Month: July 2013
Home and School Paddling – V
Six Of The Best






Just Fun





For Wordsmith
I always enjoy Wordsmith’s Blog. Clever writing and best quality pictures – most of which are not recycled from other spanking blogs. This post is a salute to his work. These gals will stop by to see him when they have finished their exercises.


Just Foolishness, But No Captioned Pictures



What Gets You Off?
….if you really want to know about a person’s hidden sexual desires, then find out what’s in his or her mind’s eye during the deepest throes of masturbation.
In one study with 141 married women, the most frequently reported fantasies included “being overpowered or forced to surrender,” and “pretending I am doing something wicked or forbidden.” [That’s Bacall] Another study with 3,030 women revealed that “sex with a celebrity ,” “seducing a younger man or boy,” and “sex with an older man” were some of the more common themes. Men’s fantasies contain more visual and explicit anatomical detail whereas women’s involve more story line, emotions, affection, commitment and romance. [ah ha, so pictures of female genitals get you off huh? Doesn’t work for me, but have at it]
This conjuring ability to create fantasy scenes in our heads that literally bring us to orgasm when conveniently paired with our dexterous appendages is an evolutionary magic trick that I suspect is uniquely human. It requires a cognitive capacity called mental representation (an internal “re-presentation” of a previously experienced image or some other sensory input) that many evolutionary theorists believe is a relatively recent hominid innovation.
What gets me off is when I picture myself being paddled or when Bacall paints such a picture in my ear while she has me in one hand and the paddle in the other.
So tell us what is in your mind’s eye just before you explode?
Come on, share your’s in a comment.
Dressed For Spanking
Another very elegant post. And yes, ‘dressing up’ seems to be a lost art.
Cora and I are addicted to watching movies and TV series from the 50’s and early 60’s (Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Twilight Zone, etc.) and its amazing to see how the women dressed then. And its obvious they are well girdled and sometimes a glimpse of a garter or stocking top shows up.
And while it may be a bygone era, when I take Cora out to one of the nice restaurants here in Seattle, you can be sure that she will be turning heads wearing her dresses, heels and seamed stockings.
Ken
I mentioned this on another blog, remember ladies slips? It was a wonderful thing when you got to catcha glimpse of a slip.These are lovely pictures of two lovely ladies, love the panties.
Thanks
Ron
I would say the two lovely ladies in the pics are more like “well undressed”. And I heartily approve of their choice of outfits!
THIS is why I love to dress up! I don’t dress for others; I dress because when I do, I feel better about Myself. When I go out in public in ‘full face’, in my best lingerie under My clothes; my clothes carefully chosen, I turn heads everywhere I go, and I LIKE it. Partner has just discovered the joy of what he calls ‘grownup clothes’, and he loves it too!


Home And School Paddling – IV
I have written about spanking some of the gals I dated in high school and beyond. I have written about getting paddled in high school. But nothing like this ever happened. When you first experience something new and like it, you crave more. How about this for a male spanking fantasy story line? [Not a story, just an outline. I don’t like writing dialog]
The male spankee is 40 plus, but through some warped worm hole, he shows up at the local high school as an 18 year old.
He is sent to the principal’s office for a grave and repeated infraction. The principal gives him 10 paddle licks, the maximum allowed. However she is not satisfied. She wants to really paddle him. Through devious means and a phone call to his home she gets him to agree to walk to her home after school for a proper paddling. There will be no limit on the number of licks at her home.
He shows up at the appointed time and is greeted by the principal’s daughter. He knows her casually. He has a class with her, but he did not know who her Mother was. He is, of course, embarrassed, but she tells him she knows why he is there and he is not the first to endure her Mother’s after school paddling’s. They chat for a few minutes. When her Mother arrives she disappears.
In short order, he is pants down over the dining room table and she lays into him with a wood paddle. When he leaves, they both know he has been well paddled. [You can fill in the sounds of the paddle cracking on him, his exclamations and her admonishments to remain in position]
A real principal would not have a cardboard desk and she would be able to get to the desk chair. But, I do like her form fitting outfit.
Perhaps this is the story’s female spanker on her home turf
Now it gets interesting. He chats up the daughter at school and they soon find they have a common interest – getting paddled turns them on. Not the bottom bruising type of paddling he got from her Mother, but more moderate sessions. They begin seeing each other on the sly and tentatively paddling each other. At first, the paddle is given over underwear, but it’s not long until they both want it on the bare bottom. This leads to mutual masturbation. They get careless. They are on the sofa with bright pink bottoms. Their tongues are interlocked, she is fondling his jade stalk while he is paddling her pink canoe. [You can fill in the oos and ahs] Her eyes half-open, then open wide when she sees her Mother in the doorway watching. She sits up and he wonders what is going on. Then he sees Mama. Their clothes are across the room. They want to cover up, but they will have to get up to do so. They think they are in deep trouble. But, punishment is not on Mom’s mind. She talks with them and it seems to them that she is OK with their behavior.
I wonder what happens next? Whatever it is, I am sure it will be fun and consensual. That’s the way it is at OBB.
PS, you knew they would be switchy, this is OBB after all.