Men Paddled In White Briefs
When I trip over pictures of men paddling men, their bottoms are usually covered by white briefs. I don’t see this when women are paddling men. When women paddle the man’s underwear is usually off or around their legs. A different dynamic.
I found one picture in my files where a woman paddles over his underwear. And in the next picture they are at half-mast.
Underwear at half-mast
Or more commonly, removed before the action begins
Of course there is always the special case.
Enema
Some women who like to be spanked, enjoy an enema. They may withhold this information unless directly asked or you slip a finger up their anus and find out they are anal erotic.
I have known two gals that enjoyed an enema after a spanking. What about you?
Oh, Look, A bag for each of us
A DIY bag. Just Fill it and Sit on it.
First paddled, then spanked when being given an enema. The Nurse’s Bag Of Shame
Today In Perv Land
For Openers
Nicole Neal
Panties Headed South
It Might Have Been a Mistake to Argue When It’s Really Cold
There Are Lots of Balconies in Europe
Red Shows on White Skin
It Gets Crowded at Commercial Parties
Let Me Know When You Tire of Seeing This Lass
No One Did Like Ed Lee
Where Are The Male Spankers?
Panty Shopping
I mentioned this in a comment on the Panties, Panties Panties post. A reader asked for details.
We went to a spanking party in Tennessee. Some of us arrived around noon and since the rest were not expected until late afternoon, someone thought it would a good idea to go panty shopping. I guess a gal never has enough panties to get through a whole weekend party. So, four or five gals and I went to a small strip mall that was close by.
The store was not busy so I was in the changing room. The gals would open the door, and I would give my opinion. This is not as bold as it might seem, as sometime during the party, I would be seeing their panties anyway. The clerk looked in a few times and decided there was nothing to be gained by asking ask me to leave.
Bacall remembers that while everyone was checking out, Beth pulled a skirt off a rack and held it up for my approval. Across the store, I shook my head. She put it back. Bacall says that two customers witnessed this and shook their heads, thinking I was a pimp and these were my girls.
Beth
In a thong and tap skirt
Get the Paddle
One of the first paddlings I recall in school was in the first or second grade. The principal sent me to get a paddle from the lunchroom supervisor. (She had probably given it to her just before I was in her office) That was a long walk. I tearfully asked for the paddle from a woman I had never noticed before. I returned it to the principal who sent me to wait for her in the boys restroom.
Soon enough, the principal and a teacher as a witness came in the restroom. I was lectured and told to bend over.
This has stayed with me because I was sent for the paddle. It was not the only time. I was sent to borrow a paddle from the teacher across the hall. Every teacher had a paddle, but this way I was humiliated, asking another teacher in front of her class for a paddle to be used on me. Everyone could hear her paddle me in the hall.
[An aside: The same principal used the rumor of a paddling machine on me. She told me her paddling machine could give 20 licks per minute and wondered if I could take that. Of course, I could not. She advised me to straighten up and fly right, or she would have me meet the machine.]
I tried sending one woman to get the paddle from Bacall. That worked as well as you might think. Lots of giggling.
I tried putting all the paddles out and asking her to choose one. That didn’t work; they always choose the biggest paddle.
A few of our favorite things. The third from the left was a fav pick.
What if you lived in a neighborhood where everyone was paddled? Imagine being sent to borrow a paddle from a neighbor. She might give you a few licks herself, before you had to bring home and everyone could look out the window and see the paddle that was going to set you on fire.
Some women handing the paddle to their spankers.
If I remember correctly, this was taken at a school
Is that a bit of regret she is showing?
Who Are You Going to Paddle This Saturday?
The Little Red School House
I had long lost/misplaced this Blog. It has been around as long as OBB.
I call your attention to their lastest post The Lover’s Spat: A Paddle Story
The paddle tested in the story may be bought from them here
The post reminds me of the times when I was working on a new paddle or spanking bench, and I would use the intercom to invite Bacall to the workshop for product fitment.
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A miracle happened! The Question of the Week Blog had some answers that I fully agree with. Her readers say they like the kind of pictures that are found on OBB. As far as I know, she has never published a spanking picture.
Panties, Panties, Panties
Sometimes her panties indicate her plans
These she wears on Saturday and when expects to get a little action.
White eyelet panties. Remembering girlhood?
Nothing wrong. with full cut white panties. Not a damn thing.
No Need to Pull These Down. Enjoy the Decoration
No Need to Take Them Down
Spanked Happy
I may have posted these images before. I stumbled on them, and thought damn I like them, so what, post them again. There are those who want/need tears. Then there are those who think spanking is just fun.
The old saw I will give you something to cry about. Well, it works the other way also.
Well, at least one of them is happy
I read that a long time ago women wore tight skirts to the office. Ideal for a few paddle licks
What Kind of Spanko Are You?
I want to take a stab at trying to understand the types of Spanko’s. I will base my conclusions on my life experiences. Which may not be adequate for the purpose.
First, I don’t think any of us choose to be a spanko, nor do I think any of us choose what kind of spanko we are. I divide spankos into two broad groups. The smaller one, I call the fun group, views spanking as sensual, erotic, and fun. The larger group requires some element of punishment.
I know a good deal about the fun group. I know a little about the other. I got a lifetime supply of punishment in school. They were all traumatic experiences. I don’t want anyone controlling me. I do not want to control anyone. I will not relinquish my freedom nor take another’s.
OBB is about the fun group. I really don’t know what the punishment folks find of interest here.
I was punished with paddlings in school in every grade except one. A reasonable person might infer I would want nothing to do with corporal punishment or I would land in the punishment camp.
Nope. At 15 I started spanking girls. Not one objected. Some girls would do the same thing to get spanked again. I got my hand on their bare bottom. That was a big deal to a 15 yo. The spankings were brief with lots of giggling. And then there was a half-necked gal in my lap. What to do? What to do?
Here is how I see it. Spanko’s who have to have punishment with spanking seem to be ashamed of it. It’s their darkest secret. They don’t want to talk about it. Perhaps it is that spanking is normally associated with childhood punishment?
Those of us who see spanking as fun are more open about it. I never had a problem suggesting to a date that she might need a good spanking. Not all took my offer, but most did.
Our spanking group was composed exclusively of fun people. Before anyone could join they had to write a profile about themselves and explain what they expected from the group. The profile was published on our website so that every member could know something about them.
Looking back now, I think writing the profile, outing themselves, kept the punishment crowd out of our group. That was not our intention, it just worked that way.
Frankly, I don’t think the two groups can mingle successfully.
The Fun group may be divided into Tops, Bottoms and Switches.
The Punishment group might be divided into Sadists and Masochistic. Those labels might not apply to all, but they sure do to most.
Masochistics seek gratification through pain, degradation, or self-denial. When I see a man or woman being thrashed with a heavy cane and not showing any reaction, I don’t need to know more about them to know they live in the punishment camp. Ditto for self-denial in all its forms.
Sadists crave tears.
A reader commented:
Okay, waxing philosophical here. I suppose my take is our interests / desires / motivations for spanking exist along a spectrum. For some it’s a binary yes/no choice, e.g. punishment vs pleasure. But I believe for a lot of folks, they find themselves somewhere along that spectrum, perhaps in the middle, or having a blend of interests which mix the sexually driven (physical sex drive / foreplay) parts, with those more emotionally sourced (intimacy, connection, trust, therapeutic, etc.).
Even where sex is the primary motivation, the foreplay parts… scratching a particular ‘kink’ itch (e.g. – dressing for it, anticipation, roleplay – including punishment or other scenarios… captive maiden, cruel pirate, strict teacher, whatever…) those mental / emotional elements are what spices up the encounter, makes the moment extra ‘hot’ or not.
Side observation? Appears to be a growing number of female spankee’s who see spanking itself AS the sex. I haven’t met one personally so cannot speak as to exactly how that works for them. I suspect far fewer men share that view. But even for those among us whose interests may lean more to the extremes of submission or wander into BDSM territory, denial, etc.; my theory is they would tell you for them it’s still sexual in its nature.
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Finding a spanking partner I never had any problem finding a gal that liked to be spanked. If she seemed like a keeper I would suggest she could paddle me. The secret here is to keep it fun. If she agrees this is not the time to make a lot of rules. Take what she gives and be complimentary. Down the road you can suggest an modification.
What you don’t want to do is suggest she become the dominant or the leader. For a fun girl, you are screwing with the cosmic order, you are pouring diesel into a carbureted engine. She may try to accommodate you, but there are few long-term success stories. You ambushed her. You may have married a fun girl and then wanted her to punish you. That’s deception.
If you require a woman to control, scold and punish you other than hiring one, I have no idea how to find one.
Dressing for a spanking
Dressing for a spanking. Maybe I make a bigger deal out of this than it merits. The anticipation of a spanking is a large part of it for me. It does not matter if I am giving or receiving, the anticipation is arousing. Ditto for Bacall. She normally likes to contemplate a spanking overnight.
A girl’s first sex is usually not pleasurable or meaningful for her. She has little idea of what she is getting into. The difference with her first adult spanking is that she has had years to plan it. She may have been thinking about getting spanked from 5 years old.
Suppose a gal you have dated decides you are going to get lucky. Does she ask you if you prefer thong or boy-short panties? No, I think not. But for her first adult spanking, she may well ask that.
I always took notes of what she revealed in her notes. Most details came from a story that she wrote for me. That gave me a plan of how the spanking would unfold. It was not role-play. I did not (and would not) have a script. I enjoyed reacting to what she said. Call it acting.
There would usually be a question of what did I expect from the spanking. Meaning did I want a Thank You blowjob. If I were going to give her the spanking she dreamed of, why would I spoil it with having her do something that might give her no pleasure. Cuddling after and getting a debrief from her about the spanking was intimate enough for me.