Hands is responsible for bringing this memory to mind.
There was a young lass who liked to play the schoolgirl role. She had the uniforms and ties. If you went to any of the early Chicago parties, you probably met her. You may have paddled her or she you.
She came by this honestly. Her parents sent her to a private HS. You already know the drill. Bare bottom bent over a chair while the principal put the wood to her. Her Mom would be present to witness the paddling. What they did not know was that paddling turned her on.
She told me about her school paddlings and wanted to relive them. And so we did. I used my longboard paddle and put her mind back in that place.
Time passed and she played too heavy with some guy and developed a spot on her bottom that was really painful. So no more bare bottom paddlings. However, she was most agreeable to being paddled with her jeans on. And that’s when I developed my jeans phase. I enjoyed cracking the paddle on her jeans more than on her bare bottom.
I enjoyed doing this with several other gals, including Bacall, who thought “Oh boy am I ever getting away with something”. [It’s like when paddle breaks on them. It’s “Woohoo, I broke the paddle”. And tells everyone of her achievement. Totally different than “He broke the paddle on me”.
I don’t have a single picture of me paddling a jeans clad bottom, so these commercial ones will have suffice. [Yes, these was a time when no one had a phone camera. Portable phones came in bags.]
Tall, slim waisted and could reach her ankles.


So I did four posts this week. Still half in the ditch with fatigue, but my appetite has returned.