Go Cut A Switch

I was paddled throughout my school years in both public and private schools. That was no fun. At home, I got the switch from Mom. It was terrible. A paddling in school meant a switching at home. The usual routine was that I was sent to cut a suitable switch and remove any buds and branches. Then it was pants off. She held my arm with her left hand and put the switch to my legs. I could try to escape but all that happened was that we went around in a circle. In the summer, we were in shorts so it was not necessary to take anything off. I can recall one time my cousins were visiting. We were playing outside and my Mom and her sister sat on the patio drinking iced tea and talking. There was a switch on the table and whenever we got into a fight or the like a few strokes of the switch would take our minds off the disagreement.


For me, the switch is my ultimate fear. I have never had an adult fantasy to relive those childhood experiences.

With some reluctance, I have used the switch on two women, at their request. One thought it would help her quit smoking. While I smoked her bottom with a switch 2 or 3 times, she continued to smoke. The other woman was even more of a pain slut and heard about the smoking cessation program and wanted the same treatment. She enrolled and greatly reduced her nicotine intake. She wanted to continue being switched, begging for a switching. Given my background I was not keen to accommodate her, but from time-to-time, I would tear her legs up. One time, I took her for a walk in the woods to select some switches. She was near giddy with anticipation. Before we left the woods, I had her drop her jeans and gave her maybe a dozen or so licks. She thought I was done. Imagine her surprise when later that day, I had her lay over the bed and used four switches at one time on her legs. She was striped and the bark from the switches was all over the floor. She was quite proud of her stripes and showed them off, which pissed me off.

After writing this, I Goggled and found I had already written most of these words before, back in 2010. Oh well, I need a post as I posted two items last week that I had intended to post this week.

Compare and Contrast Forms of Spanking

More of we all so different. In their own words

I love erotic spankings, but they are not the stuff of fantasies. No, for me, it’s the good old-fashioned, “you’ve been a naughty girl and now I’m going to teach you a lesson” scenario that makes my knees go weak and my tummy turn to butterflies.

Here are the elements of a real spanking that make it so much hotter:

1). Risk

In a real punishment spanking, the submissive is not in control (I’m using submissive rather than bottom, because, as I learned at Eroticon, a bottom IS in control of their spanking). Because the sub is not in control, the risk level goes up, and with it, the heat.

2). Shame/emotional content

If I am receiving a real punishment spanking, there will be emotions involved–remorse, shame, etc. This goes in hand with humiliation, but it’s a slightly different shade. I don’t know why, but both shame and humiliation play a huge role in making a spanking hot. In general, the emotional content bound to be present in a punishment spanking will naturally up the ante (now we’re back to risk, above) and make it hotter.

Renee Rose

My HoH is a gentle man and doesn’t like hurting me, so he tries to err on the side of caution. Usually, he stops a minute or two after I start really crying, but I could probably take much more. For me, a hard spanking is somehow easier to take once I start to cry, probably because I am more in acceptance of the fact that my naughty tush is getting tanned no matter what, and nothing I can do or say will change that. At times, the spanking will go on just long enough for me to start thinking of mean names for my husband and then stop. He always makes me look at him before deciding if I’ve had enough because if I’m still glaring or pouting back over I go. I can’t hide my emotions!

From a DD blog, I did not record the name

…over and over: every night, in my husband’s bed, used for his pleasure and precisely not for my own, degraded but made worthy by that very degradation, marked out most shamefully as his property.

From a DD blog, I did not record the name

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!!!

A submissive

More to our way of thinking

One of the themes of this blog is my struggle with the concept of punishment. I have embraced, rejected, embraced, and rejected the very idea of punishment. I have rebelled at the idea of naughty school girls, because in reality, they should have better guidance than a cane over wet panties. I have rebelled at the idea of domestic discipline – a marriage is a partnership, not an opportunity for abuse. I have even rebelled at the idea of tops and bottoms, dominants and submissives, because I welcome spanking but I have a say in what happens to me, in what is right and wrong for my body, my mind, my heart.

Abby Williams – The Little Red School House


Do you recall sometime back that I asked to you remember the decor, the background, in one spanking picture taken at a party?

Here is another picture taken in the same place.Do you recall the prior post?


Love the hose.


Same place, another bottom, but the woman on the left has on the vest shown in the first picture.

We sure had some fine looking lasses and lads.

I am sure that Rollin Hand knows this place.

In Praise of Hand Jobs

I confess, I have always enjoyed a hand job more than a blow job, so I must be missing a key part of male DNA. Never once have I wished for a woman with a flat head for a place to rest my beer while her talented lips envelope my cock. Not once. Perhaps I have double Y genes?

I think the reason for my preference is that conversation is difficult when the tongue is suppressed. I really enjoy dirty talk while Bacall strokes me. She can come up with new and original stories anytime.

Sometimes after she paddles me, we will lay in bed face-to-face and she will tell me a naughty story as she slowly stokes me. When she knows I am about to there, she quickens the pace and in seconds there is yet another happy ending.

I am often able to return the favor when her bottom is aflame. I mention things like I can always paddle her more and that she will have to take the licks. That usually results in her mouth opening wide, emitting a gasp and her hips arching up. After her first come, I enter her.

No Freaking Hearts

We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day at mi casa. So I was going to continue the annual tradition of ignoring the day. Until I saw what Hermoine posted.

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No spankings here for eons. Both of us have had bronchitis. Bacall is over her bout and has been in the social swim all week and has neglected all housework. She felt bad enough about it yesterday that before she left she told me I should paddle her. I was feeling well enough and did so with gusto. Or so I thought. After about 15 minutes she said that she thought she needed some more. She left with a red bottom.

I have scheduled her on Saturday morning for more instruction.

Bacall’s List

I guess we are compatible as she pretty much copied my list.

1.Tortugua’s Pizza – the best deep dish in the world
2. Having Bogey cook a meal
3. Watching Doughton Abbey
4. Listening to Handel’s Messiah
5. Listening to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
6. Spending time with friends and family
7.The life Bogey and I live
8. Military parades
9. Browsing the shelves of a large public library or a bookstore like Portland’s Powell’s
10.Long walks on the Oregon shore
11.Filling a shoebox with toys to send to overseas  Marines to give away
12.Filling another shoebox with jerky and the like for Marines to eat
13.Driving Jeep trails in Utah to see the rock formations
14. Entertaining
15.Watching hummingbirds feed/fight at our feeder
16. Watching a TV series or movie that make me laugh
17.Getting a back rub
18. Giving a paddling
19. Getting a paddling
20.Seeing the start of Spring
21.Watching a glorious sunset from one of my top favorite spots
22.Eating BBQ at Cooper’s in Llano
23. Steak at Perino’s in Buffalo Gap or Cowboy Dinner Tree
24. Eating Bogey’s triple chocolate bunt cake
25.I love how Bogey takes care of me, especially my computer

I will take issue with her #9, as she goes straight to the fiction section. That is the one section I never venture to.

Some posts are easy

Hermione posted 54 things that made her happy, so all I needed to do was to copy, paste and edit. It was made easier since she likes some of the same things I do. Here, In no particular order, are things that make me happy.

  1. Tortugua’s Pizza – the best deep dish in the world 
  2. Blogging about spanking
  3. Trying new recipes. If it’s over my pay grade, Bacall can do it.
  4. Watching Doughton Abbey
  5. Listening to Handel’s Messiah
  6. Having my blog mentioned on other blogs
  7. Living with Bacall 
  8. Military parades
  9. Browsing the shelves of a large public library or a bookstore like Portland’s Powell’s
  10. Long walks on the Oregon shore
  11. Filling a shoebox with toys to send to overseas Marines to give away
  12. Filling another shoebox with jerky and the like for Marines to eat
  13. Driving Jeep trails in Utah to see the rock formations
  14. When Bacall un-decorates the house after the holidays
  15. Watching hummingbirds feed/fight at our feeder
  16. Enjoying Boston Legal again
  17. Getting a back rub
  18. Giving a paddling
  19. Getting a paddling 
  20. Seeing the start of a new day
  21. Watching a glorious sunset
  22. Shooting a belt fed weapon
  23. Eating BBQ at Cooper’s in Llano
  24. Steak at Perino’s in Buffalo Gap
  25. The rare sighting of a tall woman in heels [I am 6’4”]
  26. Enjoying the quick wit of Neil Degrasse Tyson
  27. Making my triple chocolate bunt cake 
  28. Cutting this list in half. Another way of saying it does not take much to keep me happy.

Shopping For Undies

Not so long ago, Ronnie contributed the Brunch question Do you and partner go together to buy underwear to wear specifically for spanking? Do you go alone to choose them? Or does your partner select them for you?

The responses were underwhelming. I was appalled that a question so easy to answer was panned.

While Bacall buys some of her undies, we have always enjoyed shopping together.

This morning I saw these pictures and I think I now understand more about how men view shopping with their mates.

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