This Non Woke blog, continuously published Aug 15, 2007, celebrates the erotic side of spanking as long practiced by one married couple. We don't spank for any reason other than to supercharge sex. Bogey and Bacall. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Shakespeare
Halloween is of little interest to us, so this will have to do as a Halloween post. It features fans wearing orange.
About 100 fans can join the Paddle People group at games.
The paddles are hand made by the fans
They are beaten against a padded surface as noise makers
Some one always takes it to a new level
More here.
Farewell Summer, Hope to see you again next year.
Way off topic commentary today.
I came of age when Playboy was advocating for oral sex. Wanting to be with it sexually I went down on my dates. Evidently they had not been reading Playboy as most considered it a bit odd. I, of course, had doubts that I was doing it right. This was the 70’s a time long before shaving pubic hair was popular, so the foliage made my task more difficult, but it probably did not enhance it for her. Anywho, to my knowledge, muff diving was not universal.
Time moves on and in the 90’s shaved beavers became popular. At first, women trimmed, then many completely shaved themselves. It became popular for couples to shave each other. This made oral sex take off. No longer was it one-sided with men getting most of the action. Now BJ’s seem have taken a backseat to licking the pink canoe judging only by the pictures I see on the web. It appears that every women is shaved smooth, has posted a picture to prove it and wants her man to give her frequent head.
So it seems that one action, shaving, has led to an increase in cunnilingus.
Here is a lame attempt to marry spanking with beavers, since this is a spanking blog.
If you were spanked as a kid, perhaps you were like me, being made to wait for the spanking was part of the punishment. My Mom’s tactic was to say you just wait until we get home. Those words made me promise to do anything to avoid the switch or belt she promised me. Fortunately for me, my pleadings worked and I usually escaped the physical part, but the dread of waiting for the spanking was torture.
In school, waiting for the paddling was usually part of the punishment. You might have to wait until class was over or have to wait until school was out. Sometimes you would have to wait until the next day when you brought back the form your parents had signed acknowledging they knew you were going to be paddled.
Waiting, but the paddling seems imminent
As an adult, waiting is part of the fun for us. We normally make the other wait until the next day for a spanking. It’s delicious to day dream about what is going to unfold the next day. Bacall really likes her paddling’s scheduled so she can screw her mind into the right place. It’s not just her mind that gets focused on the upcoming paddling. She really enjoys the sexual twitches she experiences thinking about it. She is so naughty.
Or perhaps someone is waiting for you right now
I sometimes visit a social media site that is supposed to be spanking oriented. As time has passed, and more join, the focus has drifted. Somehow the really odd types always come late to the party. Anyhow, there is always good natured banter about the men spanking the women. Guess what? I have not noticed a single instance of a woman playfully threatening to spank a man. Why is that?
My guess is that if they did they would be deluged with men screaming Spank Me. Who would want that?
I think that is why you see captioned pictures of women telling men how they are going to get spanked. Men need this and since it not happening for them in real life they type the words they want women to say to them on pictures. Harmless, but rather sad. Life is so not fair.
So glad it worked out for me to marry a switch.
My HS Vice Principal’s paddle had lots of signatures on it. I was never invited to sign it, even though he used it on me with some regularity. Perhaps, because I did not hang around to chat with him after he set me on fire. My only thought was getting away from him.
This paddle must be for advanced placement pupils.
Did you ever sign a paddle?
Would you want to sign one now?
Mt Hood is renown for it’s lenticular clouds.
Her skirt reminds me of Mt. Hood.
OK, OK, I might have one other thought.
The girls in the schools I attended never wore outfits like these. Damnit. The wearing school uniforms by adult women seems almost universal. Bless them. How many of these skirts are sold each year? Bacall had one and she looked real good in it.
The only surviving picture of her short plaid skirt.
Wearing a short skirt brings on the urge to stick out your tongue and show your panties.
Maybe there will a school girl in your weekend
Makes you want to drive there and eat a juicy ones I’ll bet.
Another from the vault by DME. This one is different from the previous ones.
Her office was a mix of control and chaos. Texts and journals bookmarked
and stacked, medical equipment boxed by the door, but her desk was neat and
businesslike. The secretary reminded her of her nine o’clock appointment and
then left to pick up office supplies and run errands. Elise consulted her
appointment book and smiled a secret smile of pleasure. She cleared away a
few things and invited her guest to take a seat by her desk.
He was nervous, but concealed it well. “So, why are you here?” she
queried. “I believe you know why” he said, trying to seem stern. “Of course
I do, but I enjoy hearing you tell me.” She stood close to his chair, and
looked down at him, smirking. “It’s my birthday.” “And…” she prompted.
“And, I am to be paddled.” She sat back down at her desk, making sure he
got a glimpse of her tall heels and short skirt. She looked at him, smiling a
devilish smile and slowly opened her drawer. She studied the contents of the
drawer for a long moment and pulled out a black paddle and caressed it.
“Yes, that’s right. And you know what? I’ve been waiting for this day for a
long time. Can you even begin to imagine how much pleasure it will give me to
see you brace yourself for the next blow? To see your ass turn red as fire??”
She stepped near him again and stroked his cheek. Then she gave him a deep
long kiss, reminding him why he would thrill to submit to her.
She handed him the paddle and then excused herself. He could hear her at
the desk out front, making calls, arranging the rest of her week. The paddle
felt heavy in his hands. He feared it. How different this was. Before, he was
the one feeling masterful, in control, powerful. Today he felt unsure, giddy,
excited. What would happen? How severe would she be? He knew she would show
no mercy. He knew she would take him far down a dark path. Would he be able
to let go and fall into the abyss of submission? Of complete pleasure and
safety?
She returned and took the paddle from him. “I want you to kneel in this
chair, now. ” This was unexpected; he had assumed she would bend him across
her desk. He felt off balance, confused. But he assumed the awkward position.
His ass jutted out, unprotected, vulnerable. She stood beside him and patted
him with the paddle. “So what do you think? Are you ready for me to
paddle your ass? ” He hesitated and she struck him hard. “I SAID, are you
ready for me to paddle your ass?” “Yes, I’m ready!” He said quickly,
almost a whisper. Still patting the now fiery spot, she hissed, “You’ll say
YES Mistress when I talk to you.” Another hard blow of the paddle took his
breath away. “Yes, Mistress.” He was already feeling an edge of panic. How
could he maintain control, not be reduced to begging, if the pain was already
harsh?
She laughed, ” We’re just getting started. When I’m through with you,
you’ll KNOW your Mistress loves you. Isn’t that right?” Another flurry of
hard strokes fell. He gripped the back of the chair, but couldn’t suppress
the gasps of pain. She continued to paddle him, slowly and deliberately. Each
stroke broke down his defenses at bit until he was soon moaning unashamedly
with each stroke of the paddle. Her power over him was intoxicating, and his
body responded.
“Stand up. Are you enjoying your birthday paddling?” He
straightened up and turned to face her. She noticed the large bulge in his
pants and smirked. “Oh yes, I believe you are enjoying yourself just fine.
What’s this?” she demanded. He turned red and felt a huge wave of
uncontrollable shame. “Take your pants down. I want to see this big cock.”
He was burning now with humiliation but obeyed her. She stroked his cock and
squeezed him until he was rock hard. He reached to touch himself, but she
commanded him to put his hands behind his back. She patted his thighs with
the paddle and continued to stare. He died a thousand deaths as he waited for
her next instructions.
“Now I want you to put your hands on my desk and bend over. Spread those
feet apart.” Pants around his ankles he obeyed her. She reached between his
legs and handled his balls and pressed his asshole. “You’re mine, to do with
as I please. Do you understand that?” “Yes Mistress” he answered hoarsely.
She began to paddle him again, harder, until the last time he straightened
and looked back at her. “What is it?” “I don’t know if I can take any
more.” “Yes, you will. In fact, I want you to assume the position and ASK
for it. NOW.” He closed his eyes. He could either stop this madness and
leave, or shed his last remnant of control and submit to her completely. A
wave of a thousand colors swept over him as he bowed his head and resumed his
punishment position. “Yes, Mistress. Paddle me. Discipline me. Use me for
your pleasure. I submit to you.”
The burst of pain was sweet this time. He knew he would take whatever she
gave him. His cock was hard and he felt her hand on him stroking, pulling,
even as she paddled him harder. The tension of his struggle to remain in
position, the exquisite pleasure of her hands, and the excitement of the
paddle all caused him to come in a blinding surge of release. He sagged to
his knees, overcome by the power of the experience. She let him rest a
moment, her breath ragged too. Then she knelt beside him, and lovingly ran
her hands over him and held him close while he came back to earth. “I love
you.” “Yes, Mistress”.
Her dommy side came out in this one. Hope you enjoyed it and have great weekend.
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