This Non Woke blog, continuously published Aug 15, 2007, celebrates the erotic side of spanking as long practiced by one married couple. We don't spank for any reason other than to supercharge sex. Bogey and Bacall. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Shakespeare
I stumbled across some F/M clips on Spanking Tube. I give the woman an A for effort. She even swings the paddle two-handed. I can only give her a C- for aim.
How he is able to stay in position is amazing to me. In one clip, she starts off hard and fast and he does not move. I would be in the next county after she hit me five or six times.
I am just a wussy.
I titled this Ultimate Switching and scheduled it for posting. The posting time came and went. Trying to get it posted by changing the title.
I saw this picture on Kaelah’s Blog. It reminded me that it’s been a LONG time since Bacall and I traded licks in this manner.
Becall and I have on a few occasions stripped down for action each with a paddle in hand and swapped licks. Bacall gets competitive and takes more and harder licks this way.
BTW, I think Kaelah’s Blog represents the best in thoughtful discussion of spanking.
Have a good weekend. Perhaps some original pictures next week?
Serendipity: An unsought, unintended, and/or unexpected discovery and/or learning experience that happens by accident and sagacity.
Emanuele Lombardi left a comment on Proper Gardening Attire. His ID was new to me so I looked it up and found his Blog, Cranky Spanker and started reading. The first post I saw had a video of a cute lass spanking herself. Most of these self spanking clips are of little interest to me, but I had one hand on my coffee cup and the other on the mouse and Mr. Lombardi thought it worthwhile, so I clicked Play.
Well, this lass used two camera’s to record a long hand spanking, a firm paddling, then licks with a plastic rod and finally with the handle of a paint brush. Hundreds of licks. An impressive 12 plus minutes of spanking. I don’t know if she was doing it for a long distance friend or just for herself. The latter makes it more appealing to me, so I will go with that.
I much prefer amateur videos to the professional ones, so I agree with Mr. Lombardi, it was worth watching while having a second cup of Joe.
With the lasses bottom fixed in my wee male brain I started painting. [Walls, not canvas] After awhile, serendipity occurred. I thought of Mary Jane, one of my teen age larks. She had not crossed my mind in years. She was not my first, but second. However, she was the first girl I spanked. We were 15 and every time we were together she did something to “earn a spanking”. And spank I did. Nothing long, just a flurry of swats. Usually followed by another flurry when she repeated doing whatever she had done to start with to “earn” her spanking. Topping from the bottom, it’s called, when the top is clueless that he has not spanked long or hard enough.
I was never very smart and many gals used me this way. Get sassy, hide my wallet, etc. Get spanked. I do not think I was a spanko at the time. It was interesting for sure, but I was more interested in sex than spanking.
With Mary Jane, it was spanking and sex. My Dad would have termed her “hot to trot”. I was most grateful. We used each other, no doubt in my mind about that.
Several years go by while I was in the military. Home on leave, I call Mary Jane. Surprise, she was married, now divorced and would love to see me.
We are both a little more adult than we were four years back and she was very forth coming about her sexuality and her needs. She admits that she spanks herself. I don’t recall what was said, maybe I asked her, maybe she just wanted to show me, but there she was swatting herself with a paddle. And doing a fine job!
You can fill in the blanks. I think I spent all the days I had left on leave with Mary Jane and her paddle.
It was another two years before I was home again. I heard that she had moved to another state. I hope she found happiness. Thanks for jogging my memory Mr. Lombardi. And here is to Mary Jane.
In those rare times when Bacall is feeling really submissive and is hotter than a fox, which is much more common; I tell her she can not come – yet. Those words get her even hotter. I proceed to paddle and diddle her for a bit longer. I think this sort of play is rather common.
There is another sort of orgasm denial that I have difficult time understanding. This is from one of the FLR Blogs. He writes I am locked up snug as a bug in a rug, I haven’t had an orgasm all year long(lol), and B and I won’t be getting together again until Saturday. I love it!
I have spent a lifetime enjoying giving and receiving orgasms and now I find that some men seek to avoid them. They want to be spanked, but denied orgasm. And this is hot for them.
I think Bacall and I will continue to have as many orgasms as our bodies and minds will allow and always an orgasm served with our paddling’s.
I think Zelle has it right.
Mentioning Zelle brings me to another thought. I have always thought that spanking enthusiasts have a gene that allows their more creative efforts to shine through. Zelle certainly has the creative gene. Has anyone else noticed that creativity and wit seems to be abundant the gen pop of spanking enthusiasts?
We continue cleaning, painting and tossing out stuff. We found a trove of VHS spanking tapes a few weeks ago. I offered them here for the cost of mailing. No takers. Yesterday, I found a VHS spanking tape of us.
We were early adopters of video cams and this tape shows us in our young and fit bodies captured during several play sessions. Damn we looked good. Bacall is over my knee in one scene, while I am getting my bottom toasted in all the others. I had no idea we did so much OTK in the old days. What a surprise.
It’s fun to look at the smile on her face as she puts the wood to me. And her lingerie. Oh la la. Hot!
Oh my, the camera keeps running after the paddling is over. The two backed beast is caught on camera.
Too bad everyone dumped their VHS players and can not see this. 
Simulation of our old spanking days
I never had white shoes, but she sure had the lingerie – garter belt and hose.
There’s just a singular intimacy that spanking brings that you just can’t find anywhere else I think… everything get’s intensified; the emotions, the sexual tension, the imagination and especially all the tactile senses… the sense of touch, the sounds of a good spanking in progress, the delicious visual treats.
Well said and written by reader Tex.
We are both alpha types. We can snarl at one another in a heartbeat – if we get careless. Over the years we have both learned how to deal with the other without getting into a fight. Well most of the time. Even if we are fighting, we have never let it interfere with sex or spanking. That’s a whole different area for us.
Since we don’t do “faux discipline” or “DD” that may be what allows us to enjoy each other physically while still warily eyeballing the other about a perceived slight.
We will leave DD and FLR to others. We like our circumstances.
I have spent and do spend most of my life being the one in control. Perhaps you have already gathered, that I am as much a control fiend as you are; I am just a little more subtle than you! I love the power and hate it at the same time. I hate being the one that has to make all the decisions ALL the time….So to turn around and give that control over to someone else I trust, means so much to me!! You say that you get tired at the point where I am about to break………but it’s not necessarily the whacks on my bottom that leave me marked that gets to my head……it’s the control that someone TAKES from me!!! Tell me what to wear…….tell me what to do………watch me while I change……..watch me as you order me to get on all fours…..you’d be surprised at how submissive I can be in that kind of safe environment. But just because a man wants to TAKE it, doesn’t mean I always trust enough to
GIVE it. And to date……. I have never really given too much to anyone.
Perhaps I am NOT a “true” submissive. I LOVE and ADORE the power exchange……..one week you’re the Dom………the next week I am….but to find someone who can play both roles is very unusual……..you have no idea how many times I would have loved to have stopped you in mid sentence………bend you over…….. and paddle your fanny like you’ve never been paddled before!! You would be surprised at how many times I have used the massager/vibrator thinking about such things…….. You are a rarity because I don’t switch with anyone else…..haven’t found anyone else that is stronger mentally than I am, so I can’t go there with them.
As for the BDSM aspects of my play………… I don’t need anything fancy. I love the spreader bar you made; the prayer bench went right to my head before I even got an opportunity to bend over it. And actually I would prefer to be tied up with ropes…..ties….etc. than any fancy wrist cuffs. And spanking would always have to be a part of the play. I am not into bondage, just for the sake of being tied up. That doesn’t do anything for me. It’s WHY I am being tied up that gets to me……
Okay so what does all of this really say………I have lots of ideas for “good girl scenes” in my head……….here’s one: First of all, we are going out to dinner. You tell me what I am going to wear – even down to which panties to put on. Throughout dinner you tell me what is going to happen to me when we get back. Not in full detail but in snippets. When we get back, I am given an OTK warm up spanking. Then ordered to go into the bedroom and take off my dress (leaving on my bra and panties) and wait. On the dresser are laid the implements of choice – a paddle, crop, cane and a switch. I am told to bend over the bed and you paddle me, first over my panties and then you remove them and paddle me on my bare bottom getting in some pretty hard licks. I stand up and remove my bra like I am told to do and then place my hands behind my head. You pick up the crop and tease me with it…….stroking my thighs, whacking my bottom and in between my legs. Then I am tied down with rope…..to either the bed or prayer bench (!!!)………spreader bar placed to keep my legs apart……..and my wrists are tied down………..You grab the cane and give it several whooshes through the air before it lands on my bottom. The cane is just the warm up for the switch……….after being caned and switched……..you untie me and tell me to get on the bed on my back, legs apart……..you bring out the the massager…………and then I go from sub-space into outer space!!!!!!!!!!
And right now, I am headed to find my vibrator……..I am a little turned on by all these naughty thoughts!!!
It’s was a good day, sun shining, not too cold, so it was time to try out the new sofa once again. This was a very good paddling session, just the way I like it – erotic. Sometimes I have my delicate days, when the paddle just stings more than other days. This was one of those days, but the leather paddle was perfect, but of course we had to use my special wood paddle with holes in it that Bogey made for me. And I thought the high point was that the workers wouldn’t be here, so we had time to enjoy.
But little did I know that the high point awaited me in the bedroom. Bogey used two of our very soft deerskin floggers on me. So the mood was set and I was totally excited and he satisfied me. It’s nice to have time to really enjoy each other.
Bacall bought these pale blue polka dot panties for her Christmas stocking. I told her she would be paddled every time she wore them. She looked at me and said “of course”.
This picture was taken about halfway through.
I put the OBB watermark on pictures I take. I got tired of seeing them on other Blogs only days after I posted them with no credit to their origin.
Our Bottoms Burn 