This Non Woke blog, continuously published Aug 15, 2007, celebrates the erotic side of spanking as long practiced by one married couple. We don't spank for any reason other than to supercharge sex. Bogey and Bacall. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Shakespeare
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 Brainby 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
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.
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