My Ultimate Spanking Dream

I like to present different spanking topics, rather than the same material. This is a story I wrote in 1996. I think it was the first time I wrote about my fetish for wearing panties. So if that turns you off, feel free to click away. While Bacall had been paddling me in panties from the get go, this story marked the first time another woman played out our fantasy. So it was a dream until shortly after I wrote this.

It had been set up the week before. I found the address, parked and walked to the front door. It all went pretty much as she had lead me to expect, except for the very first thing. When I knocked on the door a lady’s voice asked me why I was there. I told her my name and that I was here because I had an appointment with Janet. The voice came through the door again “Yes, I know, but exactly why are you here”? I stammered into the closed door that I had come for a paddling. The door opened and a very attractive lady told me to come in. As she closed the door, she said her name was Patricia and that she was Janet’s friend and neighbor. She told me that Janet had been delayed and that she had called her to come over and let me in. She offered me a drink and volunteered that Janet would be along shortly.

I had not expected to be telling anyone else that I was going to be paddled today. I nodded my head in response to her while trying to gain my composure. Patricia handed me a glass and sat across from me on the couch, her skirt sliding up a pleasing amount. She asked me if this was my first time as easily as if she was talking about the weather. I said it was and gained the courage to ask if she and Janet were in this together. “Oh no,” she said, “Janet is the paddler. She did ask me to get you ready though. I guess you know what that means.” I flushed and stammered “I’m not sure.” She smiled and cooed “Sure you do – you’re going to take off your clothes and wait with me for Janet to get here and paddle your little bottom.”

My heart was pounding fast and I felt the strength leave me. She pursed her lips and said “So why don’t you take a sip of your drink and then take off your clothes and lay them on the chair in the corner.” I took a gulp, got up and started to do as she said. I did my shoes and socks first and then my shirt. I felt really foolish, taking off my clothes in front of her, while she remained fully clothed. She watched me as I fumbled with my belt and took off my trousers. When I was down to my briefs I just stood there and looked at her. I decided to stop undressing and I started back across the room to sofa. She reached behind a sofa cushion and brought out a pair of peach colored panties and held them up with both hands for me to see. With an impish smile she said, “You’re not done yet. Take off your shorts. Janet left these for you to put on. Aren’t they cute?” I know I must have blushed deeply, but after a pause I got my courage back and I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. Now totally naked, I took the long long walk across the room, my erection bobbing as I went, to get the panties from her. I pulled them on. I felt both foolish and aroused. My erection held the front of the panties out. I felt my bottom through the satin panties. While they were exciting to the touch, it was at the same time scary for the panties offered almost no protection from the paddle that would soon be applied to them. Besides, what must Patricia be thinking of me?

She told me I should finish my drink for Janet would be arriving soon. She was right.

When Janet came in, I stood up and said hello in a quavering voice. She looked at me but said nothing. She turned to Patricia said “You did a good job of getting him ready. Thanks.” I stood there nude, except for the peach colored girl’s panties, before two good looking and fully clothed women, one of whom was going to paddle me.

Janet turned to me and said in a low voice, “Don, you have come here for a paddling and that is exactly what I am going to give you. You got some good paddlings when you were in school, and I’m sure you can remember how they felt. I’m going to give you the same, except this time you will be wearing girls panties while I paddle your bottom.” Hearing her say what I already knew put my heart in my throat.

She just looked at me for a long moment as if she knew the effect the sentence she had just passed had on me and then she told me to follow her to the bedroom. A no nonsense principals paddle lay ready on the bed. She told me to stand at the side of the bed. I felt foolish standing there with a full erection, knowing that she was going to paddle me. It made no sense. I knew that, but it was my reality and while both embarrassed and nervous, I was still excited.

She told me to bend over the bed and rest my weight on my forearms. I had bent over many times before, but always on my palms, the extra few inches I was bent over, made my bottom, seem more venerable than ever before. For the first time since school days, my legs felt weak. I sensed that I was about to get a very through paddling.

She picked up the paddle and stepped to my left side. Things were moving very fast. She slapped the paddle on her palm and to told me to get ready. Without a pause, I felt her press the paddle to my cheeks; sighting her aim. I saw her arm go back and I felt the first lick. It was hard. She held the paddle in place for a second, then drew it back and gave the other cheek a lick. After about six licks, my bottom was starting to burn and I was shaking it around a bit. She followed my movements without missing a stroke.

After the tenth lick, she told me I could stand up and take a short break. I started rubbing my bottom and she said it was getting very red. I looked into the mirror over the dresser and saw she was not exaggerating; it was bright red from the center down to my legs. She certainly knew how and where to paddle. I told her I thought the licks were rather hard. She said she meant for them to be hard. She was only giving me 30 and wanted that to be sure that it was enough.

Before I was ready, she told me to resume my position over the bed. I asked her to wait just a few minutes more, but she said she would give me the first ten over again, if I did not bend over right away. When I bent over, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down to my knees. The panties were thin, but they had offered some protection from the paddle. Now I felt totally exposed and even more venerable. She resumed her position at my side and immediately started smacking my fanny with the paddle. With only fractions of a second between licks, she continued to apply the paddle alternately to each cheek. The licks burned like fire and I blubbered that she was scorching my bottom. She said, “Good, I mean for it to really sting,” and she continued swinging the paddle without a pause.

I lost count of the number of licks. I only knew the paddling was completed when she stepped away from the bed. I straightened up and again started rubbing my bottom; there was a real blaze in my backside. In a few moments, the erection that I had sported during the first ten licks, had somewhat lost during the second set, returned in full force and my hand went to it. She watched as I moved my hand back and forth. I needed relief and although I did not really expect any from her, I still asked if she would like to assist me in doing something about my swollen state. She reminded me that our agreement did not call for her assistance, and closed the door behind her. I didn’t need long to remedy the situation.

When I came back in the living room, Patricia was still sitting on the sofa – she had heard and knew everything. I felt I had to say something and stammered that Janet she really knew how to give a paddling. Patricia smiled. Janet said that she was pleased that I took it so well. However, there was something in the way she said it that clued me that further discussion of the paddling, my reason for being there, was now at an end. So I said I would be going and she told me to be good and that she would see me next Sunday night.

I looked for a picture to illustrate the paddling. I don’t have one that shows the woman clothed and the man bent over a bed being paddled.

The Paddle

I have seen a few girl-on-girl paddlings. Bacall does a fine job. I have never seen them go easy on their sisters.

A Nu-West classic. Time has not reduced it’s appeal to me.

Something almost never seen, paddled in a dress.

Assume The Position

This may sting a little

Paddling Debbie

Debbie loved to have her bubble butt paddled. I was honored to do so.

The First Time – She wore a schoolgirl outfit – her idea

Bending over the dining room chair that she checked for proper spanking height before buying

Bacall gives her what-for

A Sunday morning going away paddling

Bulls eyes! – Just getting started

Our custom spoon in action

More?

The Rest Of The Story

First this

Bacall was fixing lunch when I came through the kitchen. I took down one of the spoons that hang on the side of a cabinet. She saw me do it and lost count of the pasta shells she was counting from the box to the pan. She started the count again as I stood watching her. She knew she was going to feel the spoon and was counting rather slowly. Count completed, she said, “I guess you want me to bend over the counter?” “Of course.” She stuck it out and I gave her some moderate pops over her pants. I finally got a weak Ooh from her and stopped. She said, “You know it was really hard for me to keep my wise-ass mouth from saying Is that all you got?”.

I will never get ahead of her.

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A month so so back, I posted this picture of a paddle someone bought on ebay. They wondered what the people who signed the paddle would say now about their encounter with the paddle.

In a more recent post, this Fli-Back paddle was shown.

This prompted a reader to tell the rest of his story:

Wendy and I had been spanking each other as foreplay since our early 20’s – mostly me spanking her either by hand or with a very “gentle” paddle which I had made at her suggestion. Almost right from the beginning, it was common for us to switch, Bacall would call it a “joint action”, but Wendy was by far and away the most frequent recipient.

By the early ’80s, when we were newlyweds in our early 30’s, we frequented yard/garage sales as a recreational activity. There were several communities near us that would have community-wide sales; these were sometimes great sources of bargains. We frequently looked way more than we purchased.

By this time in our spanking relationship, I was also receiving at least 40% of the time and was getting a little bored with our gentle paddle but had not taken any action to replace it.

One Saturday morning we were out and about and happened upon a community yard sale.  At our last stop in one neighborhood, we were browsing the “nice junk” belonging to a couple in their late 50’s. I happened upon an unpainted Fli-Back paddle stirred into a box of other stuff and it reminded me of some of my childhood experiences.  I picked up the paddle and showed it to Wendy who responded only with a bit of a smile and a raised eyebrow – I just nodded by way of a response. Wendy took the paddle, tucked it under her arm, and resumed browsing the tables.

Wendy took the paddle and a few other small items over to the table to pay the lady of the house. The lady took the items one at a time, but gave a little start and a bit of a blush followed by a small, knowing smile when Wendy handed her the paddle.  They had that female radar thing going and each knew the purpose of our paddle purchase.  Their only unspoken questions were who had been getting spanked, and who was going to be spanked with it!

As we left, I saw her whispering to her husband and nodding towards us as we got into our car.  Once in the car, Wendy blurted out – “Oh, my God! She knew we are going to use that paddle for spankings!”  My response was – “Only on bare bottoms….. me first!” (Selfish, but I did find it!)

Minutes later, as soon as we got home, the paddle was being tested, and was quickly adopted as my favorite.  It is a bit too intense for Wendy when applied with any force at all.

As the years have passed, and we are now older than the couple we bought this paddle from, I am the recipient of 90%+ of the spankings in our home.  Wendy is quite happy to serve as the spanker and only occasionally finds herself “in the mood” to receive a spanking. The end game is always the same as when we started out as youngsters – sex always follows a spanking – no matter who gives or receives.

At some point, I glued a piece of thick leather to one side of this paddle. The leather-covered side seems to have a bit less sting than the wooden side.  This allows Wendy to “change” paddles in mid-spanking simply by flipping the paddle in her hand – always maintaining an element of surprise for me.

We have many paddles and a few different straps that we have collected over the years, but this one remains my favorite implement.  I cannot even guess how many times this paddle has landed on my bare fanny – certainly in the thousands…….and thankfully it is not showing any serious signs of wear!

Less than $1, it was the best entertainment/marriage enhancement/pleasure purchase ever!

Now you know the rest of the story! – Paul Harvey

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So I got to thinking how much fun it would be to get together with other switchy couples – there are only a few in the world – and tell about how they acquired a paddle, how it was used and what it felt like. Optionally they would be able to ask someone to use it on them – yeah right in front of all the others. Or someone would ask if they could paddle them.

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The caption is belied by her eager smile, see-through bra, and lack of panties. She IS going to paddle him and his “bottom will burn”, he appears to be perfectly willing to accept it but the spanking is just a preliminary to their real planned activities – which they are both looking forward to.  I suspect he is a willing/eager participant in the impending spanking and we would discover he is fully erect if the photo’s angle was changed by 90°.

 

The Valley Of Fire – Reprise

This is from 2015, Bacall wrote part of it. Here it is again, with proper punction and misspelled words corrected.

We are traveling in our motor home from one fantastic place to another. Today we are in the Valley of Fire State Park which is about 50 miles from Las Vegas. This is our first time here. This place has some fantastically colored and oddly eroded rocks. A wonderland of geology. Even in March, the weather is delightfully warm.

We arrived just before noon. We found a parking place that is U-shaped. High rock walls on three sides. Perfect privacy. For some reason, I thought of our decorative boat paddle which hangs on the wall. I took it down and we tried it out in our private canyon. The sound reverberated off the rock. I decided that it could be confused with driving tent stakes in the ground or splitting firewood. Besides, there was no one else around. So we took turns warming each other up with it. And it did exactly that and not just to our backsides. We hatched a plan to ratchet up our play the next morning. So with stinging bottoms, we took a short scenic drive and were back for lunch. While Bacall was fixing sandwiches, I asked her to come out and give me some more pops. Well, she wanted more also. So we had lunch on stinging bottoms. Still, we were thinking of delaying play until the next day – going for the teasing and anticipation factors.

fish paddleThe Fish Paddle

We wanted to rest for a short time before we took off to explore the park. That’s when our plan fell apart. When she took off her pants, I told her I wanted to paddle her. She was on board with that and I got her favorite holey paddle and started slow and easy for a few dozen licks, gradually upping the intensity. She started wiggling her naughty bottom around and I knew she was feeling quite randy. I used my left hand to fondle her and continued paddling with my right. I finally decided screw tomorrow we are going to do it right now. Our trusty vibrator was close by, so I slipped it on my left hand and continued to paddle her. Well, wouldn’t you know she came twice – rather loudly. Loud enough for anyone walking by to know what was up. Good for her.

When she came down off the ceiling, she wanted a piece of male tail. And I wanted her to have mine. I gave her our meanest stingy paddle. She said she was not going to hold back and I told her to go for it. After a few licks, I knew she meant business and was wiggling around. She told me to stay in position as she was far from though. I don’t know how many licks she gave me, but she sure had me on fire. Both back and front.

She slipped the vibrator on her hand and I erupted in short order. And then you know what she did? She put it back on herself and won the Triple Crown.

All in all, it was like we were 30 years younger. I think we will stay here for a while, maybe the red rocks are rejuvenative?

The Wooden Paddle

 

Novelty Paddle – How many millions of these have been sold?

Do these ever work! We have one that hangs in our motor home.

I would love to hear from all the bottoms this has roasted.

 

The paddle in action

In the classic position

Happy Birthday

Paddle Her Socks Off

After Effects

The Problem Solver

Looks Like a Good One To Me

Seems to have the desired effect

Public Service Announcement About Paddles

I have always liked to play with women who like a wooden paddle. Some women want nothing to do with a wood paddle. They think it’s brutal. It can be.

How a paddle feels varies dramatically. Length, width, and thickness all play a role. But, wood density plays a much larger role.  What?

Some woods have more air between the cells than others. At the extreme, Balsa, used to make toy airplanes, is one of the lightest – less dense woods.

At the other end are woods like teak, myrtlewood, mahogany, padauk, and bloodwood which are all very dense and so heavy they are not suitable for paddles in thicknesses over 1/4″. Unless you want a club.

Sadly, the most colorful woods and also the woods most easily tooled are the denser ones.

I could not locate a table showing all woods but this shows some commonly used woods used in furniture, paneling, etc.

The far-right column is the one of interest in this case. Higher numbers mean thuddier paddles. The lower numbers make for stingy paddles. Plenty of surface sting, but no deep muscle bruising. [Surface bruising is a whole other topic]

Alder, Pine and Redwood make light stingy paddles. I think they are OK up to 1/2″. These are all softwoods and do not tool well. We have several pine paddles and over time they will develop small nicks if not put down with care. Still, I think they make the best paddles. I can not recall seeing Pine paddles for sale simply because they do not have the desired professional look due to their low density. Yet, they will set any bottom on fire.

If you want a “pretty” paddle, Cherry or Maple will fit the bill, but 1/4 and 3/8 thicknesses would be best to keep it on the stingy rather than thuddy end of the scale. One caveat. A 1/4 inch paddle is prone to break. This usually thrills the receiver. So just have a backup paddle.

I will close with my opinion on holes, they are all in the mind of the user and receiver. They don’t make a paddle any more severe, except in the mind. Just be sure the holes are countersunk so they will not cut bare skin.

Grandpa

I’ll bet you have seen this guy – Tubaman. He must make several spanking videos a week. I don’t care for them, but as usual, I am in the minority as he would not be making so many of them unless the money was there. So good for him.

I know a little about him from friends who know him from spanking parties. One lass described him as a legend in his own mind. Years ago he told me he wanted to join every spanking group in the country. Our group was a little too intimate for drop-ins, so we declined him.

He makes most of the videos at spanking parties where there is an abundance of bottoms, especially spanking models. You know the gals with otherworldy hair colors and cheerleader outfits that don’t fit.

The off-putting thing to me in some of his promo videos are the lame paddle licks he gives followed by screams, bottom rubbing and drama from the women. But, folks, it’s selling.

I called out his lame paddle licks on Twitter. He replied that since I did not have many followers and he had thousands…well you get the idea.

He has several promotionals called 100 Swats clips, where he gives a single lick to numerous gals. Here’s an example. After 1:12 seconds of credits, he gives her a single lick over her jeans then she jumps around and rubs her bottom for 15 seconds. It continues with more of the same with different models.

100 Swats

It’s great that he is so successful, he never held a job that will pay a pension, so it’s a good deal for him.

I’m not being critical, just laughing while he laughs all the way to the bank.

Witnessing A Paddling – An Audition With Ed

I recently posted a few stills of Ed Lee paddling a lass. A reader’s comment inspired me to write this vignette. [I use the term vignette to indicate I have not fleshed out the story or dialog. I am lazy. You do it.

Sharon was visiting her older cousin, Elizabeth, over the summer break before her senior year. She was enjoying her freedom away from her parents and had just celebrated her 21st birthday. Her cousin told her she had an audition for a part in an adult film. No sex, but it was kinky. She was going to have a take a paddling to be considered for the role. Elizabeth invited her to come along. Elizabeth wore a tight sleeveless knit top and short shorts. Not her normal style of dressing, but it was what she was told to wear.

The audition was not in Hollywood, but in an office in a warehouse district in east LA. Sharon was introduced to Ed Lee, the owner, and director. Ed said she was welcome to watch the audition which would only take a few minutes.
Ed talked with Elizabeth. He asked her if she had ever been paddled. Then he explained he would give her 10 licks with the frat-style paddle he was holding in his hand. He expected her to stay in position no matter how much it stung. How she took her licks would determine if she would be offered the role in the film where she would again be paddled.
Sharon was slightly startled by the frank language, but also drawn witnessing the paddling of her cousin who had sometimes lorded over her to have her way. Without further discussion, Ed told Elizabeth to bend over and grab ahold of her ankles and not to let go. Ed stepped to her side pulled the paddle back and with body English let the paddle fly into Elizabeth’s fleshy bottom. It cracked and Elizabeth exhaled a muffled cry. Somehow she managed to take another nine licks while remaining in position. When she stood up her hands immediately went to massage her bottom.
Ed told her she had the part with the standard appearance rate of $1,500. He turned to Sharon and asked she would like to also audition.
Sharon’s mind flashed back to the last time her parents paddled her when she was in HS.
Will Sharon take the audition?
I see three sections that could be expanded. What Sharon was thinking about while Elizabeth was being paddled. Second, what were her memories of her last paddling from her parents? And of course what she was thinking about taking Ed up on his offer.]
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Being spanked with a witness is a hot button for many girls and boys. It’s also a no-go zone for others. We have enjoyed watching others being spanked and Bacall, for sure, has enjoyed showing off while being spanked in front of others. I am not a great performer while being paddled, but I have enjoyed it immensely when two women paddled me.

I was asked to witness the spanking of one young lady. Her spanker asked me, but it was her idea. I did my best to hold my tongue and let the scene play out.

Ed Lee Paddles

Before we get to Ed Lee, I want to share with you a spanking clip, a unique one. The girl says she is not into spanking but wanted one anyway and he gives her one. His voice sounds like the guy agoodspankin on SpankingTube.

He made his own job. I had never seen this photo sequence.

What a job, paddling hundreds of women and making a living doing it.