Looking Back

Health issues have interrupted our spankings the last several months. So I will take a moment and reflect on our spanking years. Since my activity is limited I have time to recline in my chair and type these words that appear on the 80″ on the wall.

As far as I know, OBB is the only blog about a couple that spanks one another. There are other couples that switch with each other. We have met a few of them. But, they are rare.

We have been at it all our married lives. It was a rocky start and that is all on me. Call it toxic masculinity.

After I forced myself to say what I wanted, rather than expecting her to read my mind,  she did the same thing and we made good progress.

When we attended our first spanking party we made a break through. I was spanking some gal and Bacall came in the room interrupted us and excitedly lead me to another room where a woman` was being spanked. Bacall had discovered leather.

Wood was too much for her and she had discovered a substitute. We acquired several leather straps to warm her nates. A hot button of hers is to be taken in a walk in closet and get a belting leaning over my arm followed by forceful fucking on the carpet. Is that TMI?

Originally our spanking sessions were for one or the other of us. She liked it that way. One day she would get spanked and I would wait until the day to get my bottom reddened. Who ever went second got a day’s worth of teasing.

Somewhere along the line she initiated what she call Joint Action Sessions. I would usually spank her and after a short interlude for her to compose herself she would put the wood to me. When it was my turn, she was either partially sexually satisfied or hotter than a fox. It depended on the day.

My go to paddling position is bent over. I am usually over the bed as we both want the bed close by when my paddling is over. When she overpowers me, I take a break and stand up and embrace, kiss and fondle her. My tongue usually reaches far down her throat as I reach around and kneed her bottom. She returns my kisses and fondles my boner.

We keep these breaks to one or two minutes as my bottom will go numb if we take much longer. And I relish a hot sting, not a thud. So I bend back over and stick my bottom out for the paddle. I normally recoil from each lick and she waits a second for me to get back in position and unclench my cheeks.

In my old age 18 to 24 licks on the bare is more than adequate for me. If I want more, I just need to stay in position and she will happily accommodate me.

I don’t need to look in a mirror back to know there is a white hot circle on both cheeks.

In the last decade, she has developed a fondness for wood. Not the principals paddle I enjoy, but she has one she really likes and occasionally she will ask for another really stingy wood one. If I am done paddling her and she needs more she asks for a few more licks.

We know which paddles we like and those are the ones that get used on us and in the way we want them used. Some need to submit to having what the spanker chooses. OK,  but that is not us. Sometimes we get out the paddles we want to feel a day before. It a tonic for the mind to see them out and know what is coming.

While I am usually bent over the bed, I also enjoy bending over the back of a low chair, the dining room table, a low table or my desk.

Bacall gets most of her paddlings laying over my lap while I am seated on the bed. She also likes to put her knees on a couch and bend over the back. Downward dog is good. Bent over a log or large rock outside is even better.

We Got Paddled

I have been remiss about posting about our own spanking adventures. To be frank, they have been fewer paddlings in the last year or so. I have been on a roller coaster ride for the last few years due to health issues. There have been weeks where I had no interest in spanking or being spanked.

Last week I was “up”, feeling pretty good. I put on spanking panties and Bacall warmed me up three times in one day. Just 10-12 licks each time. She said we should both wear spanking panties the next day. And so we did.

I gave her a long hand spanking and then used some of her lighter leather straps. I then gave her a massage with lotion and rubbed her with a ribbed rubber glove that she likes. Then I got carried away and paddled her with her holey paddle. Which is a stinger anyway, but with the lotion on it made it Owwwee! The paddle literally stuck to her. She took it like a champ.

She then turned me red with 10 from our Principles paddle followed by a dozen with the ever stingy Teacher’s paddle.

Since I can no longer write an erotic spanking account, if I ever could, I will fill in with a few pictures.


Growing Up Jim – V – A Reader’s Most Memorable Spanking

The final installment of some spanking memories by one OBB reader. It would be great if someone else would write about some of their experiences.
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.

Go Cut A Switch

Being sent out to cut a switch was common for those growing up in my generation. It had to be a proper switch. If it was too small, you would have to get a larger one.

Selection over, it was pants off. Bacall was switched on her legs while bent over the bed. I had one arm held which allowed me to twist around, but in what ever position I was in the switch found a bare leg.

This seems so refined. No hint of what she will be feeling.

What was the usual for me and my cousins

This one suggests she wants to feel the switch

Have you ever tried to hold this position?

Yes, Virginia There Are Unicorns

We met one recently. The extremely rare female switch. One who relishes paddling men as much as she enjoys getting her bottom set on fire by a man. One who gets off as much wielding the paddle as taking the paddle. No discipline, no punishment only loving the sting of a paddle. You don’t need to know the details. The important message is that such women do exist.

I will say she and Bacall bonded and giggled a lot while they paddled me.

A Reader Writes

I think that what interests readers contributes to the diversity of OBB.


It must be your fault – you ran THAT photo of the mature, nude woman standing in a grove of trees holding a freshly cut switch and appearing very eager for the situation to progress.

That photo stirred memories in my warped little mind of a fairly intense switching I got from Wendy, many years ago, after dark, draped over a log on a secluded beach on the Chesapeake Bay.

So I propositioned my bride – would she like to apply a few freshly cut switches to my now older fanny sometime soon?

She replied simply by placing our set of small pruning shears on the bathroom vanity counter yesterday afternoon.  I took the hint and cut and trimmed three, limber, hickory switches while doing some work down near the Community garage.  I was not sure exactly what she had planned for timing, so I wrapped the switches in a damp towel and stashed them near the basement sink. We went to bed last night still with no hint of her intentions.

I usually wake up and slip out of bed several hours before her – same this morning. She stirred and called me to come get my shower – she said, that since I was a very naughty husband – I should retrieve the switches from wherever I had them stashed while she was in the shower.

I got the switches out of the basement, put on my tight, bright red, Calvin Klein, “spanking underwear” and slipped back under the covers.  She emerged from the bathroom wearing only a scarf as a bra (you would approve!) and slipped back into bed next to me.  Some kissing, groping, and fondling followed for a while before she said – “Time to get across my lap for a spanking!”  I stood next to the bed while she slowly lowered my underwear and pointed to her lap.  After about 40 firm hand spanks, she said,” There is no way I can handle a switch with you across my lap – go bend over the end of the bed!”

She tested each of the three switches, swinging them in the air, while I waited in anticipation.  She finally made up her mind and went to work. After 15 or so strokes the first switch broke, so she changed to her second choice which held up nicely to about 50 strokes total.  I had made up my mind that I would not stop her unless things really got out of hand – Mr. Tough Fanny.  My bottom was definitely sore and well striped when she stopped, simply saying, “That’s enough.”

After the ensuing, gentle but somewhat loud, activities were completed, she asked if it was as “good as I remembered”.  I had to answer that it was actually a bit disappointing simply because it lacked the sound of a wooden paddle or strap striking bare flesh – the sting was good, but the audio component was lacking. We will stick with our paddles…..

Hope you are enjoying your trip!

PS: I wonder how long it takes for the red/pink stripes to disappear from my bottom?  The sting is completely gone but many stripes remain visible.

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.


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


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.


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.