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Month: February 2017
The Only Thing Better
We have always used spanking to supercharge sex. It makes for bigger orgasm’s I guess we are like drug addicts, we are hooked on the bigger high. Even if we do faux discipline, it’s with a case of the giggles.
I came on this clip of the guy being spanked while masturbating. It reminded me that we used to do something like this. Don’t know why we quit doing it. But, it’s on the agenda for tomorrow.
The way I recall this from our early marriage is that I would get so excited from being paddled, I would stroke myself whenever Bacall gave me a break. I just could not resist doing it. She would act perturbed and insist I stop, saying she would do any stroking herself.
At some point this evolved so that Bacall would give me enough paddle licks to redden my bottom, then we would hug and kiss and our hands would find their targets and we would both go into heavy breathing mode. Just before I would explode, she would stop and tell me to bend over again and give me another round of licks with the paddle. Then we would repeat the heavy petting and stop just before either of us could come. Only recently have we learned this is called edging. I seldom had the will to stop, so it was up to her to tell me the paddling (and fun) was not over yet. After 2 or 3 rounds of edging we would both come while standing up and then melt on the bed.
We had a variation on this where we paddled each other, but usually it was me bending over.
Our wood batten and leather slapper are out for use tomorrow. The batten for my legs and the slapper with the steel enforcement for my bottom. I can’t wait. We had planned for it today. But just before we started our hosts popped over to chat.
For me, the only thing better than simultaneously being getting paddled and having my short arm drained is having two women do it to me. They get a little competitive and are so creative. Bless them.
The Religion Of Peace
I wrote this on July 23, 2015
Islam Is Islam
I am persuaded that there are no modifiers to Islam. Radical Islam is redundant. Islam started with thievery, murder and slavery. It advanced to assassinations and conquests. Churchill and T. E. Lawrence both understood that it is not a religion at all.
Churchill wrote in 1899 in The River Wars
How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy. The effects are apparent in many countries, improvident habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live.
A degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement, the next of its dignity and sanctity. The fact that in Mohammedan law every woman must belong to some man as his absolute property, either as a child, a wife, or a concubine, must delay the final extinction of slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a great power among men.
Individual Muslims may show splendid qualities, but the influence of the religion paralyses the social development of those who follow it. No stronger retrograde force exists in the world. Far from being moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith. It has already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the strong arms of science, the science against which it had vainly struggled, the civilization of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilization of ancient Rome.
We are going to have to face the fact that democracy and Islam are not in any compatible. We are going to have to eliminate Islam to have peace.
Retro
Paddled In School
We are spending a few weeks in Florida before we head west for the year. As much as we pay for an on-ramp while traveling, posts should go on as usual.
Many of us have a fascination with school paddling’s. It make no difference if we were paddled in school or not.
Here is pro one that is rather realistic. You might go in brave, but after a few licks, the paddle won.
Political Saturday
Since Bacall and I do not lean left, I think I will post political stuff here on Saturday’s in partial rebuttal to all the idiot crap we see all week.
I am trying to adopt Scalia’s POV that some very good people have some very bad views. But, I don’t have the mind or personality that gentleman had. Not by a long shot.
Bacall In Vicksburg
Bacall Wishes You A Warm Red Bottom
Men Getting The Wood
After we both had a good time the other morning with Bacall toasting my backside, I thought I would share some pictures with you.
Here in flyover country, the heartland, the land of the deplorables
Why Flyover Country is Fated to Lead
Geography has blessed the Midwest and Western states with a richness of forests and agricultural lands and a cornucopia of iron, coal, gold and hydrocarbon deposits, not to mention “more miles of navigable inland waterways than the rest of the world combined.” The river network cinches the interior together like laces on a shoe, and the Mississippi River connects America’s heartland to the Atlantic world and to the harbors along the Eastern coastline. Meanwhile, railroads and highways weave Americans into a patchwork quilt, an assemblage more enduring than the multiculturalists’ tapestry of grievance and identity. “Americans are a great people not only because of their democracy and their Protestant creed, but also because of where they happen to live.”
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