Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Bacall Self Paddles

Last week, we had one of our typical play sessions. It got started when I started going through my panty drawer, discarding some loved, but hopelessly small panties. Naturally, Bacall started going through her three drawers of panties. One drawer is huge. She also gave into reality and tossed several panties and bras.  It was fun trying on the panties.

We each selected a panty girdle to wear. Her's was beige and I went for white. I thought I gave her a pretty decent paddling, but later that day, she told me she needed a do-over. We were going to do it the next day, but life got in the way and it was almost a week until we both had the time and the inclination. That was this morning.

She was rather eager. She came from the bedroom into the den to show me that she was wearing pink panties and that meant only one thing. Before I could put my coffee cup away, I heard paddle pops coming from the bedroom. She had started without me. Not all that unusual for her to do. I stood in the doorway and encouraged her to continue. She did. I like to watch. I checked and she was already bright pink. I said we should make a movie with the new camera. While I went for the camera, she continued popping herself and the ow's were getting louder and closer together. Bless her heart.

I found a position to shoot from, I pressed the red button and she started again with the paddle. The clip is only 20 seconds long but features several rubs and ow's.

That was not the end. I gave her a dozen or so myself. I know someone in the blogosphere will recognize the paddle she is using.

Next time we will have to put the bedspread on the bed. This was strictly a spur of the moment event.

PS, in last week's play session, she used our paddle from hell on me over the panty girdle. She said she hit me as hard as she could the first few licks. They did not sting much. Not near as much as the ones on the bare bottom. However, I felt that paddling the rest of the day. Deep burn I suppose. She was most pleased to learn that.

Bonus. How long since you heard?

God Only Knows - The Beach Boys, a cappella

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Eloi

Back in May of 2012, I wrote a few words comparing modern liberals with the Eloi depicted in the 1895 novel The Time Traveler by H.G. Wells's. 1895!!!

The 1960 movie Time Traveler show some scary parallels between the Eloi the current crop of young liberals.

They’re so dumb and docile that they don’t even know they’re cattle. It would be sad if they weren’t so dangerous to the future of the species.

The premise  ...the Time Traveller tests his device with a journey that takes him to 802,701 A.D., where he meets the Eloi, a society of small, elegant, childlike adults. They live in small communities within large and futuristic yet slowly deteriorating buildings, doing no work and having a fruit diet. His efforts to communicate with them are hampered by their lack of curiosity or discipline, and he speculates that they are a peaceful communist society, the result of humanity conquering nature with technology, and subsequently evolving to adapt to an environment in which strength and intellect are no longer advantageous to survival.

One of my favorite commentators picks up the comparison here.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Love Our Lurkers Day

Here we are again. This the 10th year OBB has participated in LOL.

LOL is supposed to be about encouraging lurkers to make comments. Blogs are best when interactive. We really enjoy knowing what you are thinking. Your thoughts often give us an idea for another post.

So yes, comments are welcome, BUT, I only comment when a post is well done, original, titillating, etc. If my readers have the same behavior, then OBB is not always original, or titillating. We do try. And we feel OBB is different from most spanking blogs. Not the best, but different.

Comments are down in the last two months. While readership is up. The Saturday posts are the most popular. Go figure. Bless you, Erica. You got Saturday posts started.

It would be a gift to us for you to comment on some posts we make during the coming year.

Here is our gift you today.

Three things that once gone never come back: Time, Words, Opportunity.

Three things that will destroy a person: Anger, Pride, Unforgiveness.

Three things that you should never lose: Hope, Peace, Honesty.

Three things that are most valuable: Love, Family and Friends, Kindness.

One more small gift, I added another spanking game. If you get bored and have some free time, read it from the sidebar Spanking Game.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


I have always enjoyed paddling a woman wearing jeans. Sure paddling panties and bare bottoms are most enjoyable, but I like jeans for a change. The crack the paddle makes on jeans is louder.

Venom in Denim

Looks Like She Found The Perfect Fit

Bacall got new jeans. We are breaking them in.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Alpha vs Beta Males

Because I like to be paddled, I find myself visiting some spanking websites that are oriented to submissive (Beta) males. Most are fine. Some them make me want to gag. Because I like to be paddled, it's easy for others to assume I am submissive.

I saw this graphic the other day and I think it explains the differences in men pretty well.

I note there are things that Alpha males exhibit that are crucial to making it as a Navy SEAL. Such as being a consistent, no excuses winner and the ability to process discomfort.

Alpha's cooperate with women. They never think of women as bitches. Alpha's are never office back-stabbers. You can take it to the bank that a guy that does that is insecure and feels he must eliminate what he sees as competition.

You can see the many contrasts for yourself. I don't care to write a book on the subject. I just bring it up to say that just because a man likes a hot bottom, it does not necessarily follow that he is submissive.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Islam Gave Us The Civil War

It's Veterans Day in the States. The day I put on a cap I only wear once a year. We will participate in the local event and then have dinner with our daughter and her husband at a Cajun restaurant.

Last week's post on where slaves were sold found some interest. Today, I will comment on the supply side.

My view of Islam is that it was started by a guy who dreamed of being someone. He accomplished his goal by either good tactics or blind luck, but he did conquer other tribes and steal enough booty and enslave enough folks to keep his fellow thieves happy and loyal to him. He was able to recruit more into his fold with each successful conquest. If a battle went against him, he would claim that they lost because they had lost their faith in Allah.

Now if I went up on a mountain and came down telling folks what Allah had revealed to me, you would place no credence in it. Mohammed had the charisma to pull it off, but that does not make it true.

So I say that Islam is based on conquest, thievery, and slavery and it was spread throughout the Mediterranean world by more conquest, thievery, and slavery.

While slavery was not unique to Islam, it was the followers of the Islam faith that brought it to the places they conquered. Don’t believe in Allah? Then you are our slave.

So just who were the folks enslaving blacks and selling them to whites? The ones who say Allahu Akbar just before cutting off your head. The same ones who were grabbing Europeans in the 1700’s and ransoming them. The same ones that Jefferson refused to pay tribute to, then known as the Barbary Pirates.

I say it was the followers of Islam that made slavery possible in North and South America. It was the followers of Islam who raided villages all over western Africa to capture humans that were sold to the redneck English who settled the southern states. The rednecks who had little, took care of nothing and made their living off the sweat of other humans and dreamed of being the equals of titled English. It was the combination of Islam and the dregs of the English that made the Civil War.


Just for Saturday readers. A song that will never be released, as Jimmy Page is very rigid about anyone else recording Led Zepplin music. Here's Robert Plant and Alison Kraus performing a bluesy haunting rendition of Black Dog.