Sunday, February 01, 2009

Sensitivity Paddlings

I really don't care for the let-me-tell-you-how-it's-done narrative, but bear with me for a moment or two till I can get to the fun stuff... (or, "butt bare with me," in spanko-speak):

in reference to the lovely Cowgirl, of a just-prior post, for whom we all are very happy and who was overheard using unsightly language by her new beau... (how can language be "unsightly?" if you're not watching it!) Possibly this was because she didn't fear the consequences, a terrible but I think largely understandable and unfortunately common state. For those child-free weekends and other spank-heavy intervals, sensitivity paddlings seem to improve this situation - plus are a lot of fun.

What we want here is not for our young lady to brat around, nor repeatedly ask for yet another spanking, nor be completely unrestrained in her behavior just because she wants to take advantage of this opportunity to be spanked well and often. I think it's much more fun if her own reaction to careless misbehavior is "ut oh..." Not to say that I want her all tense, nervous, and ever vigilant, carefully avoiding any slight misstep - this should be a time for relaxing - the point is not for her to studiously avoid minor misbehavior, only to forsake intentional brattiness and to react with that tummy-tightening trepidation to any realized-too-late actions. Two dozen swats once an hour seems to fit the bill.

This heightened-awareness state could happen if she was already over-spanked, but with a whole weekend - or even a long evening - to play with we certainly don't want to get there too soon; and with a dedicated spankee, as we all know, it can be difficult or impossible to get there at all, at least for any sustained length of time. Seems like "no no no stop" is usually followed by "okay, ready..." We need her confident that plenty of spankings remain, preferably pleasurable or at most minorly challenging ones - or, even if she's due for some heavy discipline, that she'll be kept plenty busy in the meantime.


I have this heavy paddle, frat-shaped but shorter, quite thick but thankfully made of pine or something so it's less fierce than most hardwoods. Its sting is further mitigated by a very thin suede layer on one side - maybe less than an eighth of an inch thick but enough to make all the difference. Twenty-four swats is neither too much to take nor too little to have any effect, and can be barely disruptive. We've used this in a very brief stop at a rest area in the middle of a two-hour drive and it was completely convenient, and it can be applied just before leaving the house without disrupting any timetables.

This isn't exactly preventative - if she needs preventative spankings, say before joining friends, visiting family, or whatever, those would need to be separate; nor is it maintenance, exactly, which I consider to be considerably longer and far less frequent, like maybe twice a week; and it's definitely not punitive - it's not substantial enough to address anything specific and hopefully no one needs to be punished every hour. Its purpose is entirely sensitivity and assurance - sensitivity so that other spankings can be felt better, and assurance that even without misbehavior, encouragement, or requests, opportunities won't be wasted.

Starting off it may take a little more to establish any sensitivity at all, and it would be silly to wait half the night for it to start being effective just so that a foolish consistency can be followed, so the first time around I might go through it twice. In fact, on a cold bottom it's nicest to start out slowly, so the first two dozen are probably light, and then a second two dozen for effect, and then maybe this is repeated. Certainly at two dozen swats if it's doubled is not a big deal. Even the second set - and the fourth, in this case - the firm ones - are pretty enjoyable if you're not already sore (and why would you be?) - solid but not stinging, warm, not hot... also, an extra set at the first half-hour will speed up the process, too.

My preference is to give eighteen with the suede side then six with the bare-wood side, which is, admittedly, painful (though there's not many of them); keeping them all low, with the lower edge of the paddle just at the lowest edge of the bottom, every swat, same spot, all weekend or week. If you tend to over-hit (land more on the far side) you can balance it out immediately with a Jokari paddle or wait until next time and use the diaper position, so that the far cheek becomes the left rather than right. I'm not ambidextrous enough to use a heavy paddle well from the left, nor strong enough to do it well back-handed. It's not that much of a problem, since the paddle is very stiff and therefore doesn't over-hit as much as thinner or perforated paddles.

For these quick little swat sets, simply bent over can be best - well over, to get low, easily - even if an over-the-knee spanking is about to follow. Lately I've also been favoring a punishment position - kneeling nude on the bed, elbows down and then drawn in to bring the chin to the hands, heels together, knees apart - though this is a bit elaborate if you're just keeping to the schedule. Maybe without the nudity, if you're in a skirt/ dress/ nightgown...

Some interesting things come out of this schedule... like, obviously, a paddling very first thing in the morning (doesn't have to be hard), before any other spankings... and the fact that it's hard to leave the house or do much of anything besides watch a TV show for less than an hour, so that every time you return to the house, a paddling - often two or three - is already overdue, so her bottom is bare immediately, and you get rid of that lag between getting home and getting back into the spanking routine. Another situation is that, since a paddle this size gives you a pretty good range of heaviness, once she's well-warmed up you can really power on some deeply-felt swats if you feel that's needed and, as I said earlier, add a second set, since they're short...

Also, the schedule is very hard to keep up with - once an hour is pretty aggressive - so a paddling is almost always due and can precede nearly anything - or I should say, nearly everything. Time for a caning? Should probably have some good heavy swats first. Need a strapping? Let's make sure you feel it low. Smart-mouthed remark? We'll just catch up with the paddle before you go over my knee...

I've considered - but haven't tried - using a kitchen timer... for a strict once-an-hour I guess we'd reset it for another hour, then paddle, so we don't get "schedule creep..." My timer has a warning beep (how appropriate) at ten minutes till and five minutes till, so we wouldn't be taken by surprise - but I don't think that would be very relaxing, to say the least.

Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against those grit-your-teeth, thigh-shaking paddlings - but a steady dose of something much more tolerable can be a useful addition as well.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Christmas Visit

The kids are visiting for the school holidays again...

bad is when your adolescent son finds pictures on your computer of naked women, strapped to a hotel bench, bright red bottoms and obvious marks along with wide, wide smiles and glassy eyes...

really bad is when he finds them on your camera...


(okay this has not yet happened, just what I have nightmares about...)
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Friday, December 26, 2008

Paddling The Cowgirl

just a short scene about a paddling... a Halloween party, and this woman isn't just dressed as a cowgirl, she really is one, for a living, real spurs and all and if I ever objected to cowboy (cowgirl) boots with a skirt I won't any more - as long as it's a really, really short skirt.

This was one of these friend-of-a-friend things, so there was no real dynamic, just sort of "let's play" and I couldn't say for sure who said that... but we end up in a spare room, along with a few other people and a handful of straps. Talk about topping from the bottom, she left no doubt who was in charge and, not knowing her, I didn't want to push it - and it must've been working for her, her bottom was tanned pretty good but oh-so-smoothly and some of these were not light straps.

She was misbehaving with another brat, which was extremely disruptive, but we eventually got in under control - I had her bent over the back of a regular chair, holding the seat, and we moved to where the chair was against the wall and couldn't slide forward and the brats were decently separated.

By this time I had strapped her hard with several different straps, which she loved, probably spanked her some, too... all of which she soaked up like desert sand taking in rain. Narrow perfectly padded bottom on a body that was like, you couldn't decide between athletic and nice curves and this was the perfect compromise...

She complained that I was wrapping a bit so I corrected that... and then she produced a long frat paddle, I think a half-inch - thinner than I'm used to but not one of the super-thin quarter-inch ones - and full of holes, asked if I knew how to use it - I said "sure, this is my end, that's your end" - which made her scowl... but after a couple of swats - she was still bent over the back of this lightweight chair - she stood up and said I was over-hitting, to focus on the near cheek and let the far take care of itself (partly because the paddle, being thin and full of holes, was more flexible than I'm used to, and her bottom was not entirely as wide as I'm used to). I tried again and got "nope, too far, nope, too far..." finally got it about right... for a couple... then she stood up and said no again - I offered to tied her arms to the chair... she knew I was serious - I was dressed as Indiana Jones and had rope hanging from my belt - and said no... got her to bend over again and laid one on that I knew was good - the heaviness with which I was swatting her was also making the paddle flex more... she said that was good and I suggested that she count the good ones out loud and could skip the ones she didn't like... she counted one and two - and I mean, I laid into her... skipped the next one, counted the third and jumped up saying "enough, I want to be able to play for the rest of the party..." anyway, great fun...

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A little too far...

I took the plastic top off of a scented candle and it says on it - "Recycle Before Use." Has this maybe gone a bit far?

How about we take it straight from the store to the recycle bin? I mean, okay, I probably have done with a few things, but there were years in my closet in between...

I'm not even sure how you'd know if you recycled something before you used it, or not - or if someone else had. Do you think it would say on the label?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Sleeping on planes

been on a couple of long plane trips lately, and I always take a sleepmask, especially on the red-eye - you know, those blue, silky on one side, padded things...

but somewhere in my collecting I picked up this blindfold - not too directly kinky - fluffy lined eye cups, thin black leather, but nice... probably ought to be wearing this, huh?


the picture kind of sucks, we'll see if we can show it on someone...

no telling who I might meet...

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Bad Santa

If you haven't got any kids around, check out Bad Santa with Billy Bob Thorton and Lauren Graham:



if you have got kids around, learn to look at a DVD's rating before you put it in...

What's this got to do with spanking? Nothing except that this Gilmore Girl certainly earns one or two (lifetimes worth) in this cute little role...

Saturday, June 14, 2008

St. Petersburg, Florida, 2008


I'm sitting at the table in the entry of Suite 7804 late Saturday night, the last night of the last party on a four-month string of scenes and dates that has left my heart trampled, my direction obscure, and my sanity in question. The door's on the latch as it always is and it swings open, its frame filled by the woman who started it all, all six-plus feet of her atop high heels and displaying the kind of curves that'll put a scenic railway in the guidebook. Black halter top, hot pink panties and signature glasses, "Moonie" is celebrating ten years since the founding of the original Florida Moonshine by offering free swats. Oh - and the panties, about four feet off the ground, are backless.



It seems like every bit of ten years that I've been promising to make it to a Florida party, but in truth the Florida Moonshine group as I know it - the current one - was started back up by Tony and Gail, Ian, and Alona back in 2005 or so - so it couldn't really be that long that I've been trying to get here. Even so...

I get off the shuttle in front of the hotel and immediately realize that I haven't been on an East Coast beach since I was fifteen. On the Pacific you don't get the heat and humidity this close to the water, and the feeling, the sense of it, is unmistakable. Boardwalks and crazy dreams of summer romance rush back with an immediacy that make it seem like yesterday - or at the very least, last summer. Of course, no one here calls this the East Coast - it's the West, or Gulf Coast. And I could not have chosen a better destination for my first visit to Florida - the beach at St. Pete has graced plenty of postcards, I'm sure; the view from my balcony is only surpassed by the view from my door.

We'll have to see what can be said and what can be hinted at and what is better kept to myself, but cutting right to the chase scene - was it better than Shadow Lane? Ian wants everyone on the planet there next year and every positive word helps - so I'll say this much: it was perfect. It was just what I needed just when I needed it. Everyone I knew welcomed me; everyone I met welcomed me. The setting was beautiful; of course the women were beautiful. One guy turns leather into art; another handles a whip with a touch that leaves his partners with open mouths and glazed eyes. It was relaxed; it was exciting. It was, in a word, "nice." After the dungeons of Dom Con, after the weekends spanning Sacramento, San Francisco and San Jose followed by Central California and Orange County, after I-5 has become yet another viewing of the same in-flight movie, it was perfect.

Did I miss my fabulous California crowd? Did I miss the familiarity of Ventura Boulevard, the Riviera, South Coast Plaza and the Strip? Eight video vixens on the bed? Shadow Lane is Shadow Lane, LA is LA, what can I say? Don't ask me to dis my home town. So no, no comparisons... but God, what a party... what a great time. Thank you - everyone. For everything.



This strap hurts, I know it, that's why I've chosen it. Slant-tipped, barely wider than it is thick, cut from reins for a Clydesdale. And I'm laying it on. But she is feeling guilty, she needs to feel it. Her bottom is well warmed-up, maybe too warmed up. I lay a practice stroke across her thighs, and a second. She says that's what she needs. When I make her.

Six across the bottom, hard... three across the thighs that make my teeth grind. She doesn't move, at least not much - maybe because her ankles are wrapped tight and I've tied her hands to the bedpost. Six and three, six and three - she is clearly suffering, the print of nine strokes standing out, short and rectangular on her near thigh, long across the other, the slant-cut clearly visible on the far side. Six more across her bottom. I pause and put my mouth by her ear, a whisper asking her to ask me to not give her the last three - she's had enough, I tell her. She's a good girl and does as I ask. I spend the next three hours in a state of relaxed satisfaction - filled or drained, I can't tell which... but the near panic of the past four, or five, or six months is palatable in its absence.