The Ultimate Back Rub

I have always thought that giving a wanted spanking to be a kindness to another. Like a back rub, it’s not something we can do very well for ourselves.

Like sex, the desired frequency of spanking varies between partners. I think of the scene in a Woody Allen movie, where he describes their sex life; “We hardly ever have sex, maybe two or three times a week”. She tells the doctor “We have sex all the time, two or three times a week”. And so it is with spanking.

It so easy for one partner to get caught up in other things and forget that their partner needs a spanking. I suspect this is more of problem where the spanker is vanilla and spanks just for the pleasure of their partner. Spanko’s think about spanking every day, while vanilla’s may need some kind of reminder. This makes me think of the stickers they put on your windshield to remind you to have the oil changed.

Bacall and I have always shared the same frequency for sex, while our spanking schedules are not as closely aligned. She will always take a spanking if I want to give her one, but left to her own schedule she likes a spanking about every ten days. I like a spanking about every four or five days. If only one of us is needy, it easy for the other to forget.

There are ways to communicate a need for back and foot rubs as well as for spankings. Saying I need a spanking is direct and is Bacall’s  natural method. I do it also, but I also communicate by putting out a paddle, a note, or wearing panties. I don’t have panties like these, but I am sure they would work.

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Some of my best memories in talking with others about spanking include the efforts of women to get spanked. Like one gals high school efforts to be paddled by her favorite male teacher. She stayed after class to point out to the teacher that if she were of the other gender, he would have used the paddle and it did not seem fair that he would not paddle her for the same offence. Yep, that’s what she told me. Buttressed with her girl chum who did the same thing, they argued with the teacher to get paddled. He did not buy into their argument. I gave her a make up paddling.

Another gal related her many sessions with the paddle in a private school. She would not change her behavior or cry. So the paddling’s escalated to bare bottom with her Mother as a witness. He would have her bend over the back of chair and paddle away. She was proud of being able to take it and not give him a single tear. She proved it to me also.

Another lass shopping for dining room furniture and told me she bent over the back of the chairs at the store to see if they would work for her. They did. She demonstrated her pose to me while I paddled her bottom.

We whiled away a cold winter afternoon with her trying on almost every panty she had and getting paddled in every one.

Those memories come quickly to mind, more later. Meanwhile, why not share some of your spanking memories?


Men in Panties!!!!

Several Blogs have recently posted about men wearing panties. I knew I had written about the subject several times and I plan continue the subject. I hope other Blogs will do likewise.

Using the word cloud in the right margin, I checked to see how many posts were about men wearing panties. I was surprised to find there were 9 posts on the subject.

So making an easy post for the weekend, here they are in chronological order.

Panties, Panties, Panties – April, 2008

A Male Bottoms Fantasy – July, 2008

Forced to Wear Panties – January, 2009

Red Panty Day – November, 2009

Panty Daze – November, 2009

Matching Panties – January, 2010

Men Who Wear Panties – February, 2010

Men Wearing Panties – October, 2010

Girdles – November, 2010

PS Right now, Bacall has on a girdle that looks like this one. It’s sheer,  I can see her bottom redden while I paddle her. And that’s going to happen in just a few minutes.

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Oh, I have on a light control black panty girdle, which she will take down before she paddles me.

More Will Henry

Rollin left a comment on  “A Blast From The Past”:

Your readers should know that numerous Will Henry and Ken Harding books are available in electronic form from for the princely sum of $1 each.

Following up his tip I did a Google search on the site looking specifically for Will Henry and Kenneth Harding.

Some of the hits contained excerpts, so if you are interested.

Confessions of a Spankee by Kenneth Harding.

Suburban Spanking by Will Henry

Modern Spanking by Will Henry


A Blast From The Past

Herimone has posted some oldie spanking stories by Kenneth Harding. Thank you Herimone! We have posted two stories by Will Henry over the years and today we are sharing my all time favorite of his. [Careful readers will note the apparent mismatch of pronouns. We refers to Bacall’s keying it, while my refers to my, not her personal favorite]

All of Henry’s stories were written in a documentary style. Or as the 1969 preface of Modern Spanking says “ published as a sociological treatise on contemporary morals….” This was done, I suppose, to escape censorship.

The chapters of Modern Spanking cover all forms of who spanks who: Spanking in the Home Today, Feminine Control Over Discipline, The Adolescent’s Introduction to Spanking, Spanking and the Adult Woman, Marital Spanking and Family Spanking. The story reproduced here is from Marital Spanking. It’s a simple boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, girl spanks boy and they live happily ever after.

I bought Modern Spanking at an adult bookstore when I was 22. I wanted exactly what the fictitious couple, Ed and June, in the story had. I read it enough times to make it come true as it did when I met Bacall two years later.

There is a long prolog to this section of the story that I did not ask Bacall to type. It involves Ed’s seeing sorority girls paddled and June’s sorority paddling sessions at the college where she meets Ed.

“Our own paddling activities didn’t commence some time after my initiation into the club. One evening when we were kidding around in his car, he playfully turned me over his knees for a few smacks on the seat of my skirt. It stung nicely and I think he was a little surprised by my ardor afterward. When he remarked that he ought to paddle me more often, I didn’t discourage him. While it was embarrassing and did hurt a little, it was exciting and very stimulating.

After this he began warming me up on all of our dates prior to our necking sessions. I cooperated completely, and started wearing garter belts instead of girdles on all our dates. At first all the paddlings were given over my skirt, but I knew that couldn’t last forever. By this time, I might explain that we were quite serious about each other and talking about getting married after we finished school.”

At this point, Ed broke in with an explanation. “Of course, I could hardly wait to get her skirt up, but I didn’t want to spoil things by rushing her too much. However, one afternoon after school when we were alone at her place, I told that it was time for the skirts to come up. She got very red in the face, but protested only mildly as I took her over my knee. My heart was pounding as I began working her right-fitting skirt up in the back. Up it came over the tops of her brown stockings, revealing plump white thighs and finally trim pink panties covering her nice bottom.

She was embarrassed to death, but I didn’t overdo that first session with the hand applied directly on the panties. However, after that it was the standard procedure for June’s skirt to be pulled up before the spanking. Of course, it wasn’t long before I had designs about getting the panties down, but she firmly told me that that would have to wait until after we were married. I didn’t argue as the sight of seeing her over my lap with her skirt up to reveal panties, garter belt and long legs in stockings was thrilling enough.

We had been dating about a year when the next development occurred. One afternoon June playfully told me that sometimes she out to give me a taste of my own medicine. Ever since I had seen the hazing sessions in our basement at home, I had often wondered what it would be like to be paddled by a pretty girl. However, I hadn’t dared bring the subject up with June, as we had always more or less pretended that I was the boss and I didn’t want her to lose respect for me. When she suggested it, I didn’t refuse but sort of dared her to try. She brought out her subdeb paddle, remarking that it would be pointless to try to spank a boy with her hand.

With her paddle wrapped in some papers, we drove out to a secluded area where we often parked. Since there wasn’t enough room in the car, we got out and June told me to bend over and grasp the front bumper. She deliberately acted very bossy as she put the paddle to me. Even through my clothes it stung smartly but in a very stimulating way. I was surprised and quite a bit embarrassed by the reaction which I couldn’t conceal when I straightened up afterward.”

June continued with explanation. “I pretended not to notice the big lump in Ed’s pants afterward, but I was delighted. In the car afterward, I told him that from then on he was going to have to take his share of the spankings. He didn’t argue as it was obvious that this is what both of us wanted. Through the remained of our courtship, we took turns warming each other up. We rarely had a date when Ed didn’t get the paddle and I didn’t get the hand on my panties.

With this spanking background, we could hardly wait to give each other a bare bottom initiation on our honeymoon. On the first night at the motel, I promptly went over Ed’s knees and blushed hotly as my skirts were lifted and panties lowered to the knees. I nearly melted as he gave me my first hand spanking on the completely bare bottom. Afterwards, when I was down to my garter belt and hose, I initiated Ed. The sight he presented as I lowered his shorts for him indicated that things would be very interesting later one. He bent over the side of the bed and I showed him what the paddle felt like on the bare bottom.

With this beginning, spanking has been a regular part of our life. We use it both for erotic foreplay and settle quarrels. Normally, both of us get a good dose of our sessions. Unless we are in a hurry, we go through the routine of preparing each other for the spanking. I usually strip him completely and he peels me down to garter belt and stockings. These days I get the paddle in addition to his hand, and neither of us stops until our bottoms are afire.”


When I was coming of age, girdles were worn by “proper young ladies”. Dates were always well dressed in those days and that included a proper foundation. More than one date candidly admitted that multiple under-layers were prescribed by their mothers to hinder hands from gaining access to bare skin. I guess the reasoning was that by the time the boy got all the layers off, it would be curfew and their daughters would remain chaste. It had some the desired effect, but we usually managed to get it all off and back on without turning anything inside out or violating curfew.

How many layers? Skirt, slip, maybe a camisole, girdle and panties. More than enough to confuse a young lad.

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Reminiscing About My Wasted Youth

I gave many spankings over girdles, but these were not spankings that I thought about before hand. The gal would do something to “earn” a spanking and I would spank her. Of course, after baring her girdled bottom for the spanking, I would be half-way home to my real interest after the spanking. Somehow, it was OK to pull up skirts and slips to give a spanking. It was another deal to just pull them up to make out. But once the skirt was up, then it was OK to go farther. I wonder how many of my dates actively provoked me to spank them? I am wagering all of them.

This post sounded familiar to me, so I checked the Blog and sure enough I wrote about this a year ago. Panty Daze. Well I only have one set of memories from my wasted youth.

What’s a Batten?

Definition: A long strip of wood, metal, fiberglass etc, used for various purposes aboard ship, especially one inserted in a pocket sewn on the sail in order to keep the sail flat.

Our batten is wood, 18 inches long, an inch wide and 1/4 thick. It’s bends a little, but is stiff.

Like several of our toys, it was discovered some years ago by Becall. She saw it and wondered how it would feel on her bottom. So I showed her. Later, she decided it would work better on her thighs than her bottom. She likes it on her inner thighs close to her tender spot. I prefer it on the front and backs of my legs.


Bacall Paddles Bogey

Thursday: Bacall must have really enjoyed what I gave her yesterday, as today she told me she is going to tune me up in the morning. The batten will be applied to my legs and some paddles that have not been out of the toy bag in years will be used on my bottom. She told me to think about it all day. OK, I’m thinking. I decided I will put on a thong for my session. The idea of coming to my paddling fully bare in the back excites me. Of course, she may be thinking about putting me in panties. That’s fine, but tomorrow, I would prefer the thong, which is really nothing more than a slightly fancy athletic supporter. It keeps my thingie out of the way of the batten.

Friday: It happened. She kept reminding me about it all day Thursday and she took care of business first thing today. She wore white, a panty girdle and bra. I wore my white thong. Two dozen on the legs and two dozen on the bottom. I re-learned that a double thick latigo leather strap can burn. And where the heck did the paddle that reads That which hurts, often instructs come from? It’s about equal thud and sting.

We hope your weekend is enjoyable