There seems to be a universal outfit, no a uniform, for dominatrixes. A cat suit with boots and a whip. It's not turn on for me, but it must be desired by a lot of men. We all like spanking, but we sure are a diverse group.
It seems that spanking blogs we like are in decline. There remains only one that we faithfully follow that is regularly published - Ronnie’s. We like her blog because she writes about the spankings she solicits and gets in a way that pleases us. We wish we could write in her style. While there are new spanking blogs every day, most publish recycled web pictures that we all of us have seen before. Yet some of those blogs are quite popular. We are not excepting OBB, we post recycled pictures far more often than we would like. We just do not always have something personal or unique to write about. It would be helpful to us if more of our readers shared their thoughts and experiences with us. Often that inspires us with an idea.
One place in our travels that stands out for me is a quiet campground in a mountain setting. The first time we were here, I got a spanking while I was facing a grove of myrtlewood trees. That paddling and the setting was such a turn-on, that every time we return to the Oregon coast, I want to relive the experience.
So once again here we are on the coast. There are numerous sights to explore and it is a feast for the eyes. We have parked at a delightful place along the river, we go out daily to explore and then return home with fresh fish.
I knew the day that we were headed to my favorite place, so my anticipation increased daily with me getting all tingly. Finally the day arrived, but in the mere seven miles inland from where we were it was 15 degrees warmer. Bogey was less then thrilled with the heat and talking about leaving. My disappointment was becoming acute. I pointed out a campsite that had a big shade tree. We pulled into it and it was pleasant enough. Now that I knew that we were staying, the anticipation of the paddling the next morning got me very excited. We sat outside in a pleasant breeze having hors d'oeuvres and wine. As the sun set, the temperature dropped. So, here we are in a very quiet place with beautiful mountain scenery having wine, reading and my mind is focused on the morning's activity.
I slept well, we had breakfast and I got myself prepared for the paddling to come. Let me tell you, I was hot and bothered! When I get into that state of mind I become "Miss Tough Fanny". It was Bogey's pleasure to give me the hard spanking that he wanted to give me. And like a good girl, not only did I take it, but I enjoyed it immensely. My bottom was as hot as the rest of me and once again, my dream had be brought to fulfillment. I am one lucky girl.
PS, we took pictures, but they just were not up to standards.
Remember a decade or so back, when full body swim suits that imitated shark skin were banned for giving an unfair advantage? Well, now women have discovered that bare bottoms improve their play. Don't believe me? Well name one other reason these darlings would parade around in these skimpy bottoms. When a perv like me sees cheeks likes these he wants to paddle.
The Hairbrush may be the most popular instrument, but it’s never used by us or on us. In early marriage Bacall bought one on impulse. The cashier made a comment about it when we checked out, indicating that she thought it would be used on me. We laughed and she did not say another word. I guess she felt she had revealed herself. I tried it out on Bacall and she declared it was evil. Then or later she tried it on me, I fully supported her position that it was evil. We then understood why it was the go to implement for Mom’s. OTK with a hairbrush is indeed punishment. It’s small size makes it ideal to use briskly leaving no time for recovery until it strikes again. I try to humor Bacall’s desire to paddle me OTK, but before she gets to a dozen I am off her lap. She giggles. Nope, no hairbrushes in our home. But, it enjoyable to look at pictures of others being hairbrushed.
As I was finishing this post, I noticed I had used the label "Hairbrush" before, so I looked and found I had discussed it four times. Here is an except from a 2008 post. We tried a few hairbrushes over the years, but none were effective. They were either wimpy or thudy. Becall got a vanity set for high school graduation, which included a hairbrush. It’s not wood or plastic, but some man made material that makes it a 10 on the thud scale. But it is silent and we used it from time-to-time when noise was a concern.
One day, Becall saw a Vidal Sasson brush that looked like it would work. At the checkout, the clerk remarked how good it was for spanking and thought should be used on me. We bantered back and forth for a few minutes and then she must have realized how much she had admitted and sealed her lips.
Let me tell you, this hairbrush works. After it’s first use on her, Becall declared it off limits. And so for years, it was used for brushing her hair. Last year, I had her bring it to me and I whacked her a few times with it, before she said that I should feel it. Lordy, Lordy, was she ever right, that sucker set me on fire. I put it aside for a future play date and told her she should paddle me hard and fast over the knee, just like I was a kid. As you know, she loves me over her knee and she likes to pop me hard and fast and get me wiggling around. So she had an agreeable time and I found out what a bona fide hair brushing feels like. I prefer a paddle thank you very much.