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?

An Adventure In Tampa

This is from an OBB reader

A number of years ago I was down in Tampa on a fishing trip. There was a bait shop in the area which I had been stopping at almost every morning. It was located in a very off area and next to it were a few stores, one of which was a sex shop. I kept saying to myself I was going to check it out but it never opened until the late afternoon. 

Middle of that week I had a great day fishing and on the way back I stopped at that bait shop to tell the owner about my catch. Anyway, I noticed the sex shop was open so after leaving the bait shop I went in there. 

A young girl was in there running the place. Friendly but not overbearing like some of these shops are. I looked around and was intrigued by these custom made paddles she had there. They were made from exotic skins like alligator and ostrich. I was slapping myself on the legs with then when she came over and asked if I needed help. 

We got into a conversation about the paddles and she told me how much she liked to be spanked with one particular paddle which was made from elephant hides. So I picked it up and for whatever went through my mind I slapped her on her ass with it. She didn’t flinch but then the conservative shifted to what I liked to do. 

So naturally I spoke of spanking, both giving and receiving and she took it all in. I really thought she was going to suggest something, she did, but not what I expected. 

She started telling me about a club in the area for people of “my age” and interest.  

Burst my ego right then and there but I listened to what she was selling. 

Told me where it was and how to get in and once inside ask for Andrea and tell her Annie sent you. The club, she told me, is only opened in the morning around 9am. At night it’s a young people’s place. 
So at least I found out her name. 

I left the shop after spending $75.00 for that ostrich paddle. I thought about going to that club but didn’t. 
Until the next day. 

It was on my mind all night so I said I’ll go check it out and if it sucks I’ll just leave. 

I go to where this club is located around 9:30 am. I kept forgetting I’m in Florida and all the “old” crowd does everything early. Mind you I’m only 50 at this time. 

The club is in some strip mall. The windows are all black glass, you can’t see in. Annie told me to go around the back of the mall and enter through the delivery door. So I go around back, find the door and go in. I’m in a vestibule and it’s dark and there’s a second door. Suddenly I hear a voice coming from a speaker asking what I want. I say I’m looking for Andrea and that Annie sent me. The door buzzes open and I go in. 

I’m met by this rather attractive mature woman who introduces herself as Andrea. 

Asks my name and I tell her and says it’s $50.00 to come in. Annie forgot to mention that part but I had the money on me so I paid and followed Andrea into this larger open area. First thing I see are people sitting around watching a woman over the lap of a man getting her bottom spanked. In fact, as I looked around the room there were several spankings taking place. Andrea asked me if I’d like to watch or participate and asked my preference, did I want to spank or be spanked or both. 

So I went for it all and said both. 

She said she would pair me up with a woman and left me to watch while she went to find someone for me. 
I took in the action which was quite lively in fact. Didn’t notice any men being spanked in this area, all women and all present were at least my age or better. 

Andrea returned and apologized for not being able to find someone for me and said she’d love to be my partner. Didn’t matter to me. She asked if I wanted to stay in this larger more public room or retreat to a more private area. I chose the latter and she led me to one of several smaller rooms in that club. 

The room was small but enough room to operate. It had a couple of chairs and a small table. 
Andrea asked if I preferred to be spanked first and I agreed. 

She took one of the chairs and placed it in the center of the room and I watched as she began to remove her clothing, stripping down to panties and bra. Damm, she had somebody for her age. She took a seat and told me to get undressed. So I did, down to my underpants. She motioned me over her lap, said a few words about the spanking and just started slapping my bottom. Nothing that hard but continuous. She spanked for a while then stopped. Told me it was time to remove my underpants. She pulled them down over my now erect cock and left them around my knees and continued the spanking on the bare. I’d say it lasted about 5 minutes and she stopped and pulled my underpants back up. 

I got off her lap and she asked me if I was OK. I had no issues so she got off the chair and told me it was my turn to spank her

I sat and pulled her over my lap but I immediately lowered her panties and spanked her bare bottom. 
Again it lasted around 5 minutes and I stopped and she got up. 

She was surprised but thrilled I did what I did. 
At this point, I figured we’d just go back and forth with spankings or maybe introduce some implements but I didn’t notice any. 

I asked about it and she told me that people bring their own but she could round some up. OR would I be interested in getting together with another couple? So again I chose the latter. 

Andrea left the room for a few minutes and returned with another couple. 

I forget their names and it really doesn’t matter. I think it was Joe and Susan. 

Anyway, we make acquaintances and get into spanking. We started off with Sue on my lap and Andrea over Joe’s. Then we switched women.  Each time the routine was to spank first on their panties and then on the bare bottom and always to pull the panties back up once done. 

I found out later that it was a club rule. No one runs around naked when not engaged in spanking. Once both women were individually spanked, Joe and I turned out chairs together facing each other and took Andrea over our laps and both spanked her together. We did the same to Sue. 

After the women were properly spanked it was time for the men to face the consequences. 
We were each spanked by both women individually as well as by both. 

I’m not sure how much time had passed during all these spankings but we all settled down at this point and just sat around and talked. I was then Joe suggested that the women spank each other while we watched. I was all for the idea. Both Andrea and Susan both agreed and they got into it while we sat and watched. I got quite turned on by it I have to say. 

When that was finished I figured we’d call it a day and leave but Andrea had other plans. 

She suggested at that point in time that the women would like to watch a spanking performed and by that she meant the men spank each other. 

I think both Joe and I reacted the same way and said that wasn’t happening but I could see there was a look on both women’s faces that it was going to happen. 

There was a lot of discussion back and forth and finally it the heat of the moment, I got all caught up in it and said, OK I’ll do it. I’ll go first.

The women were all excited that they just told Joe to take a seat while they practically pushed me to his side. Andrea had me by both arms while Sue pulled my underpants down and Andrea pulled me over joes lap so fast I almost hit the floor. He steadied me on his lap and I could feel my junk pressing on his leg which sort of grossed me out but before I could think about that he began spanking my ass. Compared to the women this was hard and it hurt. The realization that I was being spanked by a man had set it. I took the spanking while the women watched and cheered and giggled like little kids. Good ole Joe did a fine job on my ass. I was sore when he finished and somewhat embarrassed. 

I got up and speaking of embarrassment, I had an election that could have broken glass. Now I’m not gay but suddenly I was so turned on by that spanking. 

Now it was my turn. The women set him up like they did me and once I had him over my lap I locked my leg around his and I laid into his ass as hard and as fast as he did to me if not harder. I had him squirming. 

The women were getting a show and they loved it. 
Finally, it all ended. I let him up, I would have sworn he had tears in his eyes. We both stood, naked, faced each other and shook hands. Job well done, Joe said. 

We all then got dressed and eventually left the club. 
I never went back there again that trip. 

Two years later I was in Tampa again. Both the club and the sex shop were gone. 

To this day I still think about that experience.


Do you have an experience you would like to share with OBB readers?

In The Mood

It’s been a really busy two weeks for us. We have been packing the RV and doing needed maintenance items. Spanking has not been on our radar. This morning I finished a project and could see daylight so I told Bacall we could go for lunch at our fav Canjun place after she picked up a script from the doctor. So we showered and got ready to go. She thought it would be a grand idea to give me some pops with our myrtle wood paddle. 



I was not keen on the idea but dutifully bent over and she gave me four stingers. I was keener afterwards! I returned the favor and she remarked several times that she could still feel the sting.

It put us in the mood and we made plans for an extended session tomorrow.

We are headed to Red Rock Country. I doubt I will take a picture of Bacall sunbathing, but I am sure we will both be bent over red rocks here and there.

PS, we know exactly where this rock formation is.


Not Much Today

We don’t have much for you today. Out of ideas. I could post pictures of spankable bottoms. Nah, not today. We will get home in a week or so after traveling the last six months. It’s been a wonderful trip, but we are ready to get home.

Spankings continue with us. A week or so back, Bacall though I should put on my Army green mesh underwear. They are THIN. She said she wanted me to Ranger Up and take it. Geesh, did she paddle me hard. She says sometimes she just wants to see me struggle to take it. I do the same to her. Sometimes we both want to hear and feel the paddle as it makes that sweet cracking sound on bare flesh. So I tell her the next six are for me and she will just have to take it. Of course, having to take it works a miracle in her mind. That’s as submissive as we get, but it’s enough.

Bacall bought some panties the other day. When she put them on I said they were virgin and needed to be paddled. She got her paddle and bent over. I gave her eight stingers. She kept saying for the next hour or so that she could still feel them. It did not stop there. She thought I should put on the panties and see how the paddle felt to me. She gave me eight stingers and then two more on the bare. My question is why does it sting longer when you only get a few licks?

OK, here is a gif to amuse the guys. A magic skirt.




The Keys To The Woodshed


I am really low on post ideas right now. And traveling has my mind elsewhere. So today all I have for you is a link to an older post about trips to our woodshed.

Yes, we have a woodshed. We don’t store wood for burning, only lumber, some wood working tools and two paddles to burn backsides. It’s short walk from the den door to the shed. It’s best done wearing only panties. Stop by anytime we are home for a demo of the tools or paddles.

The shed is doubly locked while we travel. The cute little paddle has Bacall’s real name on it. A friend made these for everyone at a party many years ago.


Other old woodshed links 

Saying Goodbye To The Woodshed

A Trip to the Woodshed



Spanking/Sex On The First Date


The headline should attract some attention. I don’t advocate sex on the first date. I am not condemning it either or saying that I did not do it or want to do it more than once. But, looking back I think building the passion is worthwhile. Besides a one time a passion or mercy fuck is not always that pleasant a memory. One or both may regret it if one is more attached than the other. I have a fond remembrance of the time when the heart might be taken as seriously as an orgasm – of a time when both enjoyed the possibilities of moonlit summer evenings.

I happily recall the times I spanked my dates as a teen. The result was a half nude girl with a pink bottom who was quite passionate. I also recall the first time I spanked a gal as an adult. [Other than Bacall] I had her raise her skirt to her waist while I was seated on the spanking chair. I then pulled her panties down. This is normal for a spanking, but it would not work on a vanilla date. I don’t think asking a woman to just pull up her skirt on the first date would work out all that well. Do you?

So I am wondering how dating between switches works. I am talking of those like Bacall and I who have spanking and sex-linked together. I will assume that many emails and phone chats precede the meeting and probably a meeting just to look each other over. Perhaps they worked out how they would handle the sexual tension. Deny it, accommodate it without intercourse or play it by ear.

A woman’s sexual excitement is concealed. With a man, her arm swinging a paddle would not be the only thing waving around. I once suppressed my excitement with women not wanting to seem to be demanding. I would not do that now. I learned that suppression spoiled the paddling. If sex is not on the table, the women would just have to take my boner as a fact of the way it is or a compliment.

I am most curious how women approach first spanking encounters. 
When the woman is a bottom, I would think that situation would be the easiest to handle. It would be the first date, but she would be partially nude. Not a big thing in my mind.

If she is a top, he is going to be partially nude with a boner. 

If they are switches, they will both be devoid of clothing. How is this handled?

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Return To Bend Over Rock

Bacall writes:

I don’t know the reason, but going to certain settings gets me all tingly. We have been in two of those settings recently. The first was a private setting surrounded by red rocks. [The Valley Of Fire in Nevada] Bogey got the paddle out and I was excited before I ever got out the door.  I happily followed him into the rocks so that I could get the paddling that I had been looking forward to. No need to pretend that I didn’t want this because I really did. With every pop of the paddle, I became more aroused. Thank goodness no one was around us.

The second setting, the Alabama Hills, is one of our favorite places. The scenery is spectacular and it is very private.  A person could play to their heart’s content outside and no one would know.  We were both excited about being here. Bogey was especially ready for his paddling.  We started with a few pops on each after morning coffee. After breakfast, we proceeded to “Bend Over Rock” for a joint paddling session. I wanted Bogey to remember the paddling for a while, so I did not hold back.  When it was my turn, I bent over the rock and smiled between the saying “ouch” and “oooh”. After our return from the rock, we were both sated.

Bogey writes:
I put a blanket on Bend Over Rock to protect our skin from the sharp rock face. I took a photograph. We were as randy as teenagers and did not take time for any photo’s during the paddlings. A day or two later Bacall posed for a picture on the rock.


A Two-Fer

We had a marvelous paddling session the other day. For Bacall, it was long overdue. Various health issues have combined in last few years to dull her “sex drive”. She is pissed about that. She still wants the paddle about every week, but she is not able to “get off” on it as she was accustomed to in the past. Yesterday, was like old times for her.

She had mentioned the previous day that a paddling would be welcome. The next morning, she remarked that it was a shame we had not brought the red paddle as she was putting on red panties. Subtlety does not become her. She thought I needed a paddling also and that I should also wear red panties. I said in several ways, that I intended to toast her bottom to my satisfaction. I took off my belt and proceeded to spank her over her panties for some time. She cooed. I pulled her panties down and continued with the belt. Still only coos and yumms. She was now quite pink. I knew then she was getting into her space.

It was time for for her paddle. She got in her favored position, knees on the couch and looking out the window. That day, Lake Powell was her view. I wrapped my left hand around her and gripped her you know what. Just a grip, no kneading. Her panties were covering her again, as she likes to be paddled that way. I reminded her that it was going to sting a lot and she was just going to have to take it. That works wonders on her brain when she is in that space. I started paddling and she kept swishing her bottom around to let me know it was working and to keep on paddling. After a time, I pulled her panties down and told her to tell me she wanted to be paddled. She did and I did. Begging to be spanked works miracles on her brain. I had retained my grip on her you know what and she was pressing herself against my hand. A few more times of her telling me to paddle her and she came like a house on fire.

And yes, after she cooled down. She gave me I have no idea how many licks with the batten on the front of my legs. Then a few on the back of my legs. Soon I was bending over the couch and she was paddling me hard. And that’s how the day that morning went.



Bacall’s account
Monday, I mentioned that Tuesday would probably be a good morning for a paddling.  After breakfast, Bogey started getting dressed when I reminded him that  I had mentioned a paddling today – it had been a long time since I was in the proper “mood”.  We are parked at a beautiful beach and I was in the right frame of mind for a good paddling.

I put on a pair of red panties and so did he.  We relaxed and had a cup of coffee while thinking about the upcoming event.  All the while, I am getting more excited.  I just knew this was going to be a good paddling. Bogey got the paddles out and then he got his belt.  I just love the feel of the leather belt across my bottom.  He had me get over his lap and then he begin the spank me, first with his hand and then with his belt.  Ah, I was in a happy place.  Next I bent over the sofa, facing the beach, and he got the “holey” paddle.  By this time, I am going from warm to hot!  Panties down once again (they’ve been up and down several times) and the bare bottom paddling begins.  I am now hot and I want more.  He changes to the teacher’s paddle.  It stings and I tell him “More” as he continues to rub me.  I climax with the last pops.  

It takes me a few minutes to recover and I thank him for a wonderful morning.  But, the morning isn’t over yet.  Now it’s Bogey’s turn.  First I use the wooden batten on the front of his legs.  When I think it’s enough, I give my attention to the back of his legs.  He has been aroused since he paddled me.  I give him a few pops over his red panties, but quickly pull them down and give him a bare bottom paddling with the principal’s paddle.  Then, remembering how much I enjoyed my paddling with the teacher’s paddle, I want to return the favor.  He said it stung and was a hard  paddling, but I know he enjoyed it!