Spanked And Paddled

The Evil Hairbrush

The Hairbrush may be the most popular instrument, but it’s never used by us or on us. In early marriage Bacall bought one on impulse. The cashier made a comment about it when we checked out, indicating that she thought it would be used on me. We laughed and she did not say another word. I guess she felt she had revealed herself.

I tried it out on Bacall and she declared it was evil. Then or later she tried it on me, I fully supported her position that it was evil. We then understood why it was the go to implement for Mom’s. OTK with a hairbrush is indeed punishment. It’s small size makes it ideal to use briskly leaving no time for recovery until it strikes again. I try to humor Bacall’s desire to paddle me OTK, but before she gets to a dozen I am off her lap. She giggles.

Nope, no hairbrushes in our home.

But, it enjoyable to look at pictures of others being hairbrushed.

As I was finishing this post, I noticed I had used the label “Hairbrush” before, so I looked and found I had discussed it four times. Here is an except from a 2008 post.

We tried a few hairbrushes over the years, but none were effective. They were either wimpy or thudy. Becall got a vanity set for high school graduation, which included a hairbrush. It’s not wood or plastic, but some man made material that makes it a 10 on the thud scale. But it is silent and we used it from time-to-time when noise was a concern.

One day, Becall saw a Vidal Sasson brush that looked like it would work. At the checkout, the clerk remarked how good it was for spanking and thought should be used on me. We bantered back and forth for a few minutes and then she must have realized how much she had admitted and sealed her lips.

Let me tell you, this hairbrush works. After it’s first use on her, Becall declared it off limits. And so for years, it was used for brushing her hair. Last year, I had her bring it to me and I whacked her a few times with it, before she said that I should feel it. Lordy, Lordy, was she ever right, that sucker set me on fire. I put it aside for a future play date and told her she should paddle me hard and fast over the knee, just like I was a kid. As you know, she loves me over her knee and she likes to pop me hard and fast and get me wiggling around. So she had an agreeable time and I found out what a bona fide hair brushing feels like. I prefer a paddle thank you very much.

Thigh Slaps

Most male readers will see this and think Oh, Boy, someone is going OTK and get hair-brushed by two women. That’s a fair interpretation of the picture.

When I saw it, I thought the woman in fishnets would be slapping the other woman’s thighs with the hairbrush.

Being a switch allows me to see and enjoy things a bottom might not. So after Miss Fishnet has her fun, I would want to bend the both of them over and paddle them. Of course, I would expect reciprocation on both my thighs and bottom.

 

Hairbrushes

A hundred years ago when we were newly weds acquiring our first of everything, including play toys; Bacall bought several hairbrushes. The first few were duds. Those that we found were encased in plastic which made in-store evaluation impossible. One was hollow and had no sting. She finally found one, it was excellent for the purpose. Too excellent according to her and was banned. She has used it on me a few times and I agree it’s a whole lot of sting. No wonder it’s fav of Mother everywhere.

An Oldie, but Goodie. Mary Janes, knee socks, and kneeling in the corner. That hairbrush looks really mean.

She has a hairbrush that was a gift to her when she was a teen. It’s made of some sort of heavy plastic. It’s has a lot more thud than sting, but we used it from time-to-time when our daughter was around as it makes no noise.

I know that hairbrushes are the fav implement of men and women; but they never got into our top five.

I like this picture, but the hairbrush looks tame

I am a fan of wood paddles. Bacall likes belts, leather straps, leather paddles, crops, floggers and wood paddles. And we both like our batten on the legs.

Stevie’s Spanking

In this song from the early 80’s, Zappa documents actual events which transpired between Steve Vai and Laurel Fishman as they were reported to Zappa at a breakfast meeting the following morning.

Laurel Fishman (the female subject of the song) is a groupie that had followed Zappa from the late 1960s onwards. This song is one of many in Zappa’s repertoire that pokes fun at his bandmembers’ sexual encounters with groupies.

His name is Stevie Vai,
And he’s a crazy guy
Last November, I recall,
He needed a spanking

He decided then
A female specimen
Would be exciting for a night
To give him a spanking

Laurel was her name
She came to Notre Dame
He told me just the other night
He oughta be thanking
Her for the spanking

She was large and soft
And she beat him off
Made him drool upon his dork
And gave it a wanking

After the spanking
Hair brush!
(Ah . . . a hair brush!)
Oh! What a hair brush!
(Hey, Frank, it’s a hair brush!)
(It’s not that he requires grooming!
(Honey . . . Wah! Splash!)
Guys with light blue hair never did!)

Then did she exclaim:
“There’s another game
That we can play with this device,
And then a banana!”

It was slightly green
Vapors in between
Rising up to fill the room
And cook the banana

She said it was dry
“Stevie won’t you try
To drool a little drool on it
And grease the banana”

Later in the dawn,
Laurel carried on
She got right up and dressed herself and
Ate the banana

Hairbrushes

A hairbrush is the implement most commonly associated with American style spanking. They are a fixture in every household and traditionally most purses. Being so handy, they have lighted up the backsides of misbehaving children. Surveys, say they remain the most popular implement for adult spanking, for either males or females.

Becall and I escaped the hairbrush as kids. Her Mother was a devotee of “go cut a switch” and then having her bend her over her bed and switching the backs of her legs. Ouch!

At home, I also got the switch and occasionally a belt on the legs. I got paddled in every grade first through tenth.

Given this background, I was strangely an aficionado of the paddle and wanted Becall to paddle me and of course, I wanted to paddle her. It took me years to understand that Becall can only enjoy wood once she is warmed up with leather. We did not know about leather until we had been together for 20 years. The Internet educated us.

We tried a few hairbrushes over the years, but none were effective. They were either wimpy or thudy. Becall got a vanity set for high school graduation, which included a hairbrush. It’s not wood or plastic, but some man made material that makes it a 10 on the thud scale. But it is silent and we used it from time-to-time when noise was a concern.

One day, Becall saw a Vidal Sasson brush that looked like it would work. At the checkout, the clerk remarked how good it was for spanking and thought should be used on me. We bantered back and forth for a few minutes and then she must have realized how much she had admitted and sealed her lips.

Let me tell you, this hairbrush works. After it’s first use on her, Becall declared it off limits. And so for years, it was used for brushing her hair. Last year, I had her bring it to me and I whacked her a few times with it, before she said that I should feel it. Lordy, Lordy, was she ever right, that sucker set me on fire. I put it aside for a future play date and told her she should paddle me hard and fast over the knee, just like I was a kid. As you know, she loves me over her knee and she likes to pop me hard and fast and get me wiggling around. So she had an agreeable time and I found out what a bona fide hair brushing feels like. I prefer a paddle thank you very much.