You know what day it is.
Wood paddles are our go-to implement. But it is always a choice.
An excellent choice young lady
Having to present the paddle that is going to be used on you can be fun or cause great apprehension.
I recall with, much pleasure, allowing the lasses to pick the paddle to be used. Without fail they would pick the biggest one. I suppose it was a challenge, see if you can break me with this. Or maybe I was such a wimpy paddler they figured I needed all the help I could get. BTW, my biggest paddle was not the meanest one.
In my grade school, you were sometimes sent to another classroom to borrow a paddle. So not only did your class know you were going to paddled, so did everyone in the other classroom. Then it was bend over in the hall, so everyone got to hear.
Signing the paddle was done in my HS. But not by me. I did not care to hang around and be a buddy with the VP.
These pictures were taken January 4, 2000 in some motel room somewhere. It must have been on some holiday we took to maybe Florida, maybe Georgia. Since I have never used a tripod, someone else must have taken the pictures. We draw a blank on who it was.
Two short items. Bacall really liked to get paddled in her “spanking slip”. I have not seen another lass so attired for a spanking.
The Sheriff’s paddle was a gift by a female friend of ours to her spanker. He used it on Bacall first and the handle on the first swing. Bacall was expecting a hot sting and felt nothing. She was gleeful. I took the paddle home and reinforced it. It looks mean, but it was not much as it was made of pressed wood. These pictures were taken with the repaired paddle.
Ronnie asked for fav spanking pictures and I sent her this one. I expected others to also send her personal pictures. So far one other couple has sent her homemade pictures. I hope more will.
Here it is Sunday morning. I am listening to Ava Maria sung by Luciano Pavarotti and thought I have not scheduled a post for Monday. So here is a rushed picture post. The title will draw lots of eyeballs.
I discovered I posted Getting Paddled II before this one. Other than the title, it does not make any difference.
A wood paddle on the bare bottom excites us. Maybe one of these pictures will excite you?
I have been told this picture is from a Pennsylvania company that made school furniture and coincidently promotional paddles. The paddles had a sales pitch printed on them and were given to teachers attending their sales exhibits. It’s certainly a nostalgic look the girl has.
Above, my fav size bottom
I like this series of pictures as I am a sucker for short plaid skirts.
Long post with my thoughts on spanking relationships.
Warning: No spanking pictures.
I make no claim that what we enjoy is right for anyone else. My point is that the lack of honest communication and the desire to be submissive may not get you what you want.
Spanking Is Complicated For Most People and that’s because they make it that way. They feel they have to be submissive, so they can’t say what they really want.
I read this and wonder about it.
Yes, it really does hurt. But, as odd as this may sound, the pain is a secondary consideration. What we treasure more are feelings of connectedness, peace, and openness that follow.
Connectedness is a feeling of belonging to or having an affinity with a particular person or group. I suppose belonging to could be a submissive state of mind. And an affinity with a particular person or group could mean you are damn glad to have someone to spank you. All this seems to be overthinking it to me. I like to spank, I like to be spanked. It turns me on. No other rational is needed.
The only thing I have ever said about spanking that may be universally true is that once two people admit they share an interest in spanking that will be the last time they will fully agree on anything related to spanking.
So I got a note from a guy. His wife has agreed to spank him, maybe not as long or as hard as he would like, but he is working with her to “improve” the spankings. He would like to be submissive to her, to give himself to her. But, she will have none of that.
I can relate to her feelings. I have had more than a few women that wanted to be submissive to me. I am not bragging, I am saying how desperate they were. All of them were successful in their own right. An RN with two doctorates, a CPA, etc. I have never wanted any part in controlling another’s life. It’s all I can do to control my own life.
So I can understand wives who signed up for traditional marriage, with traditional sexual boundaries who find after the vows have been exchanged that their husband has a few more vows – that he wants to be spanked and have her control him.
And it course works the other way, wives reveal they want to be spanked, controlled after marriage. Witness all the DD blogs.
We can ask for a spanking. That takes nothing away from it for us.
Consider that in marriages where punishments spankings are given, don’t you find it odd that only the submissive one ever needs to be punished? The dominant one never makes a mistake. Fucking incredible to me.
I wish I could write a sexy tale about spanking like Ronnie frequently does. But, that is not me or Bacall.
A week or so back, Bacall was feeling bulletproof. I kept ramping up the paddle licks and she kept wiggling her bottom around and cooing inviting more and harder licks. After it was over, she saw that I was not using her holey paddle, but the stingy Teacher’s paddle. She was proud that she had taken so many licks with that paddle. She told me several times that day that she could still feel the residuals of the paddling.
Then she got the same thing three days later. She has been satisfied since.
I woke up from a morning nap thinking I needed a paddling. And not just any paddling. In my dream, I had on an athletic supporter. Not a sexy garment, but it has appeal for me as it seems that with the cheeks exposed you are just asking for it. And I was going to ask for it.
So it was going to be bare bottom from the start and to make it worse, my dream had the dreaded black paddle being used.
I put on the supporter, got the paddle and told Bacall that I needed to bend over the dining room chair and be paddled.
From the crack of the first lick, we both knew that something was different. It burned like never before. She was giddy with the sound the paddle was making and seeing me squirm. She could not keep from smiling and laughing.
After all these years, why did this paddling stand out? We can only speculate. You may recall she had foot surgery last September and just that week had got her new inserts. I am guessing the surgery plus the inserts gave her a firm platform and she was able to really get her hips into the swing for the first time in years.
After only eight licks, I felt well paddled and did not see any reason to continue. We retired to the bedroom.