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IT"S ACTUALLY RARE that my fine lady ever reads my blog wee today she tofd me sh just read my blog

2011-06-05T18:08:00.001-04:00

the good news is that there may be more bjs in my future but tthet are sure to include liberal dposses of jokari and oak jhairbrush paddles

two kinds of learning

2011-06-05T08:39:00.000-04:00

there are two kinds of learning there is knowledge and there is experience knowlege comes when you leaern fom the mistakes of others. a month or three ago I mentioned a blog that aappeared new to me by joeysubmits caLLED AT HER FEET, IN INE OF HIS POSTS HE DESCRIBED BEING SPANKED AFTTER AN ORGASMSPECIFICALLY AFTER HAVING BEEN GIVEN ABJby HIS WIFE Well the thoughT of a spanking on top of a fresh orgasm with all nerve endings craving more sensationwas scary to say the least. i psted about it aa fear on Fetlife... So guess what I got this past Fridayand yes if you arewondering it hurt like all hell

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What is it about a Stress Relief Spanking?

2011-05-31T11:21:00.002-04:00

We spankos with TTWD can think up dozens if not hundreds of reasons for a spanking. Everything from discipline to maintenance and even for stress relief.

Naturally, I've had stress relief on my mind for quite sometime now... Actually, I'm really desperate for it.

What is the big attraction of a spanking for stress relief? This question has been hounding me.

When one is stressed out with money problems, job problems or lack of same I suppose after a while the big appeal is the thought of having ones brain completely occupied by something other than the constant worries of the day.

There can sometimes be the temporary relief by the proper administration of a sufficient dose of alcohol... But, that offers others issues too and just doesn't offer the more instant relief that comes from the firm and repeated application of the hand, strap, paddle or cane to buttocks.

Some of The benefits:

You are instantly reminded that someone knows and cares and will take action to remind they are there and will help.
For a little while, it's absolutely impossible to think about anything else other than the spanking that is happening.
The closeness recharges the relationship and offers a feeling of safety that you're not alone.
Instantly changes attitude
Reminds for hours or, properly for days

Stressed Out and No Relief

2011-05-31T10:52:00.000-04:00

Stress is out of control and no relief in sight.

Every turn and option just looks like more grief and agravation.

Being the typical spanko I would love some stress relief from the business end of My Fine Lady's wooden paddle... But, she's still not feeling well and to even suggest or outright ask again is out of the question and would be insensitive and selfish.

Blogger Still Damaged

2011-05-31T10:16:00.001-04:00

I suppose I'm not the only one having problems with blogger lately... I guess others are too.

I couldn't comment on MBS last week and can't today.

I've been trying to leave a comment at Consensual Spanking for over a week and a half now. (Red suggested a Yahoo group to his readers... (tried to join, but the moderator denied my membership)... :(

When I sign in to Google blogger it acts like it knows me.

However, when I go to another blog and try to post a comment it thinks I'm anonymous and doesn't recognize the CAPTCHA when I type it in. So, communication in the blogger world appears to be stymied.

UPDATE

Blogger still acting up..

I can post to this blog but even if I try to comment on this post it only sees me as anonymous :(

I even cleared all cookies and rebooted and then came back and signed in to no avail.

Mercinary

2011-05-05T00:03:00.002-04:00

Ok, so all you occaisional but loyal readers may know...
I would never compromise the integrity of my blog under any circumstanes...

Except for Cold Hard Cash!!!

Bouncing around in blogworld I found a 'Gadget' that calculates the 'value' of a blog... I set it at the bott,m of the page but it just doesn't seem to print out and since they don't pay me to debug their code that is how it will likely stay.

The damn-fool thing values this blog at $40,393.92 (insert axim 'Show me 'da money'... etc.

I can't get the blasted HTML/Java to recognize in blogger or you would be able to gawk at the foolishness yourself.

Now Web Address 'value' is a rather subjective term unless someone is standing before you with a fist-full of pictures of dead presidents. In that case... it's grab green... run like hell.

I wonder... what sort of Gold-Mine something like Bonnie's MBS might be...

Then again... without seeing Scude, Escarole, Donero, Greenbacks, etc... It's all a crock of shit.

Then again lets talk about real blog value.

For me the real blogs of value have been created by DWC Mike, Scully and Recedivist.Many others too... Some gone, others pop up on occaision or hints of their existance linger on... Yet as some may fade, names change to protect the inocent (or not so inocent) TTWD goes on...

Seems to flicker sometimes but never seems to die...

Yet to many of those early blog pioneers we owe a priceless debt.. Thanks to you all if you continue to lurk and browse and I imagine you just may... 'cause I can't imagine this thing ever leaves the blood whatever it might be... TTWD.

To those pioneers and all of those who follow... A Heart-Felt Cheers!!!

Their Contributions?

Pricelless!

Tight-ie White-ies (part deux)

2011-04-18T07:23:00.000-04:00

So, in spite of my hatred for tight-ie whiteies...
I've been wearing them.

Why?
Because one of those things I crave along with a bottom burning spanking is the sensation of having them lowered for me.

You know, that little tug that will reveal my rock hard ding-ding that gives away the sexual excitement of an impending spanking. Reveals my over white buttocks that will soon be turned bright red. My buttocks that will soon be turned hot, throbing, and sore.

Damn, this whole spanking thing is full of those little things that only happen for a few seconds yet occupy our minds for hours.

Tighty-White-ies (part-one)

2011-04-16T20:35:00.000-04:00

You readers out there have no reason at all to know how much I hate wearing ‘tightly white-ies’.

Actually for decades I’ve been a ‘go commando guy’.

Basically, it goes back to the time shortly after .I was married to X-wife. You see we wanted babies, and we read that men who wore tightly white-ies were less fertile.

Something about gonads held closer to the body, and body heat killing sperm count and all of that stuff. The result was that almost instantly after X stopping birth control I managed to deliver the needed seed.

So, apparently I’m the sort of guy who can simply look at a woman and get her pregnant. Which, of course isn’t a comforting ability when one is working the singles market, and not comforting when in a relationship with a wonderful woman like My Fine Lady who happens to be in the prime of child bearing years.

Frankly, the concept that my little ding-ding is an incredibly dangerous pregnant weapon is even a concern if she should give me a nice hand-job and then go the bathroom… Well, not that I don’t love being a daddy, and my full grown sons are the best part of my life…But at my advanced age it’s NOT time to hit the reset button if you know what I mean.

But I digress…

For the past two weeks, I’ve been wearing tightie whiteies…

(cont)

Happy Birthday

2011-04-13T07:08:00.000-04:00

I've used photos from one of the women on the Fetlife F/m Spanking Group before. Hisboss is one of my favorites there, mainly... if you read her profile you can't help but admire how she responded when her husband approached her about his desire to be spanked and controlled.

Well, now her husband has had a surprise birthday present.

A spanking from Dana Specht!

See it here.

New Blog

2011-04-10T12:56:00.003-04:00

There is a new blog out there in Al Gore's internet by joeysubmits and I see he is lacking followers. So, I would like to suggest his blog At Her Feet. He's only made a couple of posts so far but I have a feeling his writing style and stories will appeal to many of us.

Stop by, follow and maybe encourage him, there may be lots more of us out there.

So I still need a spanking.

2011-04-10T02:05:00.001-04:00

So I need a spanking, a major serious spanking.

It's been a while since I've been spanked, and as I related in my last post that I really shouldn't be pushing so much as My Fine Lady might say be "Jonesing for a hurtin'" as she hasn't been feeling well.

Still, it's all I've been able to think about.

There is a of course more to the story, and of course more that I had no intention to divulge to public scrutiny.

I've been a naughty boy the past week or three, I've been indulging in martinis much more than usual, and perhaps at times, more than I should even in light of what may be viewed as a male version of bratting... Of course as previously reported, with no desired result.

Then there are other things... Like what those martinis may be encouraging me to do to get attention that I haven't mentioned... Like shaving my balls.

I always (for decades) wore beards or moustaches (on my face), but early on My Fine Lady let me know she preferred me clean shaven... so to try to comply with her desires I've mostly been clean shaven.

Now, you mix this information with measured (minute) amounts of Dry Vermouth and much larger amounts of Gin, with a pinch of a kinky middle age man's brain and the result is a man sitting on the can shaving his nuts.

Naturally, as the regular reader may realize, her amusement was both controlled and measured.

Most importantly, I want her to be feeling better, but still I feal guilty for how much these warped desires have made me realize I need to pay more attention to her needs.

Mind Mess

2011-04-04T22:53:00.002-04:00

OK, so my brain is totally in knots.

It's been a few weeks since I've been spanked. Ours is a strange relationship since from the start I was probaby supposed to Top her a lot more often than her Top me.

The thing of it is, I'm more than happy to Top her any time she wants that... but the reality is we've both realized that when she Tops me she gets VERY wet.

Now this may have created a quandry for her, My Fine Lady hs always identified mainly as sub. I've always been more switch.

This morning in desperation for the attention I crave, I sent My Fine Lady an email with photos and artwork of wifes spanking thier husbands asses raw sore with the simple question if it gave her any ideas.

Well, the answer came, that she hasn't been feeling well enogh to respnd to my hints. I should have realized but I've been more focused on my needs, and unaware of hers.... See that?

Good reason for my deserving a sound spanking!

Damn I love this woman and I want to be laying over her knee feeling her love for me, but I guess I've been too selfish not realizing she's not been well.

More on Want of Fear

2011-03-05T10:12:00.002-05:00

The idea of a spanking that could recreate that natural fear of spankings that I mentioned in the last post continues to bounce around in my warped brain.

It wasn’t very often that I was spanked as a child and those few times when I was spanked, it certainly wasn’t much more than one or two swats. But there were two distinct differences at that young age. One was that even those one or two swat were sure to generate tears but more along the theme of this post, the thought that I was going to be spanked, created an incredible amount of fear. That fear would just manifest itself at the mere thought of my poor ass getting spanked.

Those were the days before central air conditioning so naturally as we were out playing it was easy to hear when any of our friends were getting a butt warming. Those sounds naturally sent the ‘oh shit’ sensation through our entire crowd. As mentioned in my previous post, that fear has been replaced these days by excitement when I happen to realize that a spanking is inevitable these days.

Mom kept one of those paddle ball paddles that had at one time been my toy. Previously, there had been an elastic band and ball attached to that evil device. Band and ball long gone as they were, the paddle stayed and was kept in the corner of the kitchen counter behind the cocktail shaker.

When she reached for it, I ran like hell. She always managed to catch me on the stairs racing for my room. I had no idea what I would have done if I actually made it to my room, but still, I took off as fast as my short little legs could carry me.

Naturally, as an adult spanko with an awareness of adult sexuality those childhood fears have been replaced by excitement. Not to mention a much greater awareness as to the incredibly powerful implements of pain generation that can be unleashed upon an anxious bare ass.

Of course it’s not just the implement. Just like a fine painting, the talent and beauty isn’t in the brush or the paint, but the true artistry is in the hands of the artist. So, the complexity of the recipe for our imagined fear generating spanking, grows geometrically.

There are enough variables to make it literally possible to be spanked a dozen times a day 365 days a year and never experience the same spanking twice.

Now there’s a concept that could generate fear.

Experience as an adult spanko makes one realize that there’s just as much anticipation and trepidation when seeing the love of your life holding a relatively small hairbrush as there is when she’s holding a nasty cane or large wooden paddle. Therein lies the issue of my imagination… Bringing that moment of fear far in advance of the actual spanking so that true ‘oh shit’ moment would be generated far in advance of the actual spanking.

The Spanking to be Feared

2011-03-03T14:11:00.001-05:00

One of the many spanking related topics that bounce around in my warped mind on a regular basis, is wondering what it would be like to experience a spanking that would have a long time lasting effect.

To be more clear, I wonder what it would be like to experience a spanking that would create a sincere fear any time in the future I was again threatened with a spanking.

Of course like many guys out there who may be stopping by here for a read, the suggestion of a spanking or downright threat (read promise) of a spanking almost always brings Mr. Happy to full attention. Naturally, he’s waiting for his happy time relaxing against the wonderful smooth thigh of My Fine Lady. As we all know his happy time is usually short lived as My Fine Lady usually doesn’t waste too much time before her spankings become shall we say… Distracting.

But I digress…

In any event I can’t imagine what sort of spanking would be needed to create that “Spanking of a Lifetime” for me. Of course I’ve gotten better at maintaining position for spankings from My Fine Lady, but in all honesty I really don’t have much in the way of a pain tolerance. In fact I don’t know if that fact, would make it easier or harder for her to take me to that point where I would get a spanking that could change my outlook and fear a future spanking instead of crave it.

Still, I crave it. Just like I crave getting the spanking that might finally break down my ‘guy’ walls and actually force tears to flow.

Popcorn and Paddles

2011-03-02T12:45:00.000-05:00

UPDATE:

Well this blog post from last November has been rendered irrelevant. The video that it linked to on Spankingtube.com (below the fold) apparently was deleted. After hearing about the nonsense ServingB put up with I can understand why.

So, as a consolation I've added this other video so the page will have some content. I've linked to another video where another lucky fellow has a fine lady who enjoys her chores best with a nice wide paddle.

Enjoy!

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Grab the popcorn folks, I'm going to review another little spanking movie.

In my last blog post I commented on the quality (or lack thereof) found in the typical video on SpankingTube.

I mentioned how I prefer videos that don’t have annoying distractions, like plots.

Tina at Die starke Frau apparently took exception with the fact that a video without a plot could be considered enjoyable.

Maybe it’s a spankee thing, or a guy thing... or maybe it's just me; But if I’m going to watch a spanking video part of the attraction is being able to imagine myself in the same scenario. Automatically for me, that would preclude a woman dressed in black rubber or leather wearing 8” high heels and carrying a bullwhip. Basically, I just can’t imagine My Fine Lady dressed in black leather wearing 8” high heels. The bullwhip part? Yeah, I can imagine that but we don't own one... yet.

Not that she wouldn’t look good in black leather and 8” high heels. More so that my particular kink and what I find sexy is more toward the typical House Frau in a sort of June Cleaver or Donna Reed-ish sort of way.

Trust me, if My Fine Lady were to do something like put on black leather, 8” high heels and pick up a bullwhip there isn’t a man out there who’s pulse wouldn’t race and if he’s smart enough... he’ll run like hell.

So in any event, if there is too much talking or too much of a plot or playing dress-up, I find it harder to imagine myself in the same scenario. Not to mention when there is an attempt to apply a plot to a short spanking video it usually become obvious that we spankos not only share an interest in hot sore asses, but also a complete lack of acting ability.

Today’s subject of discussion is another one of the videos found at the bottom of the page. Now here we have a spanking with a mini plot that’s easy to get past since it’s rather brief. Obviously, he’s done something wrong and it’s also obvious that she intends to do something about it. It starts with a bit of dialogue, but we’ll ignore that. To me the “young man” is a bit contrived and a “mister” might play better there, but we all get the point… he’s going to be spanked.

Now I suppose there are a couple of things I really admire about this video.

First, is how determined this particular lady is to see to it that her man will be able to remember the spanking. It would appear that our hero, “Bill” has already had a bit of a warm up and from this little short one could imagine that the warm up itself was probably a memorable event unto itself.

Without much ado, she firmly, very firmly I might add, applies an actual 50 dose of what appears to be a somewhat light, yet rather intimidating paddle that I’m sure contains a considerable amount of sting. The concept of being bent over a chair like this is not one I ever want to find myself in. I'm much more comfortable (sic) over My Fine Lady's luscious lap.

The astute observer will note that this particular lady is probably a pretty good competitor on the tennis court. Her swing is purposeful, consistent and the follow through is certainly to be admired. Admired might not be the right word, perhaps feared would be better. She is certainly a no nonsense woman who happens to display the same sort of determination that at time plays upon my own sorry ass.

If I happen to be getting a stress relief spanking and My Fine Lady sees that the spanking is getting to be very effective she might lessen the dose slightly or vary the speed at least until I regain a little bit of composure.

On the other hand, if I’m getting a real punishment spanking similar to what is portrayed in this video I can be sure that my movements, complaints or objections will fall on deaf ears, as happens to our poor lucky subject Bill in this video.

The second thing I admire about this particular video is how well “Bill” manages to stay in place. That’s not something I’ve yet been able to completely master. In my particular case at some point I often manage to get out of position and of course usually pay dearly for it.

I look forward to your comments and I'm curious to learn how many others may find bits of this video intriguing.

The subject of my next astute review will be the wimpy weenie video, also found at the bottom of the page.

Blogs and Link Maintenance

2011-02-27T13:40:00.001-05:00

I just added a couple of Blogs to my blogrolls, they may have been sitting in the list of blogs that I follow for a while but I don't often check. There are two basic different ways to have blogs appear in a blog roll.

Bonnie at MBS does it both ways, alphabetical and by last post date. On her site the blogs with recent updates appear at the top right side of her blog. Then below that she lists all blogs that she "follows" in alphabetic order.

What I've done here is similar with both blog rolls appearing on the right side of the page. The inner list is for F/M Spanking blogs and the outer is for all blogs that I follow and both are in most recently updated blog at the top. So, if a F/M Blog updated two minutes ago, it will be listed at the top of both columns. It may not be the best way to list them, but it works for me.

What happens with this method is that blogs that haven't been updated for a while drop to the bottom of the list. So, if someone hasn't updated their blog for months or even years the blog will drop to the bottom of the page. Some bloggers drop these older blogs but I usually leave them, it's not like it hurts anything and sometimes they come back to life.

The one problem I have is that since I try to list F/M blogs in the inner column, I sometimes can't tell what is a F/M blog just by the title or recent post snippet when I'm maintaining the blog roll.

So, if you have a F/M oriented blog and I don't have you listed that way please leave a comment and I'll add your blog to the F/M list.

ADD: I initially made this post without any pictures... But I like pictures, especially if they suggest something or tell a story. I've just added this fine picture 'Red' at Consensual Spanking recently posted on his return from vacation. Somehow, it just screams Maintenance, after all, that is the subject of today's post at Her Paddle Central

Who can be a Dominant?

2011-02-25T20:45:00.001-05:00

Well, as I’ve often mentioned here on this blog... I’m more into a real life, perhaps fifty-ish kind of action guy... It’s what appeals to me.

No, we don’t have yellow and black tile in the bathroom. No, we don’t have a Felix the cat clock over the kitchen sink with swaging tail. (wish we did). However, it’s not that I can’t appreciate Goth type activities or that sort of thing… but it’s not the hot, high flame that lights my candle.

One of the spanko places I visit on a regular basis is the Spanking Classics discussion boards. There are a few things that I find welcoming about the site. For one, it’s not dark. Yeah, I don’t like dark. The whole black leather, black lipstick, black implements sort of thing just doesn’t appeal to me.

Being a wannabe real life 50-ish guy carries the basic fact that is that real life happens in broad daylight. Often, without warning, staging or advance notice. Well yeah, warning or advance notice can be exciting. Especially if intermixed on occaision to keep the spankee off-balance. You know, mind games can build intensity.But I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that real life in the kitchen or bedroom trumps the Vampire dungeon.

In fact speaking about ‘dark’… although not a ‘Trek-ie’… I believe that the one reason “Deep Space Nine”, “Enterprise” & “Voyager” failed is because they all tried to use what could be described as “Dark Sets”, almost Goth or BDSM-ish. Great for BDSM (which some of them suggested in some eppisodes) but not great for SciFi and not an element in the original series or “The Next Generation”.

But I digress…

I’ll expound on a response to a post on the Spanking Classics Discussion board.

The Question:

I have been into spanking for as long as I can remember and for years I have longed for a DD relationship. Recently I met a nice 19 year old (I am 29) spanko from my city and we got really close and I ended up spanking her a few times. Despite being really close she felt something wasn't clicking. Later we discovered that she felt that I wasn't as dominant as I appeared online and that my lecturing isn't as effective as when I write to her.

I am not a wimp by any means. I am quite masculine but I am not an alpha male and never will be. I am very protective and caring and she loves it when I hold her and make her feel safe after a spanking. However I really want to try and develop a more dominant side and become better at lecturing. My voice is quite calm and relaxing, which is good if you aren't scolding someone!.

Do you think it is possible to have a DD relationship with a submissive even if I am not typically dominant.

My edited response:

Perhaps the one reason role play doesn't appeal to me at all. I have many aspects of my personality that can come off as being dominant. So if I let my dominant nature remain on the surface, it’s difficult for someone to dominate me. However, when I feel a connection that involves someone who I know loves me, I crave being able to submit.

I don't think Dominance has to come off as an 'A' type, or requires harsh demanding tones. I think the most valuable aspect of scolding/lecturing is… sincerity. Therefor, my opinion can be summed up by saying anyone is is in love can be dominant and sincere if the subject of their potential wrath is someone they love.

Scolding becomes effective when you actually manage to connect with an aspect of behavior that the sub/bottom hasn't considered. For example drinking and driving can easily be scolded for when part of your scolding is to tell the recipient that they are now ordered to take lots of photos/be photographed often so there will something for their children to remember them with.

The same sort of comment can be used with failing to take care of one's health, take prescribed meds, exercise etc. But most important to generate the dynamic that you are striving for, it's important to actually project your disappointment, your care and your refusal to let the subject get away with it without your intervention.

So my advice for the dominant:

When you are sincere, don't drone on in a monotone with dialogue that bores and You actually want to speak dialog that lets the subject understand that you do care...

You can get more tears flowing in the corner than the following spanking can ever make.

Also a subject that will not only be a happy spanko with a sore bottom but also one who just may quickly learn to not only crave a sore bottom but actually even the forgiveness that you provide only after a spanking.

Ultimately if you do DD, the disappointment becomes the main source of pain from a spanking. The ass isn’t actually spanked, the brain is what is spanked… The ass is merely a very good and available conduit to the brain. When my mostly submissive lady has good cause to be pissed she has no problem at all knowing what to do about it and there is no doubt at all I’ll soon have a VERY sore ass.

She hasn’t managed to break down my wall and get tears flowing, but long before implement meets skin I crave her forgiveness. Scolding isn’t a major component of spanking for either of us no matter who’s doing the spanking, but there is never any doubt that it can, (when used properly) be very effective and right on target.

So, circumstance and not dominant nature create the true dominant in my humble opinion for things that are real life, and not role play.

BTW, if you visit Spanking Classics and join there, my ID on that board is 'Bendover'.

More About Movie-Time

2011-02-23T11:19:00.001-05:00

In one of the Spanking groups on fetlife that question that pops up every once in a while appeared again last night…

”What makes a really good spanking video”

One of the respondents was servingb, a regular blogger and commenter here. He responded that they had made a video and posted it to SpankingTube. Although I scan his blog on a regular basis, I must have missed his mention of it. He noted that on Spankingtube he was surprised that he had received negative comments. I suppose it’s not really surprising since people too often tend to be rude on the internet. It’s an unfortunate fact that people behave badly on the internet. The net is anonymous (mostly) and people routinely misbehave on the net. Well, lets at least hope whoever was rude to servingb got a good spanking for it. Or worse, no spanking for their bad behaviour!

The following is my response to that thread:

> What surprised me were the negative comments from folks on spanking tube. - @Servingb

It's a fact that the internet lets people be assholes. People constantly act in fashions that they would be too ashamed to act in person.

When it comes to spanking videos, I think a lot of it has to do with someone being able to picture themselves in the video. Also, I believe a level of nostalgia comes in to play

I notice a lot of the crowd that enjoys F/m Spanking has an intrest in some older 'classic' F/m spanking videos that just don't do it for me. I think in that particular case people enjoyed them years ago since that may have been all that was around except older 8mm stuff. Not having had my intrest developed at that time, perhaps I just don't have a basis for those 'classic' videos to appeal to me.

We've thought about doing some videos, but we lack the equipment. Also, one of the things that is an issue is we lack what could best be described as an area that could be devoted to spanking. Let's call it studio space and/or furniture that could staged for a spanking.

When I do watch videos although I' a Switch I usually only enjoy watching F/m Spanking. For me what appeals to me is real spankings... Not faked, no starlets, not contrived reasons for spankings and spankings that look like "Yeah, that's going to hurt in the morning...".

Also, it would appear that being a spanko does not make someone an actor... So, too much dialogue is almost certainly a turnoff for me. Perhaps my masochist side comes out too, I enjoy videos of spankings that would scare the shit out of me to think that they could happen to me.

The more severe or the scarier the implement assortment the better.

For me also what I can find appealing are traditional things that enhance a spanking. Whereas items like a prison strap, barber strop, frat paddle, large Spencer paddles and heavy loopys may offer fear factors, a hairbrush offers nostalgia. Not to mention my affinity for a woman spanker in a cocktail dress and modest heels. To me, those things offer a certainty that the spanking is going to happen, nothing will stop it and by the time it’s over there is going to be one VERY sore ass.

Naturally, I imagine it’s going to be mine.

110,000 Visits - WoW

2011-02-19T15:41:00.001-05:00

I began this blog this past June and now it looks like in the next day the number of visitors will top 110,000. That's going by the free sitemeter that's been on the blog since day one.

I never did notice when it toggled over 100k, frankly I'm surprised that so many people do visit the blog and actually it's clear that many must come back again and again.

Clearly, the thought of a man being spanked by his loving wife is a popular one. I know why, and apparently many of you do too.

Today we feature some of my favorite.

I thank all of you who visit this blog, I especially appreciate those of you take the time to leave comments. For we bloggers, sometimes it's the comments that keep us interested in continuing to write about our thoughts and experiences.

Motivation

2011-02-19T11:40:00.001-05:00

Well there hasn’t been much spanking at all around the “Her Paddle Household” for quite some time now and I think My Fine Lady is getting the idea that she just might intend to change that. I did help that along.

For quite some time now we’ve both have been under an incredible amount of stress. Not uncommon these days for most couples, ours is centered around our financial dilemma. I’ve been unemployed for far too long and we fight a constant battle with the stack of un-payable bills. At least we haven’t been fighting.

Last night I was rubbing her back and I mumbled in her ear that I needed a good spanking. She asked why… I thought for a second and answered: For all the usual reasons…” She said nothing.

Basically, spanking hasn’t been part of our life for a while now. The biggest problems mentioned above have resulted in a few different conditions that I blame myself for, which naturally build upon themselves. For one, I’ve been lethargic. Additionally, in spite of my having something of a dominant strong personality (except while over her lovely lap) I’ve probably been as close to what I can possibly be on the verge of clinical depression. So in any event my whisper to her may have set things into motion.

When she finally decides that I’m going to get a spanking, she chooses the time for the actual event carefully. It would be unusual for it to happen when I’m expecting it, so it could be days away and I imagine I’m going to be on edge for at least a few days but I’ll be getting more and more hints the closer it gets. Usually there will be a day or three of random slaps to my ass when

I least expect them. Also there will

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Well I didn’t have to wait very long, no she didn’t interrupt my typing. I took a break and was out on the porch having a smoke when she opened the door and I saw the ominous curling finger. I walked in and saw she was holding the sawed off bathbrush and the hated oak hairbrush paddle as I followed her to the bedroom.

We’ve all seen those pictures of those women who lead the way up a staircase or down a hall carrying implements. Right about at this point is when my pride and joy would usually be standing at full attention making it difficult to drop my pants, but not this time… he was hiding. I guess he suspected like I did that this could be bad.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pointed my over her knee. I tried to get as comfortable as possible since I knew I would likely be there for quite some time.

Right from the start she scolded or actually kept asking me questions about why I was getting spanked. She rubbed from the get go for quite a while and the questions weren’t easy… They dug deep and she began to spank with her bare hand. She spanked every square inch of my up-turned ass from the tops of my thighs to above my crack. I couldn’t believe how long her hand spanking lasted and the scolding questions were getting to me.

Apparently she’s been getting very pissed about my basking in self-pity. My self-pity has been centered around my inability to provide for her in a fashion that she deserves. The basic fact is, I’ve been getting pissed about it too. I have very little sympathy for people who bask in self-pity and it actually sickens me to realize it in myself.

My Fine Lady has had a difficult life. From her youth to adulthood she has repetitively been forced to endure some very nasty hardships and subsequently make some very difficult decisions. One decision that was very easy for her was that I was long overdue for a spanking, she rectified that issue.

The hand spanking lasted for at least ten minutes. I’ve never been spanked by bare hand OTK for that long before and I began to zone out from the probing questions, comments and rhythmic spanking.

When she stopped she rubbed for a long time as she continued about all of the things that have been bothering her.

I’m pretty sure it was the sawed off bathbrush that was next used on my ass. She wasn’t spanking very hard with it, but it was enough that my hips were dancing on her knee and she finally had enough of it. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been spanked so I’m being very easy on you. But if you don’t stop bouncing around I’m going to start spanking hard.”

Don’t you hate that? When you have to try and ignore the wicked sting and just lay there?

It was difficult, but I was finally just laying there, again as she continued to scold. Which diverted my brain from the unending sting. She finished up with the wicked oak hairbrush paddle. That little bastard stings like hell. It doesn’t have the thud of the bathbrush but the sting is more intense and concentrated.

All things considered it was probably one of the lightest spankings that I’v ever had but the consistent rhythym and the length of spanking probably had me closer to breaking down and letting tears flow than I think I’ve been in I don’t know how long.

After, she asked how my spanking was. I had no choice, I had to tell her that she’ll have to do it again.

Always New Techniques and Implements

2011-02-14T12:59:00.010-05:00

I was reading a post from a gentleman in the FLR group on FetLife and the issue he was dealing with was that it was hard for him to imagine spankings from his wife as either being punishment or motivation since he craved and enjoyed them so much.

Certainly, we all enjoy and crave those spankings from our loving wives that remind us of their love. Feeling my hard cock against her smooth thigh while she lights my ass on fire is certainly provides a wealth of sensations I could always use and enjoy more of, and of course a Valentines day sentiment befitting the day.

Following is my response as I believe there are always things that can make a spanking less desirable. I think every couple needs a certain kind of spanking available in their repertoire that won't be craved, desired or enjoyed.

For me, I think there might be a lot of motivation available in implements and/or techniques.

You just might need to experience a punishment spanking that you'll never want to experience again. The result might be you'll be able to still receive regular more frequent desirable maintenance spankings that you can still crave and enjoy... Yet still, always have the potential distaste/fear of the severe punishment spanking remaining a tool readily available for your wife's use in her repertoire.

If you have a small assortment of implements and can't make the investment, then repetition could be a method available to her. Perhaps what would be a normal intense spanking but instead of it being over... you now are sent to the corner for a specific time letting you reflect on the event and giving her time to re-energize and then 2nd inning, corner time and third inning etc..

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It's also possible for techniques to be used to make existing spankings much more painful and not just with more powerful implements. For example, if your corner time is spent with cold wet compresses or sponges in your tighty-whiteies (or panties or pantyhose) held tightly to your sit spot and thigh creases softening and wetting and wrinkling your skin, they can be followed up with a good dose of a stout Lexan paddle. Lexan paddles on wet softened skin will produce a most painful spanking that's certainly not very enjoyable or yummy.

Similar results can be achieved with some nice, heavy wooden spoons soaked in a pitcher of ice water. As one spoon dries while she heats your bottom she can simply reach down and swap for a fresh wet, cold spoon. Your ass will certainly suffer.

Perhaps you can develop a fear of certain implements or even implements used in certain positions that you'll not be able to look forward to. For example, a long hard session with a nice cane has a completely different sensation when in the diaper position. Also, a good heavy wood paddle or hairbrush can inflict a completely different level of intense pain if you're touching your toes than the same implement used OTK. They can also do some serious damage, so naturally care should be taken.

For a good assortment of some seriously effective, yet inexpensive wood paddles I would suggest Woodrage Paddles. http://www.woodrage.com/ Their 3/4" oak 16" paddle with 3/4" inch holes should certainly be feared when used on the sharp edge side. (holes are smooth chamfered on one side and sharp on the other... The Bastards).

They also have a 3/4" Oak Hairbrush paddle that I can attest deserves a mountain of respect.

There are also many fine options in other implements and you may want to also check out Cane-iac. http://www.cane-iac.com/

There are many fine makers of implements but these are two that I can personally vouch for that offer products of quite decent quality, at very reasonable prices.

Of course there are other scenarios too, one that appeals to my nature is being in the corner watching a nice big bar of ivory soap soaking in a bowl of warm water. When it's time for your spanking a washcloth and the softened soap can be used to clean out your naughty mouth, and still provide something tasty for you to bite down on while being paddled.

Naturally, after your ass gets good and tender if your wife should so choose, the bowl-full of soapy water can very easily be sucked out with an enema bulb and installed into your well lubed ass. Then, a dozen or so good hard paddle smacks will insure the solution is effectively and deeply installed, giving you more to think about while the remaining bulb-fulls are lovingly prepared, inserted and paddled into place.

If humiliation is part of your normal activities, you can optionally be dressed just in time to be stood in the bathtub where you can soil yourself and ordered to clean up your own mess.

The possibilities are truly endless.

Hope this helps...

Enjoy!

London Tanners is Back

2010-12-11T19:07:00.001-05:00

London Tanners is now back!

According to Ian at London Tanners they will have a US presence starting in January.

From his post on Spanking Classics Forum:

"...begining in January 2011 we will have our customer service office open in the US (Florida)so all North American orders will be shipped from there saving you both waiting time and money."

We have one of Ian's pieces of artwork, appropriately called the Domestic Discipline Strap, I believe it to be the one to the left of the long one in the center of the photo.

I might add it works quite well... too well.

Yahoo Ping Box

2010-12-02T12:30:00.002-05:00

Well, I've thought Wdspoone's idea of a Yahoo Messenger Ping Box to be a good idea.
(Although I've never yet manged to seen him online).

So, I've added one here to the blog sidebar.

If you should see me online... chat somtime!

But mention the blog, so I don't think you're a Nigerian banker offering me great wealth and end up adding you to an ignore list :)

Memories and Marks

2010-11-20T23:19:00.001-05:00

The Brunch topic at MBS today is a discussion about marks and bruises. I posted my response there and I'll elaborate here a bit.

My comment:

As a spanker, I'm not fond if seeing bruises and marks but I do know that My Fine Lady loves the sensation that can still be felt later. So, it's not my goal to make marks and bruises but more being able to make the sensation last.

As a spankee, I do enjoy being bruised and marked, especially when I can still feel the reminders of the spanking days later. It reminds me of the love My Fine Lady has for me;

It's not her thing, she would much rather just receive spankings, but she spanks me because she knows it's what I want and need. For someone who says she doesn't like giving spankings she certainly has gotten to be VERY good at it though.

Yes, she is VERY good at it. Of course whenever I comment on her abillity she quickly turns it around and says she learned from the best. If that's actually true, I certainly taught her too much.

It's really a funny thing about marks and bruises. It's not that I want pain, well sometimes I think I do, but as I've mentioned before that goes away quickly when My Fine Lady is using an implement.

It's just that when I have a sore ass I never have any trouble remembering that someone loves me, so much so that she's willing to spank my ass raw when it's the right thing to do.

Paddles and Popcorn

2010-11-18T12:08:00.003-05:00

The astute reader will notice a new twist on today’s blog post. Yesterday the title of my blog post was Popcorn and Paddles, today just the opposite. Perhaps you're asking yourself why it's been turned around and frankly I don't know.

I toyed with the idea of making today's title Popcorn and Paddles v2.0 but quickly decided it didn't provide enough variety to the reader. I'm really not sure which is better; the one thing I do know is it really doesn't matter...

But I digress...

However, back to the real point of today's post, another review of a spanking movie found at the bottom of the page.

Yesterday I mentioned that the subject of my next review would be the video of the wimpy weenie guy.

Now you might be wondering why I call the guy wimpy and weenie. For all we know he may anything but wimpy and a weenie.

He may very well be a captain of industry or for that matter a high ranking military officer who spends his at work time locked in a mountainside bunker with his finger poised over "the button".
He also could be an airline Captain who routinely defies death while hurtling through space in a pressurized aluminum tube with hundred of sheeple in the back, relaxing after having been freshly irradiated or groped by the TSA.

He could be anyone, except in this video our hero is a quivering ball of jelly as his spouse is extracting some truth from him. There's something special about that, in any event she has made him appear to be wimpy and weenie.

Now here comes the plot, I’ve already mentioned several times I’m not particularly fond of distractions like plots, but this is different.

When there’s a plot naturally there’s acting and it’s a sure thing spankos can’t act worth a damn.

So what’s different here you may be asking yourself…

(Pausing while you ask yourself)

Well what’s different here is that IMHO, it’s real.

We enter the story midstream and it’s obvious that this particular lady is an accomplished spanker. You’ll note that as his butt swings to the right to avoid the hellish stings that are landing on his left cheek, she adeptly moves to and concentrates on the right cheek thereby effectively making his movements actually into the stingy paddle.

This woman has talent.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid My Fine Lady may have either watched this clip, or perhaps even directed it as this too is the sort of thing she’s been known to employ.

Right from the start we can see that this particular woman knows how to control her sore lucky man. The vocal tones are firm and one would not have to understand the English language to know she’s pissed and she’s NOT going to ease up or back off.

I would guess that he may have been looking at interwebs porn or something similar, which apparently she has forbidden. He really doesn’t stand a chance, why would he lie? She’s wearing her badges of rank that unto themselves put the poor lucky fellow in his place.

All you spanko guys out there I’m sure you have already identified the very visible badges of rank that reinforce her authority (Skirt and paddle).

His ass was apparently already well spanked before the part of the video that we see. He’s whimpering and cowering and at points sounds like a naughty little boy who was found with his hand in the cookie jar and is somehow is hoping it will be forgotten.

She’ll have none of it and we can see that when finally does get our subject to confess she lets loose with a fury upon his right cheek so his instinct to move away is foiled.

Like I said, she’s talented.

It’s also damn sure that there going to be a lot more hell to pay since he got out of position and protected his ass with the floor. I’m damn sure there was hell to pay for that too.

Imagine that… a plot.

However, it's very open ended and I believe it leaves a lot of room for imagination. Of the four videos found at the bottom of the page I may actually like this one the best.

On the Likely Real Meter that runs from 1 to 5 I would give this video about a 4.8. How would you rank it?

Insulting the Neighbors

2010-11-16T13:45:00.001-05:00

No, don't get your hopes up.

I haven't been out stopping cars in the street telling the neighbors that they have ugly children (I've thought about it though).

I haven't been telling them that they have pathetic unkempt lawns (ours is worse).

I haven't been telling neighbors that the reason we have loud parties and they don't is because we have friends and they don't (We don't have parties, except the ones in the bedroom).

Actually, I'm not a neighbor kind of guy at all, my favorite neighbors are trees.

But I digress...

No, what I'm talking about... are all the 'B' movies that are on the interwebs for the enjoyment of we spankos... Poor acting... inept dialogue, bad camera angles, sometimes silly costumes and woefully inadequte lighting...

You know, on Spanking Tube.

You could say I’m throwing my critique in the direction of our spanking neighbors.

Yes of course one never knows, some of these people who post these videos might actually be neighbors; Perhaps a few doors down or who knows, people I’ve met in the convenience store and just failed to start a spanking conversation with.

Now don't get me wrong, I admire the kahonies of anyone who willingly climbs over a lap for a butt blistering on what amounts to INTERNATIONAL TV.

Especially those who don't get concerned about having their faces seen in the videos.

Obviously, there are the pros who do so in an effort to self-promote their talent and frankly there are some true talents out there in the spanking world. I'm more specificly talking about those actual DD-ish 'normal' couples who manage to apply implement to posterior skin.

For quite some time now I've had four videos visible at the bottom of this blog. For all I know, since I usually have the settings on this blog set to display between 10 and 18 blog posts many of you may get bored and leave long before you ever get to the bottom of the page; You may never have seen them.

Personally I consider these videos a few of the better F/M-ish videos of the homemade genre. For the ease of the reader I’m dupe posting the videos that I intend to comment on today.

I suppose what I like about them is that they are pretty no-nonsense kind of spanking videos. They haven’t been clouded with unnecessary distractions... like a plot. Too much talking qualifies as a plot.

After all, we spankos when we voyeur our way into watching a spanking video imagine ourselves in the video and expecting us to get into a plot scenario is expecting a little too much from we the audience IMHO.

Now one of them is some poor lucky fellow with his jewels pinched in a humbler. Frankly, I’ve never had the pleasure, but he appears to be a little too horizontal for the humbler to be very comfortable.

Not that a humbler is supposed to be comfortable, in fact I’m somewhat certain the design specifications for a humbler most likely totally lack the word ‘comfort’.

In any event, our hero is actually experiencing a bit of discomfort to say the least and the protagonist is most definitely contributing to his discomfort with what appears to be a rather liberal application of the paddle.

Overall, not a bad little short that’s sure to provide a moment of contemplation to any F/M spanking aficionado.

Another one of the videos at the bottom of the blog page features one particular couple that apparently wants to set a spanking records of some sort.

The video is part of a set of videos. I think there’s one where he enjoys a quick easy twenty swats and perhaps another where he manages to get a nice helping of fifty.

Here in the subject of my review, the fellow succombs to 100 hard wacks with a paddle.

Now I’m all for sports and competition, I believe it builds character and strong bodies in at least 12 ways… sort of a Wonder Bread of American life. (If you never watched US television comercials from the 60’s don’t expect to understand that last coment).

If I were to be too critical, I might point out that there are probably heavier or more stingy paddles out there available for real record setting endeavors.

I might point out that I’ve received some harder swats from My Fine Lady.

I might point out that laying down on tummy and ‘not’ having ass propped high in the breeze makes it a bit easier.

I might point out that being bent over and touching toes would be far more painful.

But, I’m not going to actually point out any of those things because that appears to be one determined lady who wants to show off the rather impressive beating her man accepts under her paddle-happy hand and I don't really want to consider myself a challenger for their well deserved record.

Shit, I can take a mighty hard set of swings from a mighty heavy and thick paddle, but I kind of need at least a few minutes before the second “Thank you dear, may I have another” ass-whack.

You see it’s not that I really like breathing, but I’ve gotten rather used to it over the years.

More reviews and personal insights to follow in the coming days.

Spankos are Special

2010-11-11T18:22:00.002-05:00

When you say something like "Spankos are Special" in some respects you're making a pretty broad statement.

Contrary to what those in the vanilla world may think there really are all sorts of spankos. In fact when you consider that poll I mentioned several dozen post ago about how as much as 41% of the adult population of the United States may engage in one form of spanking or another... well, that's a lot of people.

Oh sure, all sorts.

You have your light pre-intercourse or during intercourse spankos

You've got the "Hey, you've got a cute butt get those clothes off so I can see it" spankos

Then there are the "Spank me when I cum" spankos

Not to mention the "don't leave any marks" spankos

Then there are the "try and spank me like mom did" spankos

Of course then you turn it up a notch and you get to the more... "devoted" (yeah, I like that word) who think it's not a spanking if you can't feel it for several days crowd. I proudly consider myself a member of this latter group.

It goes without saying that the "devoted" spankos also encompasses many separate franchises or denominations and I would easily get carpal tunnel syndrome before I could adequately list even half of the variations.

Now just because I consider myself a member of the devoted crowd… Well like I’m sure many readers here, I happily partake in some of the lighter activities of the less devoted when the opportunity presents itself.

I happen to believe there is very large contingent of the “devoted spanko” crowd who participate in some form of Domestic Discipline. Just so the readers here can stay on top of things, well I’m part of that group too.

The thing of it is, being someone who wants to live a Domestic Discipline lifestyle; well I’ve been in conventional relationships too. Things are different now.

There were times when previously I might know that a certain thing would piss off X-wife and frankly I didn’t give a shit.

by Jay Em

Now, I know there are things that will piss off My Fine Lady and it drives me crazy. I don’t want her to be pissed at me, I don’t want her to be angry at all with me, and I want her to be proud of me.

Too many times I let my children run my life. More specificly, I let them dominate my thoughts. Now, the most painful thing for me is disappointing MyFine Lady, those times when she may think I’m not being the man that I should be.

It’s one of those times now and I really wish she would spank me and get it over with to not only relieve her anger and tension but also so that she can forgive me... I know this has been hell on her and I don’t know why she hasn’t…

Probably because she’s tired of dealing with the same shit over and over again and I certainly can’t say I blame her.

But that's the difference. It not only the fact that I don't want her to be pissed at me, but the fact that it's actually magnified. Those times when I know I've pissed her off, well... they hurt. Why?

Well, I've let her down, I haven't been the man that she knows I can be...
Not just the man that she knows I can be, but more directly I haven't been the man that she deserves.

Right now, I crave a long painful spanking from My Fine Lady.

Oh my, I crave the relief of a very long painful spanking.

At least I crave the genuine forgiveness that I can only have after her wrath plays out upon my vulnerable ass.

Spanking Our Way to World Peace

2010-11-09T11:44:00.008-05:00

Spanking seems to depend on many visual clues, perhaps more so than any other interaction between a man and a woman with the exception of intercourse itself.

Many couples seem to use visual cues that may be used long before a hand or paddle actually touches buttocks.

Sometimes minutes ahead of time, sometimes hours and at other times days before the inevitable sting of implement on flesh the spanker will send a signal that sets the stage for the unavoidable, the inevitable spanking.

Some couples may use some sort of signal that will have meaning only between the spanker and spankee.
The signal may be something as simple as an implement left in view for the lucky recipient to see. Perhaps a hairbrush left on a pillow, perhaps a picture moved out of place or even something with more visual impact such as an outfit being worn that is only worn for spankings.

The symbolism that screams spanking can actually be very small little visual cues. The curling finger that stops us in our tracks and makes our hearts skip a beat or that same finger that points you into the position of presentation.

We spankos are a very visual lot, certain sights simply send the mind spinning with anticipation. Wdspoone recently blogged about all of the images that have been posted over and over again from blog to blog that illustrate clearly the appeal of our desire to imagine ourselves falling into the image.

So many of the images portray the same thing over and over again. If I simply say the photo of the woman who is preceding the spankee up a flight of stairs or leading her man by ear with an implement in hand you all imagine probably one of the same photos that I do.

Many of us have seen that actual same visual cue playing out in real life or more specifically on our own butts. It tells an entire story that plays out in our minds and we all clearly envision everything that particular view screams is about to happen.

We can look at the same image dozens of times. One time we may imagine ourselves being taken to the bedroom and bent over the foot of a bed, or, more likely we see ourselves brought over her knee for what is surely to be a life altering and most certainly painful spanking.

We imagine the entire event being played out and of course dream of the aftercare that signals the spanking is over and all is forgiven.

There are other reoccurring images that flash through my brain as I think about it. They all have the same outcome… Some lucky fellow is going to end up with a very sore ass. We see it and it has both a frightening but also has an incredibly powerful appeal as we wish ourselves living the event.

Another reoccurring theme to F/M Spanking photos and artwork is the hapless fellow standing in front of his disciplinarian either naked or with his pants being pulled to his ankles. Naturally, his joystick is waving in the breeze in anticipation of attention. W

ell, we all know how the story plays out… The fine lady of course makes some sort of remark that says the little fellow won’t be needed right now and that her man will be getting her undivided attention but it won’t be to the benefit or pleasure of Mr. Happy.

Imagine that, a universal language that crosses every geographic or political border; not to mention the ions of time. These photos and artwork may be of women who don't speak a lick of English... Do any of you have difficulty understanding the meaning suggested in these examples?

It’s unique that these things, these visual cues are not only international but also timeless in the nature of their understandable meaning.

This spanking language, this universal encoded yet totally understandable communication by visual cues could be the one thing that all mankind shares. The possibilities are endless.

World Peace through Spanking!

Pain Isn't Always From The Paddle

2010-11-08T02:35:00.000-05:00

Tina at Die starke Frau mentioned in a recent post that from her perspective, she didn't care for the concept of cuckolding. Well to each their own and I posted a comment how I didn't see it as really useful from a DD perspective. Basically, I believe once the spanking is over, the humiliation should be over and that may be mutually exclusive when there is a cuckold husband. She made a comment that she may blog about humiliation and I look forward to reading her perspctive on it.

Here's mine, it starts with the text I left on her blog.

The unique form of DD that we practice (Mutual DD) like all forms of DD, does have an element of humiliation. For example, the whole concept of willingly submitting to a spanking is a humbling act, ergo humiliation.

However, for me the most important part of DD is the aftercare. Where the spanking and any and all of the other things that may have been used that add humiliation, break down walls and barriers and offer the spanker the opportunity to bring things to the surface that must be dealt with. Or, even when the spanking just lets things be talked about, all accomplished not just with the aid of the painful spanking, but also with humiliation.

Once the spanking is over one of the most important jobs of the spanker from my perspective is to rebuild the spankee’s ego, their cared-for position in the relationship and also rejuvenate their persona that the rest of the world sees. The tenderness of aftercare, the forgiveness, the cleaning of the slate so to speak are all items that bring back and reconstruct the spankee.

Without a doubt, the most intense pain that can be administered isn’t from the paddle, nor the strap or the cane. The most intense pain that can be administered to the submissive husband in a DD relationship is certainly humiliation.

Actually, humiliation is possibly the most frequently used tool while a true punishment is administered.

The mere suggestion that he has been something less than the man that he could and should be, can be extremely powerful.

What are some other humiliations? Well, the implement and the position are the most obvious possibilities. However, each disciplinarian learns not just what provides sting to the buttocks but also those things that can sting the brain. After all, it's actually the brain that is spanked, the butt is merely a very effective conduit to the brain.

Some aspects of a spanking are more humiliating than others. Being put in the diaper position or even like I recently posted... being given an enema are just a few of the most obvious aspects of humiliation that can be incorporated in typical DD punishment activities.

Being ordered into the corner can make the tallest man feel small.

Ordered to wear humiliating clothing, which can vary of course from couple to couple. Perhaps for one couple it may be panties on the man. For others, it may be a complete outfit or even just diapers.

Actually, simply being ordered to “Drop ‘em” at her command and the accompanying embarrassment of her seeing Mr. Happy at full staff when he won’t be used for his joyous intended purpose.

Complying with her order and laying across her lap with one’s ass presented for her use can be very humbling at the very least, and for some be the height of humiliation.

Various positions that offer nothing in protection and everything in vulnerability for her use, all of these things help her break down the walls that men typically build to protect their weaker sides from being viewed by the rest of the world.

I’m of the opinion that the most effective female disciplinarians use these and other techniques to knock a man down a notch and perhaps put him in his place. Now the more femdom-ish ladies may use these or other techniques of humiliations to keep her man in a lower and completely dominated place.

However in many households once a man is reduced with these techniques, the woman instead of destroying his foundation actually just knocks down the crooked walls that stood contrary to her needs. The ones that did not suit her desires in her man. Then, with aftercare she sets new lines and then rebuilds him back the man she wants and knows he can be. Giving him forgiveness and setting him and the relationship back to base course.

Basically, as I see it, humiliation stops when the spanking stops. If it doesn't, perhaps the spanking shouldn't have ended so soon.

“There, now you’ll be able to enjoy your sore bottom..."

2010-11-06T09:23:00.005-04:00

This is a re-post of a spanking I blogged about on my other blog a quite while ago:

Being the typical non-typical DD couple things can get interesting around here sometimes. Of course we have the same problem that a lot of couples have, an almost perpetual lack of privacy. We might have changed that slightly, time will tell…

Today was the first day of a new schedule where I think I’ve managed to get things coordinated so that we actually have at least an hour and perhaps as much as two hours or privacy per day.

Well, we did have some privacy over the weekend and it did give me the chance to give My Fine Lady a pretty good spanking. She has needed a spanking for a while. Not so much for anything other than stress relief and just to reinforcing discipline a bit, she has been very good.

My Fine Lady also had the chance to try to spank me, but that didn’t go too well being the wimp that I am. I chickened out part way into it and got away from her which of course pissed her off a bit. It’s not easy for her to spank me; it’s just not her thing. My Fine Lady is much more comfortable being the spankee but she does try to cater to my cravings on occasion and if the need should happen to arrive, she has no problem at all giving me a punishment spanking. However, when I need a stress relief spanking, it’s not at all easy for her. There’s that role reversal thing, but also I’m much harder to hold in position when I start squirming and kicking as happened over the weekend.

Well, today our private time came to fruition and I had every intention to rebuild her leather butt. Since it’s been a while since she’s had regular spankings the spanking she got over the weekend was difficult for her re-virigned bottom. Being the caring HOH that I am, I planned on putting some regularity back into her spankings so it would be easier for her to take a good long spanking. You spankos out there know what I mean, if it’s been a while, it takes a while before you build up ‘leather butt’ tolerance again. Well, that was not to be.

I walked into the house and asked her if she was ready to get her leather butt rebuilt… however she said, “No, it’s your turn”.

Well, I hadn’t been too cooperative when she tried to spank me over the weekend so I suppose I knew it was coming so of course I complied. She told me to go pick out some implements…. Don’t you hate that?

3/4" Oak Hairbrush Paddle

I opened the toy drawer and looked, I knew that I would not be able to get away with a wimpy selection so I didn't try. I picked out the wicked hairbrush paddle, the sawed off bamboo bath brush, the Reb's OTK paddle with holes and the The London Tanners Domestic Discipline Strap. She approved, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice but to pick the ones that I hate since I hadn’t been cooperative for the last spanking.

My Fine Lady gave the quick simple order… “Drop ‘em”. I did.

London Tanner DD Strap

There’s something that’s both intimidating and exciting about standing there with your pants at your ankle while your lady is picking up a paddle.

Naturally, Mr. Happy was doing his best to embarrass me standing at full attention which of course Minx made some comments along the lines of ‘looks like he wants a spanking too’ and made some light contact.

When I first climbed over her knee, Mr. Happy was making things a little uncomfortable before he was properly positioned, she started with her bare hand... which felt, very comfortable and relaxing. Of course her bare hand didn’t last long enough, the sting had been light and actually somewhat comforting. Mr, Happy didn't stay around to find out though.

Reb's 14" OTK Paddle

When I’m on the receiving end once the spanking starts I usually can’t tell what I’m being spanked with unless she tells me. She did a very good job of keeping me just slightly beyond the edge of what I can tolerate. You know, any lighter and you can take it, but just hard enough to keep you from ignoring it while you squirm and stress and have to work at staying in place.

Then of course it had to happen, time to pay for not cooperating for the last spanking. Those hard heavy spanks that make you dig your fingernails into your palms and stress to stay in place.

I believe that the next round was from the Rebs OTK paddle and she kept me right on the edge with it. Then a few rounds with the DD strap and and paddles again. It was really getting hard to stay in place but I didn't want any more hard heavy full swing ones.

In between rounds of implements My Fine Lady rubs and comforts for a few seconds (always too few) which of course is wonderful. Then after a particularly hard to take round with what I think was the Bamboo Bath Brush she was rubbing my bottom and next I felt her spread my cheeks. I felt something slide into my ass and I realized what she was doing, she was giving me a Fleet enema.

“There, now you’ll be able to enjoy your sore bottom on a nice hard seat for a while”

Bamboo Bath Brush

She said it with a little bit of a happy accomplished tone. That wasn’t the end of it of course, but it was the end of the unbearable pain from that point on as I had another thing to keep my mind occupied. The combination of the spanking that so far I had endured along with that bit of anal stimulation and caress just made the sting disapear and all of me was enjoying the continued contact, even the intense contact from the brush.

She continued to spank and she spanked hard but from that point on ,I just wanted more. She asked me a couple of times if I had to go yet, I could have but I didn't want to, I wanted to feel more and put off going to expell as long as I could. The combination of holding as long as I possibly could combined with the spanking apparently managed to get the fluid 'higher' as the enema seemed to be even more effective than those little ass bombs tend to be.

The seat really wasn't much more uncomfortable than usual, until I tried to stand up. Freshly spanked bottoms apparenlty act like fly paper to the seat.

Odd isn't it.

Now, I’m probably more relaxed than I’ve been in a while, maybe tomorrow will be her turn.

Good Question v 2.0

2010-11-05T12:42:00.002-04:00

Hisboss asked what I consider another great question on the Fetlife F/M Spanking group page, here it is:

I have another question. How many guys try to "control" the spanking? Not sure how to say it...Like, saying that's not hard enough or you have a "candy arm" etc...I guess I am trying to say "top from the bottom"? It happened a few times in my experience with the hubby but I figured it out pretty fast. Now I don't let him have the opportunity to top at all, I "ambush" him so there is no time to think about it. I'd be interested in your viewpoints on this one.

My response:

I suppose to a certain extent when an activity is initiated by someone being submissive who wants to be dominated, that can be considered topping from the bottom.

However...

Once the activity begins what I think happens with most F/M couples the sub/bottom/male wants to have control taken away... Unconditionally.

I for example want complete control taken by my fine lady as far as her spanking me, it's all up to her and I don't remember which one of us started the ball rolling in this direction, but it can not be stopped.

She chooses if and when I'm spanked... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses how and where I'm going to be spanked... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses what I'm spanked with... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses how long the spanking will last... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses if I'll still feel the spanking all day or all week... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses if it will be one spanking or multiple spankings... I have no say in the matter.
She chooses what the rules are and what earns a spanking... I have no say in the matter.

The thing is we are beyond safe words, there are none. If I have a health issue, perhaps I start to have trouble breathing or a bed rail is digging in my side I can stop the spanking just long enough for the issue to be resolved. I can't stop, reschedule or worse refuse a spanking. Any attempt at any of these things will earn me either extra or extra severe.

I suppose the big difference with many DDish or FLR relationships compared to other more typical activities that may be "run of the mill BDSMish" activities is that after the initial get the learning curve out of the way... we want consent to go out the window.

The well known mantra of the BDSM community is Safe, Sane and Consensual. Perhaps what’s different with those of who get involved in DDish things however is that many of us appear to want what is better called consensual non-consent.

So, it's not your typical 'scene' and not your typical lifestyle.

Yeah, it becomes a 24/7 thing in a lot of respects and also in some respects it can become less active the further one gets into the activity.

There becomes a point where one knows without a doubt that certain things will guarantee a sore bottom.

There becomes a point where one knows without a doubt that certain things will guarantee a very, very sore bottom.

There becomes a point where one knows that the consequence becomes so effective that one learns to behave better.

There becomes a point where one will brat to get consequences as a matter of getting attention because they may feel there hasn't been enough attention or maybe more precisely, care. Usually, that translates into random bratting, displays of temper or just bad attitude. That could happen if there hasn't been maintenance, or just not the right amount of it.

That last one is the big one. Because once the DD lifestyle is in full swing, it can come full circle and that might be a sign that the bottom is attempting to do what they did in the first place... They may be looking for the reset button.

Not that the bottom is challenging the Top's authority but challenging them to do what they did at the beginning and again take control. That's often considered a form of Topping from the bottom, and it's not what we really want to do.

When this happens the Top must use communication to make sure that trust is still there, questioning the bottom to make sure this is still what they really want. Confirming expectation, finding out if the bottom was expecting more or even less and once that connection is truly confirmed perhaps incorporate and adjust a new or renewed maintenance routine, reviewing it with regularity.

An Inconvenient Truth - Global Ass Warming

2010-11-03T07:46:00.010-04:00

There seems to be something of a common thread that ties those who practice a form of Domestic Discipline together, and it doesn’t seem to matter if that DD relationship is M/F, F/M, F/F or MM.

There will inevitably be times when we are given perhaps a very painful spanking that was not deserved.

Part of the mindset that we accept when we freely give authority to another to hold us accountable for our actions is the acceptance that not only will there be times when we may be spanked unfairly, it may actually happen with a degree of regularity. Sure, after the fact discussion to prevent errors in the future is fine and dandy but the decision that a spanking will happen IMHO should be respected and accepted.

I seem to recall that Scully touched on this subject in the past, in fact I may also have too now that I think about it.

Frankly, if My Fine Lady in a moment of anger or frustration decides that I’m going to be getting a long painful spanking, then later realizes that she made that decision in error there is only one thing that I expect will happen. I WILL get a long painful spanking.

Being a spanker is a tremendous responsibility and there will be errors made, I for one choose to give her the latitude to not be concerned about making errors like that. I would rather have a swollen sore throbing ass than have her put off or ignore spanking me when she believes it's deserved and she knows that.

Now for those of you dear readers who don't like the whole concept of accepting a spanking that is not deserved... Well, you're probably thinking ah gosh darn heck fella... You're a spanko, of course you want to be spanked when you don't deserve it just like you want to be spanked when you DO deserve it.

Well, there might be a level of truth there, but the actual fact is submitting to a punishment spanking for someone like me is an act of love and certainly not one I enjoy especially while it happens. My Fine Lady has gotten to very good at providing VERY painful spankings that do deserve to be feared.

Punishment spankings hurt, a LOT and offer absolutely no pleasure except the forgiveness they bring after being adminsitered.

That's the inconvenient truth.

Not to mention that My Fine Lady being willing to hold me accountable and spank my ass raw with an effective punishment is an incredible act of love and caring. One that she doesn't actually enjoy, but she does it because she loves me. It's not a role she chose except to provide for a void in my life. She knows it's what I want her to do, she knows it's what I need her to do whenever she decides it must be done.

His Boss

2010-11-02T16:30:00.008-04:00

In two previous posts I mentioned a woman (Hisboss) who posted a question on the Fetlife F/M Spanking group. Up until the time that her husband made her aware of his secret desire, she was in her own words "very vanilla".

Ultimately, she agreed to spank her husband over a dozen years ago, and has been doing so since apparenlty with wonderful results. It's clear that she gets it, he does too, perhaps more often than he likes. I might add as in her own words below: "...he got more than he bargained for".

Well, we've exchanged some messages and she has given me permission to tell some more details about what they've experienced.

I think you'll enjoy her story as she related it to me. I've parsed the paragraphs so they'll be easier to read on the blog page format and I've melted in some of her other comments from Fetlife:

I've been a spanker for 13 years now - started back in 1997 when the hubby approached me and asked me for a disciplinary lifestyle where I handed out the discipline and he received it!

He got a lot more than he bargained for...took me a couple of months to get the technique down but I learned fast and found out quickly the benefits of being able to call the shots!

We had already been married 16 years at the time he put the DWC website on the computer. Like I said, I was vanilla to the point of being naïve about all this, and I confess my first reaction was to laugh. I really thought he was joking.

I had NO idea he even had thoughts like this. He never hinted, acted in any way like he wanted to be spanked or controlled, even while playing around sexually. As you can imagine I felt terrible for laughing and brushing it off and decided, “Hey, I love this man. I would at the very least look into it.” So I explored the web….

HOLY cow, the things I saw and read! Nothing that resembled the man I was married to at all.

Funny though, I realized quickly the bottom line in it all – it’s simply a spanking, a red bottom with a little control over his life. I read that, “spanking helped relieve stress”, “would add sexual excitement and enhance a relationship, and be a way to become closer to the one you love.” So what’s wrong with that?

I sat him down and he confessed EVERYTHING…all his thoughts, fears, fantasies sexually and otherwise…

I listened and for a few weeks after that I kept asking him questions while still surfing the web for answers. I found out more about this guy than I ever knew the first 16 years of marriage (and we had a GREAT marriage up to that point as it was). I learned about the “inner” him, the scared little boy who wanted someone to hold his hand once in a while, and to swat his bum when he got out of line.

Then one day I said, “OK, let’s do it…I will give you a spanking.”

We went in the bedroom, pulled his pants and underpants down, and he went over my lap. Now that was a trip for the first time for him and me… remember we were married 16 years and I was taking MY husband over MY lap to spank him! He was so embarrassed and I was scared to death. It was far from memorable and I am sure he was disappointed but I did it!

Afterward we said nothing about it. I guess he figured that was it, nice try thanks for the memory.

I on the other hand decided to write an e-mail to the lady who started the DWC website where it all started … she wrote back and said we needed to talk on the phone. We ended up having several phone conversations and we are friends to this day. She advised me on several nuances of the lifestyle and some tips and tricks…so I decided to “try” it again.

Two weeks after the “first spanking” I came home from work, told him to go to the computer room pants and undies down, and bend over the desk. I had a paddle that he had made “just for me” when he saw I was at least a little interested.

I told him to take a deep breath and I swatted his bum as hard as I could for as long as I thought he could take it.

He was raw afterward and did not say a word during the paddling…he stood up with tears in his eyes but he didn’t cry openly. He walked over hugged me and said, “I Love You” and I knew from that moment on this was going to be our new life.

Been a lot of hurdles since then but overall it has brought us closer than any couple we know – in fact most say we make them sick we are so clingy…lol.

I also discovered after really becoming adept at spanking and control that I could get things I wanted out of the relationship – not just sexually or fulfilling his fantasy life but real changes in the way things were run in the family.

He was overweight, took blood pressure meds, so I started him on an exercise routine with consequences….he lost a ton of weight, brought the blood pressure down, and the doctor took him off the meds.

Now he goes for check-ups to the doc regularly because I make the appointments and tell him when he has one scheduled. He rarely went to the doctor before this arrangement. So, even though it is a sexual turn on, the side benefits of a sore behind are immeasurable!

The power and control are also a HUGE turn on for me. I must have had this in me before because I took to the control thing like a duck to water!

Well for us it has been a very rare occasion where he's gotten to tears...maybe 2 or 3 times in all these years. And what got him there was what you said, curiously - he had done something really wrong, and the combination of the scolding, the spanking, and the fact that he had really let me down was what put him over the edge.

This is an example of where your mindset is almost more important than the pain being applied!

I hope you get to experience that sometime, because the aftereffect (once those endorphins kick in) is really intense, and a great power rush for me as the one who caused it to happen.

I checked out your blog “Her Paddle” this morning, and enjoyed it immensely. I am so flattered you took my question on Fetlife and chose to post it on your blog. Since you asked the question about, “would you do it differently today?” I thought you might like to know the “rest of our story”.

Every Monday morning before work I give him “12 of the best” with a cane just to start the week off right for both of us. I look forward to that and I think he would be disappointed now if I stopped. It has become a lifestyle, not something we think about or talk about, it’s just our way of life.

There are rules and there are consequences, there are paddles hanging indiscreetly on a couple walls, hairbrushes on the counters in the bathrooms. As far as I’m concerned there is nothing to hide and what’s our business is none of anyone else’s, and so far no one that visits has ever asked about any of that.

I tried to find other couples like ourselves but I think this is a very personal/individual lifestyle. Every guy/gal has something they specifically are into and some couples would be uncomfortable with some aspects of our life. On the other hand they might be way over the top from how we live as well.

But with the web we have Fetlife, Spankolife and other sites, and have chatted with many people over the years…it’s wonderful just to have a feeling of camaraderie. This isn’t something you tell your sister or your next-door neighbor after all! In the end, it's just a sore bottom.

Ran a little long, never told that whole story before…not sure I should have told it now but it felt right!

To be honest with you it was your blog that promted me to write it down. I have been meaning to for years now. I showed it to the hubby before I hit send to you and he got all misty...I think he forgot how it all started.

Thanks for making me a part of your blog! And to answer the question on your blog, “would you do it any differently today” my answer would be a resounding, no!

His Boss

Well Hisboss, you are a wonderful woman to follow through for the man that you love, I believe your husband is a VERY lucky man.

Only in 'Frisco

2010-11-02T12:49:00.000-04:00

Being a Phillies fan I'm sorry to say that the San Francisco Giants are now the 2010 World Champions of Baseball, but they've earned it.

Before the final game of the NLCS Phillies Manager Charlie Manuel during an interview mentioned that the Giants looked as hungry to win as the Phillies did in 2008. Frankly, I didn't know if it was a compliment for the Giant opponents, or a dig at his own Phillies.

Often sport stars become superstitious and there apparently a unique one with the Giants. Aubrey Huff's teammates apparently have become aware of the fact that he wears a red "rally thong".

Well now, rumor has it that he may very well be "coming out" as it were, showing off his rally thong to the public during the Giant's Victory Parade in San Francisco tomorrow. Frankly, I'm not surprised and I don't know if that's a good thing or not... but I'm just not surprised.

Well, now most people just may very well wonder how he became attached to a "rally Thong", and I'm one of them.

Back at home in Florida, did the wife tell him he had to wear the red thong until they won the World Series or he would get a good dose of the paddle?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Love Story

2010-11-01T10:03:00.002-04:00

In the previous post I mentioned a post on Fetlife by a woman who spanks her husband and has been doing so for quite some time. Now to me the life she describes is a true love story. No, not the running in slow motion through tall grass and jumping in each others embrace. But the sort of love story that many of us spankos can understand.

Imagine if you can, a young (or old) couple and one of them, for argument sake... lets say the man is living with a secret.

The secret (as if you didn’t know) is that he wants to be disciplined by his loving wife. However, of course for the sake of our little love story here, he doesn’t know how to tell her.

Now having been in a very vanilla marriage for 20 years, I have absolutely no difficulty understanding his frustrations.

Certainly, it can be very difficult to express any sort of kinky desire to a partner who hasn’t given any clue showing willingness to partake in the kinky. In my particular case my now x-wife who at first expressed interest in things that might liven up our play, later expressed nothing less than disgust at any aspects of kink. Naturally, although fruitful it was a very depressing existence.

In the case of our heroes mentioned in the previous post, he managed to bring up some information on the internet, in their case apparently it was the DWC website at which point he nervously walked away and left her to digest the information. I imagine he was at the very least frightened to death, not knowing how she would react to finding out that he wanted her to paddle his ass raw.

Those moments waiting to discover acceptance, rejection or disgust must have been almost heart stopping. Ultimately, her acceptance and agreement to follow through and accept the responsibility for the discipline of the man that she loves had to have been a wonderful transition for both of them.

In my particular case my fine lady and I already knew each other to be interested in kink in general and spanking in particular when we met. So, we didn’t have that particular hurdle to cross, although of course there have been others. The good news is every time we encounter a hurdle when we overcome it I simply love her that much more.

Thought food:

If you had to cross that hurdle of a partner who doesn’t know today how would you do it. If you’ve already passed that hurdle, would you do it differently today?

Good Question

2010-10-31T12:55:00.003-04:00

It's been a while (don't remember when) since I created the F/M Spanking group on Fetlife and I really don't pay too much atention to the posts there. Many of the posts are just someone saying something like "Any Female Spankers in Cleveland?" or similar. Well I don't know about female spankers in Cleveland but there sure are a hell of a lot of spankos in Cleveland but that discussion is for another day.

In any event there was a good question posted there yesterday by a woman who spanks her husband and has been doing so for about 13 years. In another post she suggests that he had, and I quote: "...when the hubby approached me and asked me for a disciplinary lifestyle where I handed out the discipline and he received it! He got a lot more than he bargained for...".

Well, sounds likek a lucky fellow, perhaps a reader here.

Here's her question:
Perhaps this has been discussed earlier, I haven’t really read all the posts in the group but I will ask anyway in case it hasn’t.

Being very vanilla when I started this with the hubby, I was always amazed at how he would stay down for the entire spanking. I mean, he is bigger and stronger than I am, and since it is totally consensual, he could get up and walk away at any time…yet he never has. Oh, he begs me to stop, and says he can’t take any more, but I reassure him he can and to take a deep breath and suck it up till it’s over. The first few lickings I gave him I felt bad, almost guilty for hurting him like that…but we became closer than ever after we started this, and I know now that he can take a whole lot.

Are the rest of you guys like that? Is this a “macho” thing or a mind set into total submission to the punishment… a tangible way to atone for a mistake you may have made? Or could it be a masochistic thing? I understand the sexual side of it, but yet at least in our case spankings do get results, in the way of better behavior. I have cured many ills with a wooden paddle or cane over the years.

Anyway…. just curious, thought I’d get your take on it here in the forum – not too many ladies to confide in who live this kind of life.

Hisboss

I don't often respond to posts on the group but this one I did and here's an echo of my response. I think it may fit for many of us.

For me it’s incredibly difficult to stay in place, and there have been times when I have not managed to stay in place. Usually, it’s when I have no idea how much of a spanking is still to come.

Odd as it may be, it may earn me another dozen with a really wicked paddle, cane or even just extra hard full swings with the hairbrush or bath brush. However, when I know what’s left it’s almost easier to take the pain. But actually when that happens I’m more conscious of what’s happening and not getting lost in the spanking.

I want to cry from one of her spankings, but I never have yet. I can’t imagine anything I want more, I want to be a blubbering ball of putty being comforted in her aftercare, but it just hasn’t happened.

Could it be a big boys don’t cry machismo thing? I don’t know but whatever it is I want that wall to fall someday and the sooner the better. .

It may very well take an incredible amount of scolding or even encouragement combined with an incredibly long painful spanking perhaps even multiple spankings to get the wall to fall. I really don’t know, I just want the wall to fall and I think whatever it is, once the wall falls from that point on it will be much easier for her to get me to that place again.

The History of My Implements

2010-10-30T12:45:00.001-04:00

Thinking back to a half dozen years ago when the whole spanking interest began to occupy my mind there were a series of purchases that started the entire craze on what was to become nothing less than an implement obsession.

Naturally, the first adult spanking I ever gave was with the oldest and most time-honored implement known to mankind... my hand. The subject of my efforts was a newly acquired girlfriend at the time who shared my interest in exploring "Screw the Roses, Bring Me the Thorns" from cover to cover. (We had several very interesting weekends together before we went our separate ways, it’s an interesting book.)

It really didn't go that well in retrospect, the subject of my effort was startled at the intensity and I too at that first endeavor. After only five hard smacks I decided that the hand was a damn poor spanking implement since it probably hurt much worse than her bottom did. Well, we were having none of it and promptly went for a drive to the local Wally-World to find a suitable replacement implement for my throbbing hand.

We walked to the checkout aisle with what might have appeared to be something of an odd purchase. We had a ping-pong paddle (only one), a hairbrush and a bath brush. That was my first "maybe someone knows" moment as the check out girl's eyes lit up and in fact she had a very peculiar grin during the entire transaction.

So we'll call the ping pong paddle the first specific spanking related purchase as we immediately upon use determined the hairbrush and bath brush were perhaps better suited for their original purpose. That particular determination remains in my brain to this day and matters little to my fine lady who happily uses both with fervor. Over the subsequent years I’ve learned that my hand is very capable of hundred of effective smacks, like with most spanking implements it’s how they are used that makes the big difference.

The ping pong paddle actually seems to offer more scare than actual pain. In weaker moments I've considered using a jigsaw to lessen it's business end down to the size of a hairbrush in an effort to make it more effective but then thankfully I've never actually tried since common sense prevails and I wonder why the hell would I ever want to do that. These days I happen to be very aware of just "who" effective implements will be used on.

The odd thing seems to be that with a few exceptions, the ‘oh shit’ implements usually seem to be the ones that were most recently purchased no matter it be strap, paddle or cane and the ones that have found their way to the bottom of the ‘toy drawer’ lose their intimidation factor.

That particular realization came to mind not that long ago when my fine lady reached deep and brought out what has become a seldom used old leather paddle with holes that I had forgotten about.

The funny thing now is, that particular item is back on the 'oh shit' list and I don’t actually remember it having ever been there before.

Apparently leather softens with use and age, but it’s effectiveness does quite the opposite. Then again, it could just be that my fine lady has learned to use just about any implement effectively...

Oh shit.

Been a While

2010-10-29T11:44:00.004-04:00

It's been a while since I've done any bloging. Actually, there just hasn't been that much unique to blog about. There have a couple of spankings and in fact one of them may very well have been the longest and most intense spanking that I've ever received.

More about that in a minute.

I haven't talked about it here on this blog before, but we both have to deal with a considerable amount of stress just like many couples have to deal with these days. I see the same thing in many others spanking blogers that there are probably many couples just like us out there who are in similar circumstances. Often the stress is related to procreation.

No, it's not that I find procreation and it's accompanying required activity of vaginal penetration to be sometimes stressful. Well, then again perhaps it can be sometimes stressful considering some of the strange contortions that are considered to be "positions".

But actually, it's those other annoying aspects of vaginal penetration that can cause so much stress. More specifically, the tangible result of the vaginal penetration that I participated in a couple of decades ago, AKA: Children.

Sometimes it just seems that there isn’t a day or even a partial day that can go by without some sort of post vaginal penetration related issue and often the issue is related to someone's car.

One’s car might be broken, another’s car is sitting without gas and no money to buy gas to get to work. Another may have a perfectly functional car and no driver’s license because someone forgot to pay a ticket. Funny how those local magistrates just have no sense of humor when someone forgets to pay a ticket.

Then again the most frequent stress generator these days is nothing more than money or more precisely, the lack of money. We have been plagued by a lack of employment. Just like those local magistrates it appears that utilities and landlord appear to also lack generous senses of humor.

Back to spanking.

Considering the above narrative, it’s not hard to imagine that many of our spanking sessions have been related to stress relief. Although I love the sensations that I experience after a stress relief spanking, that doesn’t mean I enjoy the actual spanking itself, not when I’m on the receiving end at least.

Several weeks ago I knew a spanking was coming my way, it was obvious, there are signals and signs.

When my fine lady is contemplating spanking my poor ass there are little signals that start to come my way. You know, those little signals… like when she’s walking past me and takes the opportunity to make a quick slap on my still Levis protected bottom. Those quick little love-taps become more frequent and then ultimately sometime when we happen to have privacy and I hear her in the bedroom rummaging around in the implement drawer I usually begin to get a particularly strong inkling that I just might be getting a spanking in the not too distant future.

Then again probably the most clear sign that a spanking is coming my way is when she walks into whatever room I’m in and motions with her finger and says something like… “Come here NOW!”.

However the most telling sign that I'm going to be getting a spanking is when she's looking straight into my eyes and says something like "drop 'em". Of course at that moment there's no doubt left and all the wonder is gone... I'm going to be spanked.

So, there I was with my fine lady on the edge of the bed pointing to the direction in which she wanted me positioned, all the while with a raging hard on that would have embarrassed any of those famous marble statues that pass for fine art.

Now you would think that there would be damn few things that come as easily and naturally as placing a rock hard ding-ding between the thighs of my fine lady, but doing so while climbing over her lap always seems to be one of those things that create considerable discomfort long before a hand is raised and violently lowered.

The beginning of a spanking is often almost relaxing for me. Well, relaxing might not be right word but if you’ve been there and most readers likely have, you know what I mean. You may have been anticipating the spanking for hours, or days or even weeks and now that it's going to happen... all of the spanking related erotic thoughts are now going to be fulfilled.

Of course there are split seconds where you wish you spent a little more time positioning your ding-ding and there is also the realization that “oh yeah, I forgot that spankings hurt” but then again there is that little lie that you tell yourself and almost believe “this won’t be that bad”. Well, it’s that last one that really got the best of me this time.

She gave me a warm up with her hand. Warm ups are always too short and these days not as enjoyable as they used to be because by the time she finishes I’m going to be pretty red and already sore, once again convinced that I really don’t like spankings.

Almost all of my spankings have been somewhat predictable in the sense that it’s going to be just so long, and just so painful, but this was somehow different.

My fine lady was doing her typical fine job of adding sting and raw sore to my bottom and I expected by the rotation of implements that there was probably going to be maybe no more than another five of ten more minutes of continued spanking in my future, as you might expect by this point I was wrong.

Suddenly I was ordered up off of her lap, I was actually a bit disappointed since although my bottom was already hot and sore it was certain that it wasn’t going to be one of those spankings that I would still feel tomorrow and certainly not the second day. Somewhat disapointed that after all the build-up in my mind it was over too soon. Funny how we spankos are that way, many of us hate the spanking but love being able to feel it two or more days later. The reality however was that she actually was determined that would not be an issue.

Now from past experience at this point in a spanking I might normally expect being ordered over some pillows for a set with the cane or strap and then we would progress to the wonderful aftercare, that was not to be.

My fine lady got up off of the edge of the bed and then sat at the head of the bed and directed me back in place over her lap. Another aspect of this point in a spanking is that my little fellow has usually lost interest and relaxed himself away for more enjoyable future moments, but this was different.

In the past when she has taken this particular position it’s been for that all too rare erotic spanking, Mr. Happy began to anticipate this hopeful finale and was again standing at full attention. The erotic spanking was not to be, she simply had too much still to do and decided that for my complete discomfort she needed a more comfortable position so she could spank much longer and of course much harder.

Often while being spanked I really don’t have too much of a clue as to what I’m being spanked with unless she has decided to tell me. Usually all I know is that something is either not tollerable or it’s barely tollerable since it’s how she uses it that matters the most. The order of the implements doesn’t really matter but it’s always sure thing that she’ll manage to choose and use the ones that tend to get the most intense reaction from me and this occasion was no different in that respect. I know she had the Jokari, the wicked oak hairbrush paddle, the bath brush, the lexan with holes, the rubber paddle and that awful acrylic paddle from Cane-iac and she was using each and every one of them with a ferocity that I had never experienced before.

With my face buried in the pillow I was doing my best to tolerate what was playing out upon my ass, but it wasn’t working. Every time she changed implements she rubbed in a comforting fashion that told me the spanking was finally over, but it was not.

I’m usually not very vocal while being spanked but she managed to get more noise out of me than she has ever gotten before. The spanking just wasn’t ending and where usually I would anticipate another 15 or 20 smacks and a break, well she wasn’t taking breaks. I began to realize that if she didn’t finally make me cry, the day will come when she does… and that thought alone made me realize just how much I’m in love with this woman.

I didn’t cry although I was closer than I’ve ever been before, I was trembling and almost hyperventilating, it was a tremendous experience and I thanked her and wanted her.

Thank you God for this wonderful woman.

What About the Irish and Italians

2010-08-11T10:50:00.003-04:00

I grew up not far from Philadelphia, PA, USA.

One thing for sure is that often in or close to a major city, there is a pretty good chance there might be little ethnic pockets.

Which is absolutely great for take-out food.

Of course one becomes aware of these differences at an early age, but there was one thing that just baffled me.

Every time there would be some major issue that was being discussed on the news there was talk of the Polls deciding the outcome. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine why the Polls made all the decisions.

Were the Polish better able to make important decisions than Italians, Germans, Irish or any other ethnic group?

Perhaps there was something in the potato pancakes or pierogies that provided them with better cognitive powers.

But I digress...

When I first started this blog all of two months ago today, I put a poll in the side bar to get an idea who the readers here might be.

I asked:

What is your role?

I was surprised that over 90% of those who responded were men. Actually, I kind of expected more women would stop by the blog.

Since there is such a high percentage of male readers here, I just might take advantage of the situation and post a dirty joke or three every once in a while.

Or, maybe get into some truly manly discussions about drinking beer and eating deviled eggs and being able to clear a room.

Back on topic.

Of the 90% men who responded, 70% are spankee and 21% both spanker and spankee.

Now we all know the wonderful saying... Figures lie and liars figure...

But my curiosity is not yet satisfied so I've added a new poll on the side bar asking for relationship status.

Now I know what you're thinking.

You're German or Italian and I should really be asking the Polish, but what the heck.

This new poll will only be open for about 10 days so look over on the side and click away.

Vote early, vote often.

Consensual Spanking Day

2010-08-10T14:38:00.001-04:00

From the Free Gallery at http://posercpart.com/

This past Sunday the Spanking Blog World celebrated Consensual Spanking Day but for the life of me, I couldn't find an appropriate card.

Nope, I didn't really look.

Nope, I didn't get or give a consensual spanking either.

Probably the unique thing, our spanking adventures could probably best be described as Consensual Non-Consent.

In other words, we've agreed that spankings do not require consent at the time of the spanking. It's kinda like one of those pre-approved credit card or mortgage deals.

Now that I think about, that's probably true for just about any household where a form of Domestic Discipline is practiced.

From the Free Gallery at http://posercpart.com/

In fact, it's probably the only way it could work the way many of us wish it to work.

There's that consent factor, giving over control of just what is considered a due cause for a spanking.

Probably, that's the most exciting part, knowing that choice is in the hands of My Fine Lady.

Hard Limits

2010-08-09T13:48:00.002-04:00

24" Black Knight and The Howler

For most if not all spankos, there always seems to be a device or implement that manages to be the one item that is the jaw-dropper.

You know, the one that the thought of having it used on your vulnerable bare bottom makes your heart skip a little beat or manages to just get your attention in a way that no other does.

Sometimes it might be just the sight of the feared device. Other times the device may have a particular unique noise.

Previously, I blogged about some of our new additions to the pain drawer from Cane-iac, note the key word here... "some".

So far I mentioned the Wicked Loopy Howler Thingy and the Sizzler Paddle, The Black Knight Sr and the surprising little Timothy Acrylic purse paddle...

"Timothy" Purse Paddle

The Howler and Sizzler

However, there were others, not the least of which was that we finally added a 32" Cane to our ever growing collection.

Our particular choice was the Master's Choice Sr 32" Cane and also a 28" version.

Other than a quick little 'test drive' neither cane has been used yet for a serious punishment and that is where there will get their real use.

Master's Choice 28" & 32"

Now at first glance you might come to the natural assumption that the 4" difference isn't really that much between these two canes.

Well, you would be wrong.

What's surprising is that when flailed wildly through the air, they make a naturally similar yet completely different sound. The 28" cane manages to make an impressive 'swoosh' that is sure to be attention getting.

On the other hand 32" cane for my money manages to somehow add a profoundly different 'Oh Shit!' tone to the swoosh that just isn't within the capability of it's shorter sibling.

If you've ever felt the cutting sting of a properly wielded cane, well I don't need to explain it to you.

But back to the post title of Hard Limits.

Many suggest that the cane is their Hard Limit, others swear they will never again lay under a wood paddle and yet others have sworn off such things as rubber paddles or Lexan.

It's not that I haven't considered the wisdom of such choices...

In my particular case with My Fine Lady I've come to trust in her judgement and ability to use whatever implement she decides in whatever fashion she chooses.

Sure, implements can be wicked and they can be scary... However in my particular case it's a matter of the artist, and not the brush.

Punishments Hurt

2010-08-08T06:15:00.004-04:00

Within the broad and diverse community of people who practice a form of Domestic Discipline there appears to be endless varieties of ways which couples choose to deal with punishments.

Many seem to have unique opinions on punishments and how they should be administered and the opinions seem to run strong between two basic camps.

There are those that believe in a spanking relationship where one (or both) partners have consented to being held responsible for things like attitude, respect and responsibility the punishment can't be a spanking. For others, nothing less than a very long, hard and painful spanking can be considered.

I reside in the later camp.

For some the logic seems to be if he/she likes being spanked, they can't possibly be punished with a spanking.

On the surface this sounds logical, however it's an opinion that I just don't share. To me spanking as a punishment, isn't the actual punishment... Bear with me on this one and I'll try to explain.

From my perspective the actual punishment is knowing that you have, in one way or another failed and in doing so you've let yourself down. Even worse, the painful realization that you've let your partner down and that is actually the most painful aspect. Not the actual spanking.

In my particular case if I should happen to find myself in the unfortunate position of being given a painful punishment spanking... Well, I want it to stop.

Let's face it, we're not talking yummy teasing caresses here. We're talking hard heavy rapid smacks with a hairbrush, paddle or other nasty tool designed to deliver pain and it hurts a whole lot.

Somewhere during the cathartic event of a punishment spanking my mind will wander and I'll consider how much hurt I may have caused My Fine Lady. When that inevitable moment arrives, that's when I do want the spanking to hurt as much as it possibly can.

Naturally as can be expected, My Fine Lady does not disappoint.

When the punishment spanking is finished, there is an incredibly powerful transitional moment. Seconds before I was digging my fingernails deep into the bed frame and chewing on a large portion of pillow and then suddenly I'm in her loving arms being told that I'm forgiven.

That incredible moment of blessed forgiveness just doesn't come any better way.

BDSM and Spanking

2010-08-04T13:33:00.000-04:00

One of the Discussion Forums I've been reading on and off for quite some time is Spanking Classics.

Many times the threads that pop up on the various discussion forums can tend to be repetitive.

There can be some basic themes that show up on a regular basis and in spite of the repetitive nature they still manage to get my attention because there is usually someone new, or for that matter someone old who has a new take... a new perspective on something that I might find interesting.

The common topics are usually along the lines of:

How do I find a spanking partner?
How do I tell my partner I want to spank/be spanked?
What's your favorite implement?
What implement do you fear most?
How did you discover you were a spanko?

There are of course other topics that come up but the above list seems to cover the most common topics that recycle.

Then there's the other one:

Is Spanking BDSM?

Now this question seems to often generate some very well thought out responses and sometimes some very personal and also very controversial response.

I suppose it always bothers me just a bit that there seems to be such a need to place labels on our individual activities. Personally, I suppose every individual couple or even individual should be able to apply whatever label they want to the activities they partake in.

If so-and-so does, or for that matter doesn't want to consider their personal activity under the broad umbrella of BDSM... Then who the gosh darn heck am I to say they are wrong?

In some of the most recent Spanking/BDSM discussion, there was mention that some "mainstream" BDSM types actually view we spankos as being extremists if not some sort of 'edge players'. It had never occurred to me, but for the simple fact that many of us don't believe in the use of 'Safe Words'.

Well, then I guess I just could be an edge player, but I don't see any pony activites in our immediate future.

Perhaps what may be the difference here, unlike the sometimes 'Poly' nature of the BDSM community as a whole where people sometimes play with others who may very well be virtual strangers.

I think many of us who are more exclusive 'spankos'... tend to be exclusive!

Having that better familiarity, Communication and Trust in our particular case simply trancends the basics of Safe Sane and Consensual.

For the memorable past and the foreseeable future my spanking activity assuredly is with only one person, My Fine Lady.

Where it Started (Part 3)

2010-08-02T22:57:00.000-04:00

I mentioned in Part 2 that there really isn't a mommy thing in my brain that drove me to being a spanko. However, there is, or was still sort of a connection.

The last time I brought this up was on my other blog and for all practical proposes it sort of brought to a screeching halt much of what I was writing there.

Pretty much what it came down to was that the whole concept of my desires as a spanko sort of derailed the original intent or purpose of that blog.

Some of you know (because I told you), others of you may have guessed and perhaps some of you never had a clue but this is not my first or only blog.

My other blog was aimed at mainly M/f Spanking, in particular within the concept of loving Domestic Discipline.

It's not that I've abandoned that blog. But more the fact that as we pursue our unique form of Mutual DD and the more aware I become as a spankee, I'm more willing to expound on my thoughts along the lines of being over the knee of My Fine Lady.

Well, I was having a difficult time writing for my other blog and staying on topics along that original theme of Domestic Discipline so here I am. In my other blog I often refer to My Fine Lady as Minx. Since much of this post came from that blog, again some of you may make that connection.

Early in the days when I began that blog about four years or so ago, I posted my history and how I initially became interested in adult spanking, after a short while I removed it. Basically, I didn’t want anyone thinking that just because I’m a kinky bastard I thought up some plan to legitimize my beliefs.

Backpedal a few decades and my journey into the world of kink and fetish could possibly be seeded in my experience growing up in the 50s and 60s.

Not unlike many of those times, as a child I would often find myself with my face being held to the cold black and yellow bathroom tile floor with my ass propped high in the air.

Naturally, while my ass was being filled with warm soapy water. Squirming and fighting just got me the extra discomfort and humiliation as my bare ass was spanked for squirming.

No, it was not and should not be considered abuse. That doesn’t mean that I condone young boys being given enemas and spanked on the bare ass by their MILF mothers today, times have changed.

However during the 50s and 60s it was very common for mothers to give their little boys (or girls) an enema for many reasons. Everything from tummy-ache to being moody qualified for, if not required a purgative enema.

“Oh, Myrtle… If that’s the way he’s acting you better give him an enema. Everyone does need one now and again so it certainly can’t hurt”.

One thing for sure in those days, whenever you claimed in the morning that you were too sick to go to school you could count on getting a good inner ass cleaning with lots of warm water and ivory soap.

The other possible outcome was a visit from the doctor and then you would likely get a nice sore bump in the buttocks from the doctors over sized penicillin injection. Doctors weren’t afraid of overusing antibiotics in those days you know.

Worse case which was more likely, you would get an oversize warm soapy enema and then the doctor would come to the house (they did that in those days) and give you a painful injection in your poor overworked butt.

It’s just the way things were done in those days.

Of course then I had to play and experiment on my own, and actually often did. Yes, I’ll admit it; Mr. Happy and his needs became a big part of the action. You see men have a prostate and often any form of anal stimulation gives a little boost to… well you know. I never remembered or thought about the spank that would land on my ass for fighting the enema, I only thought about the enema.

I suppose this explains to a degree, how the inner desire of being dominated and forced to take an enema by a woman was always in the back of my mind. Whenever I felt comfortable enough to mention it with a potential partner, the usual response was that the idea was at least distasteful if not outright "Oh, that's disgusting".

Besides, it's not something that's easy to bring up, it’s just not one of those things that you can use to start a conversation. In fact he topic usually ended conversation not being the sort of thing you should mention to people you meet in a convenience store, at a block party or at the typical church social. Hence my reluctance to be open about it and also why I initially pulled the information from my blog.

Fast forward a few decades from my childhood, I had spent 20 years married to a woman who at first claimed to want to experiment with things of kink to add some spice. That turned out to be nothing more than a lie. My hopes of ever being open and active with her with that part of my warped persona were dashed by comments like "I don't know how people could do that..." whenever I hinted at things.

Ok, so why did I crave having a woman give me enemas? Particularly I craved being told I was getting an enema if I wanted it or not. In fact, especially if I didn’t want one.

It just didn't make sense since I had been told by people that claim to know these things that I was an obvious Dominant. Well, it could be that I can ‘Switch’ and just might enjoy every aspect of such a potential flexible D/s experience.

After being separated, I made up my mind that I would never again settle for anyone who wasn’t willing to explore whatever mutual fantasies we had without being judgmental. The obvious conclusion was that my childhood memories had awakened my apparent need to be a submissive.

Several girlfriends later, one night I was talking on the phone with the latest potential victim of my need for sexual relief. The thing was, I was doing laundry. You see at that time I was Mr. Mom and doing laundry was just one of those chores that I had a tendency to put off.

The incentive that I gave myself to do laundry was simple; I would permit myself a martini per load of wash. After several loads of wash it was not uncommon for me to wake up and wonder what happened to my clothes. Not an uncommon side effect of martini consumption I understand, but I digress.

Well, feeling loose tongued and not really giving a shit if I scared her off…

I dropped the big one and told her that I had always had a kinky interest in being given enemas. I fully expected to hear a click on the other end of the phone line. Nope, she told me it was one of her favorite activities. What a surprise considering she was an RN. Whoever would have thought that an RN would be kinky.

Let the games begin!

The RN adventure was certainly interesting. Neither one of us were really sure if we were Dom, sub or Switch so we played every which way we could trying to find out with "Screw the Roses, Send Me The Thorns".

One of the many other activities that we explored was spanking. That’s when I found out that I really do enjoy having a woman laying over my lap getting a good sound spanking.

That was also when I found out that I don’t 'enjoy' getting a spanking quite as much as I enjoying giving one. Spankings actually hurt and if done properly can hurt quite a lot.

Well, maybe I can enjoy that too.

There’s that certain aspect about getting a spanking that always comes up just after going over a knee. When the first few smacks land then all of a sudden the brain feels the sting, instantly you wonder why you ever thought you enjoyed being spanked.

Yet time and time again, since that spanko wake-up call, I forget and think I love being spanked at least until it happens again.

It's all so confusing.

Of course the fact that my fine lady has gotten very good at spanking might have something to do with the fact. She says she learned from the best
.

In any event once I had this new adult spanking experience it became all I could think of and I wanted more.

Naturally I started searching the Internet for as much spanking information as I could find. When I found ‘Fondly and Firmly” I had an epiphany. Immediately I realized that the reason my marriage had failed was because I never gave X the thing that she needed most, a real good spanking.

Having discovered the world of Domestic Discipline I joined a few groups and forums and before long I was IMing with a woman who lived a few states away who had the same sort of desires. We spent hours on the phone and became pretty close and shared our thoughts on how Domestic Discipline could or should work.

Just as with the RN she shared a kinky enema thing so naturally conversation became even easier for us. With her help I decided to put my DD thoughts to the Internet and created my “How to Tell Your Thick Headed Hubby” blog post.

She was an accomplished blogger at the time and encouraged me. Since, she has had some very difficult times and her blog is long gone.

The primary direction for the essay was ‘for a guy, from a guy’ since it appeared from many of the DD and general spanking forum posts that I read, women found it difficult to vocalize to their boyfriends or husbands just what it was that they wanted.

My blog post began to get some attention and it wasn’t long before I received a few comments from women who said that they printed out my “Thick Headed Hubby” essay and it indeed made it easier to convince their husbands just what they really wanted and needed.

Going forward I don't think I'll let that other blog just fade away. I'll probably edit out the blogs of my my being spanked and keep things like that here in this blog. I think I just might go back and rewrite some of the posts there to reflect ways in which my views may have changed over the past few years.

Those of us who have had our spanking desires awakened during periods of being single, know that it just always seems the people you connect with aren't within a five mile radius. In fact, they are almost always hundreds if not thousands of miles away. That was of course the case with My Fine Lady and myself.

We spent hours IMing and talked often on the phone as these things often seem to progress. Since we were on opposite sides of the country we never had any idea that we would ever meet in real life. When you have a long distant relationship like this, you tend to be very open and talk about all sorts of things that you might hesitate to talk about in person on a first date.

My Belt

Circumstances brought My Fine Lady to the East coast and then all of a sudden she was no longer thousands of miles away, just a few hundred.

We met.

Now when we happen to meet someone and if the subject should ever happen to come up I don't know what we might actually say. Somehow mentioning that within a few minutes of meeting for the first time in person she was laying over my lap getting her bare ass firmly spanked with a hairbrush might tend to be a conversation stopper.

It was actually a while before I received my first serious and effective painful spanking from Minx. She didn't adapt right away to being able to spank effectively, but every time she has spanked me it has been shall we say... more and more effective.

Now, it's an established fact that when My Fine Lady has decided that I need a good punishment spanking it's indeed a very serious matter and she definitely will be sure that I have reminders that will last several days.

There is no turning back now.

Where it Started (Part 2)

2010-08-02T05:36:00.004-04:00

In Part 1 of this "Where it Started" series you may somehow have been lead to believe that my spanking desires were somehow awakened by the sight of the TV character Betty Draper. Well, both yes and not at all, but that was certainly a nice diversion wasn't it?

Actually, I've long been attracted to that sort of housewife in a cocktail dress look. So, I've been fascinated with the whole Donna Reed or June Cleaver look for quite some time.

In other words, a woman who is very typical in the every day world but leaves much to the imagination as to the sorts of things can happen once the bedroom door closes.

Oh, and don't forget June Lockhart who played the ever sensible mom on Lassie. She also played the same sort of role in the strange Sci-Fi TV show Lost in Space.

For some reason especially Lost in Space.

That's probably because of Angela Cartwright who also was in that show. Growing up I had a crush on Angela Cartwright and I can just sort of imagine being spanked by Angela Cartwright while being held in position by June Lockhart and probably the robot too.

Now is that strange or what?

Now that I think about it, Angela Cartwright as a young girl had a spanking scene in the TV show "The Danny Thomas Show". Can't help but wonder if with that experience she too might be a spanko.

But back on topic.

I imagine you get my drift and I've talked about it before. Submitting to the whims of a traditional Dominatrix who happens to be holding a bull whip and intends to place my pride and joy into the confines of some sort of painful constricting little package while sticking a baseball bat size butt plug in my ass just isn't my thing.

Well, there are curiosities, but they're not really the sorts of things I can think of at this stage in my life.

Not that I can say anything against those who do find a fascination with that sort of thing, but it's just not what drives me at this particular time.

No, in my strange fantasies I don't picture myself as a little boy being spanked by a mommy figure either. My fine lady is just that, not my fine mommy.

Well, there is sort of a mommy aspect to the dark thoughts from the back of my brain, but that's another tangent that I'll talk about in Part 3.

(continued)

Where it Started (Part 1)

2010-08-01T12:05:00.006-04:00

Thinking back to my youth, there were very few times that I was spanked. Actually never in public, never beyond a smack or two and never in an abusive fashion.

None the less there were occasions that I remember that brought both fear and curiosity when hearing about spankings that neighborhood kids or classmates got at home for various reasons.

Heading off to a Cub Scout Pack Meeting we would see in person those fathers or especially mothers that we knew from the grapevine were no nonsense spankers.

No, none of them were dressed in leather and none of them wore just skimpy bras with openings for their nipples to poke through. In fact none of them carried riding crops and they wore far more than just thongs.

They wore cocktail dresses.

Their hair was done nicely and perhaps they wore a not too flashy necklace and earrings that would always properly match their less than outlandish heels and conservative, yet contemporary hats.

Proper occasions or weather likely had them wearing perfectly clean white gloves in a very feminie manor.

In any event...

I've become a fan of the TV show Mad Men broadcast on the AMC network. The character Betty Draper comes to mind. In the show, Betty Draper becomes furious with her husband Don because he refuses to spank their children when they're naughty. Actually, Don probably knows that Betty and not himself, would be the perfect spanker.

As events have unfolded in the Season 4 premiere last Sunday, well... Let's just say that good o' Donald Draper may be one of us as he is now enjoying the services of a professional who slaps him during his all important and frequent adult activities.

Now that I think about it, the character Peggy Olson has now matured so to speak, as she is now actually smoking cigarettes.

One has to wonder, perhaps she will follow in the steps of the more sex-edged character Joan Harris (her mentor-ess) and who knows...

Maybe in future episodes Don Draper might very well be laying over the knee of the once very plain and vanilla Girl Scout-ish Peggy.

I'm willing to bet in the great spanko world out there, many men and probably even some spanko women would love to climb over any of their knees.

But I digress...

In my particular life, my spanko urges if actually generated by events of my youth lay dormant for decades.

There was a strange series of events that brought them to the surface and probably like many, that unique set of circumstances that woke them up never could have been anticipated.

(continued)

First Fifty Days

2010-07-31T16:33:00.005-04:00

This blog now is all of something like fifty days old and I’ve decided to celebrate by once again changing the template for this blog.

I've been trying to come up with a template that I both like and is actually readable. The original template was cutting some things off like the sides of videos that I would post. That's the damn problem that got me started on fiddling with the template in the first place.

Also, the original template didn't allow as many 'gadget' positions. Now if you scroll all the way to the bottom of the page it looks like there are four good anchor positions for Spanking Tube videos there.

So, now in this third version I've got colors that I can live with and the text is pretty much readable against the background colors... But I've got birds.

I don't know where the birds came from.

I suppose there is some sort of image that's part of this particular template's code that places the birds right there in the top right corner. This template is called "Watermark", so I guess that's the watermark.

It's not that I don't like birds, I like birds just fine but lets face it. The subject matter of this blog is not the sort of things that one usually does while hiking in the great outdoors or while freezing in a little boat holding a shotgun ready to splatter them out of the sky. Then again, some of our readers out there probably do.

So the birds don't necessarily fit with this blog's theme.

Now I suppose I could dig deeper into the actual code of the template, find the image and replace it with some flying paddles, canes or hairbrushes.

Once I got the template pretty much the way I liked it, I saved it all and went browsing around other blogs to see what's new and wonderful in the ever evolving world of adult spanking.

One of the first blogs I stopped at was Serving B...

Wouldn't you know it, he's got almost the identical template. He's got birds too.

So, I went back and changed the background color from a nice Tan to something of a sickening blue I don't like as much and that will just have to do for now.

I'll have to come back and change it again.

Maybe some other day, I’ve done enough damage for now.

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Yes, We Talked About My Birthday

2010-07-31T06:30:00.060-04:00

In case anyone was wondering, we did talk about my birthday, and it was a protracted talk and my fine lady did an excellent job of keeping all the memories of the conversation spread evenly about my posterior. There were of course a few other items that she wanted to 'talk' about too.

Yes, the Sizzler was used for some of the event and for as much sting that it provided, I did expect a lot more physical evidence. Then again any bumps made by the holes in the Sizzler were probably ironed out by that damn 24" paddle I mentioned the other day.

Also, as I previously mentioned she used that nasty narrow acrylic 'Timothy' pocket paddle so I expected marks along the crease because she did make it a point to concentrate in that area.

This photo was about 5 or 10 minutes after the conversation had ended and although the immediate sting had faded the heat was intense to the touch. No doubt partially thanks to the rubber paddle that also was used.

We were considering breakfast but decided against frying bacon or eggs on my butt as that would have required a trip to the fridge.

Perhaps two hours later the endorphines faded away and every step, movement or even slight shift of my clothes reminded me of our early morning conversation. You really can't tell from this photo. However my butt was rough, sore and swollen for quite some time after the spanking.The photo may be deceptive but rest assured, I was certainly reminded of our 'conversation' through the next evening.
As usual, unless there is a particularly wicked or concentrated implement used, I don't bruise very much at all. In fact sometimes the lack of marks makes me feel somewhat cheated as they are certainly badges of honor.

It was nice to get 'back into the 'swing of things' so to speak and we did briefly discuss how in the not too distant future I'll be returning the favor as we work toward clearing the air of any issues that may be lingering.

All in all, it was a fine morning and shortly after my spanking we cuddled for a while before progressing to some other adult activities.

While I was enjoying the pleasure of being inside my fine lady, she dug her heels into my still hot ass and made the observation "ummm, someone seems to like that!"

She was correct of course.

She was in fact certain, as I'm sure she felt my pulsations as I came deep inside her.

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Counting

2010-07-30T05:45:00.005-04:00

So I was into a moment of deep intrapersonal reflection.

As usual, these moments usually occur while I'm being spanked. I'm sure you can picture it within your mind...

Our hero (me) is in the very precarious position of having his butt raised high into the Prevailing Westerlies. Meanwhile his loving bride is trashing the living shit out of his aforementioned raised gluteus maximus.

You know for some reason, being in this particular situation always manages to bring incredible brilliance and insight forth from my brain and as might be expected I found myself counting down how many smacks from the wicked nasty 24" paddle were yet to come from wicked instrument of pain that my fine lady had managed to become attracted to. I had not been ordered to count down, however I was keeping an accurate summation none the less.

Mind you, I was very aware of my situation. I had been promised (note I didn't say threatened) that if I didn't stay put we would be starting over with me in a more... vulnerable position.

At this particular time I was naturally biting a large portion of the mattress as I sunk my teeth deeply into that not too tasty piece of furniture in a somewhat futile effort to control my reaction to the hellfire that was painfully playing out upon my ass.

But I digress...

Back to counting...

I'm convinced that it is certainly much easier to count down instead of up.

By example, lets suppose my or your fine lady should say something like... Oh I dunno... "Your getting some good ones and I want you to count them out"

So, being the ever loving husband that we all are we obediently start the ol' "One ma'am, thank you may I have another" thing... and it naturally progresses into the tens or worse hundreds...

Well, in my not so humble opinion, it's certainly much easier to be counting down.

You know, She says something like "You're getting 20 hard ones with the ass ripping paddle." Naturally, being the ever loving husband you say something like "Yes thank you dear, would you like me to go get that fucking paddle for you?" and then you bend over and gleefully take your ordered 20.

But that's just it, when you know what's coming and count down... it's easier to take. When you just count up and don't know where the limit is... Well that can be rather scary and difficult to do without a miscount.

Obviously, in Floirda the election bureau counts up.

See, I told you I had brilliant revelations while ass propped in the prevailing breeze.

I Never Remeber

2010-07-29T05:45:00.005-04:00

For some insane reason I never seem to remember just how difficult a time I can have trying to stay in place during a spanking. Until I am yet again in that vulnerable position with my butt raised into the prevailing breeze.

Especially when not OTK and in some position like being bent over a chair or laying on a stack of pillows.

Actually, I think for me being bent over a chair or table and having one's feet on the ground might be easier to take than being over a stack of pillows. You see my legs always seem to want to run the 3 minute mile and they are ready to leave right now with absolutely no regard for the consequences.

That brings up another issue.

While we were having our little "heat my bottom" session as usual I jumped around too much. Naturally such behavior always leads to more, and more is always with a heavier, larger and more painful implement. Additionally, they are certain to be delivered with every ounce of oomph that my fine lady can muster.

So, there I was kicking and jumping out of the position I was warned to stay in, and of course she decides that she likes the leverage she gets from a certain 24" long paddle. Yeah, the one that's pictured.

The one that I wondered about from Cane-iac.

As you readers can imagine, I'm a bit concerned that my fine lady has taken a liking to this device. There was something about the way she said "Ok, you've earned six full force and if you move one little inch off of those pillows we'll do them all again with you touching your toes".

You see I also have this concern about touching my toes and it being perhaps a more vulnerable and painful position to be in especially with that 24" paddle. Additionally, the fact that her hands are small enough that she can swing it two handed, well that's also a concern.

Ow... That Hurts!

2010-07-28T17:30:00.003-04:00

Yes it did, and as corny as it sounds I actually said that. Naturally I heard the standard response of "Yes dear, it's a spanking and it's supposed to hurt". She in fact, made sure that it did hurt.

You see we had some private time in the bedroom and as you could imagine my fine lady was anxious to get to get to the bottom of some things. Naturally, my bottom was involved.

She was actually very lenient with me for probably a few reasons. Over the past couple of week we've both been under the weather and although we are both in full recovery mode, we're still not back up to our peak selves.

Also, we were doing some more test driving of our recent Cane-iac additions to our bountiful pain drawer and it's always sensible to go light with new toys until you're familiar with them.

Unfortunately, some things come natural and
far too quickly to my fine lady.

Since it's been a while, I was perhaps a bit more sensitive and I was having a very difficult time staying in position. More about that later.

In the bundle there was one implement that was a surprise and that's the one I item I've decided to talk about today.

There is of course the old saying that good things come in small packages. We often forget that nasty things fit in small packages too.

When I originally saw this item I wasn't actually very impressed. Naturally as can be expected, that initial first impression was foolish on my part and my most recent 'impressions' are quite the opposite.

It's Acrylic, only 12" long and 2" wide, and you see that's the problem. Imagine a narrow hairbrush. The dimensions actually lets it fit very effectively into that very sensitive crease area between butt and thigh.

She had me on a stack of pillows and I don't know if my teeth marks will ever come out of the bed.

They call it the "Timothy" In some respects it may be the most regrettable of the new items.

I've identified this item as having at least five major flaws:

It's very capable of applying a toe curl sting.
It's just too easy to concentrate in the butt crease.
It's regrettably affordable at $13.95.
Being affordable means throwing it away, well, it would only be replaced.
The damn thing is small enough to fit in a purse.

You know those sickos at Cane-iac actually sell not only a larger 20" version but also a matched set. Thankfully, we only have the small one (for now). I can't imagine more length and leverage landing in THAT spot.

That last flaw I mentioned...

The fact that it's able to fit in a purse is perhaps the most disconcerting. Yes she did put it there and yes she said something about not being afraid to use it whenever or wherever.

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I'm Just One of The 41%

2010-07-26T14:37:00.000-04:00

Dante posted this video a year or three ago. I haven't seen it for a while, so here it is to enjoy:

Does Spanking Lead to Horniness? | SpikeTV | SPIKE.com

Of particular note is the percentage of spankos in America. Wow, double the rest of the world at 41%. Apparently the other 59% of Americans don't have sex.

Still 41% is a good chunk of the population IMHO. Maybe it's because we grew up not only watching The Lucy Show but also we all have the DVD of the Duke dealing with Maureen O'Hara's attitude.

This isn't the first spanking "answer" at Mansers, here's another one just in case you need some help working on an addiction.

Wicked Videos, Latest Virals | | SPIKE.com

Come and Gone

2010-07-25T06:00:00.006-04:00

Well, my birthday has come and gone and I've yet to be spanked.

Funny, what bothers me most is that I feel that I've cheated my readers here on this blog who may be waiting for the Big Event as much as I am. Well, I'm expecting the Big Event, hard to decide if I'm really looking forward to it, I'm sure you understand.

So, what's happening in the F/M Spanking Blog world these days?

Well, I just saw probably the best picture I've ever seen of the professional disciplinarian Dana Specht... She's smiling! To me that is much more natural than the strict frowning pictures we most often see of her.

After all, why should she frown so much, she certainly knows how to get what she wants from her men!

She;s happy!

Well we know he will be happy too when it's over because she never does finish without getting her point across and he's just getting red. Dana is nothing less than totally effective. Yes, the lap we would all both crave and regret to be across.

It's nice to see her enjoying herself isn't it?

In the mean while, over at Underlings Humblings he announces that we are getting closer to his new drawing that will be catered to the polls on his blog. I'm really looking forward to seeing his artwork.

Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts asks if we would consider giving our spanker's the right to spank to their hearts content...

uh, for those who may be like me....

YES!!!

That would be the Holy Grail of Spanko!

Postponed on Account of Sick

2010-07-22T16:47:00.002-04:00

Just the other day Ken at SpankedByMyLady posted that Cora wasn't feeling well and that he was Spankless in Seatle. In any event it would appear that it's spreading to East coast as well.

In my last post Time Slows to a Crawl I mentioned that privacy issues were cramping our style at this time in the Her Paddle Household. Now it looks like illness is playing an issue here too. In fact just yesterday afternoon it looked like there might be a window of opportunity to sneak in our long awaited event of test driving the Spencer Style Sizzler paddle from those Pain-iacs at Cane-iac.

I previously blogged about the inescapable test drive that was planned in honor of my rapidly approaching birthday. That was of course as you may recall before my fine lady decided I needed a bit more.

Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on if you're serving or receiving) it just didn't happen' as my fine lady is a bit under the weather.

Here's where it gets strange, on one hand I'm anxious for the new toys to be tried out and looking forward to sitting perhaps a bit uncomfortably while blogging about the experience. Then again as the opportunity for it's use looked very possible (and close) yesterday I must admit to getting a little case of cold feet, not that it would prevent or otherwise stop the event.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm happy that my fine lady isn't feeling herself. It's just that as the days add up and the longer I go without a spanking... I know I'll be that much more vulnerable when she decides the time is right.

Additionally, another parcel has arrived at the door. On one hand I'm a bit curious about the contents... Then again I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later.

Time Slows to a Crawl

2010-07-20T11:21:00.001-04:00

Well, there's this whole interesting collection of spanking utensils, most recently bolstered by our latest additions to the arsenal of pain with our acquisition from Cane-iac.

The biggest obstacle to their use right now is the usually annoying lack of privacy. The reason that the lack of privacy isn't too annoying right know from my perspective is that I know a number of these items are pointed at my ass. This of course has made the lack of privacy more acceptable, in spite of the inevitable.

Of course the delay also adds a bit of pressure in the sense that I just want to get it over with as soon as possible. Not that when that moment does arrive it will be something over with 'soon' in any sense of the word, in fact it will likely be rather prolonged.

Naturally the more time passes, the more I manage to find my way into additional issues that "will have to be dealt with".

Here's a little tip for all of you guys out there, just in case you ever find yourself in this particular paradox. Now it's not that I know how to avoid this, since I've fallen for it before.

Let's say your fine lady should suggest a little drive and something about "maybe we can stop at 'X' " (insert place she likes and you don't). Now your out driving about and getting near that particular intersection and say "you wanted to go to 'X'?" Then she says "Oh I don't know, do you want to go?" Now you say, "Not really". She responds "Well then we don't have to go there". Then, you keep driving elsewhere or home all the time content and perhaps whistling show tunes.

Guess what, she really did want to go and if you keep going like I did, you've screwed up big time. Just because she said "we don't have to go" doesn't mean you don't have to go.

Spanking Art by Otto

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Does Maintenance Work for You?

2010-07-19T07:56:00.004-04:00

Like many men and women after my marriage failed, and after years of little sexual excitement I gravitated to exploring BDSM.

While there are many aspects of BDSM that I do like to explore, when I learned about Domestic Discipline I realized that it was something more, just the same and totally different.

Something more that had been missing from my life, specifically from my relationships. The concept of a happy household didn’t seem like an impossibility anymore. Like many of my age I grew up watching Donna Reed and the Nelsons. Their way of life had not become mine, it was all fantasy.

Of course when I discovered DD I read everything I could find about it, joined many Yahoo groups and read every blog I could find written by those who claimed to have established and were living in such relationships.

The most important ingredients of DD are trust and communication. Once they are firmly established, most couples seem to progress easily with perhaps a “health word”, but without a “safe word” which of course is an absolute must with BDSM. The underlying point being that DD has to be real, where each knows absolutely nothing will prevent or stop that butt from getting sore.

That’s one of the reasons I initially had such a tough time accepting the idea of Maintenance Spankings. Maintenance Spankings just appeared to be a contrived reason to spank, just fulfilling a spanking fetish. I was wrong. I’ve come to believe that Maintenance Spankings could just be the most critical and necessary ingredient in a successful DD relationship.

For every couple?

Of course not. I would caution anyone from ever taking the tact that DD can only be done by their standards that would work for them.

In fact that’s one of the most critical dynamics of a Maintenance Spanking, giving the relationship the opportunity to communicate and explore, finding ways to make it stronger for the standard they see and wish to establish and not having to do it the way everyone else says it has to be.

Here’s a basic template for a Maintenance session that might work for you:

Start off with a schedule, pick a day and time that you will likely be able to keep every week. If it is Saturday afternoon, it should be Saturday afternoon every week. If life throws you a curve ball and you have to postpone of course do so, but postpone, never cancel. Even if it has to be postponed till the following Saturday so be it.

The spanker may have to have an extra sore arm by Saturday night as the bottom’s butt must be treated twice in that one day. Or the next day, but you get the picture.

When you have some more experience “under your belt” so to speak, the Top and Bottom will have the opportunity to discuss and decide for themselves if once every two weeks or once a month or for that matter several times a week would work better for themselves. Nothing says you two can’t decide as you go, but it should be a mutual decision. Of course your mileage will vary.

Get together and talk, the conversation should be what you both expect and what your thoughts have been with how DD is working for you. Decide how you both can use it to strengthen your relationship and make you both better. Of course avoid just making it a bitch session, if it turns into one, put an end to it just like any argument. Cool heads must always prevail, revisit it when you both can talk and never argue, it’s not the time for anger. If there is ever too much anger then maybe it's time to evaluate if DD is right for you at this time.

Maintenance could be the place to explore If you have a new implement, this could be the time to try it. IMHO you should never explore a brand new implement during a punishment when you won’t have the time to exchange feedback.

Severity could be just as intense as a basic punishment spanking, it should be real. No, not a “you won’t be able to sit for days” spanking but you’ll need to see all the stages, maybe impatience straight through past any tears to acceptance and full submission.

Maintenance Spankings offer the chance to reestablish the authority and reinforce or fan the flames of your mutual respect and desires.

Although it should IMHO be severe, it’s Maintenance, not a punishment. Even if you use an implement, consider starting and finishing with bare hand OTK. Bare hand OTK… the touch, adds a closeness that doesn’t easily pass through the handle of a hairbrush.

Time permitting the aftercare should be as long and passionate as possible, at the very least never neglect aftercare for a Maintenance Spanking, it doesn't always have to lead to the bed, but why not if time and mood permit.

Yes, it should probably be a real spanking and not an Erotic Spanking and not any kind of play. But nothing says when it’s over that you can’t play as much as you both desire. But roll your own.

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Getting Thru

2010-07-18T23:50:00.006-04:00

Here's a sample of series from F/M Spanking World.

Now here we have a photo session from Nurse Brandi, clearly she is reaching her wits end.

She has been through enough to try ways to get through to this wayward patient.

She'll do whatever it takes but it's obviouse...

Unfortunately for him. her frustration has led to her being more determined, she has realised that although you can't always choose who your friends will be...

In fact you can't choose who your enemies will be...

Yet as a nurse, she realizes. (check the smile) you still can't choose who your enemies are, but you can choose who just might deserve an enema.

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Walls of Resistance

2010-07-18T12:23:00.006-04:00

For those of us who practice a form of DD, one of the most difficult hurdles to the success of a spanking is the fact that at times the spankee is resistant, or defiant prior to, or during the spanking.

No, not physically resistant, but the attitude just fights acceptance. The spankee knows and agrees that a spanking is needed and the spanking is actually clearly wanted but there is just a combative mood that can keep the spanking from being effective if it isn’t addressed properly.

Let’s call it a wall and unless that wall is broken down or at the very least, has a few cracks created the full benefits of the spanking won’t be realized. Perhaps it’s impatience with the whole procedure, “Just get it over with…” or it’s just one of those days or one of those moods.

The spankee doesn’t like this aspect of their personality and really is hoping that the spanking can bring back the person that they want to be. The desire is there to be on the other side of the spanking cherishing the aftercare, but somehow that seems distant and unobtainable.

If the disciplinarian can recognize this wall, this attitude of mental resistance there is a chance that it can be eliminated with careful scolding.

Life has a way of complicating even the most thought out actions and the fact that we are now such a mobile and sometimes distant society adds another dimension. We communicate and plan sometimes too much by phone, text or IM and the plane fact is that often less face to face interaction. Face to face communication offers the advantage of seeing facial expressions that can speak louder than words and we often forget that. Without that then it can difficult to really understand the emotional impact of our words and actions on one another. The result being that often the spanking may have been over planned or over played too far in advance of the actual event.

The spanking may have been scheduled or it may have been talked over far too many times or already at too much length. There may very well have been scolding, hours or even days before the spanking has had a chance to become reality. The value of anticipation can be lost and that wall who’s downfall is sought may have already been cracked but now has already begun to mend. Consequently the value that scolding that would usually add to the process isn’t as strong or as attention getting as it might have been when the need for the spanking was first realized by both.

Ultimately there may be a point where the full acceptance of the spanking just isn’t going to happen. Continued spanking will only cause physical results and the connection that both parties want to become reality just won’t arrive. The correct answer may be to simply end the spanking if no progress is seen as being possible.

It might be necessary and possible for the spanker to turn the atmosphere of the spanking. “I’m just not getting through to you am I? I hope I’m wrong but we may just have to visit this subject again and if we do, it will be much worse.” Changing the spanking enviroment in that fashion isn't always possible. Our kinky desires may crave having ,or giving a sore ass but if the goal is effective DD, kinky aspects by themselves can be a distraction. Besides, if appealing to any kinky aspect was all that we wanted alone, we never would have chosen this unique path.

Give full attention to aftercare, talk it over and realize that sometimes the most important result that may come from the discipline is the reinforcement that the spanker won’t hesitate to do whatever is needed and the spankee won't be anything less than honest. I've been at that moment during aftercare when I've had to say "It wasn't enough, I need more".

In this respect what may have originally been intended as punishment may in fact be more of a maintenance spanking. There should of course always be communication. Talking it over later may reveal that there might have been some aspect of the scolding that may have encouraged anger instead of remorse. In any event it’s not something that should be viewed as regretful, but embraced more for it’s value as it can teach both partners how to work this process together.

Sometimes, the spankee must be the one to make this point to his or her spanker. If that communication isn't there the changes may never come. Of coure while laying there with your butt throbing and on fire can be a very difficult time to say "I need more".

The spanker must always be ready to learn lessons too. Sometimes the basic lesson is nothing more than being able to understand that there can be too much build up. Perhaps too much time between the points where it was realized that a spanking was called for and when it finally comes to fruition. Understanding that it’s always better if the peak of emotion can be matched with the act of submission.

With enough communication, remorse for having disappointed, can be much more meaningful and intense, not just breaking down the wall, but removing it’s foundation.

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YEAH!!! The Dollar Store

2010-07-17T05:30:00.050-04:00

It was just last evening and I was sitting at the table leaning over the laptop pondering what sort of further enlightenment I could bring to the spanking world and more specifically to the F/m Spanking world here at my humble blog.

Just then without any sort of warning my fine lady gleefully proclaimed our need to visit The Dollar Store.

Huh?

She at the time was completing her chosen task of putting together another excellent and nourishing meal for our consumption. What had happened was that she went to clean a bowl and found that we were running out of dish soap.

Now to me... OK, we need dish soap, simple issue, simple solution... we buy some dish soap...problem solved.

Nope, not to her!

She saw this as an opportunity.

She expounded on how we now had to visit The Dollar Store and stock up on not just dish soap, but fabric softener, plastic baggies, Windex, toothpaste, dental floss, toilet bowl whatever and all those important items that separate us from banana peeling apes that as we speak are hanging from tree limbs in the rain forest.

Okay...

Those of you outside the continental United States may not be familiar with the latest in modern conveniences we have here in the States... The Dollar Store.

Perhaps on the continent you may have something similar like oh.. I don't know... maybe the Euro Store or elsewhere perhaps The Yen Store, The Peso or the Pound Store but I'm sure you get the basic idea.

No matter, here in the US we do most certainly have The Dollar Store.

Now to me, I see the Dollar Store as being the outlet for all the things they couldn't sell for .99 cents in the regular stores. So they ship the technical and functional obsolete dead inventory off to The Dollar Store where they sell if for a penny more.

Now, we're not talking about the sort of merchandise found in the finest Department Stores in the best shopping districts around the world chosen by those in the know or in the media spotlight, just the basics that no one really brags about using. Ever hear a starlet endorse toilet paper let alone actually admit to using it?

Yeah, pretty much just the basic needs and the target consumer would be those who refuse to pay extra just for the Ambiance of a premium address and the best Musak elevator tunes playing in the distance.

I think I've set the mood.

Me?

Well, I like the fact that you can buy those super size boxes of candy that they sell in the movie theatre lobbies for five dollars... for one dollar. Yes mam, I'll have those super size Milk Duds and the Mike and Ikes and some Raisinetes for one little dollar each, thank you very much.

Beyond movie theatre candy, I see no real value in the place.

Not my fine lady, and I will of course be following her along up and down each and every damn isle as she basks in the bargains.

You see the love of my life cherishes every moment that she can have, spending as frugally as possible for our household. What man couldn't love that in his wife? What man could ask for more? She just craves bargains and it doesn’t matter if it's a Thrift Store, The Dollar Store or an Outlet Mall. Bargains simply drive the core of her existence.

So basically, the only potential problem that I see here is that she is also absolutely determined to get our monies worth out of ever single penny we've spent and unfortunately for me, that includes the money we've spent on spanking implements.

Dear reader, just let your imagination go from there.

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Where is Safe and Where is Beyond?

2010-07-16T13:52:00.002-04:00

Often topics on discussion boards come around to just what is someone's limit and if they like to have that limit explored or even being pushed beyond that limit.

Me?

When I'm on the receiving end of a spanking chances are pretty good that I'm not a happy camper and I want it to end RIGHT NOW. There are no two ways about it, unless there happens to be a playful aspect to it, I don't like being spanked at all (while it's happening).

Before it happens?

Yup, love the idea and I find it very exciting. The thoughts of giving up control, or rather having control taken from me occupies my thoughts all too often. It's not that it happens all that often in an everyday fashion, we have other aspects of life too and then there is the whole privacy thing. The peculiar thing is that I have this strange craving to be taken beyond whatever my limit may actually be, that possibility pops into my head every now and then.

Then there is after the spanking. When the welts and bruises fade enough so that they no longer remind me of the spanking that she so lovingly gave me, I wish it had been harder or longer because I actually really enjoy those badges of honor that remind me of her loving care.

In a previous posts I mentioned how being restrained or tied to a spanking bench was something that came up every now and again in my strange brain. It's perfectly obvious that during a spanking if I happened to get a major case of “I’m outta here” I would simply be able to get away as it really would not be possible for my fine lady to restrain me without my cooperation. The situation is the almost the exact opposite any time for many women while they are being spanked. Often they would not be able to get away from a physically stronger man no matter what they wanted to do at the time.

There is of course is the subject of safety. You’ll see the topic of safe words come up every now and again on forum discussions for some obvious reasons. Now I would never suggest that any man or woman ever meet with an unknown or never experienced spanker and ever consider a ‘No Safe Word’ spanking. However in our particular case, I don’t think the concept has ever come up since the very early days when we first met. I don’t need one and I don’t want one, I fully trust my fine lady. She isn’t spanking me to hurt me or to abuse me, she doing it to give me exactly what I want, what I need.

Of course there have been times when the edge of the bed has been digging into my leg, my side or stomach and she, as she should has stopped the spanking long enough so that I can be repositioned. After all, she wants me concentrating on the action that falls on my ass and certainly doesn’t want me distracted from that all too important activity.

I don’t want to be able to choose when the spanking is over, not at all. Strangely, I have spanked female bottoms to the point of sub-space and it wasn’t about how long or how hard the spanking was. That place is elusive and it’s not one that I’ve ever experienced myself. Yet I do crave it.

There have been times when I’ve been spanked and I’ve known I was very close. The point at which my brain was begining to run away from me and I could hardly still feel the pain of the paddle and wanted to feel it more. Unfortunatley, the only times I’ve been close is after very long spankings and sometimes it’s just all too easy to wear out my fine lady before she can get me back near that spot again. Perhaps someday, but my understanding is it just doesn’t happen for everyone and it’s difficult to predictably duplicate.

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I Wasn't Really Arguing

2010-07-15T08:13:00.004-04:00

Thinking back to my High School years I remembered how foolish I was as I failed to pay attention to the Math teacher. You see I sat next to this girl, and she happened to have this particular pair of legs.

Now all you guys out there know exactly the kind of legs that I’m talking about. Her legs just went from the floor all the way up to her ass and back down again on the other side. If you’ve never seen that particular set of legs, I know you’ve seen ones just like them.

Truly, not a one of you could possibly blame me for being a victim of that distraction. Many of my classmates were jealous of the seating arrangement as visions of those luscious legs wrapped around my neck routinely danced in my head.

The significance of those memories was now coming to mind as I realized that the total of my calendar years upon God's good earth is all too rapidly approaching a number that could be compared to the average daytime temperature of Tucson Arizona in July.

More importantly, that regrettable annual ritual of my birthday is ever near. Naturally, as you likely realize in the world of TTWD (This Thing We Do) the subject of birthday spankings manages to wiggle it’s way into occasional conversation the closer that benchmark nears.

Now, I won’t say it was an actual argument, but the discussion was getting a bit heated. More precisely, my concern was that the conversation was actually about the heating of my back side.

It's not that I don't believe in traditions, but as I reflected on this particular tradition I was sure that it was all some sort of elaborate corporate scheme to sell more hairbrush like items.

In any event, since it’s MY birthday and if it's going to happen I believe I should be able to choose the implement (I was thinking feather) and that the total number of smacks should equal at most, the number of years that I’ve accrued. Notably, here is were my fine lady’s opinion differed from my own.

You’ll remember several blog posts ago I mentioned that one of the additions to the “Her Paddle” household's pain drawer was the Spencer Style Sizzler paddle from those Pain-iacs at Cane-iac.

For whatever reason she was insisting that each year would equate to a good hard smack with her paddle of choice and as far as she was concerned it was going to be with the Sizzler.

The Cane-iac Sizzler 18" x 4" made of all too hard Walnut

So this goes back and forth for a little bit and finally her tone changes a bit and she said:

“Fine, it’s now GOING to be two per year and they're going to be good and hard with the Sizzler, otherwise if you want to argue some more, I would just as soon make it 10 per year”.

Then there was some sort of remark about me obviously needing a few good lesson sessions before the big event.

Here's where the significance of my rather poor math aptitude (as previously mentioned above) really began to come back and haunt me as I pondered the potential for some sort of geometric progression. More importantly that geometric progression could, or more accurately would descend upon my now twitching unfortunate posterior.

Naturally, sooner or later there just comes a time when a man has to stand his ground and put his foot down when things start to get out of control in situations like this. You know, sort of a John Wayne sort of thing. In mere milliseconds I managed to muster my most manly, deep and intimidating voice, looked her straight in the eye and said…

“Yes dear”.

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How It's Going to End

2010-07-14T05:50:00.003-04:00

I was looking at a photo set linked from FM Spanking World of "Women Spanking Men" and it occurred to me that often when like this fellow we find ourselves 'dropping them', we don't always know if we're going to be feeling the after effects for a few hours or a few days.

Indeed, sometimes it could be longer.

Here we can see that this fellow is receiving what is sure to be a memorable cane session by a lovely lady who came to the conclusion that stripes looked so nice on his behind, she decided to try them on his thighs and lower legs too.

It's pretty obvious that she has some concern for his comfort, his shirt has apparently been removed so that he won't be sweating so much. He certainly does have due cause to sweat and who wouldn't in his situation.

Funny thing, if I understand it correctly according to Webster the word sweat can trace it's ancestry to the

Old English swǣtan. I'm not sure of the pronunciation, but it sounds appropriate in this case.

The Reveal

2010-07-13T23:24:00.001-04:00

Hoo - ray !!!!

We have a winner!

spankedbywife: "I would guess its that loopy thingy you just got from Cane-iac. Yikes!"

Yes, the twisted device that damaged my butt is the intimidating Howler Loopy Thingy from Cane-iac. Perhaps it's not the device that is twisted, perhaps it's the warped twisted individuals at Cane-iac who developed this atrocity that threatens mankind as a Weapon of Ass Destruction.

Thankfully, this was not an actual punishment spanking. My fine lady placed me on a nice stack of pillows to position my vulnerability within easy reach of her efforts as she knelt along side swinging the device with anticipation.

I’m not sure if what I was experiencing at that particular minute was anticipation, nah… trepidation sounds better.

She noted how nasty the Loopy Thingy really seems in person.
I had already made that observation.
She noted how big the Loopy Thingy really seems in person.
I had already made that observation.
She noted how she bet it was really going to hurt.
I had already made that observation.
She said it was really long and it was probably going to wrap and leave a nice sore on the side of my ass.
I had already made that observation.

Now here is where something odd happened. Since this wasn’t some sort of punishment, discipline reminder or stress relief spanking… Just your typical try the new pain toy spanking, she actually asked me how I wanted it. I can probably best relate this choice to the reluctant subject of a firing squad being asked if he wanted to be fatally shot through the head or fatally shot through the heart.

I made my decision, “Just take one full force really hard swing and be done with it”.

She though for a second and said no, “I’m going to need a few good practice swings first”. Now I wondered why she even asked, but I decided it might not be the best choice to bring up the discrepancy at this particular time.

What I wanted to say was:

Why the fuck did you ask?

But I decided to hold my thoughts amd my tongue for the moment.

Well, she took two “warm-up” smacks and one really wicked swing on my poor lower cheek. She then decided that she had to do both cheeks because she didn’t want me having some sort of ill after effect like having to walk sideways or off balance. You see that’s why I love her, she’s always concerned that things should work out well for me.

I was actually surprised by the nasty implement. What I had expected was something similar to cane pain with a real “holy shit” sting when it landed. Well, it did have a really ‘holy shit’ sting but it wasn’t that sort of feels like a knife that makes you look back to see if there’s a blood trail sort of sting.

But there was thud too and plenty of it. That’s not exactly true, the one really nasty swing per cheek were the sorts of landings upon my flesh that did make me wonder why the hell I ever started this warped endeavor.

Thinking back to how the R&D department at Cane-iac described the Loopy Thingy:
"HOWLER - Silicone LOOP, 17+" a truly VICIOUS spanking tool. "

You just have to stop and think about it a bit. Here we have the maker of wicked canes (Are there any other kind? none are 'yummy'.) describing an item as a "truly VICIOUS" spanking tool. In retrospect, I realize it's always important to consider the source.

In any event I imagine the reason they use rubber hoses filled with sand in police interrogation rooms and spy HQs around the world is simply because Cane-iac hasn’t bothered to market this product to them, yet.

This photo shows the result right after the nasty deed and you can see the result of two “warm-up” swings. You can also see the darker marks from the really nasty swing. Note that when swung truly fast and hard the loop actually stretches out and narrowed to about half of it's width leaving the marks closer together (and the resulting pain more concentrated).

Shortly after the event we went out to a local breakfast special. Sitting there I was reminded of our earlier activity and when we returned home a quick peek revealed that the nasty one had developed into a rather annoying welted itchy sore with a bit of deeper muscle pain.

Thankfully I had been on pillows. If I had been bent over a chair or even on elbows and knees I imagine my skin and butt muscles would have been tensed enough for the really nasty terrible Howler Loopy Thingy to do some real serious deep pain. Actually, if this had been a real punishment spanking and if I had been to subject to more than just one really nasty swing to each side... I would certainly be sleeping on my belly tonight, in fact I might still.

Now my fine lady is somewhat anxious, perhaps a bit too anxious to try more of the newly acquired pain tools. Evidently, she found the whole endeavor… ‘fun’.

I mentioned that it might be best to wait until the existing pain and marks had faded. She said that’s not really an issue, a little makeup could be used and we could still get some really nice pictures. Unfortunately, she probably has my shade.

Guess The Implement

2010-07-13T05:15:00.002-04:00

There are other blogs that post a "Guess the Implement", typically they show a strange device that has become a pervertable. You can see a recent example at Hermione's Heart at this link.

The object is usually trying to guess what it's original vanilla life purpose was. Pervertables are all over the place, every time I go to the store I manage to see something new that can be perverted to spanking duty. Sure, we all see them in the housewares isle and of course a trip to the hardware store can just send the brain into overdrive.

However in this post I'm going to make a little twist on the whole "Guess The Implement" game. Perhaps more precisely, I'm going to present an opportunity to guess what twisted implement was used on my poor ass. The only evidence available being whatever welt can be identified on my all too vulnerable posterior.

This photo was right after 'application' of the twisted device. Where you can see the darker lines, moments later a nice thick welt developed.

In this particular post the item could be a pervertable or it could be something made specifically for the fine hobby of hubby spanking.

Teetering on The Edge

2010-07-12T06:24:00.003-04:00

Without a doubt the most difficult thing for me to do while being spanked is staying in place.

Am I the only one?

I've rambled on before about the fact that we may be in need of a spanking bench. Well, there are a couple of problems with the idea, not the least of which is my ability to turn a perfectly good piece of wood into a worthless pile of sawdust.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a total ditz. However if the subject of my labor doesn't have spark plugs and hold at least several quarts of oil it's pretty much a sure thing that the project won't go too well.

Keeping my ineptitude in mind another potential obstacle is cost. There are some fine examples of spanking benches on the market, takes some digging but they can usually be found listed with BDSM furniture. The fact that they run in the hundreds of dollars is a major issue for us right now with money being in short supply in the "Her Paddle" household. Currently, we're trying to use any available funds for other luxuries like food, clothing and shelter and doing a woefully inadequate job of it I might add.

The low cost alternative would be to simply use some ropes or inexpensive cargo tie-down straps.

Quite a while ago I managed to install some tie down loops to the bed frame without turning the bed into a worthless pile of sawdust, I was rather proud of myself and I believe rightfully so.

I also placed within reach several ropes and ratcheting cargo straps for convenient use by my lady, should she ever decide that thy could help in her eforts.

Now don't get me wrong she's a very intelligent woman, but it would appear that ratcheting cargo straps in her hands are about as useful as woodworking tools are in my hands.

Lacking any of the above retention aids the only thing that keeps me in place is my willpower and that doesn't always work very well as I can be something of a weenie. Now that's probably the way it should be I suppose with willpower alone, but it would likely be much easier for her to spank me if she didn't have to put so much effort into controlling my kicking and squirming.

Long ago when I first got into spanking activities I had no idea just how much I had to learn, actually from both sides of the paddle no matter if I was giving or receiving.

Like many people first starting out, I thought the objet was to get the spankee's ass as sore as possible as quickly as possible and to make it totally unbearable.

Several years worth of swinging paddles and also being face down have taught me that the best results come from a slow steady build up that often begins with a hand spanking which gradually progresses to more intensity, faster delivery and ultimately the conversion to action with a totally scary implement.

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the hairbrush paddle?

But back on topic...

Being a member of what could well be described as something of a Mutual DD relationship has its benefits. I happen to be one of those people that believes the best spankers, have lots of experience as spankees. Often the case in life, there is no real substitute for experience. Keeping that in mind, unfortuanatley I see no future in teaching a class on how to spank at the local Community College unless it involves lots of hands-on lab work.

But again, back on topic...

My fine lady having been an accomplished spankee in her own right, has proven to be an all too effective spanker. Almost every time she spanks me she manages to get the same result yet uses different tactics and sequences each amd every time.

Whenever she might have good cause to be pissed at me, it's pretty much a sure thing I'm going to be spending some time over a stack of pillows and hopefully not at the very beginning of the inevitable and certainly inescapeable punishment spanking.

There's something very difficult about submitting to the intense cracks of the cane or wicked slaps of the Discipline Strap on an un-warmed butt and still managing to stay in place while not being in direct contact as when over her knee.

She has gotten very good, perhaps too good at identifying my tolerance and at keeping me teetering on the edge of being able to stay in place.

I'm sure all you spankees out there in Internet Land know exactly what I'm talking about...

If it were any less intense you would be able to tolerate it for a very long time, if it were any more intense you would be jumping up and running for cover to prevent any more terrible atrocities from playing out upon your helpless ass.

But thankfully, my spankings almost always start out over her lucious lap.

Now the implications of that position are well known to we lucky few. We few, we proud, we both reluctant and willing spankees.

Mr. Happy somehow finds a comfortable place to rest and contemplate the situation until he runs for cover. The warm-up progresses to an intensity where the sting is really beginning to wake up the brain and before long, naturally there is some sort of wicked device that just manages to make it damn near impossible to stay in place, but I usually do anyway.

Somehow, she manages to keep it just doable and when she does the spanking can, and usually does last for quite a long time. When completed, I will have a memory that will have continued reminders that hang around for perhaps a day or three or if lucky... indeed more.

Yep, I'm in love with her!
She is such a wonderful human being, but more importantly, she is my woman.

Atwork by Danny M, Phtotos from Miss Holley and Boys Boading School.

Who is She?

2010-07-11T20:57:00.005-04:00

I imagine that there are those of you out there who have successfully identified me as a long time bloger on a now almost abandoned spanking blog who has foolishly ventured here.

No mater, if one or even perhaps many blog readers here have identified me, it really is of no concern to me.

The Problem:

The same can not be said for my fine lady. She has run into an issue that may have 'outted' her in the vanilla world. Hence, I've been reluctant to identify her as anything more than 'my fine lady' in these posts that are now as much as a month old.

In order to protect what little anomininity she may still have, I will continue to refer to her as 'my fine lady' or perhaps a made up name that may suit her... Like Stacy.

She is without a doubt a sure thing as a Stacy, I see that as being a fine name in spite of it not being hers.

In any event, in subsequent posts, if you really need to know just open up Microsoft Word and type in Stacy and do a quick 'find and replace' for 'my fine lady' if you should happen to need to have a more readable document.
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No One Likes a Busybody

2010-07-11T07:01:00.000-04:00

Whereas no one likes a busybody, at this particular moment I just couldn’t help myself as I peered curiously at what my fine lady was doing. Granted, there were probably other things available to occupy my mind.

Actually now that I reflect upon it, there were numerous things to keep my mind busy at that little twinkling of time.

One thing I could have concentrated on was the fact that I was naked from the waist down, and that certainly is something that offers plenty of things to think about.

Another was that fact that I was laying face down on the bed, that too offers much for the mind to mull over.

Additionally, there was a very tall stack of pillows in the center of the bed, again something to ponder.

The fact that the aforementioned tall stack of pillows were placed in such a manner as to raise my bare ass into the prevailing breeze all by itself could have kept my mind busy for quite some time.

In spite of all of these things to keep my noggin occupied… perchance fascinated isn’t the right word. None the less, she had my undivided attention and if not fascinated I was certainly concentrating intently on all of her actions.

On one hand, I didn’t want to interrupt her for some possibly obvious reasons. However there was something that was just a bit disturbing about the way she was gleefully handling our new additions to the pain drawer.

You may realize that I managed to identify this as a stressful situation. In spite of this obviously stressful situation, somehow she managed to keep her composure and always unique sense of humor.

She was just smiling a little too much for my comfort while taking practice swings in the air (the air did absolutely nothing wrong by the way).

Not that my comfort had any place in either her thoughts or plans and as can be imagined, frankly quite the opposite.

Then there was some sort of comment that came my way about there was nothing at all to worry about, if one item didn’t turn my butt a deep dark shade of purple, there were plenty of other items to choose from.

No wonder I'm in love, that's the great thing about her, she's always thinking of how things turn out for me.

Reading Comprehension

2010-07-10T16:10:00.005-04:00

I really need to work on my reading comprehension. Sometimes little clues or even obvious clues just manage to escape me. Sometimes I'm just captivated by a photograph and make assumptions about something and just ignore the more important details.

Take for instance my recent mention of my intended acquisition of some new pain tools. I believe I made mention of the loopy thing that Cane-iac sold as being something to be avoided. Never having seen one in real life I jumped to the silly conclusion that my previous experience with a similar device was enough to steer all clear of doing something foolish like ordering the blasted thing. In retrospect, perhaps I should have made my objections better understood.

Now if you look at the above picture from the Cane-iac website, it really doesn't look at all very intimidating. Looks like a cute little loopy thing doesn't it.

Well, I already knew that cute little loopy things can hurt like all hell and I thought my warning was enough for all involved. I repeat, in retrospect, perhaps I should have made my objections better understood.

You see the problem is the parcel was picked up from the post office today and the full impact of the contents hit home. I'm very concerned that soon the contents will impact something else and that else is my poor ass.

My intention today is to reveal two of the items in the aforementioned parcel. First I'll concentrate on trying to describe the above pictured loopy thingy.

But back to the Reading Comprehension issue. You see I failed to notice the rather explicit description of the blasted device. In particular I don't think I actually noticed the all too vivid description of the item:

HOWLER - Silicone LOOP, 17+" a truly VICIOUS spanking tool.

I further failed to notice this additional (in retrospect) very important detail:

At 17" long this loop is really incredible. It is very flexible and gives great whipping action. Bottoms will hate it, we don't think they will ever even Love to Hate it, just hate it, despise it and dread it being used.

Naturally, my failure to pick up on these little clues has become an ever growing concern. Especially since Loopy Thingies can be very quiet to use and that's not necessarily a good thing in a usually too crowded home. Thankfully, my lady is aware of the fact that when she uses it there will certainly be a lot of noise, all of it coming from me.

Now here, in this photo it still doesn't look very intimidating.

Now suppose I try to give it some perspective so that you can better judge the horror that this Loopy Thingy has generated.

Pictured below you will see the Loopy Thingy next to one of the other items from the parcel,

a 18" x 4" Spencer Style Sizzler paddle.

Now does it look intimidating?

All The Implications

2010-07-09T16:20:00.004-04:00

One of the things that I find myself doing is searching for collections of spanking art, lately that's been mostly F/m Spanking art.

Anyone who's taste approximates mine, doesn't find it easy to locate appropriate galleries.

I've mentioned before that my particular taste is along the domestic discipline line and not so much some of the more Fem Domme-ish sorts of things.

It's not that I can't appreciate the look of a scantily clad woman in two foot high heels holding a nasty looking paddle, I certainly can.

But that's more BDSM-ish than I tend to lean, what really appeals to me is more DD-ish.

So basically, the sort of photos and artwork that would be similar to the things you would find on the DWC website.

I'm certainly more attracted to the look of a woman in traditional dress or skirt as opposed to ones made of leather.

That's another thing, I don't understand the whole 'dark' motif, all the black dungeon sorts of things. After all, the toys work perfectly well in broad daylight too and my eyes are fading with advancing age.

Maybe it's because I've never really cared for vampire movies or it's some sort Goth thing...

But I digress.

Much of the F/m artwork that is on the Internet even if it is based on a domestic setting, features older or more physically imposing women giving good sound spankings to smaller framed or younger men.

Well, that's all fine and good, but I'm not very young, small or frail and my fine lady is actually of a much smaller stature than I am.

I think some of the most intriguing photos and artwork for me aren't just the ones that are just easier to identify with, but also leave a bit to the imagination. All the implications, what has happened and what's going to happen.

The way artwork engages the imagination can be compared to the way our 20th century ancestors enjoyed watching the radio. Often when a radio show would find it's way to the big screen or television it would flop.

Why?

Because the video renditions didn't come close to let alone match the way people played the audio out in their mind. The added second dimension just fell far short of the mind's ability to create a third, or even fourth dimension to those audio cues.

These items presented today are by Underling who has several fine pieces on the Internet that can be found on his blog and at the Spanking Art Wiki, enjoy.

PS: An interesting little observation... I just recently added the 'gadget' that rotates Google AdSense to the blog. It's not that I expect this blog to be a profitable endeavor of any sort, but a few pence toward beer would certainly be nice (but I'm not counting on it).

AdSense is supposed to make adds based on blog content. The thing is, the first banners that have appeared on the page are for heartburn medication. More appropriate would be butt-burn medication. Wonder if anyone actually makes it?

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Back In The Day

2010-07-09T06:01:00.001-04:00

No one ever wants to ever imagine their parents or grandparents actually having sex. It's just one of those things that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

But what about the rest of their private activities?

Did you ever wonder back in the day what Grandma and Grandpa did with their other private time?

Did you ever wonder if Grandpa managed to keep on top of all those little chores around the house just because he wanted to?

You know, all those things that Grandpa did to keep the mechanical items around the house in top working order
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Fix the squeaky door.

Kept the house freshly painted.

Tightened the loose door knob.

Fixed the wobbly table.

Repaired the dripping faucet.

Workbench well organized.

How did he make the time?

Where did he get the incentive?

Maybe he had regular reminders of his important chores.

Who knows?

Maybe Grandma took an active hand in setting the priorities.

Nah...

Couldn't have happened....

Could it?

Live Like You Were Dying

2010-07-08T22:45:00.007-04:00

It just occurred to me that the other day I made a post called "Big Boys Don't Cry" and I mentioned one of the things that brings tears to my eyes is seeing a clip of Tug McGraw during the 1980 World Series.

Foolishly, I didn't consider that many people who stop by this blog may be from other countries and be totally unaware of some baseball trivia. In fact even if a visitor here is a baseball fan, that doesn't mean they know much if anything at all about my local team, the Philadelphia Phillies.

You see Tug McGraw was a relief pitcher for the 1980 Phillies and his successful efforts at game saves took the team through the season, playoffs and actually the final pitch of the 1980 Baseball World Series.

Every sports professional has one year that stands out, Tug had many great years and with other teams, but the 1980 season sticks in the minds of Phillies fans like myself.

Tug's father was often in the stands and Tug when walking off of the pitcher's mound would always slap his glove on his knee to show his hero (his father) that he was thinking of him.

Well, Tug was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and passed in 2004.

Tug McGraw's son happens to be a Country & Western singer.

Me?

I couldn't rightly be counted as a big C&W music fan,
but he did write a beautiful song as a tribute to his father 'Tugger' McGraw called:

Live Like You Were Dying

Well, it too happens to bring tears to my eyes, because I know the connection.
During the last half minute of the music video you can see the 'Tugger' making the last pitch of the 1980 World Series.

You may ask, "Where did he ever get a name like Tug?

Well, the nickname was given to him by his mother...

Something to do with the way he suckled at her teat.

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Spiraling Out of Control

2010-07-08T11:29:00.008-04:00

Being a spanko is not my only hobby, I'm something of fan of aviation and aviation history.

In the world of aviation there are a number of axioms often quoted by pilots during 'hanger flying' sessions such as:

There are old pilots and there are bold pilots, but there are no old bold pilots.
A drink within eight will seal your fate.

But there's one that comes to mind at this particular moment:

Excessive angle of attack leads to a stall,
Excessive stall leads to a spin,
Excessive spin leads to a spiral dive,
Excessive spiral dive leads to the scene of the accident.

Right now I’m spiraling out of control and there is an impending accident scene, naturally as could be expected the devastation will play out upon my poor ass.

Previously here I mentioned my intention to shop for a new implement or three from the fine crafts-people at Cane-iac. Well, things have been placed in motion and there is no turning back now. It goes without saying that I did not have the final say in just what items will be blessing our doorstep. Unfortunately, the new items that will be fresh additions to our ever expanding pain drawer, just might be a selection of scary appliances that will be far to easy for my fine lady to wield effectively.

So we were talking a few minutes ago about the items inbound from Cane-iac, she's been walking around with that sort of intimidating devious smile that suggests she may be a little too anxious for the items to arrive. The plan at this point is to review each item here at my blog for effectiveness, ease of use and value. You know, end user value. She plans it to be on my end.

I took the moment to remind her that they could just as easily be used on her. Her response was too quick and probably well prepared in advance...

It was a simple question for me:

"What's the name of your blog?"

Then she made some sort of comment about the blog title really should have an 'S' at the end.

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Big Boys Don't Cry

2010-07-07T14:02:00.008-04:00

Probably one of the worst things that can happen to a boy, and of course happened to most of us was being taught that it wasn't manly to cry. Somehow for generations or perhaps even since the beginning of mankind itself, a man who lets others see his emotions has been identified as being weak.

There could actually be some truth to that considering how devastating such an action as crying during a game of poker could be to one's hope of successfully bluffing.

In all honesty I've wondered if I may fall short on this time honored testosterone benchmark.

Sit me down and force me to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" and it's a sure thing my cheeks will be soaked at the end of the movie when Zuzu makes George Bailey realize that Clarence got his wings.

Yup, there have been a few times when forced to watch chick flicks it's happened too.

Certainly every time I see a clip of the 1980 World Series and Tug McGraw bouncing his glove on his leg to show his father he was thinking of him... Yeah, I blubber uncontrollably.

Then when I hear his son, Country singer Tim McGraw's tribute to his father... Yeah, big tears.

But, then there is spanking.

Not once while being spanked have I broken down to blubbering tears. There have been a number of times where I've been very close to crying, but it just hasn't happened yet. Many people both men and women (but mostly men) have reported that they just don't break down and cry from being spanked. Sure, sometimes tears may well up from the intense pain, but I'm talking about let it all hang out throw all your emotions on the table and get a great cathartic release kind of cry.

So far it just hasn't happened for me.

None the less to deter my lady, she is nothing if not determined. So far it has not been her goal during a spanking, if it ever is, I have no doubt whatever barrier that there may be, will fall.

Strange as it may be, if crying from a spanking is actually my goal as something to experience, the thought of it actually happening, or maybe it's the spanking that would be needed to make it happen just scares the shit out of me.

So Just The Other Day...

2010-07-06T15:50:00.003-04:00

Just the other day I, like most responsible American men spent a little time trying to decide how to properly celebrate the 4th of July. Naturally, (for a fleeting moment) I considered celebrating the 4th with a fifth. While the adventure played out in my mind, I realized that when my lady the next morning found my pickled body laying in a puddle of my own bodily fluids on the family room floor, she might get upset.

"Belay that, what else can and should I do today?"

Fast forward a few hours and just lets say I was momentarily questioning the value of central air conditioning.

The dilemma:

Here in the Mid-Atlantic we were falling into this particular year’s first real monster heat wave. Temperatures were climbing into the high nineties while the AC provided some relief.

Unfortunately at this particular moment, my pants were around my ankles and I was positioned on top of the bed, set upon knees and elbows with my bottom pointing skyward and getting far too cold (read sensitive) while I awaited at the pleasure of my fine lady. Naturally, she happened to be holding a rather heavy and menacing wooden paddle at the time.

Of course there is a story as to how this predicament befell me. While earlier in the day I innocently headed into the bathroom, my lady was exiting having just cleaned the aforementioned room of convenience. My mind was elsewhere as I continued to plan my day, enumerating my manly goals:

Drink beer.
Watch the Phillies.
Drink beer
Take a piss.
Drink beer.
Fart as needed.
Take a piss.
Watch more baseball.
Drink beer.
Repeat above as needed and as able.

Well, as we passed in the hall, she made mention of how much work she had been doing cleaning around the house. Then, finished with a comment that went something like: “You’re going to clean that damn table or you can expect a good paddling. “

Now we all know the correct thing to say at that point would have been something quick and simple like…oh I dunno... “Yes dear.”

Did I say “Yes dear?”

Nope.

I laughed.

Why the hell did I laugh?

The rest is history, yet this day she is still walking around with 'that look' that tells me she may consider that there is much more work to be done... and I don't mean cleaning.