Rolling Hand wrote: One of the most common reasons for the development of a spanking fetish is, I believe, experiences from childhood. This seems especially true for childhood games. Kids get together and devise games recreating family scenes with a “mommy” or “daddy” in charge, or they play “school” with a “strict teacher” in charge. Penalties and forfeits are common, and spankings are among the most common of these. It’s powerful psychological imprinting and leaves lasting memories that often morph into full blown fantasies later in our adult sexual development.

I can buy into that.

I was fascinated with spanking in the first grade. While I was paddled frequently in school, my fascination was with girls being spanked. Not me. That came much later. In the first or second grade, the boys played ball and the girls played in the woods around the playground. One day, I was invited to the girls “fort”, which was a rock, the size of car. That’s when I gave my first spanking at the direction of the girls. Evidently, the girls inviting me to play with them was not approved by the teacher supervising recess as I was removed and not allowed back. They got a tongue lashing and I not invited back to their “fort”.

I really preferred spanking to playing ball. Still do.

OBB – How Great We Are

This is a self puff piece

I was checking to see what info Google collects on the OBB persona and stumbled on a link to every picture published on OBB over last 9 years. WOW! I thought what a great collection. Of course, I am biased, as I would not have published them if I did not like them in the first place. That said, I think they are an order of magnitude of better than the pictures on some the more popular blogs. [Sorry the link to the pictures is only available to the blog owner or I sure as heck would share it with you]

We don’t publish just any picture. If Bacall would not like it, I don’t even suggest it. Our tastes are about the same. You may have noticed that it’s not common to see a picture of a red bottom. That’s just not something that turns us on. We prefer to see a bottom that begs to be spanked. Attractive lingerie wins out every time over nudity. Poor composition or inadequate lighting eliminates many pictures. Baseball caps turned backwards will never be see on on OBB. A messy background consigns an otherwise appealing photo to the ashcan.

I like pictures of women paddling men. But, I am turned off by women who scold or snarl. I like a women smiling, teasing and joking with me as she sets me on fire. Not many pictures like that.

We don’t use spanking as a punishment, but for erotic pleasure. Sort of a super back rub. A back rub is not something one might expect after expressing a sharp word. Well it’s the same with spanking for us.  

We like pictures where a paddle is used. We have tried all sorts of toys, leather paddles,  straps, even a real barber’s strap, canes, crops, you name it, we have tried it. A decade or so back we settled on wood paddles. Bacall has her’s and I have my favorites. That means some pictures are culled just because a whimpy leather paddle is used. That may be your favorite to get or give, but it just does not work for us. Pictures with carpet beaters are just ridiculous to us. 

You have not seen many captioned photo’s here. No plans to start with them either. That just men captioning pictures with what they would like to hear a woman say.

Commercial photo shoots feature more F/F action than M/F. Probably because men think that is so hot. It might also be because some straight women feel more comfortable with another women, rather than a “strange” man. We prefer M/F and F/M.

And just how many spanking sites offer original content? We have published photo’s of ourselves and some some of our friends. We don’t always say who it is, but if it has a ‘As seen on OBB’ watermark on it, it is original to OBB. When we first started OBB, I was careless about the watermark and those pictures were fletched and are still making the rounds, a compliment I suppose.

The Toy Chest

Since several blogs have published pictures of their toy collection, we decided to join the fun. Long time readers have seen some of these pictures before.

The first picture was taken a decade back – perhaps at the peak of our collection. We have been downsizing ever since.

From left to right

The homemade Black Paddle. Southern pine, light and stings like a hornet. Mine

A perverted kitchen utensil. Works great for OTK on bottom and thighs. Retired.

A gift, It was heavy and thudy, but one lass picked it every time. Retired.

Homemade red oak paddle. It was Bacall’s favorite to use on me. Out of favor.

A souvenir paddle. Not really useful, very sharp edges. Retired

A hand carved spoon made from Arkansas cherry wood that was a gift. Guaranteed to get anyone’s attention promptly. It comes out for Christmas.

A handmade round paddle also made from cherry.

The Principal’s paddle. One of the first paddles I made. Has some thud and a lot of sting. Mine

A kitchen pervertable with an ergonomic handle. Retired

A flexible rubber ruler. Wraps evenly around bottoms and legs. Retired

What Ronnie calls the Bogey paddle. Light and a little stingy. Bacall’s favorite.

A Fli-back paddle painted pink. Lost

Two Fli-back paddles glued together. Bacall gave it to me our first Christmas. She broke it on me and I glued a second to it. Stings like fire. Ours on occasion.

A long handled spoon. Lost

The Sheriff’s paddle. A friend gave this to her boy friend. He used it a few times on her and then on Bacall. It broke on the first swing. Bacall was so pleased. I repaired it. Looks mean, but it’s not. Retired

On the brass tray.

Another souvenir paddle. Not really useful. Retired.

A Lexan paddle. It was a gift and never “worked” for us. Re-gifted.

These were her favorite things only a few years ago. Only the Bogey paddle remains. Classic case of women changing their minds.

She bought this one for herself. It’s made of Myrtle wood, 3/4 inch think and really stings. She tried to master it, but in the end she wanted to burn it.

Being the nice man I am, I bought some 3/16 Myrtlewood and made this for her. She was not impressed.

Another picture that shows how our preferences change over time. As mentioned above the Myrtlewood is no longer in use. The batten in the middle gets used about once a month on our thighs. The red paddle was used frequently for many years on both of us. Now maybe once a year.

At one time these were only used on my bottom. That’s still true for the Principal’s paddle. In the last few years she has abandoned leather for wood and likes to feel the Teacher’s paddle after the Bogey paddle.

I like to get 10 or 12 with the Principal’s and another 10 or 12 with the Teacher’s. She normally likes 6 to 8 with the Teacher’s, but when she is feeling bullet proof, the count goes a lot higher and she will feel it the rest of the day.

All Smiles – II

We will be on the road seeking sights and adventure for several more months. Internet access is not always available in the forest. So I came up with a series of picture posts which I can upload and schedule to publish at a future time. They may appeal more to men that like to be spanked, than women. The theme is All Smiles, just what I want the women putting a paddle to me doing. I found enough pictures in the vault to do several posts. Many of them have been around for a long time, but I hope you will find the reprise to be enjoyable.

The Final Session

This is the last in the series of stories by the Divine Miss E. She is no more. Fitting to publish on the 4th I thought.

He studied her carefully and decided her life was stressful enough. He knew exactly what she needed and would see that she received it. On the long drive over he had planned every moment of her session with his usual meticulous attention to detail. Now it was time. He rose and took her by the arm. She resisted slightly, but after seeing the serious set of his eyes, she accompanied him to the bedroom. “Take off everything. I want you face down on the bed.” Nervously she complied. So many times before she had removed her panties for him, regretfully. When she was prone, he stroked her firmly and reminded her “no noise, no movement.” He took the flogger in his hand and hefted it. Starting at her shoulders he firmly worked his way down. At first she flinched, but then realized it was not the switch, and then sagged with relief. The rhythmic sound of the leather on her flesh lulled her and her muscles relaxed as she sank into the bed. All she could think about was what a delicious master he was. Anticipating her needs and meeting them. 

He lay the flogger aside and poured the warm fragrant oil in his palm. The achingly beautiful strains of the horn concerto filled the room. She felt his large strong hands caressing her, kneading every shred of tension from her body. He eased her over, and began the same soothing massage down her front. He teased her nipples and tickled her tummy. But then returned to his task at hand. When every surface had been caressed, he turned and picked up the hairbrush and moved a chair to the edge of the bed. Her eyes flashed with fear, as memories of paddling’s past alarmed her. Now he repositioned her so that her hair swung over the edge of the bed. Taking his seat he proceeded to brush through her thick dark locks until the proverbial 100 strokes had been reached. 

By then the bubble bath was ready and the candles lit. He led her to the steaming tub and then when she was settled, brought her the latest issue of Cosmo and an iced hazelnut coffee. “My dear, the road home beckons. Enjoy yourself, and when you leave, place the key on the desk.” One deep lingering kiss, and he was gone.