town!
He was wonderful…and psychic, because just as I was about to say the safeword, he stopped and held me tight…I don’t doubt now that he is more than a match for me…. I love that man so much…
We are alike, we are all so different.
To really enjoy them, Becall likes to get her mind right for a spanking. She will fix on something and turn it over in her mind for at least a day. I think it is like marinating meat.
Two days ago she told me she would be wearing pink panties for her next spanking. In my male mind that is all I need to know, spanking and pink panties. This morning, it not only pink panties, but a pink bra, pink blouse and frilly socks. She also had on jeans, but those were quickly dispensed with.
I had not used a belt on her in sometime, so that is what I started with. She was having one of her low tolerance days, but I told her to suck it up, as I intended to redden her bottom. She did and I did. I used my belt, leather paddle, pussy whip, wooden paddle, pussy whip, wooden paddle, pussy whip and a final toasting with our red paddle.
I took her from behind and enjoyed the heat from her bottom. Not a bad Saturday morning.
If you got to know us you would most probably describe us as having dominate personalities. We would agree with that and it’s been long-established by more than a few personality tests. Becall pulls it off with more polish, while I am more of the knuckle dragging Airborne type.
I have spanked nearly a hundred women, most of whom were self-described submissives. Almost all of them had poor self-image. I mention this only to contrast Becall and I with them. We are dominates with positive self images who enjoy being spanked and who can infrequently get into a zone we call bedroom submission. We do not go in the bedroom submissive and we don’t leave it submissive. The state lasts for 5 to 15 minutes and then poof.
It’s rare in our percussive play that we can get into a submissive headspace. When we can, it makes the whole session a lot more enjoyable. Becall is able to get her mind there a few times a year. I always know it, as she tells me to paddle her hard and her orgasms are longer and more intense. I don’t know what allows me to get submissive; I just know when I am there. I have been paddled and she is talking to me about what she is about to do and I feel myself giving up all control to her.
We would be interested in hearing your take on bedroom submission
I was cleaning out a closet today and “found” a VHS tape of Becall and I when we were young and trim. We were early adopters of video cam technology. Of course, we used it record some of our play sessions. The tape has several paddling sessions on it, most of me being paddled and two of Becall bending over. We lost some sessions by leaving the tape in and allowing SNL to be taped over.
What I enjoyed most about seeing the tape was the look of joy on Becall’s face while she paddled me.
The most popular Blog for spanking enthusiasts, My Bottom Smarts, whose name this humble Blog adopted and corrupted without shame or guilt, has called for the third Love Our Lurkers Day. Becall and I encourage both of our readers to post to as many spanking Blogs as you like. The experience will be self-rewarding. And we would really like to hear from you.
Is this the only spanking blog with switches? I find it hard to believe we are the only couple who mutually enjoy recreational spanking. If you know of another blog like this one, please send us a link to it.
Surely there are as many men who enjoy being spanked as there are women who are fond of a hot bottom. However, there are far fewer women who will spank a man than the other way around. Women relish the submissive mode and find it hard to be dominate, even in play, to please a man.
I went to Spanked Hubby the other day. When he started his blog he often had some good artwork. That was then. I see he has talked his wife into meeting other couples so they can share disciplinary practices. I find it rather funny that he has to hide his enjoyment of being spanked behind a punishment façade. I do something bad, she will spank me for it, she will think she has helped our relationship, I will get turned on and get laid.
We do it a bit differently. The other day Becall decided we would have a joint paddling session. I have heard of joint task forces, etc. but this sounded like fun. How did it work out? Pretty good I would say. We both got the spanking we wanted and then enjoyed sex.
Spanked Hubby has a penchant for privacy. Fine. I am trying to fit that with his having his wife take pictures of him buck naked on Lo Jolla beach. We want to see the bare ass and limp johnson of a 60 year old man?
From time-to-time we meet other couples that say they enjoy spanking each other. But when it’s time for my pants to come down, I find she is just going through the motions to please her husband who is getting a fine spanking from Becall. Then I find she is not much into having her bottom spanked either.
In our early marriage, we were playing in the den, which was on the back of the house. It had a double window and double door. We normally did not close the drapes. On this day the drapes were partially open. I don’t recall who was being spanked, but I happened to see our neighbor walking back to her house. She had taken to coming to our back door and must have done it that day only to see one or both of us being paddled. It was never mentioned and I don’t think she ever came to the back door again.
I have often thought what fun it would be for a neighbor to stop by and bend the both of us over.