Boat Paddles

Everyone’s favorite Blogger Hermione had a post about boat paddles a week or so back. [How was that for sucking up?] Her post reminded me of something we did some years back. Bacall decided that our spare boat paddle would make a marvelous birthday present to a spanking companion.

Of course, I was obliged to use the boat paddle on her. I know, I know, it was difficult, but I sucked it up and paddled her little bottom until it was crimson red.


The amazing thing about this is that I can still wear that same shirt after all these years.

Later, we bought a souvenir paddle for ourselves. It’s 18 inches long with a fish painted on one side. It hangs in our RV ready for use. It has plenty of sting.


If you enlarge the picture you will see that it cracked lengthwise and was repaired. Bacall has a long history of having paddles broken on her.

Short Plaid Skirts

I will give her a B for effort, but this looks like a costume outfit to me – panties and matching skirt. While it’s delightful to look at her, the loose fit of the panties spoils the view. The panties should fit smooth and snug.

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Really gals, getting the outfit right is so easy, as there are sources all over the free world that sell school girl uniforms. Don’t get an cheap outfit, get the real deal. And don’t forget the Mary Jane’s.


On the Home Front

Paddlings here continue with no abatement.

I have Blogged about how Bacall loves to paddle me OTK and how that is my least favorite position. I have also written that it is the most effective position. She likes to paddle me hard and fast OTK. Before she gets to 10 licks I am squirming around and kicking my legs. I think I made it to 20 licks once, usually I get up before that number is reached. I am a wuss.

About a week before Christmas, I offered my bottom to her for an OTK paddling. She accepted. She got out the stingy red paddle and went to work. I escaped after a dozen or so. I wish I could stay over her lap until she got her fill.

I watched a clip of a gal paddling a man a week or so back. She paddled his bare bottom with a fine wood paddle and while he was quite vocal and kicked his legs; he stayed in position well past 60 licks. I have no idea how anyone does that.

OK, I have paddled woman like that until I was out of breath and they were getting their second wind. But hey, they can do child birth, so a paddling for them must be a lot easier.

We enjoyed our version of the 12 days of Christmas and the Santa spoon is put away for another year.

Bacall told me that when she put on a certain pair of red panties, that I should toast her fanny with the red paddle that she has a love hate relationship with. About a week later, she was in those panties and so she got her bottom warmed up. These particular panties completely expose her bottom when she bends over. She always forgets that little fact. Be right back Or does she? A gal does not have to tell all.


Not Bacall, but a nice picture.

Setting Up a Blog ID

I am not going to write a detailed how-to on setting up a identity to use when posting comments to Blogs. I would not want to insult your intelligence. It’s easy and no one is going to know who the heck you are by doing it. If you think otherwise, well there is no way I could assure you.

This is an outline getting a Blog ID for Blogspot, where you are reading this. You need a Gmail email address. That’s easy enough to get. Then on any Blogspot Blog you will see on the right a link ‘ Create Blog’. Select it and enter the requested info.

While you are setting up a Blog, you do not ever need to Blog anything, you will have a Blog ID that you can use for posting comments. And please do select some picture of something to personalize it.

Who will be the first to do it?

Anonymous Posts

I wonder what’s behind anonymous posts? Are they just a tad lazy to set up a Blog ID? Do they imagine someone will be able to find out who they are? I wonder. Sometimes, I would like to ask a question about something an anonymous poster said. But, I can’t.

Of course, Bogey and Bacall are not our real names. At one time, we were more open with our identities. We have met hundreds of spanking enthusiasts. We have been to their homes, met their kids and they have been to our home. We decided to cloak a bit to keep our grandkids from getting a surprise. And that’s why we use Bogey and Bacall here. That said, a few readers of this Blog know our real names, where we live and one, bless him, sends Bacall wine.


I see we are up to 75 followers. No where near the number that the better Blogs have. But, this Blog is primarily for me to better understand our own spanking interests. When I write, I focus and reflect on what’s really important to us. Another thing I try to accomplish is to promote erotic spanking between couples. As it says at the top of this page:

We don’t spank for punishment or discipline or any reason other than to supercharge sex. Getting our bottoms toasted sexually arouses us.

Many blog entries will be about Bacall paddling me, as I feel F/M play is a topic that is not written about enough, except in fantasy or punishment terms.

I, we, will try to remain true to that theme. 

Our best to all of you, regular or occasional readers. Those that post with Blog ID’s and anonymously.

PS, We found the Bogey and Bacall version of the The Big Sleep last week. The plot is far too complicated, but it was a treat for me to see Bacall in a pencil skirt.

Spanking Tastes

Bonnie posed the question: have your spanking tastes changed over time and in particular, are there activities that were once disliked, but are now a regular part of the repertoire. I really could not come up with an answer that was on target in time. I still have have not, but wanted to describe my thoughts as best as I could.

Paddling was a major fascination for me as an adolescent, but it was not something I wanted to happen to me. So my spanking tastes did change from not wanting to be paddled to enjoying the burn that wood gives. I still want paddlings to happen to others with me fully behind them. So in that sense I did not change.

The way I wanted to be paddled also changed. At first, wanted to be paddled over my pants, then underwear and finally bare bottom. Somewhere along the way, I changed to only wanting to be paddled bare bottom with no warm up.

Paddling in school was imposed as punishment and I did not want to be punished. As an adult, punishment is not part of my fantasies. So my taste there did not change.

After over three decades, my frame of reference remains rooted in being paddled by a school teacher. Bacall plays this role to my perfection. A woman I knew many years ago was self-proclaimed as knowing all about BDSM. She chided me that as I came to understand the scene, my interests would expand. Well, Donna Morefield, another decade has passed and my taste are the same. I guess I am just a dull, un-imaginative fellow.

As a kid, I got the paddle at school and the switch at home. My fear of switches and canes lasted until middle age when a woman convinced me to take some cane strokes on my legs. I did. It was not so bad. My mind chewed on that for a few weeks and I found I wanted the cane, ruler, batten on my legs. That event ushered in Bacall’s love affair with the batten on her legs. Both of those events were big changes.


Bacall’s tastes have changed. In the beginning, she hated wood paddles. She found and liked leather paddles. After some more time, she decided there were some wood paddles that she enjoys.

Her fantasies surrounding spanking are rooted in force fantasies. She likes to be assured that she must take her spanking, that she has no choice. From there, her fertile mind takes over and she can take herself to many places.

The End

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