Memories

Leaving the Pick Your Spanker poll open until sunset today allows time for all to cast their ballot.

The second edition of some correspondence from a dear friend. In most cases, she is responding to something I wrote. I can work out what I wrote. I hope you can also.

Thank you kind sir, but I know my rear end is definitely more fleshy and padded than 20 years ago, but I can live with it.  I’ve found the best way to respond to those who think we should all look like 18 year olds is a simple “Look in the mirror, Jerk!”  They never know how to accept their own short comings.

New Orleans is an old city and there’s lots to see and explore, but some of the areas you don’t even want to get out of your car and walk its so filthy. I always wanted to go there during Mardi Gras, but after seeing Bourbon St. in the light of day, I don’t think I’d want to be there after dark!     We’ve never been to Lafayette, that will have to go on our next trip west. We’ve spent different times around Gulfport and Bay St. Louis MS, but not much in Louisiana.

I got switched as a kid too and those aren’t the best memories, but every once in awhile there is an itch to feel it across my bare backside again. Its very stingy and intense, but it doesn’t leave a lot of lasting marks. I have never been caned, but its on my bucket list to one day get an actual caning. When I see the marks its leaves in photos it scares the hell out of me, but I still want to try it. When my husband and I play its very sexual and not disciplinary. He spanks me, but there’s a lot more ‘touchy/feely’ stuff going on than actual spanking. I’m sure you and Bacall play the same way at times.

Hi,    OK, catch up time again!   Really, there is a book called Cooking In The Nude? Maybe I’ll have to find a copy, it would make fixing dinner a lot more fun!  LOL  Hot grease is frying, but anything hot is not so good if you’re nude. Way too many sensitive parts out there with out any covering.    There are as many recipes for gumbo as there are people making it. Its all in the individual’s taste what they put in it. Roux will thicken and add a little flavor, but just adding a bit of flour will thicken most soups and stews just as well. We like a combination of flavors so we use a lot of everything, sausage, shrimp, oysters, crab, and chicken. Instead of all rice we’ll mix it up half and half with Barley. It adds a little more substance to it and give it a sort of nutty flavor, but its very deceptive. Try Italian sausage, or Hot Italian if you like it spicier.    

He was a jerk, and no girl deserves to be raped, but I deserved to have my butt whipped for putting myself in that situation. It could have been a lot worse.    

I think everyone has an aversion to exercise, but we force ourselves for health and reasons of vanity. I think it would work if you consider that Bacall could make a woman stop smoking, then a good, sound spanking should motivate others to exercise and lose weight, or break other bad habits. It might take a few more paddlings, but after awhile the consequences would be a worse alternative.      

I don’t know how men think, but for adult women, I would say over 90% of our spankings are purposely brought on. We won’t admit we want a ‘damn good spanking’ so we’ll tease or misbehave until we get it. I was like that when I was younger, I thought there had to be a reason. Now I’m more comfortable just telling my mentors I need to be spanked. I don’t need to act out, or role play to be satisfied, just put me over a knee and spank me until I’m bawling. Its emotional, but its also very sexual. 

I’ve tried self spanking, and it doesn’t work for me. I have a rather low pain tolerance, especially to self-inflicted pain. I might get one or two nice swats in, but then I ask myself why am I doing this. I want someone else to take me past the point of tears and pleading because I know I can’t do it myself.    

No brothers or sisters, and no nieces or nephews. I think there are good and not so good aspects to being an only child, but I’m glad I have my two sisters. Yeah, there was our share of sibling rivalry when we were teens, but we’re very close as adults, and I adore my nieces and nephews, even if they can be brats at times.    

I think you may be spoiled when you look for beautiful women because you have Bacall on your arm. She’s very beautiful, and I hope you tell her that often. Besides, who says a woman has to dress up to look nice?  A pair of snug blue jeans and a plain old work shirt can look pretty good on some women, and if you spent a day in heels you’d know why we don’t wear them all the time!     

Music:  I love Dolly, not only for her music, but she has such a down home personality too. Yes, I like Juice Newton, and a lot of others so the list is long. If you listen to Quarterflash and Heart close together you can tell the difference. Rindi Ross’s voice is has just a touch of rasp and is huskier than Ann Wilson’s. Both are fantastic in my book. Good music doesn’t go out of style because its older. Elvis had a fantastic voice, and you instantly know its him singing. His voice is unique and nobody else sounds like him. So many singers have died young, it makes me wonder where music would be if they had lived. Buddy Holly, Richie Valenz, Jim Morrison, Janice Joplin, Jimmi Hendrix.  They would have rewritten the music history book.    Have a great week,    Beth

Bogey,    I won’t argue about college girls with you because I’m kind of the same way in that I couldn’t see myself sexually involved with a man still in college. I just know from my own experience in the discipline aspect, college girls by and large need real spankings far more than women my age.    

In regards to ‘letting go’, I think its less a sense of sexual vulnerability with another woman than trying to prove anything. If I’m getting a real spanking I’m going to cry and struggle because it hurts. I make no attempt to grit my teeth and stoically take it, that’s not my natural instinct.    

Slower paddlings are definitely more erotic and sexual, but that’s maybe why they don’t ‘feel’ disciplinary to me. I grew up with the short, furious hairbrush smacking my bare bottom when I was naughty so its sort of ingrained that’s how punishment is dished out.    You can’t have a memory of something if you didn’t see it.  Maybe if you ask them nice, they’ll do an encore performance for you.  LOL  The fast and furious spankings seldom last as long as the slower and more deliberate ones, but the effect is so much more overwhelming because of its suddenness. A woman doesn’t have a chance to catch her breath and process the pain of each swat. They’re just continuous and quickly seem unbearable and unending, so we give up and just bawl because there’s nothing else we can do. And for being at ease, I’m not sure I ever feel that way if I know a spanking is going to be disciplinary. I’m going to be nervous and apprehensive no matter who is putting me over their knee, but then naughty girls are supposed to have a healthy fear of bare-bottom discipline. That’s part of what makes it so damn intriguing and erotic. LOL    You and Bacall have a wonderful week!  Question: Who gets the remote when you’re dining out?       Beth

Have you got something against college girls?  Do you think its because you view spankings with a sexual aspect, and not disciplinary?  Most men seem to like the idea from their comments to Skylar and St J Girl, but one man said it would feel like spanking his granddaughter. He didn’t elaborate, but it seemed the sexual aspect was part of it.

How have I picked boyfriends?  I will admit their physical looks usually gets them a second glance, but until I meet and get to know them, looks alone wouldn’t get them a date. Sorry, I couldn’t date a ‘big gorgeous hunk’ just because he looked great. We have to have common interests and thoughts, and he has to be intelligent enough to carry on an interesting conversation. I don’t know if I would ‘let go’ more easily with a woman, I haven’t had enough experience to make that call. If I know her fairly well, then I feel more comfortable over a woman’s knee, but its more to do with feeling as if we’re equals and not submissive to a male. Most of it for me is just my comfort level. I have no problem letting go with my mentors because I trust them, so I can let the whole emotional aspect take over. It may be because of how you spank also. Its much more difficult not to let go if a spanking is fast and furious because it overwhelms the senses so much faster. Everyone is different and has their own agenda when spanking, or being spanked so you can’t pigeonhole everyone in groups. BTW, that must have been quite a paddling if Bacall cured her of smoking with one spanking!  Hmmm, maybe I wouldn’t be in a rush to have her use it on me!  LOL

Hi, Glad Bacall feels better, it sucks to be sick. I’m not a good sick person. When I feel rotten I want everyone to leave me alone so I can die in peace.  

I get by in the kitchen thanks to my mom. She made us all learn how to follow a recipe and cook the basics. My husband is actually a better chef than I am so we cook together a lot. Its more fun that way, and it can get pretty interesting if one of us feels ‘frisky’. We’ve had dinner quite a bit later than planned more than once! 

LOL I have no idea what my BMI is, and don’t care. I have a few extra pounds on, but my husband doesn’t care, I don’t stress over it, and at this point in my life I don’t give a rats ass what anyone else thinks either. Skipping lunch to shop does help the waistline, but not the healthiest way to do it. I usually keep lunch to a salad and that keeps me going until dinner.

If I’m cooking I want it done without a lot of hassle, unless my husband is there too, then I don’t care how long it takes.  What’s in your Gumbo?  If its not bolted down, it probably goes into ours. We like to make it up and leave it in the fridge for a day. It lets all the flavors mix together, then reheat and eat. Grilling is hubby’s domain, but I know how to use it if needed. Wine is our beverage of choice while on kitchen duty. I haven’t drank much since college. I learned my lesson after a couple of parties where I over indulged and got into a bad situation. I was taken advantage of and they weren’t pleasant experiences.

On the subjects of smoking, drinking, and weight loss I had a discussion once about using spankings to help people break bad habits. I can imagine the sign over the clinic door:  WE CAN CURE ANYTHING!   LOL     

My take on adult spankings:  I agree, a lot of adults get spanked, but I meant they aren’t spanked like children against their will for wrong doing. A lot of adults, myself included, sometimes use infractions as a reason to be spanked, but only because we want to feel like we’re being disciplined. A lot probably do act out fantasy scenarios, but to me it seems too childish. Forget the role play, just let me say: “Hey, I messed up. Take your belt to my bare butt so I feel better about it.”    

I put walking the rain on my to-do list this summer. Summer is almost over and I have not found the rain I want. No drops from way up there which are cold. No huge drops that sting. I only want Goldilocks rain.

No pictures of Bacall spanked in the Aspens. Our fav tree. Aspens are a colony. What you see here is really one tree. Notice how the forest floor is free of growth.

This was taken in late September above 8,000 feet. Just walk a few feet into the grove and bind her to tree and I had a happy girl.

This reminds me of a spanking Bacall got on her birthday. I didn’t see it. Ron and Bill pulled their chairs close to the other and offered Bacall two wide laps. Then it started, one, one, two, two, three, three. Bacall wanted to tell them to stop but she could not stop giggling.

We got married in December. The next Christmas, I found a Fli-Back paddle in my stocking. She used on me for years and finally broke it. I repaired by gluing another one to with WEST system epoxy. It will survive an asteroid impact.

Bacall opened our toy drawer yesterday to get her paddle and remarked it seemed odd that the red paddle was not there. She grew to have a love hate relationship with that paddle. Once when I was using it on her, she said “If you ever wanted to paddle me really hard, this is the time to do it”.

Some notes from a dear cyber friend who always told it straight.

Hi, The guys never said anything, but I’m sure they figured out that no hand squeezing my butt meant I had gotten spanked fairly recently. Only a couple got to use both hands, front and back, and only the guy I had sex with actually got into my panties. I will have to say that all that rubbing through my blue jeans was exciting, though! 

There is a big difference between videos and actually watching a real spanking. The girls reactions in the videos are never real. There’s never the frantic kicking and struggling to escape that happens in a real spanking. I saw how my sisters reacted, and I know I fought just as hard to get away as they did. When I see my nieces spanked its the same thing. Their reactions mirror me and my sisters when we were teenagers. My sisters still get spanked, but its mostly for fun and bedroom games. I know they both got a couple of good paddlings when they were first married, but haven’t heard either of them actually being spanked for discipline for quite a few years. When I see my disciplinarian its all for stress and emotional release. I don’t feel guilty when I need a spanking, I haven’t done anything wrong to deserve it, I just want it. I prefer actual bondage, padded hand and ankle cuffs are the best, especially if there is a ring to tie me in position over a horse or bench.

The mental aspect can be interesting and exciting, but it has to be at a slower pace. There is a certain thrill and anticipation when being ordered not to move, and I can mostly obey if the licks are spaced out so I can catch my breath and ready myself for the next one. If they’re too fast and close together I lose my composure and I’m going to cover up and roll away from the pain. Obviously it doesn’t matter when I’m fully restrained, but that’s what brings on the panic mode and starts the wild emotional roller coaster ride.

What surprises you? That I’m not that strict with my nieces and nephews? I’m sure they’d rather have me spank them than their parents, but that doesn’t mean they like it. They still put up a fuss and resist going over my knee, and I can assure you, none of them has ever said ‘Thank you’ for taking down their pants. Hope all is well, and have a great Memorial Weekend! Beth

I think its great that you and Bacall ‘play’ together so much.  I’m sure her bottom stings like crazy, but saying it was bright pink tells me you’re a pretty careful disciplinarian.  If you had said her bottom was dark purple and bruised, I’d be a bit worried for her.  I doubt I get spanked as much as she does, but when my husband spanks me its about the same.  My bottom is stingy and red, but its not enough to make me cry, and I’ve sassed him enough on several occasions to get a repeat the next day. Then it stings a bit more, but I’m usually satisfied for a few days after. 

Mom still has the hairbrush, and I’m sure if needed, she’ll put it to good use on my nieces and nephews.  I doubt she would ever use it on me or my sisters again.  We would have to do something pretty drastic for that to happen. Yes, my sisters approve of spanking. I’ve seen them spank their kids a few times, but not lately.  The kids know what they’ll get spanked for and pretty much shy away from that kind of behavior. 

One question: When you spanked your daughter, was it bare bottom?  We were always spanked bare, so there was a lot more embarrassment than if they had let us keep our pants on.  I don’t think it would have changed our behavior that much, but it might have in certain instances. I probably would have chosen a spanking from my dad instead of my mom too.  The spankings weren’t all that much different, but moms tend to spank ‘angry’ more than men do. Their attitude and demeanor make it seem worse than being spanked by a dad, but as i said, the spankings themselves aren’t  really any worse, they just seem that way. I’m not sure why either, but a hairbrush always seems worse than a paddle.  I definitely know what a hairbrush feels like landing on my bare bottom, and 30 seconds of it fast and furious makes it seem like hours!  When mom put us over her knee, I don’t think any of us ever made it past the first 10 or 15 seconds before we were bawling and kicking like crazy, but I don’t know if you could call it breaking our will. I’d say it was more of an emotional washout.  Between being scared, feeling sorry for ourselves, a little bit of anger, and feeling so helpless just made us lose any control we might have had. We just gave up and bawled like babies, but I still do that when its a real spanking.

Hi, I never got spanked in school, but my teachers or the principal made sure my parents knew when I misbehaved, and were probably well aware my bare bottom was properly attended to at home!  I did my share of pouting and feeling sorry for myself when I got spanked, but I knew if I hadn’t been naughty I wouldn’t have gotten spanked either.  I never had a choice about accepting discipline, it was going to happen no matter what I said or did, so it was better to just get it over with and not make it worse!  LOL My parents never yelled and hollered when they spanked us, which kind of made me feel more guilty for disappointing them than if they had gotten angry. I never liked being told what to do either, especially when it contradicted what I wanted to do, but after a few spankings I figured it was in the best interest of my backside if I at least made a token effort to obey their rules. A rule never breaks until you get caught, then you hear that sharp ‘snap’ and sense your bottom is going to pay dearly for it! 

I think we all have our playful and serious sides when it comes to spankings, and at certain times we need/want one or the other. We like the playful because they are erotic and sensual, but we sometimes need to punishment side more for our emotional well being. I look at any implement as a means of spanking. They all sting, and some we dislike more than others, but in the end I’m still going to feel like a naughty bawling little schoolgirl when its over. Dad’s strap was reserved for serious misbehavior, and he applied it with vigor when making an impression on my bare bottom. I think its ‘worse’ than a wooden paddle mainly because it leaves such a fierce burning sensation on my bottom.  “The fires of Hell” is a very apt description of what it feels like, but I still prefer that to a hard paddling that leaves my buttocks sore and bruised for days on end. Granted, small, light wooden paddles can be a lot of fun when used in the playful sense, but I never have liked them for real discipline.  Same with a Lexan paddle, it can be a nice change of pace, but they have a very ‘thuddy’ effect when used for punishment. I’ve never been caned, but I’m assuming it can be nice, or excruciating, depending on how its used. When the decision making becomes all one sided in a relationship it often begins creeping very close to abuse. 

All participants have to be able to say ‘slow down’ or ‘stop’ and everyone else needs to respect that.  I agree, most women don’t need to be tamed, you just have to know how to play the game right. I will say though that some girls and women would certainly benefit from a ‘damn good spanking’ to take them off the pedestal they think they belong on. You’re also right, I have been disappointed a few times. If you had known me in college I suspect that we would have had a very wild, hot, sexy affair, or you would have paddled my butt until I couldn’t sit for a month!  LOL  I think the thing that makes most people interesting is their sense of humor.  If we can laugh at ourselves, we’ll fit in with almost any company.

You suffered through childhood because of ADD, but someone should have seen you had problems.  No doubt they labeled you a ‘problem child’ and let it go at that. Now days they screen the kids a lot better, but sometimes I think they’re too quick to call normal active kids ADD or ADHD. Lets face it, most kids have excess energy to burn and are hyper-active in general. I think we would be better off if we stopped trying to control their lives and just let them be kids. What do you think? Have a great week!    Beth

Hi,    I think being bound over a spanking horse/bench has a certain allure for a lot of women, and some men also. For me its the sense of complete helplessness and vulnerability, but I’m sure others have their own reasons.  Plain old curiosity probably plays a big part, especially for those doing it the first time. It would probably be different in a party atmosphere since the spankings are seldom full on discipline/punishment either.

The fear of being caught bound and naked definitely adds to the thrill and excitement outdoors. Just being exposed causes enough anxiety, but its really multiplied when any ability to flee is taken away. I don’t think any spanking has to be extreme. I tend to think our felt pain is more a matter of where we are mentally than being all physical. It might seem weird that I can’t ‘take’ my spankings without rushing my hands back and struggling, but as I said, I’m not good with mental bondage. My thoughts on spreader bars is they are best used when a woman is bound hands over her head, and its mainly for play and not actual discipline. Then the whips and riding crops can come out and gently play havoc on all the very sensitive parts of her anatomy, and other toys can become part of the game. ( ie nipple clamps, butt plugs, etc.) I’m sure all mattresses have their advantages/disadvantages, but at least I never get ‘rug burn’ on my ass from any of them!  LOL .

I would bet a lot of women have a short pleated skirt, but unless it was part of their school uniform, most girls seldom, if ever wore them to school.  As for the urge to wear one, I think its much greater in those of us into spankings mainly because a skirt and white panties have been ingrained in us as the ‘spanking outfit’ forever.  You look at any old photos of schoolgirls and college girls and they’re almost always in skirts and blouses.  It has become the defacto ‘schoolgirl’ look, but skirts and panties also make it very easy to bare our bottoms, and we usually look rather delightful bent over a desk and bare.    Beth

Skinny Dipping – It seems your ‘neked’ experiences trump mine!  LOL  Almost all of my group skinny dipping was in high school and college. I did several with a boyfriend and other couples when I was younger, but now its strictly me and my husband privately. Lets see, I’ve swan naked in the Atlantic, the Gulf of Mexico, rivers, lakes, several old quarries, and more than a few swimming pools. I’ll be honest, I’ve never actually done it with complete strangers, although I’ve been caught by them on occasion.

Wow, I didn’t know there were all those hot springs in the Pacific NW, but thinking about volcanos I can see where there would be. Yeah, I think I will put it on my bucket list. Maybe my husband and I will plan a vacation in that area next year. Are any of the springs remote and secluded enough we could be the only ones there? This year we’re going to Ireland for a couple of weeks, not with a group tour, just us, but we’re checking out some of the tours just to find out which sites they go to.

Hi Bogey,  I tend to stay away from skirts and dresses because they make my hips look much broader than they already are, and that leaves out the stockings and pantyhose. I’ll put them on when we’re playing because hubby likes them, but that’s about the only time I wear those little outfits. He prefers garter belts or suspender hose so they leave my butt exposed, but I’m sure you like Bacall in them too.

Personally, I think there are far too many photos of girls blatantly showing everything, and I suspect some of them are going to be sorry in the future. Once its on the internet, it never goes away, and someone will always find it. Some of those young college girls may lose job opportunities because of their online pics. 

You sound like my husband. If I’m completely nude, he just likes a pair of earrings, and on occasion just a garter belt with the garters hanging loose. Some times its just a pair of handcuffs holding my wrists behind my back when I’m in a corner and I know my butt is going to be pretty stingy before he takes them off!  LOL   

OMG, you still have that picture?  It must be 10 years old!  It was at my sister’s after we had a girl’s night out and I was feeling kinda naughty!  LOL  I hadn’t even met my husband then, and I was between boyfriends. Actually I was between boyfriends for quite awhile before that because the guy I had broken up with was such a jerk I didn’t want to date anybody!  I think I was sexier then than I am now, but my legs were still kind of ‘heavy’. Even when I was a teenager I never looked good in a mini-skirt or short shorts. Thank you for the compliments, I appreciate them.   

I’ve never actually worn one of those half, or holey bras as you call it, and the crotch less panties when we’ve gone out. I must be getting old because I remember going ‘commando’ with no panties or bra when I was in my 20’s and early 30’s!  Now I ‘jiggle’ too much to do that anymore!  LOL     Are you traveling with friends, or are they people you met at the campgrounds?  One of my husband’s uncles has a motorhome and they caravan with a few other couples when they travel. I don’t know if I’d want to do it for long periods, but a couple of weeks here and there would be fun. I’m thinking of all the new and interesting places my hubby could turn me over his knee.     Be safe traveling!    Beth

Should I continue to post more of Beth from time-to-time?

A week of memories here. I lost my last best friend a year ago last week. Think about that phrase last best friend. He outlived all his friends. His son is the only one left that he was close to.

Frank was more than my friend. My Dad died when I was 21. Frank became my adult Dad. He knew before I did when I needed help and he slipped in and took care of it. He always knew someone that knew someone else that could make things large and small happen.

This weekend 55 years ago Frank lost his Sargent Major in an attack on his firebase. They were close. I always spent Labor Day listening to Frank talk about that day. The house was always full of people. His wife was not content unless there were 30+ people over having a drink. 

It was my pleasure to sit with Frank, to listen to whatever he might care to talk about. He would not drink so fast when I sat beside him. And he sure had a lot to drink about.

Small world footnote. Frank commanded a Marine firebase of 155mm howitzers. The base force protection company was commanded by Charles Robb who was married to Lynda Bird Johnson.

Being spanked as a kid did not mean you would embrace spanking as an adult. Plenty of spanko’s were never spanked or even saw a spanking. But most of us had some experiences. This reader shares his with us.

My grade school experiences started in first grade when we were all called to an assembly. This was grades 1-6.  The principal got up in front of the whole school and produced a paddle. I remember it like it was yesterday.  I don’t remember her words but I remember the gesture of holding it up for all to see, and everyone reacting.

In second grade, one of the students had been talking during class and the teacher, who was one of the younger ones, took him to the back of the room and quietly sat down with the paddle on the desk and scolded him for misbehaving telling him that she was sorry she had to punish him but he had earned it. I remember it felt like it lasted forever, and then she told him to get up and stand in front of her and she gave him 5 swats, right there in class.   I remember it felt “funny” to watch it.  I was scared, but there was something else going on I was only able to identify decades later. It was a very clear moment in my memory.

Lastly in 5th grade (I think I mentioned this earlier in a post on the old site), I was paddled in front of the class for talking. I was required to walk to the classroom next door and ask the teacher for the paddle and bring it back. To be honest, I don’t remember how many swats there were, I  just remember being mortified and scared. I remember afterward, when I took my seat, my bottom felt warm, not sore. I  thought to myself,  “Okay, that wasn’t so bad”

Funny twist on fate, that same teacher lived nearby and after she retired, I delivered her papers, and cut her grass for years until she passed. The spanking was never mentioned.

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I made a bet in 7th grade with a girl I had a crush on during science class.(she was a little crushing too)  We were of course egged on a little by our table mates.  Anyway, the basic parameters were that the loser had to get paddled by her math teacher (a woman known to swing a mean paddle made from a cut-off goalie stick.  Long story short after a series of double or nothings it was determined that we both lost and hence had to submit to said paddling.   We agreed to meet in the teacher’s room after school as she had her for her last class.  I made it to the teacher’s room after school.  As I was walking in  She was walking out.  I asked her if she had taken her paddling (big mistake)  she said yes and left.  I walked in and asked for the paddling I was dude.  The teacher gladly accepted my request and gave me 5 increasingly harder swats.  As I was leaving the teacher asked me what caused me to make my request as I did not have her as a teacher.  I told her the story of the bet and the mutual agreement.   Well 2 days later in Science class as I was sitting at the table a number of kids came in and gave me a high five when I asked what was up they stated  Jill would tell me.  Shortly in walked Jill and she was steamed, apparently she had lied and when I confessed to the teacher the teacher was upset to have been put in the middle and the fact that Jill had lied and allowed me to take the swats.  So the next day at the end of class she called Jill up to the front of class reviewed the bet and the agreement and informed her I had taken my paddling and now was her turn.  She proceeded to lay into her  5 very hard very firm swats  Jill was not happy about it,  Needless to say, it took a few more weeks before I was able to convince Jill to go to the movies with me…Was the start of a nice Jr High/High school relationship that would grow to include mutual spankings

The other day, A reader’s comment on a gals bottom that had been the recipient of a big paddle got me thinking about two gals I paddled for years.

They were both petite. They were both a size 2. Both had cute butts. Both loved hard paddlings. I think they could have been paddled all day and not be satiated. They never asked me for mercy. Bacall could have them both begging in short order. Bacall can lay it on, but I think it was more that they would never give in to a man, but they lost nothing yielding to a woman.

Sharon   (*)                                          Debbie

I recall paying Paddle Party with Debbie. I got out all of our paddles and put them on the credenza. I asked her to pick her poison. Without hesitation, she selected the biggest one. It’s the third from the left. Interestingly, it was a gift from Sharon. While it was long and thick, it was not mean. It had way more thud than sting. I suppose in her mind taking the biggest paddle was like conquering a mountain.

Sharon                                                             Debbie

Sharon                                                                          Debbie

Early on, I was walking with Sharon to her cabin to cane her. She took the cane and showed off her baton twirling skills. Right there I knew a cane was not going to intimidate her.

Bacall put Sharon over the spanking bench and in short order Sharon determined her long term health would benefit by quitting smoking. She never smoked again.

• footnote, that’s not me. It’s fellow with a Q clearance. If you know what that is, it means he had a lot to lose if outed. It makes me giggle when folks tell me that they have to be carful for fear of losing their jobs. Our spanking group was safe for the women and secure for all.

I don’t know what you think about the scrumptious posterior on the masthead.  It makes me think about an attractive gal I saw with her hands on her hips, probably tapping her foot, not patiently, and certainly not submissively, waiting for someone to attend to her. I am all about attending and this one looked like a challenge. My friend and I were finishing up a sale at the cash drawer. I pointed her out to him and headed over. That’s when I found she had a bubble butt that I wanted to grab and squeeze. She instantly had my interest in demeanor and appearance.

She had come to the store on a big sale day. When this store had a sale it was an event. The floor was packed with customers. She wanted to buy a suit for her younger brother and I wanted to spank her. I purposely mismarked the collar so they would have to make an extra trip. The tailor ticket had her phone number on it. And that my friends is how we met.

I called her, we dated, she was rockily engaged to a Navy Lieutenant and his ship was in the Med. Her bottom proved glorious and looked just like the one at the top of the page. We were taken with each other. The deal was sealed one rainy humid afternoon in Tidwell Hall. We caught each others eyes across the sea of fellow students and were engaged shortly after that.

A few years later