As I knelt down with a pair of size 4 shoes in front of this blonde in a short skirt, I couldn’t resist a quick glance at her knickers:

“Hey, cheeky!” She said as she gave me a playful kick.

“I bet the only reason you work here is to look up girls’ skirts isn’t it?”

“That’s an absolutely ridiculous accusation, madam,” I said sternly.

“I don’t even work here.”

You Arsole – Late Edition

Calling someone an arsole might have a bit of British class or they might think you have a speech impediment, or are drunk and slurring your words and punch you in the mouth anyway.

Last year I read a most interesting book A Molecule Away from Madness: Tales of the Hijacked Brain by Sara Manning Peskin. In short, a silly extra molecule or the lack of a silly molecule can affect behavior, prevent or cause disease, etc.

I was recently the recipient of a few extra molecules, when I got a shot to turn off the production of testosterone to shrink my prostate. It worked and it also banished my sex drive. [It’s slowly coming back]

I came across this Molecules with Silly or Unusual Names. Someone complied a list of real molecules that have unusual, ridiculous or downright silly names. That’s where stumbled on arsole. Have a look.

In the same vein is The Liars of Nature and the Nature of Liars: Cheating and Deception in the Living World by Lixing Sun.

One section talks about frogs. Seems those that sing, croak the loudest, attract more females.

“… one enzyme, aromatase, plays a vital role. This enzyme can convert testosterone into estrogen, and thus affect sexual development by tweaking the testosterone-to-estrogen ratio in the brains of the young. During sexual development in males, a lower aromatase level will lead to a higher testosterone level, turning a male into a singer. If the aromatase level is high, however, more testosterone is converted into estrogen, causing a male to become feminized.”

Enough of that, you libertines came here to satisfy your debauched sensibilities. Admit it.

This is from perhaps the only video we bought that gave us smiles. Uncle Wayne’s Woodshed. She had a mouth.

Chained to a table saw in Mary Janes?

I have thing for sheer white panties

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Pretty Maids All in a Row

One of my all time fav blues songs is Stormy Monday. I have six versions of it, including the original by T Bone Walker.

My fav version is the 1962 cover by Bobby “Blue” Bland.

A close second is Gregg Allman with Eric Clapton

A sparkler to anyone that knows who sang these lyrics.

My spy dog see your spy dog
Sitting by the Bayou
My spy dog see your spy dog
Gonna set your tail on fire

Down in the Trailerhood

I am feeling guilty about not posting this week.

I was looking at spanking blog, which I have not visited in years. And I came across this short clip.

To Catch (And Swat) A Cougar

Which reminded me of this.

Which has a better care wash scene than Cool Hand Luke

20 years ago Paul Thorn, not Toby Keith, did a song, My Baby Needs a Spanking. It disappeared. I had it, but it did not transfer to a new computer for copyright infringement.

Red Ass

Dear Gentle Readers, I completed my radiation treatment for prostate cancer this past Monday. WooHoo! Last week, I kidded the techs about getting a graduation certificate. So they made one up for me.

Yesterday, Bacall remarked how red my ass was. One of the downsides of getting older is that you lose the ability to twist around and inspect your dorsal side.

I am sure this lass can check out her hiney without pulling any muscles that no longer wish to stretched.

But, I can’t. So I  found a hand mirror and used it to see my reflection in a full length mirror. My ass is red. It looks like I got a first rate paddling. I will spare you that sight.

Bacall has been especially sassy the last week. Probably because she got revved up when her BF came to see her and they stayed up half the night drinking wine. Those two have consumed vast quantities of wine over the last 40 years.

Anyway, I told her I was going to paddle her after breakfast. She brought me her paddle and I put it to good use. So I thought. She had some smart ass remark after she got up. The girl can’t help it.  So I bent back over my lap, pulled her panties done and gave her what for.  Mission accomplished. Heck, she might even be contrite today, but I doubt it. It made me feel good.

Think of being on a beach with warm water chatting with new friends

Another girl who could not help it.


Hump Day

We have had some cold weather, then rain, and now gray skies for the next ten days. I suppose it will be March before we see the sun ball again.

Maybe these photos of cute young women will give you the boost to get up and do what needs to be done.

There is a link in the panel to the left to the OBB Bdsmlr site. Some content there that would not be permitted here.

Warning Texas Shit Kicking Music. While Delbert McClinton no longer tours, I still get a kick out listening to his material. This humorous one goes back a few years. Lone Star Blues

Girls Have More Fun

Girls have more fun than guys. I can’t imagine whatever this is going on with a group of men. Can you? The world would really suck without females.

One could argue that OBB objectifies women. I say we celebrate them. The best boss I ever had wore a skirt. They are more intelligent than men and they think a hellva lot faster.

That’s all I have today.