Wood Is Good

A tribute to wood paddles. We love em so.

paddle MOAB

This one has been on many Tumblr sites recently. It could be used two-handed.


This LtJg seems to be getting a little concerned.

toys paddles - the paddle 

Our desk – our paddle


A lady from down under samples her new paddle

paddled in hall

I remember these days. Bend over and grab your legs.

paddle moab3

                   HOLY MOLY

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Paddles a cyber friend had made to her specifications. Love the handle on one at right.


Personal Notes:

We expected to be on the road, west bound, by now. Both of us getting a cold for Christmas and having to drive in the rain for several days made us delay our start.

We were really getting into the swing of things. Bacall was wearing red panties everyday so she could get licks with the Santa spoon. She even got a trip to the woodshed. And then the virus hit us.

Posts may be erratic the next few months. We are traveling without a $120 a month on ramp to the internet. The jump from $80 was just too much. Without instant access we can spend more time drinking coffee outside in the morning and more time for cocktails in the afternoon.

Somehow in the new year we will continue to post. We guarantee more strange sentence construction, missing words and such along with an occasional rant.

We appreciate the kind words many of you left about the blog in comments and in private notes.

We hope the new year will be better for all of us.

The First Time

A tale of a man getting his first adult paddling.

He had been eagerly waiting for this day, for a long time, yet he was
apprehensive about it. For years he had fantasized about being paddled
by a woman – to be made to submit to his own desires. He had long ago
given up wondering why the thought of being paddled so appealed to
him, why it was such a powerful sexual stimulant. He could see part of
his desire to spank woman as a power exchange. It dumfounded him that
he wanted to turn the tables. Yet the need was strong,

There had been little else on his mind for the weeks leading up to
this. He had tried his best to give her what she needed to fill her
role. Self doubts that he had failed to give her the right key
lingered in his mind. He was ever the perfectionist. It was difficult
for him to lower his standards or expectations. He told himself, it
would go fine, she was capable, had a fine mind and most important –
the desire. In many ways, they were alike.

He pulled in the driveway, got out and put the strap of his bag over
his shoulder and walked with a sense of purpose to door. He reflected
for a second on how many times this had happened when he was young the
many times he had been summoned to paddle punishment. How the
butterflies had broken formation in his stomach, how weak his knees
had felt when he had reported to be paddled. He had never wanted to be
paddled then. Why was it different now?

His knock on the door was quickly answered. She stood in the opening
looking him in the eye. “Why are you here”? “For you to paddle me”.
With a slight smile, she stood aside for him to enter.

“Did you bring the paddle like I asked you”?
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, let’s see it.”
He took the case off his shoulder, unzipped it, removed the paddle and
handed it to her.
“No, that’s YOUR end of the paddle. Give me my end, the end I am going
to hold.”
He quickly corrected his mistake.
She turned the paddle over in her hands examining it, slapping her
palm with it. She seemed pleased with it. She should be. It was
formidable, round to fit the bottom and 3/4 inch thick, more than
enough to sting him through and through.

“I think this will do quite nicely. I think your bottom is going to be
quite red in short order with this paddle. I don’t think I will need
to exert myself one bit with this paddle. It will get the job done
quite nicely”. She looked at him to see his reaction.

“Why don’t we get started? Take off your pants and shorts and lets
talk about the paddling I am going to give you”. He was surprised to
start so soon. He figured there would be some time until she paddled
him. His hands followed her instructions and he undid his belt and
removed his pants. “The shorts too”, she prompted. He pulled them down
revealing his already semi-rigid state. He felt 100% foolish. She held
his dick and looked him in the eyes, “I love it that you get excited
by a paddling. I am going to paddle and rub you. And if you take your
licks well, I will let you cum. Would you like that”? He managed a
weak “yes”. She worked her hand back and forth his shaft until it was
rigid. “You know I am going to paddle you hard don’t you? You know I
will make the licks really sting don’t you? You know I will enjoy
watching you recoil from the pain don’t you”?  “Yes, I

“Very well then let’s get started then”. She released his dick. “Bend
over and grab your knees”. He assumed the position and she stood
beside him. The first lick burned like fire and he sucked in his
breath. The second was the same. Somehow he managed to stay in
position until she had applied 10 licks. She pulled on his shoulder to
indicate that he should stand up. His rigid member was more relaxed,
so she started stroking him, teasing him. In no time, he was hard
again and she smiled ” I want you to take another 10 licks, will you
do that for me”?
“I will try.”
“Very well, bend over”
The second set somehow were harder than the first.
When he stood up, she again stroked him, making him hard. She
continued to rub him. He pulled close to her. He fondled her breasts,
he rubbed her ass, he kissed her – deeply as his breath was getting
short. When she had him close to cumming, she pulled back. “I am not
done with you yet. “Will you take more licks from me? Will you submit
to me”?
“Yes, if you want me to, I will take them. I will try to take them

She was enjoying toying with him. She owned him. He was so hot he was
about to explode.  She intended to keep pushing him until he melted.

Thigh Fry – Revisited

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This post is not about cute ducks and kittens.

I saw the last picture in this post while I was drinking my first cup of coffee of the day. It pretty much fried my brain. And inspired this post.

Some love it, most hate it. We like it, tho it not a regular thing.

pain slut

Bacall likes it on the inside of her thighs. She says that area is connected directly to her most sensitive spot. She will sit on the sofa and bend one leg and hold it high to allow me to reach the right place. So naughty of her. Then she will present the other leg. A crop is excellent for tapping her spot between licks. 


Now to F/M [Only adults and no subs here]

thigh spanking

This could be Bacall putting the batten to me. It stings, but I love it. She does my front side for awhile, then the backside and repeats. When she is doing the front, I put my hands on my head and raise one leg for the batten. When she is ready to do the back side, I lean on wall and try to relax my muscles. The marks fade in an hour or so. But, I don’t wear shorts out after one of her thigh fries. After the batten, she paddles me. That is like two totally different paddlings.

I searched old posts and found these on the subject:

Bacall in 2008

Bacall in 2012

Bacall in 2013

Me in 2008

It Makes A Difference To Us

Recently one of the most spanking popular blogs labeled a story by a very popular author as F/m. The characters in the story were an adult woman and a college age man. I commented that I thought the story was mislabeled and that the correct label would be F/M. My objection was dismissed as she believes the lower case letter indicates the spankee is submissive. Horseshit.

This subject was extensively argued on the defunct ASS/SSS newsgroup 20 years ago. I thought it was settled long ago. The largest collection of spanking lit, The Library of Spanking Fiction, uses the second letter to indicate the age of the spankee. In that the spankee is always the second letter, be that person actually submissive or not, there is no need for it to serve any purpose than indicating if the spankee is an adult or not.

I get on my high horse about this as I would not ever want anyone to think of Bacall paddling me as a submissive or treating me as a child. And I sure as hell do not treat her as a child when I put the wood to her. It’s M/F and F/M for us and it makes a difference to us.

Men Paddled

I have not done a F/M post in along time. So here are some pictures, which most agree are better than my words.




Much faster than I can take it. But, he is taking it like he is a log.

is she an equal opportunity spanker

An ambiguous picture. Is the paddle for her or him? I hope she is a switch.

Good news, Bacall’s wrist has improved enough to give me a decent paddling the other day. Not as hard as she was capable of but it was effective.