The Big Green Paddle

I don’t think it would sting more than most wood paddles, but her paddle sure looks fearsome. My compliments to the one who made it which is probably the guy OTK. This couple used to post from time to time, but I have not seen them in years.

An unpainted version

Since today’s post features the seldom seen here OTK position, let us continue for the OTK fans.

The thighs up close dressed in garter and hose.

The thighs up close and now armored

Friendly and most capable looking lass. Care to go a round with her hairbrush?

Saturday Edition

Some people using a young girl for their purposes

I can remember when the news lasted for a half-hour and Walter read the news without inserting his own views.

Now the “news” is written by those fresh out of journalism school. Here are some of the Wapo crew wishing a Merry Impeachmas.

Snowflakes melting upon learning Trump is still alive and their President

Unhinged personified

Have Yourself A Very Merry Christmas

I can say three things about this photo taken during filming Thunderball.

You could wish you were on the beach.
You could wish Domino was sitting in your lap.
You could wish you looked like Sean Connery. Then you could have a line of women lined up to sit in your lap. Just watch out for Bacall’s sharp elbows.

And have yourself a very merry Christmas

No Spankings Here

No spankings here since mid-July. First, it was because of my health. Got to say that a staph infection that puts you in the hospital for 11 days really sucks all sexual desire out of you. For whatever reason, that infection brought my lurking leukemia to the surface. That brought me down for over three months. Thankfully, treatment is bringing me back to being human. Only seven more months of chemo.

My improvement coincided with Bacall having a triple bypass.

So for the first time in decades, Bacall is not wearing red panties every day during the season and having her bottom colored red.

2020 has to be better.

I will end this post with a plea to help get this gal some clothes.

Yoga

Try to convince me you can look at these pictures and not imaging yourself spanking them.

This Never Happended

He arrived as directed and took a place on the long wooden bench in the lobby of the school administration office. There were two others on the bench already. Almost at once he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone being paddled. He winced.

A few minutes past and a young girl opened the door and called his name. She held the door open for him, he entered and she closed the door behind him. She smiled and told him to take off his pants. He froze. This picture of beauty and innocence was going to paddle him? Where was the principal? She told him to be quick about it. He slowly started to unbuckle his belt, while she watched. He finally got them off. She held out a pair of panties and told him to put them on. All the color drained from his face. She just stood there holding the panties, waiting for him to remove his briefs and take them from her. He turned partially away from her and removed his briefs, but he had to face her to get the panties. By the time he had them pulled up, he was not completely flaccid.

She told him to sit down and she did too with her short skirt showing him her thighs. He got rigid. Then he heard the popping sound of a paddle. He counted them. 10. He heard some murmurs and then it started again – another 10. Then quiet. The girl watched him. He could feel the hard chair through the thin panties. He felt ridiculous. He also felt the warmth of his penis on his belly. How would he get up without her seeing him in this state? She was only a few years older than him. The door in the direction of where the paddling has taken place opened and there stood the principal, paddle in hand. OK, young man, I am ready for you now. How was he going to get up? “Move now or I will make you wish you had”. He stood. His penis standing up, making a tent in the panties he shuffled through the open door.

July 27, 1991