I came across this 15-second clip. I don’t know if it is amateur or pro. Perhaps one of you perverts will recognize the spanker or the room.

I would like to think it’s two women settling accounts.

Some may say it’s extreme. Not having examined the strap I could not say. How the leather is tanned makes all the difference.

I found the body English the spanker uses enticing. I have never noticed a man using such pronounced body English.

Don’t watch it while you are in a Zoom meeting. Grin


A few more images of body English in action


I saw that most commenters on another blog felt that spanking someone else or being spanked by someone other than their spouse was cheating. They felt that spanking was far too intimate to be done with anyone other than their spouse.

I could brand them as uptight, jealous, immature, etc. When I should just compliment them on their fidelity.

Bacall and I must be heathens, as we have both enjoyed spanking others and being spanked by others. Damn good fun to us. Lots of good memories. It definitely upped our game from the ideas we got from others.

Boosting The Sting

The Wet Spanking – I don’t know the physics behind it, but spankings on a wet bottom sting more – a lot more.

I gave my first wet spanking by having her soak her panties in cold water and put them back on before spanking her. I have used spray bottles in an attempt keep the bottom wet. I noticed when the light was just right that a single paddle lick caused the water to explode into the air. I was not going to spray, paddle, spray, paddle. I decided we would get in the shower so the shower head was on her bottom and go after it hard and fast. I seldom got much reaction from the iron bottom gal I first tried this one, but within seconds she was squirming and squealing. Success!

Body lotion and mineral oil work just as well as getting in the shower.

  1. Thigh Fries – Bacall had the idea of me to paddling her inner thighs. She said the inside of her legs were directly connected to her clit. Judging by her reaction I knew she was right. We used a wooden sail batten, which is much like a long ruler. I also used it on her most sensitive area in a light tap-tap-tap fashion. After her thigh fry I would paddle her bottom.

I decided to try this, and I loved it. I did not much care for the licks on my inner thighs, but I really liked it on the front and back of my thighs. I liked the hot stings on my thigh knowing that I still had a paddling coming.

As Close As I Got To Being Spanked By a M-I-L

A faithful reader’s experience.

Recently I received a phone call from an old girlfriend of mine. Her name is Ashley She called me to tell me of her mom’s passing. Her mom was 94.

During the conversation, we spoke about old times and she jarred a forgotten memory of a time when her mom caught the two of us engaging in extracurricular activities.

I go back some 50 plus years with this woman. We were just turning 16 at the time I met her in school and we started dating. Ashley had just recently moved to NYC from New Orleans with her mom at the time. Her mom had just divorced and thought it best to pick up and move north to start a new life.
Her mom was a strict southern woman, attractive as hell, tall, blonde, great figure but she always had a way about her that scared the crap out of me. Ashley was attractive too. She had her mom’s looks but she was always about getting away with as much as she could without her mom finding out.
So we’d be together whenever we could. Typical kid stuff. Movies, parties, we’d find some quiet corner of a room to make out. After some time together we both decided we wanted more. Sex that was. Our birthdays were a day apart and we decided we were going to “do it” to celebrate our turning 16. The only problem was where. The only place we could come up with was Ashley’s house.  Her mom worked during the day, the place was empty. We decided to go for it.
We cut school one weekday morning and headed back to Ashley’s home. Once we were sure her mom was gone we went in and quickly began making out on the sofa in the living room. In short order, it went from kissing to grabbing to removing clothing. We were both totally naked when we took the show into Ashley’s bedroom.  I even had a condom with me for the occasion. The two of us were now in her bed all excited under the covers. I was finally on top of her trying my best to sink the sausage when suddenly we heard the front door open.
We both froze in panic. Then we heard her moms’ voice calling out “who’s here”. We were too scared to answer. We couldn’t even attempt to leave, all our clothes were outside in the living room. We laid there under the covers while we heard her mom walk around the house and eventually walk into the bedroom.
“What is going on in here,“ she screamed. We were shaking in fear, couldn’t even speak. She grabbed the covers and pulled them off us. “Exact words I don’t remember but they were loud and threatening.
She yelled at us both to get up and go out into the living room. All I recall was her screaming about two kids having sex in her house and what was she to do.
Ashley was in tears, I was so scared I couldn’t move.
We both were standing there naked while her mom paced back and forth yelling.
I never saw someone so mad, it really had me worried as to what she would do.
This went on for several minutes. The yelling, the pacing, the looks.
Suddenly it was like something snapped in her.
“I know how to handle this,” she said.  She grabbed Ashley by the arm and dragged her over to the kitchen table. She grabbed one of the chairs, pulled it out and sat down, and then pulled Ashley across her lap.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this, she said. Now you’re going to get it good. “
She started spanking Ashley fast and hard. I could almost feel it from where I was standing. Ashley was kicking and crying like crazy but her mom kept it up.
She wasn’t just laying a spanking on her she continued to chastise her for what she had done.
At some point, she stopped the spanking and looked directly at me saying “you’re next” and then continued the thrashing of her daughter.
I was now paralyzed with fear. I sure as hell didn’t want that happening to me but the reality was I had little choice. There was no way I could escape this.
Finally, she stopped with Ashley’s punishment. She told her to get up and stand there to watch what was going to happen to her boyfriend.
Now her mom looked at me and ordered me over to her side. I could hardly move. She said it once again and still, I couldn’t move. Now, she got up off the chair and came over to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me back to where the chair was. She sat down and pulled me across her lap.
In seconds my ass was on fire. She spanked me harder than her daughter for sure. I could hear her scolding me as well but the words were a blur. I didn’t know how much I could take. I was in tears.  She eventually stopped or so I thought. I heard her tell Ashley to go fetch her hairbrush. Ashley was crying and  begging her mom to stop but at the threat of more Ashley retrieved the hairbrush
Her mom was determined to finish my spanking using that brush which she did rather convincingly.
The spanking probably lasted maybe five minutes but it felt like hours.
When she finally stopped and let me up I couldn’t stop crying. Both Ashley and I stood there trying to rub our bottoms while her mom continued to chastise us for what we had done.
Her mom eventually told me to get dressed and also told me to never see Ashley again.
Ashley was told to go to her room, her punishment was going to continue.
Her mom led me to the door and saw me out.
Of course, I saw Ashley again after that. We would still sneak off to places.

I guess that’s as close to being spanked by one’s mother-in-law as I ever got.

Five Clips


Heatseeker – Several to choose from

Fun Birthday Spanking

School Swats

F/M Paddling

Growing Up Jim – IV

This the fourth of a series by a regular reader.

I know I never told you about my GF’s only two discipline spankings.  I honestly cannot remember what she had done to warrant either spanking.  I do remember they were strictly her idea and done at her request sometime in her mid-20’s.  By this time we had been using spanking as sexual foreplay for about 5 years and had our own paddle (I have sent you a photograph previously). I described mom’s spanking procedure in detail and after some self-deliberation; she decided she deserved a paddle / belt spanking.

I told her that mom’s spankings were much more painful and severe than anything we had ever done and that the paddle mom used was considerably more “stingy” than ours – “OK, I deserve it” was her response and asked me to use mom’s paddle if I could get it.  Since we lived close by, a visit to mom’s house did not arouse any suspicion and neither did my trip to the basement to retrieve a tool (along with the paddle). I wondered what mom would have said (or done!) if she caught me snitching the paddle.  I think I told you that the last spanking I got from my mom was when I was 27.

By the time I had retrieved mom’s paddle it was a few days after GF’s initial request.  I announced that I had everything needed and asked if she still wanted me to spank her.  She said yes, but requested that we wait until Friday night so she would not have to sit all day at work on the following day – I agreed.

Friday night came and following dinner she suggested that we both take a shower and then I should spank her.

We showered together with a minimum of inappropriate touching and then retired to the bedroom where she had set out a wooden chair with mom’s paddle and my widest leather belt lying on the seat.

She stripped out of her bathrobe and bent over the chair and simply said, “I’m ready for my spanking.”  I swatted her fanny with the paddle which drew a short gasp – “Is that as hard as your mom spanks you?” she demanded.  “I want a spanking like your mom would give you!”, so I proceeded to land 20+ very firm swats on her bare bottom which left her gasping and shedding a few tears.

A minute later she had composed herself and said she was ready for the belt.  I had never delivered as hard a spanking as I just had and her fanny looked very red when I started with the belt.  It was much redder when I finished and marked with triangles where the belt tip had landed.  She was crying freely when she stood up and thanked me for spanking her.  Sore bottom or not, she was very aroused and we retired to bed with her on top and me rubbing her hot, tender bottom for the duration.  She wore the little triangular marks for 2 days before they faded in time for her to go back to work on Monday.

Her second disciplinary spanking was essentially a copy of this one, except she toyed with the idea of getting a belt / switch spanking until I delivered one stroke of a switch onto her bare fanny as a demonstration – she decided that a paddle / belt spanking was all she really deserved. Again, I don’t remember her perceived offense which warranted her second discipline spanking.

These two spankings must have really “taught her” better behavior since it has been almost 40 years since she “deserved a spanking” for discipline.  There have been a lot of spankings for both her and me since then; always bare, usually with a paddle and always followed by sex of some variety which ended in orgasm for both of us.  “The ultimate purpose of a spanking is pleasure!” – even for bad girls.  

This is a photo of our very first paddle.  This is the one that I made specifically at Wendys request 40 or so years ago and the only one that she has ever liked to be applied to her bare bottom.  For her, it is my hand or this paddle and neither one in too great a quantity or force – a just barely blushing fanny is what she likes. 

This paddle was hastily made using some 1/8″ peg board covered on both sides with artist’s matte board, taped around the edges, hand lettered and decorated with a photo of a spankable female bottom cut out from a Playboy magazine.

I never noticed this before, but “fannies” is misspelled on this paddle!

Usually, when it is brought out there are other things on our minds…..and proof reading is not one of them! I am amazed that Wendy has never noticed it – she is a stickler for spelling.

This picture shows the 3 paddles which we use – these are the ones which have withstood the test of time. We have tried other implements over the years but have always returned to paddles after brief experiments with other things. 

From left to right:

This is a “fly back” paddle – the 50’s & 60’s kid’s toy which supposedly developed kids’ eye / hand co-ordination by hitting a small rubber ball attached by a rubber band to one side of the paddle.  As a general rule, the rubber band broke quickly and the resulting paddle was usurped by a parent and used to refine their eye / fanny co-ordination on their kid’s bottoms.

Wendy and I bought this when we were in our early 30’s at a yard sale for a quarter from a middle aged couple – the woman looked at us somewhat knowingly and blushed (flushed maybe?) a bit during the sale – she had to make change for us – we always wondered how many times this paddle had smacked her or their bare bottoms! I think Wendy and the older woman had that female radar thing going on and they both knew exactly what that paddle had been, and would be, used for! Why they were selling it?…I guess they found something that they liked better.  Or, maybe they put it in the sale just to see who would buy it, perhaps if purchased by an acquaintance or close by neighbor they could develop a relationship later.  I did notice that the woman pointed us out to her husband as we were leaving – something was definitely up! 

By the time we bought this, I was being paddled as least as frequently as Wendy, and frequently we would both be paddled in a single session.  I initiated this purchase at the garage sale, since our first paddle was not really stingy enough for me – this was undoubtedly the very best 25 cent investment we have ever made! 

This is the same model as utilized by my mother in my youth, except this one has been modified for “variety”. As shown on the side which is up in the photo – I found a piece of heavy tanned leather and glued it to one side of the paddle.  This added a bit of weight to the paddle and provides a choice for the spanker – leather on one side, wood on the other.  Both sides sting – I maintain that the leather side stings a bit less than the wood side.

This paddle is too intense for Wendy, it is for me only and always has been.  It is kind of cool in that Wendy can “secretly” change paddles during a session by simply flipping the paddle in her hand which adds an element of surprise – I like it!

The center white paddle is our original.

On the right is an oak paddle which I made about 15 years ago. I did not set out to make a paddle, but sometimes things happen – happy accidents so to speak.  I had recently purchased a power planer and was practicing on some scrap oak left over from some project.  I started with a piece of 1x oak and had planed it down to about 3/8″ – 5/16″ thickness.  As is the case with much handheld power plane work, the thickness is not perfectly even – so this piece of wood tapers a bit.

I was about to toss the wood into my kindling pile when my active mind envisioned a paddle!  Cutting to shape, gluing of pine grips, further shaping and sanding followed and this paddle was born. Pine grips and a red oak paddle – soft on the hand, hard on the red fanny – that’s how it should be!

This is a side view of the oak paddle showing the taper and grips.This paddle has a LOT of sting (at least as measured by MY built insting-o-meter).  Soon after I finished this paddle, I presented it to Wendy andrequested a 50 swat spanking – she complied, I stuck it out, but it was too much.  Since that time we still use it occasionally, but just fewer swats.

Two of these paddles got used on me last Sunday night – I had requested (and got) a repeat of my last birthday’s spanking – 21 by hand; 21 with the fly back paddle; and 21 with the oak paddle – all bare as always! It is unusual for us to change paddles in the middle of a spanking but it added some interest back on my birthday and was worth a repeat.  As usual, other activities followed my spanking.