These may not all be up to the ad lib’s by Erica, but I offer them for your enjoyment.
“Now remember, I’m very delicate today”
“Why don’t you save yourself for later?”
“You call that a spanking?”
“Have you started yet?”.
“You’re making a BIG mistake! Huge!”
“How ’bout a ham sandwich?”
Looking at the carpet: “I gotta get that new vacuum cleaner…”
“Are you sure you wanna do this? ‘Cause if you’re at all in doubt…?”
“Okay. What’s in it for me?”
“You call that a spanking? My butt has hurt more standing on a crosstown bus!”
“What? You wanted my attention, too?!”
“Have you started yet?”
WHACK! “Buckle my shoe.”
When a Shadow Lane party attendee paused to change implements, the young lady brightly inquired “What time does the buffet start?”
Oh My, so spankable
Playing The Game
Waiting For Bogey
FYI, We remain in a digital dark zone. When we get “in the light”, we upload a week of posts.
This is from another Blog. I neglected to note which one. It reminds me of the spankings that my dates provoked when I was a teen. I did not know it was a game then. I did not dream of spanking then as I came to do in my late teens. They crossed a line, it was up to me to spank them.
I have always provoked the spanking, it’s never unjustified. My innate female bitchiness causes my lover to say, very quietly, “All right now, that’s enough!” I say “Don’t order me around” and he replies “You’re asking for a good spanking”. I answer “I’d like to see you try it!’ in a very taunting manner.
At this point he grabs me, grasps both hands firmly behind my back, pulls down my panties, turns me over onto his knee and traps my kicking legs between his.
Back then I was more interested in traditional amorous activities than spanking. With her skirt was up and her panties down or off, that came naturally. I wonder now if sex was a reward for spanking them?
What makes this odd, is that I spanked almost every girl I dated more than once. I wonder if I brought out something in them without being conscious of it?
I have no memories of dreaming of spanking girls until I was 19. That was also the same time that I suddenly wanted to be spanked.
In celebration of summer, today we devote ourselves to studying denim.
Have a wonderful weekend
Continuing the theme of women on stairs.
Stairs are a popular location for pre-spanking pictures. Perhaps because it shows off their bottoms.
I would pass on the bath brush
A nice looking paddle
Another nice paddle. Points off for the tat.
From the title you can see that Bogey and I are weird – we like polka’s, (and accordions). I have been feeling really sassy the last two days. Yesterday there were too many chores to do, so I could just be sassy and feel immune from the paddle. We were sitting outside and Bogey brings out the batten knowing that I can’t help but focus on it. He put it on the table and I look at it and I look at the bushes next to me and think what a wonderful place for the batten. Finally I tell him what I am thinking of doing, but am not giving in to those thoughts. You would think that he would be so proud of me being such a good girl.
Of course, Bogey never forgets sassiness. Still feeling sassy this morning, I continue having fun until my fun time is over. He pulls out my paddle and I look at it and tell him I’m not scared of that little paddle. Now this is the time that he should sympathize with me for completely losing my mind, especially when I take the paddle and put it in the trash can.
Paddle to the Trash
I digress here for a moment. We went to Oregon several years where Myrtlewood trees grow. The grain of the wood is beautiful so while we were shopping, we picked up a small cheese board with a handle, knowing full well it would never be used as a cheese board. How anything that beautiful can sting so much is amazing.
The Myrtlewood Terror
Back to the present – Bogey pulls out the Myrtlewood paddle and give me a dozen or hard swats with it. Wow it stung and I can still feel it at this moment! At that point, sanity returns and I get the paddle out of the trash can (which was empty by the way).
KSQM is playing a very peppy polka and I am on my knees, so I am moving my bottom to the music. Suddenly I realize that the paddling has stopped. That’s not a good sign. So I stop keeping time to the music and get a few more pops. But the music is so peppy, what can I do but start moving my bottom again. Uh oh, I’m in trouble again! I just don’t know why I keep asking for trouble. Then the batten comes out and I get it between my legs. Now I am moving to a different tune.
After all is said and done, is the sassiness gone – who knows. Stay tuned in the next few days and find out.
PS: I had showed her Erica’s recent post the day before this. Bacall remarked that she and Erica would get in trouble together.
Unlike Erica, she apologized to her paddle for placing it in the trash can. It did take more than a few more pops for the paddle to accept that it was a sincere apology.
The expression on her face seems to say “Is that all you have?”
I love this old picture. Snug fitting stirrup pants. You can even see the outline of her panties.
All different topics today.
My Kind of Top Shelf
Poor dear, she may need some assistance. I love to watch Bacall paddle herself. I would bet we have all paddled ourselves at sometime or another.
You know who, showing off an easy to build stock. Cut a 2×4 in half. Make holes for the hands. Put a hinge on one end. Shock cord on the other end. Believe me, she will be secure. You can put a threaded insert in the bottom of the stock and another one in the railing of your deck for outside fun.
Our all time fav spanking video, Uncle Wayne’s Woodshed. She has a smart mouth and he has a wide strap. We would like a wood shed with a large log with bark stripped off.
It’s no secret that OTK is the favorite spanking position for both tops and bottoms. Regular readers know that it’s my least favorite position when I am on the bottom. However, it’s rates high with Bacall when she is topping.
We both find it to be self-satisfying to present our bottoms in best position for the paddle. Bacall likes to be on her knees on a low couch so she can rest her arms on the back of the couch. She arches her back and pushes her bottom back in prefect position to receive the paddle.
OTOH, some like to be told to assume the position and they take a lot of commands before they finally are in position. I suppose that the slow submission could be part of the thrill for them, just as much as Bacall likes to present her bottom perfectly to start with.
I am like Bacall in that I find it erotic to bare myself and bend over, arch my back, stick it out and try to hold position after each lick. But, sometimes, she gets me wiggling around.
By special request, here are three pictures for Michael.
In the first, we find a lass bound over a spanking bench. Goodness knows what may have already happened to her or what is about to happen to her.
The second picture is of Kitty.
If you are not familiar with Sweet Surrender, do yourself a favor and stop by.
And finally, and this is the very last one in the vaults, a young lass with lace on her skirt facing a hard wooden paddle.
If anyone wants to see more short plaid skirts, someone will have to send them to me.