Monday, September 1, 2014


In the first grade, all the kids in my school knew the principal had a paddling machine. You might get some swats from the teacher; but if you were really bad, you would make a trip to the principal's office and she would put you on the machine and no one wanted that. I remember, the principal looking directly into my eyes one day and telling me that if my unruly behavior continued I would find out about the  paddling machine. She told me it could give 20 licks a minute. She then asked me if I thought I could take that? I was already teary-eyed and this made me shake all over. Mrs. Ogara, the principal, was around 45, I guess, overweight and had a rather intimidating presence. Nevertheless, I was young, sassy and stupid, so while I never encountered the mechanical spanking machine, she paddled me several times a year all through grade school.

Hermoine recently posted a spanking machine story. This tale does not use a machine, but it has a similar theme. From the vault, a 1998 spanking story.


The spank-o-maniac that I am, I have often wondered about a Pay-for-paddling business. Let’s say you get a speeding ticket. The fine is $100 or 20 licks. If you choose the licks you would go to a court approved spanking parlor, pay a nominal fee, take your licks and the matter would be settled. A great place to practice your forehand and get paid at the same time. Well, here is how it might be.

This Spank-o-matic was in a strip mall in the suburbs, right next to Baskin-Robbins. The front was all glass, the kind that reflects the sun and that you can not see through. The name was in small gold leaf on the door. A chime sounded when I opened the door. As my eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the florescent lights, I became aware that a female voice was inquiring “May I help you?” I focused in the direction of the voice and saw a pleasant looking young lady at a small desk. The name plate introduced her as Kim Magnum. I mumbled ‘Yes” and as I walked in her direction, I became aware that there were a few other folks in the waiting area. I told her that I was here to get a paddling for speeding as I tried to calmly fish the court papers out of my jacket pocket. Kim just smiled at my nervousness and waited until I handed her the papers. She looked at them and remarked “Oh, Judge John’s, — 30 licks — Wow! How fast were you going in the schoolyard?” I said, “No schoolyard, third offense.” She logged me in on the computer, said it would be a short wait and to take a seat.

I sat in one of the chairs that circled the room and tried to look normal and wonder why the others were here. Two men came out, crossed the waiting room and were out the front door. Shortly, Kim announced that Mr. Baker could go back now. And a few seconds later that Miss Star could go back now. That left me and another young man in the room. True to her word, only minutes later Kim matter of factly announced that we could go back now. I followed the young man through the door. There were two ladies waiting in the hall, the first one said to the young man to go in the second door on the right, the next lady said for me to follow her.

I followed her down the hall past several closed doors and into an open one. There was not much in the room. It had the look of a examing room. A padded bench was in the center of the small room. A large paddle lay on a desk, along with some office supplies, a computer terminal and a box of Kleenex. She flipped a switch on the wall and said her name was Sue Paker and asked mine. She glanced at the computer screen said that it indicated that I was to receive 30 licks and asked if that was correct. I said Yes. She said that we were being video taped and for me the stand at the end of the bench and drop my pants and underwear. I did. She moved a curved metal bar that was hinged on one side of the bench until it was around my upper thighs. It made a sound like handcuffs being closed, until it was snug against my legs. She then told me to bend over the bench until my chest was flat on it. Then she pulled a wide leather strap over my back and secured it. I was not going to be moving very much. I saw her pick up the paddle, take position beside me, swing her arm back and then forward. When it made contact, my breath came out and my bottom suddenly felt like a swarm of hornets had hit it. There was no pause between the licks. the licks rained down — left cheek, right cheek, left cheek as fast as she could swing. Before ten, I was squirming hard to get away. After a few more I was blubbering for mercy.

It was over! She released the strap and bar and told me to pull up my clothes. She handed me a coupla tissues, entered something in the computer and said I could leave now. With that she left and I did too — with a smarting bottom.


Friday, August 29, 2014

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

An Office Visitor

Another from the vault by DME. The last story I posted by this lass got zero comments which surprised me. Maybe someone will like this one? Some of these stories are fact based, others pure fantasy. You decide.

She felt all tingly and excited as they rode the elevator up. The building was quiet and dark on a Saturday afternoon. For him to see where she worked was a special thrill.  She wanted him to be able to picture her in his mind at any point of the day. He followed her through the door and into the little reception area. "It's just a small office- there are only three of us plus a volunteer who comes in the mornings to answer the phone. We've rented another suite of rooms around the corner and will rearrange everything. All these bookshelves and supplies will be stored there."  "And where is your office?"  "Right through here."  She led him through the copy room to her office. Pausing at the doorway, she regretted that everything looked so messy. Without even looking at him she could sense his critical eye. "It is a bit disorganized, but I have been so busy. Just run in, unload, repack and take off for the next training."  The worktable in the middle of the room was stacked high with files, books, and a chaotic assortment of papers. Piled in the corners of the room were plastic boxes of files and forensic supplies, lids ajar. They stepped around the colposcope toward her desk. A rainbow of sticky notes were scattered around the desktop with more piles of files and loose paper. The other side of the floor was covered by stacks of boxes of manuals.    

Hands behind his back, he perused her space. "Young lady, I am appalled at this office. What kind of impression do you think this would make on any visitor?" Glancing away, she ignored his rhetorical question.  " Look at me when I speak to you. Answer my question."  Goosebumps prickled her arms, She knew that tone.  "Umm, well, I guess they would think I am really busy. Which I am!"   "No, this room indicates carelessness, disarray, and disorganization. Isn't that correct?"    "Maybe."  She couldn't stand to meet his gaze.  "That's enough. I think I need to motivate you to clean this place and put things in order. And give you a reason to keep it straight.  Walk right over to that desk and lean over. Hands all the way on the other side." He wasted no time baring her bottom.  She wondered what on earth he would use to punish her, but the soft sliding of his belt through the loops answered that question. Each stripe of the belt was accompanied by sharp question that demanded an answer. "What must be done with this desk? Where does this equipment go?  How should these boxes be stored?  What are you going to do with these stacks of papers?"  In her distress it was very difficult to stay focused on his questions an answer to his satisfaction. All she could think about was the doubled belt and when the next blow would fall. Now she was already straining forward to escape the fire.  Her challenging attitude dissolved into contrite replies and pleas for relief. 


"Next week you will email me photos of this room- spotless. Is that clear?"  "Yes, sir."  By now she was close to sobs, but still bared and in position. "Now you will receive four more to help you remember this lesson. I expect you to take them without a sound, and then you may be excused."  She did sob then, just a quick intake of breath. Her knuckles white as she clung to the far edge of the desk. The four last stripes fell in solemn procession, and he was pleased that she accepted her due. He stepped back and threaded the belt back in place. She straightened her clothes, pulling the panties over a now glowing bottom. He reached for her and with an embarrassed sigh she rested her head on his chest. "What do you have to say for yourself?"  "Thank you, my lord. " Smiling a slow smile, he kissed her dark hair and led her to the elevator.  He had no doubt that office would be in order.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Vintage Saucy Postcards

The most famous artist of “saucy seaside” postcards was Donald McGill, who when he was nearly 80 was put on trial under the Obscene Publications Act and found guilty and fined. Today they are one of the most collected items of memorabilia and worth a fortune.
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Friday, August 22, 2014

Disturbing Behaviors in Women Who’ve Read ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’

The sexually graphic “Fifty Shades of Grey” book, which will be released as a movie in 2015, has already been criticized for being “mommy porn.” But a recent study is actually quantifying some of the real-life behaviors of women who have read the fiction work about a man’s more than domineering sexual preferences.

Amy Bonomi, a professor in Michigan State University’s Department Human Development and Family Studies, analyzed the health risks with reading fiction that depicts violence against women and found those who had read “Fifty Shades” were more likely to have a verbally abusive partner, to exhibit eating disorders and take diet aids, to report binge drinking and to have had five or more sexual partners throughout their lifetime up until this point.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Day Dreams


You looked


I sure am pleased to see short shorts back this summer.


A trip to the woodpile in frilly panties

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Paddling’s Continue

We don’t write about many of our paddling’s. There are only so many ways we can describe them before we bore ourselves. We wish we could write like Ronnie does. She is the only one we know about that is currently writing about her personal spankings in a way that appeals to us. In a word, titillating. And I am not talking about sex, I am referring to the sexy way she describes their play. For us, we would not be interested in spanking at all unless it was not sexual. We both get aroused no matter who is paddling who.

Yesterday, I told Bacall I was going to paddle her. She immediately went into alibi mode. She can come up with more excuses faster than anyone I know. But, I knew from the glint in her eye at the beginning that she was on board.

She always asks why she is getting paddled. Today, it was because it was raining.

I told her I was going to use our red paddle – a real stinger. [I made Ronnie a holey paddle exactly like the one that is Bacall’s fav. Ronnie thinks it stings like a swarm of bees, but it is P’s fav. I would estimate the red paddle has about 2.15 times the sting factor of the holey paddle if that helps you any]

Bacall got out both the holey and red paddle perhaps thinking that if there were a finite number of licks then every lick with the holey paddle would reduce the licks with the red paddle and so mitigate the amount of sting. But, there was a second way, she could be asking for double the number of licks. I decided that was what she wanted.

I had her lay over my lap. She likes to put her knees on the couch and look out the window. In that position, she can swish her bottom around to indicate I should amp up the paddling. She can also easily just fall down on her side when she wants to. After a short discussion, I wish I could recall the words, she acquiesced and snuggled up across my lap. She wanted to be paddled in her new sleeping shorts. They are quite thin, so I had no problem with that. I laid into her and she stayed in position and was unusually quiet. She sensed that I was going to paddle her hard and she may was well take it. And she did. First with the holey paddle, then and equal number with the red paddle. I then pulled the shorts down and repeated the same on her pleasantly red bottom. Before we got to the end, she was more than ready for it to end.


Bacall, but taken on another day