Well to be honest, I like more than the cross.
Last week, we had both showered and were sitting around about half-dressed. We had talked the day before about three things we were going to do and so I asked her wanted to do today, meaning one of the three things. Sassy as ever, she said she was going to paddle herself. With that she got up and got my pine paddle out of the drawer and proceeded to pop her bottom with it. She always does a good job and I enjoyed the show. When she had finished, I took the paddle and proceeded to paddle myself. I paddle myself down as I can not get much effect swinging across. She paddles herself across her cheeks just like I would do it. We went back on forth experimenting with methods for a bit and then we both noticed that my large and ample penis had heard the paddle pops and raised himself up to see what was going on. This changed the play. It was obvious to both of us that I was turned on and she said she was also. She was so turned on that she wanted more pops with the pine paddle, a paddle she usually pans. I was pleased to accommodate her and proceeded to give her a dozen or so moderate licks. She took them with no problem and admitted she was feeling bullet proof and that she needed a dozen with the red paddle. I was only too happy to help her out. She was then 100% randy and I used our electro-mechanical device to elicit moans, pants, and primal screams from her. After her bones re-jelled in her arms and legs, she put the pine paddle to my bottom and used the same fine electro-mechanical device on my swollen penis which quickly melted me.
She was then able to decide what she wanted to do for the day.
Regular readers posted :
I can understand why you would not want to be switched; childhood memories can sometimes be very powerful.
Oh yes I can see why you both wouldn’t like to use switches. As Hermione says, memories can be very powerful.
Thanks ladies! That sounds entirely logical to me. Consider also that I was paddled in every grade from first to last, with the exception of the seventh. I hated being paddled, there was nothing about it that was pleasant to me. I was almost 21 when suddenly like a light being switched on, I wanted to paddle and be paddled. Humans are not easy to understand.
“You can just march yourself outside and bring me a switch young man.” Switching their kids legs was the favored punishment of Mom’s in the deep south neighborhood where I grew up. You were usually sent to cut your own switch and it had to be a suitable one, nothing flimsy. Peach tree switches were considered the best, fortunately there were no peach trees within miles of us. However, there were plenty of bushes that had entirely suitable branches. Switches need not be of large diameter. The business end should be as small or smaller than the lead in a pencil. [You do remember pencils don’t you?]
Once a switch was deemed of adequate size, any branches or buds were removed. The next thing removed were my pants. The thing about a switch on the legs is that it does not matter where it lands. Front, back, sides, it’s all fair territory. If the licks were on the back of your legs and you spun around to escape, the next licks would be on the front on your legs.
Sometimes more than one switch would be used at a time. Instead of a single red line on your legs for each lick, you would have two or three lines. I used that technique when I switched some adult young ladies.
I was switched twice with girl playmates. Once when about 8 we failed to hear being called while playing in the woods. That made us late for something. We had to get switches and our Mom’s switched our bare legs on the patio. I thought she took her switching much better than I did and I was embarrassed about that. She stoically held her dress up while her Mother made stripes on her legs. Her eyes were wet, while I had lost it. Perhaps my first lesson in how the more tender gender handles pain so much better than hardtails do.
In sixth grade a girl chum and I got sassy with our Mom’s while at her home. They talked about what to do in front of us and a switching was determined to be appropriate. I was switched in the kitchen while she got hers in the next room. We did not see each other, but we could hear quite well. [In high school, we cut classes together and both got paddled by the vice principal.]
Becall’s Mom switching technique was much like my experiences. After cutting her switch, she had to bend over her bed and take the switch on the back of her legs.
Switches are not something we play with. We are still scared of them. We do use our wooden batten on each others legs. And like a switching on the legs, when finished, the bottom is white and ready for a paddling. We see it as two sessions in one.
Just watched this film. Was surprised to see belt spanking in it. Not the kind of spanking I enjoy. Don’t watch it for the spanking scenes, but if strange drama appeals, then it’s a B movie.
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No big deal, I get paddled at least once a week. But, everyone is a real treat. Becall also gets paddled at least once a week. In fact, in response to finding out we are going out to dinner for the next two nights, she got out one of my paddles, dropped her jeans and went over my lap for a quickie. Such a happy girl.
My last paddling was two days back. She told me soon after we woke up that I was over due and to put on a pair of black panties and think about what was coming. Every so often I get really bold and ask for the full treatment. This time, I squeaked out that I needed two dozen with the batten on my legs and two dozen with my paddles. I knew hours later that I had been well paddled.
This is an excerpt from an article. I do not agree with the conclusion. But, who knows?
Short skirts, black pantyhose, and especially high heels are all there to optically lengthen the legs. Stiletto heels, long legs, femininity, sex, these are strongly associated for all of us who have been brought up with television and suchlike media.
Now add a little more male/female biology, one being able to perform reproductively several times a day, the other having to at least spend nine months and partially her own health. Obviously, male primates can spread their sperm more effectively by inseminating many easy targets instead of chasing around hard to get alpha females just to be rejected. Especially for males, sex is aggression. Testosterone makes us aggressive. Rape fantasies are very common among men, even if they do not admit it. High heels make you walk in a way – well – how can I say this – they say it stresses or “pronounces” your hips and what not, but recent results indicate that this is not quite effective as long as the males do not directly see the shoes, so lets be serious here: High heels impair and it simply looks easier to chase down – the male brain understands this regardless of whether you know or agree. The shoes render the female more vulnerable, an easy and safe target to mate.
This topic has come up on a few Blogs recently. And I want to add my two cents.
Yes, a wet bottom increases the sting. The more water, the more sting. Even one swat with a paddle removes most of the water, so it needs to constantly be replenished.
If the spanker can squeeze a water mister with one hand and a paddle with the other excellent results can be obtained. If the spanker is not so versatile, then a third party would be handy.
The only drawback to wet spankings is that the spanker is going to get wet, so they may as well undress.
If your backyard is private, a hose running over the target area would be useful. Indoors, a flexible hose from a tub/jacuzzi could be used.
Variations: Have her soak her panties in ice water and spank them dry for her.
Have her sit on a 25 pound block of ice, then paddle her. If she is Canadian, a block of ice would be redundant.
Always trying to be helpful.