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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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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.

The Endless Question (part 2)

It wouldn't be possible to discuss implements and not mention the cane. The cane is one of those gifts that we've received from the Brits who for the most part can't fathom why we bother with paddles.

The cane has a well desserved reputation for being extreme on a bare bottom and absolutely torturous in the hands of the Singapore Judicial System. However in my not so humble opinion, the cane is the implement that more than any other, shows that how it's used, is what makes the big difference.

Our kindered spirit at Ma'am Yes Ma'am made a recent post about the cane possibly being his hard limit. It's not hard to imagine why. Another of our bretheran Burl Apsack recently displayed the result of his discipline session and there's somethnig about the sight of his drawn blood that inspires second thoughts about it's viability as an instrument of Domestic Discipline.

Then again we here in the colonies think nothing of switchings and birchings and they too routinely draw blood. Perhaps it's because we all grew up knowing someone who was switched or birched at home or we at least heard the threat, so those activites just don't perk the senses like a cane does. Hell, most of our paddles with holes in our toy drawer aren't chamfered around the holes at least on one side, and they too have drawn blood.

In our particular house the cane isn't used very often, but when put in action it does leave welts that will last for at least a few hours and sometimes a sore spot or two that can still be felt next day. Almost all of our spankings happen in the bedroom and actually there just isn't the room for a full swing without taking some pictures off of the wall or possibly knocking everything off of the nightstand. Also, our canes are rather short and not the 32" + wicked things that make the scene in all of the scary videos.

One of our most cherished items is The Domestic Disciplne Strap from London Tanners, it's actually like all of his items, a piece of artwork. London Tanners is currently not shipping items and his website at this writing is on lockdown as he is relocating back across the pond. When it's online, his website shows a number of other items that gained popularity in the proper English or Scotish home and school, certainly some are rather nasty.

The Brits seam to have a popularity over there on the other side of the water for fine leather multi-tailed items such as the tawse. Many manufacturers here round edges or at least cut them at a 45 degree angle to minimize extreme welts when it wraps around a butt cheek or thigh. Not our tea drinking brethern, they apparently cherish items that wrap and provide extra discomfort to the lucky recipient. Well now we know why the  Brits have stiff upper lips, it's because their arses are so sore! Can't say they've got it wrong.

Perhaps some of the more domestic items that in our youth and now again as adults are always within too quick reach in our homes, those items we readilly view as being for Domestic Discipline. They are the ones that can inspire qucik emotional response.

The belt with it's unique sound being pulled through belt loops.

The old toy paddle that once had an elastic band and a ball attached. One should never forget the vast assortment of souvenier paddles hung on the wall that were sold at every tourist trap with the slogans like "Board of Education", "Attitude Adjuster" or "Texas Tail Blazer". 

Without a doubt I could probably write several blog posts about spatulas and wooden spoons, always too close at hand in every kitchen.

Oh, and bread boards, damn bread boards.

(for part 3 of this little series I'll ramble on about materials such as lexan, rubber and all)

The Endless Question (part 1)

Today I decided to write about that one question that if not endless, is certainly repetitive. The question might be framed several different ways but the subject is always the same, implements. Constantly popping up on spanking forums be it ones like Spanking Classics or the dozens of spanking related forums on FetLife. It might appear as "What is your favorite implement?" or perhaps "What implement do you fear the most?".

Favorite? Well that's a bit contradictory isn't it, what they meant is what one makes you gasp when you see it out of the hiding place.

In any event there are always some front runners that will be brought up in these discussions. Spanked Hubby on his old blog would often discuss various forms of the bathbrush as I recall. There are endless varieties of the bathbrush, at one time perhaps the favorite of the spanking community was sold online by the Vermont Country Store, another top contender was from The Body Shop.

Never to be forgotten is the Jokari. Getting harder to find, it once was included in a popular yard game. They can still be found on eBay from time to time, but there are certainly many similar sized and weighted replicas available from the reputable paddle makers.

Most bathbrushes and Jokari paddles are probably right on the edge of being useable for OTK, so naturally if that's usually how your most memorable spankings occur then you'll certainly be familiar with them. The smaller versions which fall into the hairbrush category and are probably without a doubt the most frequently used since they are much lighter and allow the spanker more flexibility in placing the smacks where they'll be most effective. This will allow the spanking to persist for a longer and much more painful event without wearing out the spanker. Of course the spankee getting worn out is not a factor here.

It's gotten really hard to find good quality, inexpensive heavy wooden hairbrushes these days. Most of the inexpensive ones these days are made of plastic and just don't have the oomph preferred by discriminating spankers. The spankee's preferences here once again are not a factor.

Wally World actually has been carrying a rather small wooden hairbrush; of course I bought a couple as they were less than $4.00 US. Foolish me thought "how much could they hurt?", well they can actually hurt and quite a lot.

The small surface seems to be very concentrated and rather painful and just too damn easy for the spanker to effectively use. There has to be a balance here, why should it be too easy for the spanker?



(to be continued with canes and strops and all, oh my)

Her Paddle

I've been wondering how to start this blog. What better way than to devote a post to the title of the blog, Her Paddle. In fact now that I think about it, I believe I'll make a few posts that are reviews of the various instruments that torture my butt.

Of course, there is no ONE paddle, but as you might imagine there is one in particular that comes out for almost every spanking. It's wood, it's shaped like an old hairbrush, it's oak, it's heavy, it's thick and it stings like a son of a bitch.

Only 10 inches long she has no problem wielding it for a very painful OTK spanking. When bent over and getting a full arm swing it impacts with surprising thud for such a small paddle, it's certainly effective. If you've never been on the receiving end of a paddle like this, you'll never understand. Let's just say I know it's sounds. From the moment it is set down on the dresser to the to my yelps that are guranteed.

It's a sure bet that the spanking will be remembered when delivered with oak. Even if it were the only implement used (and that hasn't happened yet) it alone would leave me with some sore spots for at least a day or two.

Ours was a gift (you know who you are and I won't forgive you) and I'm pretty certain it came from Woodrage Paddles. Actually, I think it came from another vendor that resold it, but the one pictured at Woodrage looks just like it and it's listed as being much less expensive than the one at a retailer where I believe it was purchased.

I think what makes the big difference is the fact that it's made of 3/4 oak and has lands with a solid smack that stings with an authority that is sure to be remembered.

Probably a mistake, but I believe the next addition to the toy bag will be their full size 3/4 inch paddle. What is ever wrong with my thinking I don't know... I keep buying these things that I live to regret.

It's either that or a longer cane, I think we'll get the paddle.