A Dream

I don’t dream a lot. At least I have few dreams that I recall when conscious. I had a totally new one the last week. Christmas themed. I was really buff looking. Back to my 20’s. Solid abs. I was nude, my only covering was a gold sparkly sock over my balls. My large and ample penis looked a little longer. Such are dreams.

I was looking down a snow covered street lined on both sides with women holding decorated paddles. Some of the paddles even had lights on them.

The women smiling and giggling well fortified with wine. I was going to have to pass through the gauntlet and take their paddles.

Looks like 2022 will be a rehash of 2021. You have the play the cards you are dealt. We may all need some luck to stay sane.

 

One For Fun

 

I suppose there a several stories that could be constructed from this picture. Based on the multiple dining room tables, the photo on the wall and the ages of the gals, I would guess this is on a college campus. No Greek letters on the Bullwackers paddle. The gal with the paddle is smiling so I deem it as they are both having fun. Maybe a challenge?

Bend Over

“Bend Over” Possibly the two most feared words of my youth. Those words were usually part of a longer sentence. “Bend over and grab your ankles” or “Bend over and hold on to the other side of the desk”.

Those were scary words then. Now they are exciting.

When Bacall says “Bend over and put your elbows on the bed” I am in heaven.

Here are a half dozen guys bent over for the paddle.

The Wood Paddle

I mentioned in September that readership had dropped. Then it recovered.  Last week readership dropped precipiously. Like down by 2/3! WTF!


This is an old one. It popped up in my feed the other day. Since it’s one of my all-time favs, I thought I would share it.

“Mom” knows how to deliver a stingy bottom.

Here, you will need this.

I recall being paddled at school in this position

And then the fun began

Five Clips

Hairbrushed

https://www.spankingtube.com/video/105162/super-quick-hairbrush-spanking-clip

Heatseeker – Several to choose from

https://www.spankingtube.com/search/videos?search_query=HeatSeeker

Fun Birthday Spanking

School Swats

https://www.spankingtube.com/video/60649/school-swats-mable-exclusive-trailer-from-realspankings

F/M Paddling

Women Paddling Women

For you sickos that like to watch women paddling women, here are four clips.

A woman is paddled in a school setting.

A light-hearted one from 2014.

https://www.spankingtube.com/video/42692/cause-for-paws-2014-thank-you-video

Differences settled with a paddle at Nu-West

https://xhamster.com/videos/pennys-paddling-4265796#mlrelated

Another Nu-West Lilli Xene Meets Joanne and Karen

https://www.xvideos.com/video6185812/nwv-212_lilli_xene_meets_joanne_and_karen

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.