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°.

 

Full Throttle Paddling

Every few years, Bacall does something that I feel she needs to be paddled for. She suffers, or should I say I suffer, from her Empty Container Syndrome.

You don’t know what that is? Well, as an example, it’s when you put a pack of sliced cheese with only one slice remaining back in the refrigerator and do not note it on the shopping list. 

I settled her account this morning with several brisks paddle licks. I then followed with a normal paddling.

I figured there would be payback and there was. She found her arm was in really good form and paddled me full throttle.

Couples Spanked Together

My number one fantasy that I did not completely fulfill is Bacall and I being spanked together by another switchy couple. Well, we did swap paddlings with three couples. But. They all asked me how we should do it and me being me laid it out without considering a few things I should have. I should have let the girls decide how to go about it. It was great fun, but years later I came up with the idea of our being paddled standing side-by-side or better over a table facing each other. That would have been so much better. Hindsight.

I recently wrote about Sue paddling me. It was Sue and her husband Russ, Bacall and I that all got in the same room and paddled one another. It was good fun, but in hindsight, it could have been handled better if I had let the girls handle it.

What’s different about the couples spankings I talk about here are that everyone spanked and everyone got spanked and by their partner. There was no punishment aspect to it, just fun.

Mutually Consensual Paddling

A few days ago I gave Bacall a dose of my belt. For fun as always. From the first lick, she was in distress. I continued for a short time, but she could not break out of the pain. I was not hitting her hard at all. This sometimes happens. It pisses her off that she can get her mind to the place to enjoy it. She said we should try it again the next day, we did and all was right.

She said she should bend me over the next day. I agreed. The next day went by and so did the next two and my bottom remained white. At breakfast, I asked what the hell it took to get a paddling. Not much it turned out, just a reminder.

Getting Back To Fun On A Sunday Morning

Last week we had a short spanking session to see if we would still like it after a health imposed hiatus of six months. It must have been good for her as she told me she wanted to have another session today. She thought we should stand bent over in opposite directions, call it the standing 69 position and paddle each other.

Well, 69 did not happen. She was too eager to get started. I heard her say something about let’s get started while I was in the bathroom. When I came out she was bent over the bed in black panties. I figured why fight it? Go with the flow. Afterward, I asked why she did not try the 69, she said she forgot.

It was a stellar day for her. She was most eager to be spanked. So I started out taking her panties down and spanking her with my hand because I wanted to. I only spank at one speed with my hand – hard. So I got the ow’s right away. Then my belt, then a leather strap and then her favorite wood paddle. The latter got lots of ow’s. My favorite word to hear! The ow’s were mixed with laughs and giggles. Something told me she was going to ask for more and she did. She wanted four with the ever evil red paddle. I delivered them smartly and she was a happy girl.

 

People have asked if pictures like this one were taken midway through the spanking – just a medium shade of pink. Well, that is as pink as she ever gets. The same paddling on someone else might not show up at all. Another lass might be well marked. Color has little to do with how severe or how long the spanking.

After a proper aftercare interlude, she put the heavy artillery to me. Not that many licks, but more than enough for the new me. Or should it be the older me? Then we had another aftercare interlude which was much shorter than hers, but long enough.

We expect that she will be a great grandmother shortly and that calls for a special spanking.

Mutual Masturbation

Well, that’s not exactly what this is about, but it’s really close. I have observed that we are in a minority within a minority. We spank just for sexual pleasure. That’s just 20% of all spanko’s. Then we are both switches who switch with each other. As my Mother would say, that’s are rare as hen’s teeth. Maybe we are one-percenters?

The paddlings in our early marriage were for one of us. Either Bacall or I would be the receiver. The next day usually the other would be catching. It just seemed to way to do it. A decade or so went by and Bacall decided we would have what she calls Joint Action sessions. I will never forget that term. That meant we would take turns paddling each other before we engaged in sex. Sometimes she wanted it to be all about her or all about me, but the default has been joint action sessions.

We settled in a pattern of me spanking her first. I am rigid before we even get going and it excites her to know that I want her. While I paddle her I keep her stimulated and always try to give her an orgasm or two.

When she has recovered, she bends me over and puts the paddle to me. This gets me even more excited. I like to take a few licks and take a break and kiss her while she strokes me. It’s an absolutely wonderful feeling –  a hot bottom and her hand stroking me until I am close to orgasm. Then it’s back over for more licks.

However, this creates a dilemma for me. After a break of even three minutes, my bottom gets numb and the licks don’t sting.  If I can’t feel it, why bother, so I only get half of a paddling with a break. It’s a difficult choice, I want both, but I can only have it one way. I can choose a hot bottom and delayed caressing or a warm bottom and lots of caressing. With the latter, I feel I have cheated myself.

We evolved to have a very short break, with a few kisses and strokes before resuming the paddling.

 

A Holiday Tradition

Bacall started Red Panties And Paddles Days 20+ years ago. At first, it was the 12 days before Christmas. Then we learned the actual 12 Days were after Christmas, so we did both. Now it’s the whole month. Every day this month she has gotten her red panties paddled, usually with our red Fli Back paddle – the one she put my stocking our first Christmas. I have not escaped, she has put the wood to me a few times. Most days, it’s only 6-8 pops, but twice she received the extended play version to her delight.

At the Fireplace


For example, the other morning I asked how she wanted her paddling. Her request was simple, to be paddled in the foyer bent over the back of a chair so she could look into the living room at the decorations she put up the day before. I gave her a long and hard paddling while she twitched her fanny around and sang made up words to the Chick A Boom tune. Her bottom got hot and so did she. 

Do you have any holiday spanking traditions?

A Reader’s Most Memorable Spanking

One August about 30 years ago, Wendy and I had a 35’ trawler chartered on the Bay. We had chartered this boat in previous years and we were due to anchor for the night in our most favorite anchorage on the entire Bay that evening.

We arrived at the anchorage about 3:00 in the afternoon and set our anchor back in the center of the almost round and very private cove.  Surrounded by trees on three sides and open to the main body of the river on the remaining side; there is but one house across the river that can even see our boat. The treed sides of the cove open onto corn fields with no houses in sight anywhere.  Pleasure boat traffic on the river was sporadic as some fellow cruisers headed on up the river to a much more popular anchorage.

We had been to this cove before and it afforded a significant level of privacy especially after dark; much to Wendy’s liking, as she finds outdoor sex particularly exciting and enjoyable.

It was blazing hot and we decided a swim was needed to cool off.  Once in the water, it was not very long before Wendy was groping inside of my swimsuit having already shed and tossed her suit onto the swim platform.  She hauled out and was sitting naked on the swim platform when a small boat of fishermen rounded a bend in the river just in time to get a good look before they were noticed by us.  Wendy made a hasty entry back into the water as the fishermen laughed and waved – what can you do? – waving back was really the only option……..

I teasingly told her that flashing the fishermen was very naughty.  She responded by saying that I was right and that maybe she should be spanked for her brazenness.  

We retired to the cabin where I proceeded to spank her already bare fanny to a pale pink with my hand. Wendy said she had been very naughty and deserved more spanking; I obliged using a paddle which we had brought along. Having turned her bottom a much brighter shade of pink we retired to the master stateroom for other more gentle activities.

Afterward, Wendy playfully smacked my bottom and I told her, “Later”.

Emerging from the cabin, we noted with dismay that another cruising boat had anchored across the river and appeared to be planning to spend the night. I could hear the other couple talking on their boat and knew that they would certainly hear any outdoor paddling activities. This was going to spoil my plans of enjoying an open air paddling and outdoor sex after sundown.  I could tell that Wendy was also disappointed with their appearance. I needed a plan and it did not take long to formulate.

I invented some excuse for the trip and hopped into our inflatable dinghy and rowed the short distance to the small sandy beach at one edge of the cove while Wendy worked on a light dinner.  Once on shore, I went in search of a location and the appropriate tools.  It did not take me long to find a suitable downed tree and, reverting to my childhood, prepare several switches – virtually silent implements but plenty stingy!

Sipping on some wine after dinner, I suggested to Wendy that I had been just as naughty as she had been that afternoon and should also be spanked.  She heartily agreed but commented that we would have to wait due to the presence of the other boat; that she did not want them to hear my paddling.  I told her that there would not be any noise and that everything needed was already waiting in on the beach.

S-o-o-o-o-o, what should I wear to spank my naked husband on the beach?”, she purred.

“Something easy to remove.” was my answer. I knew she was “all in” and that just added to my excitement level.

The level of the wine bottle and darkness both fell.  Wendy went into the cabin and returned wearing a long loose garment which she calls a mumu and announced it was time for me to be spanked – that I should go get myself and the dinghy ready for our trip to the beach. It was still hot and I opted for just a pair of cut-offs knowing that she planned for me to be naked very soon anyway.

While I rowed to the beach she commented that I was “in for it” as her fanny was still stinging from her afternoon paddling – that she was ready to deliver.  I reminded her that she had asked for more, “and you delivered; but now it’s your turn.”

We beached the dinghy and I lead her to the downed tree and handed her the switches.  She had never used a switch before but quickly grasped the concept.  

“Strip.” came her command.  I quickly dropped my pants and when I looked up, she had already shed her mumu.  I was fully erect and she hugged and kissed me while holding my erection with one hand. She said, “This comes later but, for right now, I have a switching to deliver to your naughty little fanny.  Bend over the log.”  I bent over the log and she laid into my bottom with the switch.

Having never either given or received a switching herself, she was a bit more forceful than she intended (I think).  I was squirming as she delivered about 30 strokes; she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely and as Bacall would say, I was Mr. Tough Fanny for her that night.  I was very well striped and as hot as a firecracker, both front and back by the time she stopped and draped her nude body over mine.  

She whispered that she could not stand to wait until we got back to the boat – that she wanted to have sex outdoors in the moonlight – no surprise there! We made our way back to the dinghy where I laid down in the bottom of the boat; she pushed off and promptly impaled herself on me.  We drifted in the cove with her providing just enough rowing to keep us offshore until we both came.

The next morning she was shocked and upset to see that some of my fanny stripes were still visible.  I told her not to worry as they would fade as the day progressed.  They did, but she never switched me again as firmly as she did that night.  We have long since settled on using various paddles and the occasional belt as our spanking implements.

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