Month: September 2013
Lashed Before The Mast
You know the story of Odysseus having his crew lash him to the mast of he could hear the Sirens song. Well this is not about that. It’s a memory of something that happened just about as long ago.
The idea was not original to me. Bacall reads fiction and at the time she was reading Nelson Demille’s Gold Coast. There is a scene where the protagonist ties his wife to the mast of their sailboat and flogs her. Well, this was of high interest to Bacall. She is all about bondage and flogging. We raced a small boat, but since it was a tippy, go faster than hell boat it was not at all suitable for the purpose. We needed a more stable platform.
The first weekend of October, we took our tippy little boat to a lake in Tennessee for a regatta. We got there early on Friday with the express purpose of spending the afternoon on a friends San Juan 21 – not a huge boat, but adequate for our purposes. I had not told Bacall about my plans. It was one of those glorious Fall days, warm, with a light breeze to keep things pleasant. We sailed to a secluded slough had lunch and broke out some vino. After two glasses Bacall was well lubricated and up for anything fun. I asked our host if he had any cotton covered line I could use to bind a wench to the mast. You should have seen Bacall’s face, she never had a poker face and it was easy to read her as “I am all in on this”.
I removed her top, but left her bra on. I tied her wrists, had her face the mast and completed lashing her to the mast. I took the floggers from the bag I had secreted them in and slowly began to flog her back. Now understand these floggers have little bite, rather they are quite sensual. After a time, I removed her bra, untied her and put her back to the mast, so I could flog her breasts.
All this had quite the effect on on hosts and we traded positions and watched as he flogged his girlfriend. We wonder what happened to them.
All’s Well That Ends Well
Rollin Hand’s Disciplinary Tales
Our New Panties
I was so wrong in my thinking that the panties would provide protection – they did not – no even one little bit! My “holey” paddle stung and it stung a lot and after 45 minutes, I still have a warm bottom. Tomorrow Bogey will be the test subject and it will be interesting to see his reaction.
Bogey writes: Tomorrow came a week later and it was my birthday. We both put on our new panties. Damn they are smooth. You can barely tell when your fingers go from panties to flesh. We gave each other pops. Bacall kindly consented to take half of my licks. Such a good girl. The panties offer little protection from the sting of the wood paddle. Such fun we had from a indulging ourselves in our panty fetish.
Bacall again: Today is Bogey’s birthday. Birthday spankings are a tradition in the U. S., don’t know about other cultures. We have accumulated many birthday pops over the years. So many, in fact, that we spread them over a couple of days. I told him that I would give him birthday pops today and the rest in a couple of days. Bogey thought he should take half of the pops and I should take the other half. This just doesn’t seem fair because my memory is not failing so much that I can’t remember him taking half of my pops on my birthday that was only a month ago.
Tonight I am fixing him his favorite meal for his birthday. I hope it’s good and he enjoys it.
A New Switch
Is There No End To Cheerleaders?
Frivolous eye candy on a somber day.
Spanking Girls Since 1961
End Of Summer