Schadenfreude
A reader comment got me thinking about paddlings that we thought were fun, but some could see them as Schadenfreude – one of those $50 dollar words.
- Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.
- Malicious enjoyment derived from observing someone else’s misfortune.
- Delight in another person’s misfortune.
As with most things of this period, it started with my self-declared nieces. There were four of them. In simple terms, they were there to be paddled. I was appointed as the non-nonsense Uncle to lay the paddle on them.
At their whim, additional nieces could be added. Bacall was a special case, she could be a niece or their Aunt depending on the phase of the moon. She could be masterfully, but never successfully, defend herself or she could turn a nieces bottom red.
It started months before. One niece would start a story and sent along to another niece who extended the story, perhaps in a different direction. Before it was through every female in the county was accused of misdeeds.
As those charged with a crime would be paddled, they would throw others under the bus.
If only we had recorded the dialog. It was a hoot. No one laughed longer or louder then me. It was a fun way to spend an afternoon.
Here are some examples of schadenfreude. Just imagine a few more gals watching and grinning,
A Conservation With a Reader
Morning
Have you or Bacall ever sat down and discussed what it is you like? I’ve read over the “How each of us likes to be paddled” several times and I felt like this was very well thought out. But I wondered how specific your communications were.
We got to our places with many conversations over many years.
Although I am very well matched with a spanko wife who is the love of my life, I am not a great communicator when it comes to specifics. ( can you imagine that!!) It seems a bit odd to me that after 30+ years in the scene, I’ve never actually clarified it.
Some folks get off on dirty talk. I have never been altogether sure of what that means. If it includes saying what you are going to do to the other, we do that. I have done that to probably every gal I have spanked. Occasionally, their eyes will get wide and I can tell she is realizing that I am going to do that which she has silently wanted to happen to her for decades. That’s communication. Grin
Also, have you or Bacall ever felt like you need a good paddling to center your emotions, and if yes, Have you found it to be successful.
History Buffs
A Tale of Two Tails
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.
That Delectable Bottom at the Top of the Screen
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
Conversations and Meetings
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Taking a Short Break
Just one picture today. She was taken for a ride in an ATV to a private area where she was well-paddled. I will guess she has taken this ride before and looks forward to it.
That’s a mean thuddy paddle.
I hope you have a good day.
Hey Mike and Others
Some people still can not access OBB using non-standard means like incognito mode or Linux, etc.
Reader Mike reported this, but did not give an email address for a reply.
Caged Lion set this site up. Bless him. I have been a passenger. I don’t know beans about certificates nor why they would prevent a Linux machine from accessing OBB.
You can access OBB with Chrome, Safari, Opera, Brave, etc. You can use your phone iPad and laptop.
There are no plans to make access by other methods possible.
PS I know that most servers run on Linux, so do high-performance machines. Android phones run a form of Linux. OBB can not support it.
OBB is still only getting 5% of the readers the old site reported. I never put much faith in the old number.
Red Male Bottoms
For Openers
How do you like my little dance with each cane stroke?
Kelly Payne – An accomplished spanker
Wood sandals are handy for a spur of the moment spanking
Red head with a belt
No, no, no. No elimination for me. A spanking gives me a boner. I want to keep it.
Up the stairs
Only Known Image of a British Paddling
A Story – Rebecca and Nick
This story was written by a friend over 20 years ago. Some stories that appear on OBB have a basis in reality. The author was strictly a bottom but liked to see men paddled. I was one of those men. She wrote this story before that happened. It would make an interesting video
It was 4:00 on Friday afternoon and I was anxious to head for home and begin the weekend. I’d been working on a project in the school library, and most students had left half an hour ago. As I approached the principal’s office a peculiar noise caught my attention. It sounded like a loud clap – no, more like a slapping noise. As it came again, I realized what it was – someone was getting the paddle! Curious, I tiptoed to the door and listened. The principal, Mr. Sawyer was laying down the law to some unfortunate student. I wondered who it was. I glanced around but the hallway was empty. Surely no one would notice if I sneaked a peek. Temptation got the better of me and I tried the door. It opened easily and the sounds immediately got louder. Miss Thompson, the principal’s secretary, was nowhere to be seen, and Mr. Sawyer’s door was ajar. Heart pounding, I peered into the room. A boy was bent over the desk, his trousers in a heap around his ankles. Mr. Sawyer stood behind him, paddle in hand, sternly lecturing him on the evils of smoking.
Thomas Sawyer was a tall, rather handsome man in his early fifties, with dark hair and brown eyes. He could be stern, but I had always rather liked him. He had a brilliant sense of humor and often made me laugh. As I watched, he lifted the paddle and swung it hard – CRACK! The boy cringed and yelled “OW!” but held his position. I couldn’t see his face – was he crying? The paddle cracked down again. I was totally transfixed at the sight of his bare bottom getting a hard paddling. What did it feel like, I wondered? To be totally at someone else’s mercy, helpless, exposed, your bottom burning like fire…
I was so absorbed in the spectacle before me that I didn’t notice Miss Thompson’s return until it was too late. She propelled me forward into the office, and I stumbled slightly. “It seems we have a Peeping Tom,” she announced to Mr. Sawyer. The principal turned abruptly at the interruption. He looked at me in surprise. “Why, Rebecca! You’re the last person I’d have expected to do such a thing! You ought to be ashamed!” I blushed crimson, wishing I could melt into the floorboards. “I’m sorry, sir…” I mumbled, eyes now fixed on the floor. The boy over the desk made a muffled noise, and Mr. Sawyer redirected his attention to him. “Nick, you may pull up your trousers and turn around.” As he turned around to face us, I gave a start as I recognized him. It was Nick Edwards! He was a very cute senior I’d had a crush on since the beginning of the school year, though I’d always been too shy to approach him. Now I was really embarrassed – what must he think of me now? Mr. Sawyer cleared his throat and for a moment I thought I saw him grin. Then his features became quite stern and he stepped closer until his face was just inches from mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I’d never noticed just how tall he was before, and I suddenly found it quite intimidating.
“Well, Miss Rebecca. What shall we do with you? I think the punishment should fit the crime, don’t you? Since you got to watch Nick receive his swats, I think it only fair that he should watch you get the same. What do you think, Nick?” Nick smiled and said “Yes, sir!” just a trifle too enthusiastically. Was that a leer I could see forming on his face? Damn him, he was going to enjoy this!
Mr. Sawyer dismissed Miss Thompson and closed the office door. “All right, Rebecca. I never thought I’d have to do this, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. I want you to lift up your skirt and bend over the desk, just as you saw Nick do a few minutes ago.” I was absolutely mortified! And I was blushing again. “But Mr. Sawyer, you can’t be serious! Girls don’t get paddled, do they?” “A few do, my dear. Now do as I say.” I really didn’t have much choice, did I?
With a glance at Nick, I turned and followed the principal’s instructions. I was about to find out just exactly how it felt to be paddled! I was embarrassed and scared, but something else, too. Excitement, was that it? Surely I didn’t think I was going to enjoy this – that was just ridiculous! It felt kind of weird to bend over the desk that way. Then I felt a tug as Mr. Sawyer pulled my panties down to my knees. Oh my God! My bottom was completely bare, and in front of Nick! I felt so embarrassed, and so terribly exposed.
“Rebecca, I’m going to give you six swats. Please try to hold your position.” I waited for the first swat for what seemed an eternity. What was he waiting for? I was just about to turn and ask him when the first swat exploded across my bottom. “OW!” I didn’t expect it to hurt so much – I thought he’d go easy on me since I was a girl. “Please bend back over, Rebecca. If I have to tell you again there will be penalty strokes.” I hadn’t even realized I had raised up. I bent over again and waited. The second and third swats came hard and fast, one on each cheek. I could feel tears beginning to form. I gripped the desk and blinked back the tears. Number four came square across the middle and burned like fire. Almost done, hang in there, girl. The last two swats were lower down and encompassed part of my thighs – they hurt the worst yet. By the time he told me to pull up my panties, the tears were flowing down my cheeks. And yet, I felt almost sorry that it was all over so quickly.
“You took your punishment very well, Rebecca. I hope you learned your lesson. And I hope that satisfied your curiosity, young lady.” Mr. Sawyer looked at me kindly as he handed me a tissue. I saw the ghost of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, sir. I promise never to eavesdrop like that again.” I dabbed at my eyes and blew my nose. “May I go now, sir?” “Yes, you may go. And try to stay out of trouble!” I hurried away, not daring to look at Nick. How could I ever face him again?
My mind was a whirl of confusion all weekend. I kept playing those two scenes over and over again in my mind – Nick bent over the desk getting a paddling, and myself bent over getting the same. Thinking about it was making me awfully horny – now, why was that? I’d never been so embarrassed, and it had hurt like blue blazes, and yet something about it turned me on. I couldn’t explain it, and I was dreading having to face Nick on Monday. I just knew he must hate me for watching him like that, and he would probably tell all his friends about watching me get paddled. I would be taunted and teased mercilessly! It was too awful to even think about.
Monday morning came all too quickly. I thought about staying home sick, but then decided I may as well get it over with. I saw Nick in the hall and he waved at me. I pretended I didn’t see him, but he cornered me at my locker. “Uh, oh, here it comes,” I thought. “Why did you disappear so quickly Friday? I wanted to talk to you. Are you OK?” Nick actually looked concerned. What was that about? I muttered some excuse about needing to get home. “Look, I really want to talk to you. Meet me after school?” We agreed to meet at the bleachers by the athletic field at 3:30. I spent the rest of the day on pins and needles, wondering what Nick wanted to talk to me about.
My last class finished early, so I arrived at the bleachers at 3:15. It was a beautiful spring day and the sun felt warm on my skin. There was no one around, so I sat down in the grass and closed my eyes, just soaking up the sun. I started thinking about Friday, and I started getting turned on again. What was it about that spanking that made me feel that way?
I was startled when Nick suddenly spoke – I hadn’t heard him approach. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. He was tall and tan with light brown hair that he wore a little long. He had the most striking green eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. It was a little disconcerting, like being undressed and exposed. He sat down in the grass beside me. “I loved watching you get paddled, Rebecca. You have the most beautiful ass, and seeing it jiggle under that paddle was an incredible turn-on. Am I making you uncomfortable?” I was blushing furiously, but I was secretly pleased. He felt the same way! I said, “Yes you are, but please don’t stop now!” He started stroking my leg as he talked, and I felt myself responding to his touch. I felt mesmerized by his eyes, and after a while he kissed me. I’d never felt so attracted to anyone before, and I had the impression the feeling was mutual. “Would you mind if I spanked you?” he asked with a grin. “No, I think I’d like it!” I answered dreamily. He pulled me down across his lap and began to caress and stroke my bottom – it felt wonderful. He pulled my dress up and began to spank me over my panties. It was a light sting, nothing like the paddle. I was actually willing him to spank me harder. I was disappointed when he stopped, but it was only to take my panties down. Now the spanking began in earnest and he covered my bottom with sharp spanks that made me squirm.
A sudden shadow made Nick stop and look up. It was Mr. Sawyer, grinning widely. “She will need a lot of that, I’m afraid, Nick. Carry on, carry on.” He sauntered off with a wicked smile.
Lady Hawke 4/2002
I looked through the 400 odd pictures I have of women being paddled to find one to illustrate Rebecca being paddled. I did not find a single one that showed an office, a real desk, a man doing the paddling, her skirt up and panties down. Plenty of women doing the paddling, lots with the student in jeans, tacky tables instead of desks, etc.
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