Month: December 2008

We need more Real Men

One of the first films I recall is John Ford’s “The Searchers” made in 1956 starring John Wayne. The image of him standing in the doorway in the last scene burned into my young mind. This was a real man, who went his own way, imperfect; but always trying to do the right thing.

The 60’s changed a lot of people, myself included. The turmoil gave birth to a new generation of “progressives”. It also killed off the real men, first in Hollywood and then across the country. We no longer have the John Wayne’s, Robert Mitchum’s, Paul Neuman’s, heck even big Clint has gone wobbly.

What’s this got to do with spanking? What woman wants to be spanked by a guy in too big sweats with a ball cap on backwards?

Hairbrushes

A hairbrush is the implement most commonly associated with American style spanking. They are a fixture in every household and traditionally most purses. Being so handy, they have lighted up the backsides of misbehaving children. Surveys, say they remain the most popular implement for adult spanking, for either males or females.

Becall and I escaped the hairbrush as kids. Her Mother was a devotee of “go cut a switch” and then having her bend her over her bed and switching the backs of her legs. Ouch!

At home, I also got the switch and occasionally a belt on the legs. I got paddled in every grade first through tenth.

Given this background, I was strangely an aficionado of the paddle and wanted Becall to paddle me and of course, I wanted to paddle her. It took me years to understand that Becall can only enjoy wood once she is warmed up with leather. We did not know about leather until we had been together for 20 years. The Internet educated us.

We tried a few hairbrushes over the years, but none were effective. They were either wimpy or thudy. Becall got a vanity set for high school graduation, which included a hairbrush. It’s not wood or plastic, but some man made material that makes it a 10 on the thud scale. But it is silent and we used it from time-to-time when noise was a concern.

One day, Becall saw a Vidal Sasson brush that looked like it would work. At the checkout, the clerk remarked how good it was for spanking and thought should be used on me. We bantered back and forth for a few minutes and then she must have realized how much she had admitted and sealed her lips.

Let me tell you, this hairbrush works. After it’s first use on her, Becall declared it off limits. And so for years, it was used for brushing her hair. Last year, I had her bring it to me and I whacked her a few times with it, before she said that I should feel it. Lordy, Lordy, was she ever right, that sucker set me on fire. I put it aside for a future play date and told her she should paddle me hard and fast over the knee, just like I was a kid. As you know, she loves me over her knee and she likes to pop me hard and fast and get me wiggling around. So she had an agreeable time and I found out what a bona fide hair brushing feels like. I prefer a paddle thank you very much.

a reason for wanting to be spanked

I read in the mainstream press that percussive play is practiced by over 40% of Americans. The reason given is that repetitive swats to the bottom excites nearby sexual centers.

Using the word in the British sense, I reply, Right.

Spanking can be delightful; it can elect a warm inner glow, a feeling of floating and more. But, I submit that is not the reason many of us live for it. [Thinking as a bottom right now] Like most of us, I was fascinated with spanking long before I knew that it could feel so good. I was hooked on spanking before I was first spanked. I got the paddle, all through school. And I hasten to inform you not a single paddling was pleasurable – to me anyway. Nevertheless, like you, I looked up all the spanking words in dictionaries and I spanked almost every one of my dates and there were many.

I have lived all my life wondering why spanking is so much a part of my life. How did I morph what was painful punishment into something that became so enjoyable? Why are those schoolboy paddlings most wanted so many years later? I don’t know. But the repetitive swats theory does not hold water for me. I don’t want to be punished, but I want a paddling of sufficient nature that someone that did not know it’s real purpose might term it punishment. If they did not see my stiffie that is. [Grin]

At least the women that want a DD, D/s, HOH. Master/slave or whatever relationship have it in their minds that they want to be spanked when they step over the line. That is some reason. I don’t have one.

How about you? Do you have a reason for wanting to be spanked?

Spanking Party Skits


We have attended a few spanking parties over the years. For us, one highlight has always been the skits the gals put on. As groups mature, the skits decline, but it seems that in new groups or ones where new folks out number the old, the gals enjoy putting on uproarious skits; the sole purpose being that they get spanked.

These women would never think to showing themselves off elsewhere, but at a spanking party it seems like the thing to do. Having their skirt flipped up is always to their delight. And it’s done in front a roomful of people they may have only just met. The laughter and hijinks always make me fall down laughing.

Such skits are not something I have ever seen men do. Maybe we are the real prudes?