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
More unrelated images that interest me.
This is another post of images that accumulate in the To Post folder but have no relationship to any others. Call them things that interest me.
Maybe you will enjoy one of them?
I never met these gals at the malt shop. Oh, yeah, we didn’t have a malt shop.
When I was 40, some one might have goaded me into trying to be a brutal spanker. But now I don’t feel I have a damn thing to prove. I got to the place where I only care to spank those who are comfortable with what I am comfortable giving. Read that again.
Let’s say I like to spank to a severity of 6. I am OK with giving a 5 or 7. Even a rare 4 or 8. I don’t want spank those who want a 1 to a 3. I have no interest in paddy-cake. And I sure as heck don’t want those who need the mayhem of a 9 or 10.
I want the same from a spanker. She has to be comfortable and enthusiastic giving me the level I want. I would say I like a 7.
So here’s to you getting exactly what you like and to having a partner who likes exactly what you like to give. There really is no such thing as too much of a good thing, Rosalind’s admonition aside. [Stands with the Very Reverend McHaffey’s observation is that there no such thing as a large whisky]
Makes me recall a guy named Eddie who spanked very softly. All the women in our little group would encourage him to spank harder, but Eddie did what he liked to do.
Eddie gave us quite a few laughs. One of the best was at his own expense. We asked what happened with his wife. Eddie said the last time he saw her she was going over the fence in their backyard. Here’s to you Eddie.
I have not posted what I consider rather odd pictures in awhile. So today, I do.
At first glance, I thought the kids were offering Mom a hairbrush. However, research says When Andrews, an itinerant portraitist, painted the children of Nathan Starr in Middletown, Connecticut, he went beyond the traditional “conversation piece” format to offer an intimate view of the family playing an early form of badminton called “battledore and shuttlecock” in a Greek Revival parlor, whose open doors reveal a sweeping view of the Connecticut River. In what appears to be a private narrative, the youngest child in the picture, Edward, holds a hoop in his right hand and a gaming stick in his left, pointed heavenward; his death in 1835 may have been the occasion for the group portrait.
OK, that concludes your art history class for today.
I came across several pirated spanking vids on Youtube recently. [They are deleted now] One was an old Ed Lee vid that had two “school girls” spanking a woman under Ed’s direction. What was special about it for me was the woman was wearing a panty girdle. Just a plain white one. I have a fetish for that particular type of girdle. I dated and spanked a few gals that wore them. Bacall had one when we first met. She was 102 pounds dripping wet, so she did not need it, but wore she a girdle when she dressed up as it was considered proper. I paddled her in her girdle a lot. I even put it on and she paddled me. Odd how a piece of material can have such a strong attraction.
I am going to paddle Bacall in a girdle, soon. Probably before you read this.
No more than a few minutes after I started this post, I had Bacall don the girdle pictured above and gave her a preview paddling.
The next day, we did it for real. She got in her licks on me too.
I put the watermarks on the pictures to discourage them from being posted all over the web.
The first few months we are on the road the number of paddling’s go up as we relish a fresh environment. Some happen outside, but most are in the RV. Bacall kneels on the couch and looks out the window while I put the paddle to her. When it’s my turn, I normally put my elbows on the couch and close my eyes.
Towards the end of a trip, we are both ready for a change of scenery for our paddling’s. The day after we got home, she requested and I gave her the full bondage treatment, something that is not practical in the RV. Ankle and wrist cuffs, her arms hooked at eye level, a spreader bar between her legs and a blindfold. I told her she was going to get a long and hard paddling so she could just suck it up and take it. This helps get her into a submissive mood. Towards the end of the paddling, I started teasing her with my fingers and she responded by naughtily rubbing herself against my fingers. I went back to paddling her. Then a little more teasing. And so on.
After an interlude, I was bent over the bed and she paddled me hard. No, I was already hard, she used the paddle on me hard.
It’s good to be home.
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