Have you or Bacall ever sat down and discussed what it is you like? I’ve read over the “How each of  us likes to be paddled” several times and I felt like this was very well thought out. But I wondered how specific your communications were.

We got to our places with many conversations over many years.

 Although I  am very well matched with a spanko wife who is the love of my life, I am not a great communicator when it comes to specifics. ( can you imagine that!!)  It seems a bit odd to me that after 30+ years in the scene, I’ve never actually clarified it.

Some folks get off on dirty talk. I have never been altogether sure of what that means. If it includes saying what you are going to do to the other, we do that. I have done that to probably every gal I have spanked. Occasionally, their eyes will get wide and I can tell she is realizing that I am going to do that which she has silently wanted to happen to her for decades. That’s communication.  Grin

I do it with Bacall. For instance, she is a bedroom bondage fan. I don’t go there more than once a month to keep it fresh. I like to surprise her. When she is bound, I tell her I can do anything I want to her and she will have to take it. The “you have to take it” elicits a swoon.  That’s communication. We know each others hot buttons and like to jump on them. I am gleefully sadistic.
We have learned each other hot buttons by talking about what we want and how we want it. That was hard for me in the beginning. It was always easy for her. I learned I could tell her anything or ask for anything just by following her example.
Second, we normally do a debrief afterward. We say what we liked, and what we want more or less of. [Debrief – Is that a pun?]
We also got comfortable with expressing a change of course mid-session. For instance, asking for a different toy or more licks (or less) for instance.
Backing up to “you have to take it”. It evolved that one of us would sometimes tell the other after the spanking was seemingly over “I want to give you another 10 licks. They are going to be hard. Will you take them for me”. She would say “Do I have to”? I would say yes and she would bend over, push her bottom out, and steel herself for the paddle. That’s submission. She would do me the same way. She would give me a hot bottom and then ask me to take more licks for her. Do it for her. They were always as hard as she could swing. That’s as submissive as I ever got.
She prefers to know she is going to be paddled a day in advance so she has the time to work herself into a submissive mood. She usually sentences herself, telling me that she needs a paddling tomorrow. I tease her the rest of the day that I am going to paddle her in the morning. I think that’s communication.
So yeah, we talk about it before, during and after. You think you guys can do that?
 Also, have you or Bacall ever felt like you need a good paddling to center your emotions, and if yes, Have you found it to be successful.
No, never that. It was helpful to us in our 40’s when we both worked long hours. No time during the week for sex or play. We would force ourselves to spank on Saturday mornings to relieve our tension.

History Buffs

Dwight Eisenhower talks about D-Day with Walter Cronkite 20 years after. The only time a President ever talked at length about anything that he was not trying to sell you.

The other day, A reader’s comment on a gals bottom that had been the recipient of a big paddle got me thinking about two gals I paddled for years.

They were both petite. They were both a size 2. Both had cute butts. Both loved hard paddlings. I think they could have been paddled all day and not be satiated. They never asked me for mercy. Bacall could have them both begging in short order. Bacall can lay it on, but I think it was more that they would never give in to a man, but they lost nothing yielding to a woman.

Sharon   (*)                                          Debbie

I recall paying Paddle Party with Debbie. I got out all of our paddles and put them on the credenza. I asked her to pick her poison. Without hesitation, she selected the biggest one. It’s the third from the left. Interestingly, it was a gift from Sharon. While it was long and thick, it was not mean. It had way more thud than sting. I suppose in her mind taking the biggest paddle was like conquering a mountain.


Sharon                                                             Debbie


Sharon                                                                          Debbie

Early on, I was walking with Sharon to her cabin to cane her. She took the cane and showed off her baton twirling skills. Right there I knew a cane was not going to intimidate her.

Bacall put Sharon over the spanking bench and in short order Sharon determined her long term health would benefit by quitting smoking. She never smoked again.


  • footnote, that’s not me. It’s fellow with a Q clearance. If you know what that is, it means he had a lot to lose if outed. It makes me giggle when folks tell me that they have to be carful for fear of losing their jobs. Our spanking group was safe for the women and secure for all.

I don’t know what you think about the scrumptious posterior on the masthead.  It makes me think about an attractive gal I saw with her hands on her hips, probably tapping her foot, not patiently, and certainly not submissively, waiting for someone to attend to her. I am all about attending and this one looked like a challenge. My friend and I were finishing up a sale at the cash drawer. I pointed her out to him and headed over. That’s when I found she had a bubble butt that I wanted to grab and squeeze. She instantly had my interest in demeanor and appearance.

She had come to the store on a big sale day. When this store had a sale it was an event. The floor was packed with customers. She wanted to buy a suit for her younger brother and I wanted to spank her. I purposely mismarked the collar so they would have to make an extra trip. The tailor ticket had her phone number on it. And that my friends is how we met.

I called her, we dated, she was rockily engaged to a Navy Lieutenant and his ship was in the Med. Her bottom proved glorious and looked just like the one at the top of the page. We were taken with each other. The deal was sealed one rainy humid afternoon in Tidwell Hall. We caught each others eyes across the sea of fellow students and were engaged shortly after that.

A few years later

A reader commented about the conversations he would have with women he might meet. I thought it was a good topic for a post and he favored us with this.
My first meeting 30 years ago was with a woman who advertised in the Shadow Lane Personals publication.
Once I decided to explore this side of my sexuality, I  put together an intro letter and sent it out to 10 or 12 ads in my area.  Her ad explained she was not looking for sex, just a friend who she could share her fascination with spanking with. She mentioned hand spanking to start, maybe a hairbrush could come out someday.
I flew into JFK, and she met me at the airport. We had a 3-hour lunch someplace on a side street in  Manhattan. Those 3 hours went by so fast I could hardly believe it.  Then we visited an adult store off of Broadway called Kinematics. We were like kids in a candy store.
 Neither one of us had been with anyone who understood our sexuality before, and I remember the feeling was exquisite.  She teased me off and on that day, and we topped it off with the first actual consensual spanking either of us had ever experienced.  At the time, I had a Nu-west hairbrush which I bought in anticipation of us getting together and after a while she wanted to  feel the brush too. Of course I was ever so willing to make good on her request.
 It was a heady feeling to finally be in the moment.  During these encounters, she loved the idea of being “taken in hand” and spanked no role-play needed.  Although it  was obvious we were both aroused, we both agreed there was a hard limit at sex. We played 2 or 3 times a year for over 20 years, She passed away a few years ago, and I feel sad sometimes that I lost a very close friend like no other.
Most one-on-one meetings I had were like that. No real role-play, but very sore bottoms afterward along with a warmth that was palatable.  As you know, spankings can go on for a very long time from warm up  thru progression of  implements. I was always cognizant of the shade of red and considered it to be the Top’s responsibility to stop. There were many times I stopped at the disappointment of  whomever I was spanking.  So, no blood red bottoms for me either.
I also played with several women who  loved to email me the start to a storyline, and I would pick it up from there, and send back the next chapter.  IE: pulled over for speeding or over spending a credit card etc etc. These were always fun because once the story got started, it took on a life of its own. I always thought of these as extensions of Will Henry’s books, or the Sassy Ladies books that  came out in the 90’s. Heck, even Ed Lee had some good  story lines. It was all part of a fun game. Occasionally, they included some simple rope bondage ,and other toys which made the whole thing even more sexy.
The one thing I  never ran into was REAL punishment spankings. It just never came up. I think the reason is there is a level of disappointment, or disrespect  that has to be present. We were always too  busy having too much  fun to go there.
 Spanking parties were completely different. The ones I went to had hundreds of people coming and “playing” was the reason you went. There were dance cards to fill out and lots of role-play, School girl costumes, and bratting happening.  Unless you played with someone before, there was always a safe word and lots of checking in during a scene. The most important take away I got from these parties was safety. No one wanted to be banned so by far, MOST people followed the rules. The downside was the pace was many times faster  than one-on-one meetings.
One thing you and I  agree on is the feeling after, “the high”, as you called it, when you get that hug after and maybe a whisper in the ear saying, ” Thank you  that was FUN”

Just one picture today. She was taken for a ride in an ATV to a private area where she was well-paddled. I will guess she has taken this ride before and looks forward to it.

That’s a mean thuddy paddle.

I hope you have a good day.


Some people still can not access OBB using non-standard means like incognito mode or  Linux, etc.

Reader Mike reported this, but did not give an email address for a reply.

Caged Lion set this site up. Bless him. I have been a passenger. I don’t know beans about certificates nor why they would prevent a Linux machine from accessing OBB.

You can access OBB with Chrome, Safari, Opera, Brave, etc. You can use your phone iPad and laptop.

There are no plans to make access by other methods possible.

PS I know that most servers run on Linux, so do high-performance machines. Android phones run a form of Linux. OBB can not support it.


OBB is still only getting 5% of the readers the old site reported. I never put much faith in the old number.

For Openers

How do you like my little dance with each cane stroke?

Kelly Payne – An accomplished spanker


Wood sandals are handy for a spur of the moment spanking

Red head with a belt

No, no, no. No elimination for me. A spanking gives me a boner. I want to keep it.

Up the stairs

Only Known Image of a British Paddling















This story was written by a friend over 20 years ago.  Some stories that appear on OBB have a basis in reality. The author was strictly a bottom but liked to see men paddled. I was one of those men. She wrote this story before that happened. It would make an interesting video

It was 4:00 on Friday afternoon and I was anxious to head for home and begin the weekend. I’d been working on a project in the school library, and most students had left half an hour ago. As I approached the principal’s office a peculiar noise caught my attention. It sounded like a loud clap – no, more like a slapping noise. As it came again, I realized what it was – someone was getting the paddle! Curious, I tiptoed to the door and listened. The principal, Mr. Sawyer was laying down the law to some unfortunate student. I wondered who it was. I glanced around but the hallway was empty. Surely no one would notice if I sneaked a peek. Temptation got the better of me and I tried the door. It opened easily and the sounds immediately got louder. Miss Thompson, the principal’s secretary, was nowhere to be seen, and Mr. Sawyer’s door was ajar. Heart pounding, I peered into the room. A boy was bent over the desk, his trousers in a heap around his ankles. Mr. Sawyer stood behind him, paddle in hand, sternly lecturing him on the evils of smoking.

Thomas Sawyer was a tall, rather handsome man in his early fifties, with dark hair and brown eyes. He could be stern, but I had always rather liked him. He had a brilliant sense of humor and often made me laugh. As I watched, he lifted the paddle and swung it hard – CRACK! The boy cringed and yelled “OW!” but held his position. I couldn’t see his face – was he crying? The paddle cracked down again. I was totally transfixed at the sight of his bare bottom getting a hard paddling. What did it feel like, I wondered? To be totally at someone else’s mercy, helpless, exposed, your bottom burning like fire…

I was so absorbed in the spectacle before me that I didn’t notice Miss Thompson’s return until it was too late. She propelled me forward into the office, and I stumbled slightly. “It seems we have a Peeping Tom,” she announced to Mr. Sawyer. The principal turned abruptly at the interruption. He looked at me in surprise. “Why, Rebecca! You’re the last person I’d have expected to do such a thing! You ought to be ashamed!” I blushed crimson, wishing I could melt into the floorboards. “I’m sorry, sir…” I mumbled, eyes now fixed on the floor. The boy over the desk made a muffled noise, and Mr. Sawyer redirected his attention to him. “Nick, you may pull up your trousers and turn around.” As he turned around to face us, I gave a start as I recognized him. It was Nick Edwards! He was a very cute senior I’d had a crush on since the beginning of the school year, though I’d always been too shy to approach him. Now I was really embarrassed – what must he think of me now? Mr. Sawyer cleared his throat and for a moment I thought I saw him grin. Then his features became quite stern and he stepped closer until his face was just inches from mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I’d never noticed just how tall he was before, and I suddenly found it quite intimidating.

“Well, Miss Rebecca. What shall we do with you? I think the punishment should fit the crime, don’t you? Since you got to watch Nick receive his swats, I think it only fair that he should watch you get the same. What do you think, Nick?” Nick smiled and said “Yes, sir!” just a trifle too enthusiastically. Was that a leer I could see forming on his face? Damn him, he was going to enjoy this!

Mr. Sawyer dismissed Miss Thompson and closed the office door. “All right, Rebecca. I never thought I’d have to do this, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. I want you to lift up your skirt and bend over the desk, just as you saw Nick do a few minutes ago.” I was absolutely mortified! And I was blushing again. “But Mr. Sawyer, you can’t be serious! Girls don’t get paddled, do they?” “A few do, my dear. Now do as I say.” I really didn’t have much choice, did I?

With a glance at Nick, I turned and followed the principal’s instructions. I was about to find out just exactly how it felt to be paddled! I was embarrassed and scared, but something else, too. Excitement, was that it? Surely I didn’t think I was going to enjoy this – that was just ridiculous! It felt kind of weird to bend over the desk that way. Then I felt a tug as Mr. Sawyer pulled my panties down to my knees. Oh my God! My bottom was completely bare, and in front of Nick! I felt so embarrassed, and so terribly exposed.

“Rebecca, I’m going to give you six swats. Please try to hold your position.” I waited for the first swat for what seemed an eternity. What was he waiting for? I was just about to turn and ask him when the first swat exploded across my bottom. “OW!” I didn’t expect it to hurt so much – I thought he’d go easy on me since I was a girl. “Please bend back over, Rebecca. If I have to tell you again there will be penalty strokes.” I hadn’t even realized I had raised up. I bent over again and waited. The second and third swats came hard and fast, one on each cheek. I could feel tears beginning to form. I gripped the desk and blinked back the tears. Number four came square across the middle and burned like fire. Almost done, hang in there, girl. The last two swats were lower down and encompassed part of my thighs – they hurt the worst yet. By the time he told me to pull up my panties, the tears were flowing down my cheeks. And yet, I felt almost sorry that it was all over so quickly.

“You took your punishment very well, Rebecca. I hope you learned your lesson. And I hope that satisfied your curiosity, young lady.” Mr. Sawyer looked at me kindly as he handed me a tissue. I saw the ghost of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, sir. I promise never to eavesdrop like that again.” I dabbed at my eyes and blew my nose. “May I go now, sir?” “Yes, you may go. And try to stay out of trouble!” I hurried away, not daring to look at Nick. How could I ever face him again?

My mind was a whirl of confusion all weekend. I kept playing those two scenes over and over again in my mind – Nick bent over the desk getting a paddling, and myself bent over getting the same. Thinking about it was making me awfully horny – now, why was that? I’d never been so embarrassed, and it had hurt like blue blazes, and yet something about it turned me on. I couldn’t explain it, and I was dreading having to face Nick on Monday. I just knew he must hate me for watching him like that, and he would probably tell all his friends about watching me get paddled. I would be taunted and teased mercilessly! It was too awful to even think about.

Monday morning came all too quickly. I thought about staying home sick, but then decided I may as well get it over with. I saw Nick in the hall and he waved at me. I pretended I didn’t see him, but he cornered me at my locker. “Uh, oh, here it comes,” I thought. “Why did you disappear so quickly Friday? I wanted to talk to you. Are you OK?” Nick actually looked concerned. What was that about? I muttered some excuse about needing to get home. “Look, I really want to talk to you. Meet me after school?” We agreed to meet at the bleachers by the athletic field at 3:30. I spent the rest of the day on pins and needles, wondering what Nick wanted to talk to me about.

My last class finished early, so I arrived at the bleachers at 3:15. It was a beautiful spring day and the sun felt warm on my skin. There was no one around, so I sat down in the grass and closed my eyes, just soaking up the sun. I started thinking about Friday, and I started getting turned on again. What was it about that spanking that made me feel that way?

I was startled when Nick suddenly spoke – I hadn’t heard him approach. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. He was tall and tan with light brown hair that he wore a little long. He had the most striking green eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. It was a little disconcerting, like being undressed and exposed. He sat down in the grass beside me. “I loved watching you get paddled, Rebecca. You have the most beautiful ass, and seeing it jiggle under that paddle was an incredible turn-on. Am I making you uncomfortable?” I was blushing furiously, but I was secretly pleased. He felt the same way! I said, “Yes you are, but please don’t stop now!” He started stroking my leg as he talked, and I felt myself responding to his touch. I felt mesmerized by his eyes, and after a while he kissed me. I’d never felt so attracted to anyone before, and I had the impression the feeling was mutual. “Would you mind if I spanked you?” he asked with a grin. “No, I think I’d like it!” I answered dreamily. He pulled me down across his lap and began to caress and stroke my bottom – it felt wonderful. He pulled my dress up and began to spank me over my panties. It was a light sting, nothing like the paddle. I was actually willing him to spank me harder. I was disappointed when he stopped, but it was only to take my panties down. Now the spanking began in earnest and he covered my bottom with sharp spanks that made me squirm.

A sudden shadow made Nick stop and look up. It was Mr. Sawyer, grinning widely. “She will need a lot of that, I’m afraid, Nick. Carry on, carry on.” He sauntered off with a wicked smile.

Lady Hawke 4/2002

I looked through the 400 odd pictures I have of women being paddled to find one to illustrate Rebecca being paddled. I did not find a single one that showed an office, a real desk, a man doing the paddling, her skirt up and panties down. Plenty of women doing the paddling, lots with the student in jeans, tacky tables instead of desks, etc.

She Is Ready For The Next Round

The Wood Turning the Bottom White Hot

When The Red Circles Appear You Know You Have Done Good Work

An Old One That Never Gets Old To Me

A Short Story – I was in 4th grade. I walked to my classroom and in the sixth grade room a girl was paddling herself in front of the class with a paddle that looked like this. The teacher was encouraging her to do a good job or she would have to help her. I was memorized. I don’t recall what the girl was wearing.

I think 27% of sex and 35% of spankings happen in motel rooms

Is the Jokari Paddle for You or Her? Maybe Both. It Makes my Bottom Tingle

I Have Posted This One Before. The Windup Makes It Special