Desire

With all the reports of celebrity body parts being grabbed, I thought I would post that sometimes, some women want to be grabbed.


From the bottom of my heart, please know,
that I’d appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hand down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours.



How about a little humor.




Bacall’s Songs

Regular readers know that Bacall and I are both Alpha types. We can’t spell submissive. Want to know where Bacall’s mind is on leadership in a relationship? If it’s possible, to sum up her outlook in a song, then these two might do it. She will not tolerate being told what to do. No one owns her.

Nor will she tolerate a wimpy guy.

She wants a gentleman. Not a man to boss her around, but one who will spank her when she wants it. And she always lets me know when she wants it.

You Don’t Own Me

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
And don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display ’cause
You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay
I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please
And don’t tell me what to do
Oh,

Johnny Get Angry

Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he’d ask, you’d never speak
Must you always be so meek?
Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you’re the boss
Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny



Oral Sex And Pegging

I read that oral sex and pegging are the latest in sex. It seems Blow Jobs are old school and Cunnilingus is all the rage. Ditto for pegging, which is a relatively new word.

This young lady seems to know what she wants and is not shy about asking for it.

Ronnie posted on this last week. In case you have never seen it, this is a sketch from SNL on Col Engus.


I have never been attracted to pegging, but I do like to see women sport an appendage. They seem to have a lot of fun wearing one. And it’s a lot more fun to see their bottoms in action pumping away.

Women always know how to put an outfit together


Is she going Trick or Treating?






The Bigger Threat

By Alan M. Dershowitz

The extreme right—neo-Nazis, the Ku Klux Klan and other assorted racists and anti-Semites—and the extreme left—anti-American and anti-Israel zealots, intolerant censors, violent anarchists such as Antifa, and other assorted radicals—both pose a danger in the U.S. and abroad.

Which group poses a greater threat? The question resists a quantitative answer, because much may depend on time and place. It may also be in the eye of the beholder: For many on the center left, the greater danger is posed by the hard right, and vice versa. Yet the most important reason for this lack of a definitive quantitative answer is that they pose qualitatively different dangers.

History has set limits on how far to the extremes of the hard right reasonable right-wingers are prepared to go. Following the horrors of the Holocaust and Southern lynchings, no one claiming the mantle of conservative is willing to be associated with Nazi anti-Semitism or the KKK. Neo-Nazi and Klan speakers are not invited to university campuses.

The hard left lacks comparable limits. Despite what Stalin, Mao, the Castros, Pol Pot, Hugo Chavez and North Korea’s Kims have done in the name of communism, there are still those on the left—including some university professors and students—who do not shrink from declaring themselves communists, or even Stalinists or Maoists. Their numbers are not high, but the mere fact that it is acceptable on campuses, even if not praiseworthy, to be identified with hard-left mass murderers, but not hard-right mass murderers, is telling.

The ultimate goals of the hard right are different, and far less commendable, than those of the hard left. The hard-right utopia might be a fascist society modeled on the Italy or Germany of the 1930s, or the segregationist post-Reconstruction American South.

The hard-left utopia would be a socialist or communist state-regulated economy aiming for economic and racial equality. The means for achieving these important goals might be similar to those of the hard right. Hitler, Stalin and Mao all killed millions of innocent people in an effort to achieve their goals.

For the vast majority of reasonable people, including centrist conservatives, the hard-right utopia would be a dystopia to be avoided at all costs. The hard-left utopia would be somewhat more acceptable to many on the center left, so long as it was achieved nonviolently.

The danger posed by the extreme left is directly related to its more benign goals, which seduce some people, including university students and faculty. Believing that noble ends justify ignoble means, they are willing to accept the antidemocratic, intolerant and sometimes violent censorship policies and actions of Antifa and its radical cohorts.

Recall that the foreign policy of Barack Obama, Ben Rhodes, Susan Rice, and Hillary Clinton could be best termed “provocative appeasement,” and it logically led to the present tensions around the world.

The result by January 2017 was that our foreign policy could be summarized as the United States was seen by neutrals, rivals, and opponents as no worse friend, and no better enemy.

For that reason, the most extreme left zealots are welcomed today on many campuses to express their radical views. That is not true of the most extreme neo-Nazi or KKK zealots, such as David Duke and Richard Spencer. Former White House aide Steve Bannon recently told “60 Minutes” that “the neo-Nazis and neo-Confederates and the Klan, who by the way are absolutely awful—there’s no room in American politics for that.” In contrast, prominent American leftists, such as Noam Chomsky and even Bernie Sanders, supported the candidacy of British hard-left extremist Jeremy Corbyn, despite his flirtation with anti-Semitism.

The hard right is dangerous largely for what it has done in the past. For those who believe that past is prologue, the danger persists. It also persists for those who look to Europe for hints of what may be in store for us: Neofascism is on the rise in Hungary, Slovakia, Austria, Greece, Lithuania and even France. Some of this rise may be attributable to regional issues, such as the mass migration of Muslims from Syria and other parts of the Middle East. But some may also be a function of growing nationalism and nostalgia for the “glory” days of Europe—or, as evidenced in our last election, of America.

The danger posed by the extreme hard left is more about the future. Leaders of tomorrow are being educated today on campus. The tolerance for censorship and even violence to suppress dissenting voices may be a foretaste of things to come. The growing influence of “intersectionality”—which creates alliances among “oppressed” groups—has led to a strange acceptance by much of the extreme left of the far-from-progressive goals and violent means of radical Islamic terrorist groups that are sexist, homophobic, anti-Semitic and anti-Western. This combination of hard-left secular views and extreme Islamic theological views is toxic.

We must recognize the different dangers posed by different extremist groups that preach and practice violence, if we are to combat them effectively in the marketplace of ideas, and perhaps more importantly, on the campuses and streets.


Mr. Dershowitz is a professor emeritus at Harvard Law School and author of “Trumped up! How Criminalizing Politics is Dangerous to Democracy”




Hillary Clinton has blamed just about everyone and everything for her embarrassing loss last November: The Russians, the FBI director, the DNC, former President Barack Obama.

Wait, there’s more. She blames “Anti-American forces,” low-information voters, high-information voters, stupid Republicans, stupid Democrats, Bernie Sanders, incompetent pollsters, misogynists, suburban women, rural women, The New York Times, Fox News, fake news.

In the end, Hillary blamed “low-information voters” who were persuaded by the deluge of fake news on Facebook, saying, “Some people were sucked in. Some people stayed home. Some people voted Trump.”

So, the two-time loser is saying that if only stupid people had voted for her, she’d have her feet up on the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.

Jim’s Saturday Night Adventure

Bogey,
Thought you might be interested in Saturday night’s activities.
As has happened most weekends this summer, we went to our second/future retirement home on the Bay to work on our new master bathroom. The project is coming along and we have finally started tiling – the tile work is extensive and complex.  We have built a largish irregular shaped shower enclosure…..yes, it is large enough for two and still have some space left to move.
There is a Coffee House in the nearby small town which books live folk music acts and Saturday night was the kick-off for this year’s series – one act per month until May.  We decided to go as soon as we heard they were open again. So Saturday night was booked until about 9:30 or so.
W used the day to catch up with friends over the phone, pay some bills and generally relax.  As I tiled away in the shower during the day, I got progressively hornier (interesting that Word suggests “hornier” in place of “more horny”!) and I decided to try something a bit different.
I texted the following to W:
HELP WANTED: Experienced lady to paddle horny gentleman’s bare fanny tonight, must be willing to work nude, other activities to follow. Text “YES” to apply, interview in the shower following the concert.
I got a “YES” reply fairly quickly and that served to make me even hornier – anticipation is always good.
Light dinner, concert and the drive home had no mention of coming events.  
I went upstairs to the guest bathroom and under dimmed lighting showered and shaved.  W joined me in the shower and she assured me she was experienced for the job.  I quizzed her as to her paddling technique and she informed me as a “new hire” a demonstration of her expertise would be much more appropriate, and with a smack to my wet bottom, she left telling me to “not keep her waiting too long”.
When I got down to the master bedroom, the lights were down low and she was sitting up in bed, nude, no paddles in sight.  She made a production of lowering my underwear to my knees and motioned me across her lap (different!).
Once draped across her lap she proceeded to hand spank my bottom, I must admit I continued to waggle a bit every time I thought she was finished.  She stopped after a fairly long time – I did not count but I am guessing she delivered about 70-80 good firm spanks – I think her hand was stinging, I know my fanny was.
I started to rise but she quickly stopped me……..”You requested a paddling, now you are going to get one!”
She produced our fly-back paddle from under a pillow and gave me another 30 or so licks on my already red fanny.  Nice!
She must have enjoyed giving me the spanking with my erection rubbing against her thighs as she was wetter than usual – the sex was great. 

Be Careful What You Ask For

Spanking blogs are becoming rare. Those that discuss spanking even rarer. Most just post the same pictures. We don’t describe every spanking that we get. That would get pretty boring unless we suddenly got struck by lightning and started writing like Ronnie. I see we have been sharing our spankings with you for 10 years. Here is one more.


Do you often have daydreams of being spanked, caned, strapped or paddled? Since you are reading this you probably do. As a switch, I dream of spanking or being spanked with great regularity. Sometimes the itch cannot be scratched. That was the case here. The last few weeks of our trip I was thinking about one particular paddle – one that we did not have with us on our six-month trip. 


Bacall often says Be careful what you ask for. I have heard this many times over the years when I have asked for a paddling. I heard it yesterday. I had been thinking for several weeks about a notable paddling I wanted when we got home. Before leaving, we decided we could get along without our Red Paddle during this last trip. It’s our oldest paddle from early marriage and it stings like a hornet. Now I wanted to feel it. Nothing else would do. I could not get it out of my head. I knew what I was asking for and I still asked for it. She was pleased to accommodate me. She was more than pleased, she grinned like a Cheshire Cat.


The day after we got home, I wanted to free my mind of the thoughts, so I got out the Red Paddle, our wood batten, our nasty steel reinforced slapper and put on hot red panties.

She used the batten and then the slapper on my legs.  I then asked for the slapper on the crease between my bottom and legs. Youch!


That done, she was ready to paddle me. I think she gave me about ten, but I was not counting. She had me on fire and I was loving it. I asked for another six and then another six. I looked in the mirror and I was bright red. Laying on the bed, she used her hand and released all of my tension.

I felt it the rest of the day. But my mind was free of the thoughts that had been running amuck for weeks.


I would think that there would be lots of pictures of the Red Fli-Back paddles being used on the web. But, I have never seen one in action. Do I have to show my old backside reddened with one?