A Winter’s Tale

This is a story by one of our readers. A good one I thought.

A Winter’s Tale

A winter’s chill drifted deeply outside…. the wind low and whispering in its passing. Twilight came slowly, even the grayness of the day failing as darkness rose from the shadows. It was a mood that matched her own, a desperation made even more forlorn by the snow. Soft, fragile as angel wings, it danced lightly upon the window pane, wholly indifferent to her feelings.
Inside, a low fire glowed, quietly hissing a somber tune in reply… as if it too feared the coming night. Its embers, having given up their soul to the flame, now softly lit the room with their sacrifice. Upon the bed, she lay outstretched… in the stillness of the moment, more naughty-girl than grown woman. The remembrance of which gave no solace to the fears that bid her flee this waiting, of her own surrender.

Though the room was warm, a single chill appeared in the small of her back. Ears tormented anew as every crackle, every pop and sizzle of the shimmering coals became an unwelcome disguise of the sounds of his return. Cruel reminders even, of the sounds she had cause to take heed and knew all too well would be hers alone… when he did.

The thought of such things tormented the lass within, yet a woman’s body answered… betraying her once more. With each new imagining, a fine heat arose. In places a naughty girl wouldn’t speak of, couldn’t … to anyone. It was a simmering essence that would only grow sweeter still this night, though her bottom might surely disagree.

At the moment, it had no choice in the matter and lay upon the bed so vulnerably presented, just as he’d ordered.

Quivering ever so subtly, yet seemingly held fast… her bottom imprisoned as if held with unseen hands upon the pillows he’d placed so deliberately for her to lie over. As though shackled, the pale softness of her offering remaining obedient, upturned and so fully displayed for his attentions.

A soft shiver passed over her now, the night turned suddenly colder… an unbidden memory hers. Unkind in its passing, reminding her when he returned, just how fiery the heat the oiled old school strap he’d left to retrieve would soon, surely render her bottom into embers itself.  

It was an act of submission, atonement for her naughtiness… and a moment of honesty to the truth inside. An observer would note her prone on the bed as if upon an altar; arms outstretched, legs together… hands flat upon the covers.

Soon it would begin… soon. The sound of footsteps would lay waste to last vestiges of her resolve. Their approach giving rise to a panic felt so many times before, and in its birth, a rush of chills would trace their rising across her heart and o’er the flesh… as though a million butterflies were loosed upon her skin. 

A lifetime of need bottled up inside…

A naughty girl’s bottom soon to display a fire of its own as it twists upon the pillows in desperation…

Again and again, the leather will find her… finding the lass inside… freeing the woman within…

Saturday Edition

Omicron Has Killed Certitude


1) An array of past quoted Bidenisms and Faucisms on COVID-19: any president should resign for hundreds of thousands of deaths on his watch (with chyrons of stats below on the dead post January 20, 2021), given Biden’s greater death toll; Biden claiming no one was vaxxed until his arrival; Biden claiming Trump ignored the federal role by outsourcing policy to the states in the manner of the Articles of Confederation, versus his recent admission of no federal solution;

2) Clips of the consequences of defunding the police: videos in mediis rebus of smash-and-grab, carjackings, torched police precincts, and urban violence, again juxtaposed to quotes from Democratic congresspeople about the need for defunding the police;

3) Scenes from the final madness in Afghanistan spliced with assurances from Biden and Miley to the effect that all things are normal and progressing as planned; videos of rows of trucks, arms, material now in Taliban hands;

4) Videos from the mess at the border, with quotes from congresspeople: e.g., Secretary Mayorkas, Vice President Harris, and President Biden claiming that the immigration situation is well under control, with a fade out of no vaccinations and no tests required unlike what is asked of those U.S. citizens serving in the military and federal work force;

5) Photo clips of gas prices at the pump, editorialized with quotes from administration officials asking Saudi Arabia and Russia to please pump more oil;

6) Quotes from Biden about discovering the high price of meat, with scenes of supply shortages, empty shelves, and sticker shock on meat cuts;

7) Calls for racial harmony, healing, and unity, with quotes from the Squad, Joy Reid, Don Lemon, etc.


I came across this 15-second clip. I don’t know if it is amateur or pro. Perhaps one of you perverts will recognize the spanker or the room.

I would like to think it’s two women settling accounts.

Some may say it’s extreme. Not having examined the strap I could not say. How the leather is tanned makes all the difference.

I found the body English the spanker uses enticing. I have never noticed a man using such pronounced body English.

Don’t watch it while you are in a Zoom meeting. Grin


A few more images of body English in action


I saw that most commenters on another blog felt that spanking someone else or being spanked by someone other than their spouse was cheating. They felt that spanking was far too intimate to be done with anyone other than their spouse.

I could brand them as uptight, jealous, immature, etc. When I should just compliment them on their fidelity.

Bacall and I must be heathens, as we have both enjoyed spanking others and being spanked by others. Damn good fun to us. Lots of good memories. It definitely upped our game from the ideas we got from others.

What Must Be Said – Return Rant

Here’s an example of ethnocentric reasoning from the dear Bonnie – a west coast elitist.

So in addition to being the fly-over zone and irredeemable, etc. – we are straight-laced. Maybe we are. I recall living in Seattle long ago where I got laid more often than anywhere I had been before or since. Go Huskies! Southern women don’t usually drop their panties on the first date.

Yep, us rednecks screw our cousins, yank food out of mouths of babies are racist, bigoted, homophobic, gun toting and xenophobic.

And then, I recall this diatribe from Bonnie in June 2020

We’ve watched for four years as this unholy collection of greedy profiteers, shameless charlatans, bellicose autocrats, cowering toadies, and evil misanthropes has hijacked our American dream for their own destructive purposes. 

Were you able to match a single name to her enumeration of adjectives? There were some despicable characters in Trump’s administration, but I can not match anyone to her descriptions.

I don’t think that Bonnie had anyone concrete in mind. She was just stringing words together. And she quite adapt at that.

Maybe I should not go off on Bonnie. I am just as assured of my position as she is of hers. I am equally disdainful of elites as she is of us backward folks living in the interior of the country.  Here is how Bonnie and friends view the world.

Populism is a pejorative, usually referring to supposedly uninformed voters’ majority opinions overriding an unelected elite’s master planning and protocols. Given that populism is felt to be symptomatic of an uneducated, unenlightened, and superstitious mind, it should be impeded or at least diluted by administrative guardians, sober courts, and judicious politicians.

Progressivism, in contrast, is more often considered by academicians and journalists as a popular movement of the educated and the more socially respectable. Increasingly it encompasses the wealthier and more credentialed. They feel that their education and compensation, not just their self-interests, explain their globalist allegiance.

See how that works, I am a boob, while those in her clan are my betters.

Finally, there is the old business of Bonnie’s protégé Herm Moan Nee. I called out the Canadian for repeatedly posting stories of minor girls being consensually spanked and then sexualized. My protest fell on deft ears. So I took it to Bonnie. Herm Moan Nee ceased publishing such stories and both “retaliated” by removing OBB from their blog rolls. Wow that really hurt as they were referring me 2 or 3 folks most days.


I Google for shrimp base (to use in a recipe for sherry cream sauce) I see this

Sand vs Gravel vs Bare Bottom

which of course “startled” me. It continues

What is Better for Shrimp and Fish?

You probably came here for something spanking-related?

If so, I offer these illustrations.

By the talented Dave Wolfe

By Waldo

You never know what I will post. I don’t either.