First Fifty Days

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

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

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

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!

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%

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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.

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The Reveal

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.

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Guess The Implement

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.

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Teetering on The Edge

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?

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.
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the wonderful people who bring you this extradinary blog. If you should have any further questions simply call your local radio station and demand clarification but be sure to threaten retaliation with a thermo-nuclear device if they should fail to provide it in a timely fashion.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.

Have a Nice Day!

No One Likes a Busybody

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.

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Reading Comprehension

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?

 

 

 

 

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