Monday, July 25, 2011

New Paddles!

I purchased these three paddles from a wonderful seller on ebay. Each paddle is individually handcrafted from various hardwoods. Their size and weight make them perfect for OTK play.

First up is the teardrop paddle. The paddle blade measures 5” long by 2 7/8” wide and ½” thick. The overall length is 12 1/4”. 

The paddle is comprised of two types of wood: South American Marblewood (body) and Brazilian Yellowheart (handle). This paddle is by far my favorite of the three. The grain is beautiful, and the color is a very vibrant yellow. In addition, it is very solid and dense. It is also the most perfectly balanced paddle I've ever owned. Definitely a bottom-burner. 

Next is the hairbrush paddle. The blade is 5 1/2” long by 3” wide and 3/8” thick. The overall length is 12”. The entire paddle is crafted out of North American Poplar. Poplar is a very strong but light hardwood.

At 3/8" thickness, the effect of the paddle is more like a wooden spoon than a hairbrush. Still, this paddle is capable of giving a serious spanking.

The last paddle measures 10 3/8” long. The paddle blade is 4 1/2” long by 3” wide and 3/8” thick. It is crafted out of Zebrawood from Central Africa. The thin rectangle blade provides a good amount of sting without much thud.

I love the finish on these paddles. Each one is treated with several coats of high-gloss polyurethane. The result is a smooth glass-like surface which, in theory, should make these paddles much more stingy than your average wood paddle.

Friday, July 22, 2011


**This is an excerpt from a journal entry dated 10/14/2009. It was my first interaction with Erin's friend, Brittany. Brittany had just gone through a messy break up with her fiance. She had been feeling guilty over the situation and felt a spanking would help her.

She stands before me. Her hands are clasped in front of her as she chews her lip in anticipation.
“Do you remember your safe-word?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“Good. Now lower your jeans.”

She does. I grab her wrist and pull her over my knee. I place the palm of my hand gently on her left cheek. She clenches at my touch.
“Relax.” I tell her.

I start lightly, alternating between her cheeks. She is silent and still across my knee. After a few minutes I spank her a little harder. The skin on her bottom is starting to warm. I continue with her spanking, and soon she is writhing softly on my lap.

Her behind is a deep shade of pink. I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pull them down, just above her knees. She shudders nervously. I run my hand lightly over her skin as I instruct her to breathe deeply. I remind her that she asked for this, and that she wants this.

She jumps at the sound of my hand cracking against her bare bottom.
“Ouch.” She says quietly.
I give her behind another stout smack.
I increase the tempo, alternating rapidly between cheeks. She tries to squirm away. I place my left hand firmly on the small of her back and hold her in place.
Her head dangles down toward the ground. She is perspiring and beginning to breathe short, shallow breaths. I pause. I don't want to, but I stop. She needs a moment to catch her breath.

Her breathing begins to slow. I spank her with light, sharp slaps. I work my way up and down her butt, pausing to rub her raw bottom between strikes.
I let go a barrage of rapid, hard smacks. She begins to thrash wildly, but I do not let up.
“Stop.” She says.
Not the safe-word. I continue.
“Please stop. Ahh, okay!”
She tries to cover her bottom with her hand, but I pin it behind her. She grunts and writhes ungraciously on my lap.
“You asked for this.” I remind her.
“I know, but it hurts.”
“You wanted it to hurt.”
I spank her harder.
“Ow!” She squeals. “Enough!”
She still does not say the safe-word. I concentrate on a spot on her left cheek.
“Please! Ow! That hurts!”
I strike her left cheek again and again.
“Pleeeeeeease!” She sniffles.
And with that she begins to cry.

She lays over my knee, sobbing. She sobs and she cries and she lets it all out. I run my hand gently over her back. I tell her she's a good person. I tell her it will all be okay.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


My interest in spanking started a couple years ago when I dated a spanko. At least that's what I thought until last night. I was mindlessly flipping through the channels on TV when I came across a show starring Dana Delany. And that reminded me of something...

I was about thirteen years old, sifting through the VHS tapes at the local video store when I came across a movie called Live Nude Girls. Of course I had to get it. The title alone made it sound worthy of the two dollar rental fee.
It turned out there weren't many nude girls in the movie (if any). However there was something else that I found quite interesting. I'm referring of course to the spanking scene portrayed by Dana Delany. In the film her character describes a fantasy in which she is married to the son of a mafia Don. She is caught cheating on her husband, so the Don decides she “must be punished.” She is marched into the boss' office and presented before him. The Don proceeds to bend her over his desk and raise her skirt. He tucks his cigar into her garter before slowly lowering her panties. Then, in front of all his goons and his son, the Don spanks his daughter-in-law.

I must have watched that scene at least twenty times. A grown woman submitting to discipline in front of a group of men. Her panties pulled down just below her cheeks. Her bare bottom twitching under each swat. The look of excitement and ecstasy on her face. Everything about it worked for me, and I rewound the tape over and over...

Thinking about that scene brought out all those same feelings that run through me during a spanking. That was my first introduction to spanking, and I didn't even realize it until last night.

Monday, July 18, 2011


I'll be adding some new stuff later in the week. I have several new implements on the way that I plan on doing reviews for. In addition I'll be posting some of my old journal entries about my adventures in spanking.

So sit tight, more is coming soon!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Why is spanking taboo?

I've seen numerous surveys which indicate that a high percentage of women are interested in spanking. Most of these surveys come from magazines like Cosmopolitan. They poll their readers anonymously and always come up with the same results: women want to be overpowered by a strong man. I'm sure the reverse is true for men. I'd have to admit that physically dominating a woman in a positive way does give me a rush that I cannot quite explain. It probably goes back to some primitive instinct that's still unconsciously with us.
This could connect with our childhood notions of spanking. The weaker child is overpowered by the stronger authority figure (I'm only talking about discipline here—not child abuse). The authority figure demonstrates that s/he cares for the child by administering discipline.

Okay, cool. I can understand all that.

Let's assume these surveys are true and a high percentage of women like to be spanked. And I think it's fair to assume that men enjoy feeling powerful, especially around women. Spanking seems like the perfect answer. So why aren't there more spankos out there?

Perhaps it's just me, but it really seems like there are few people who are truly into spanking. I know more than a few women and men who openly admit they have fetishes. However they're all into bdsm—all of them. I have far more 'vanilla' types who would never admit to having any fetishes. These are the people who read Cosmopolitan. So what's going on here? Do I only know the people who answer “no” to these spanking surveys? Or do they not want to admit they enjoy a good spanking?

Perhaps it's our culture today. The civil rights movement propelled us forward to a new era. Women are no longer subservient to men—they are equal (at least they're supposed to be, but that's another topic of discussion). Men are in a different age as well. We're no longer the brutes that we we were in the past. Striking a woman is wrong, and men who do so are scorned by society.
This is the now the norm. Women are respected equals, and men do not hit women. Anyone who goes against this norm is a deviant, a weirdo. Of course this is a good thing. Women should be equal to men in every respect. Men should never hit women. Women should never hit me. Violence isn't a good thing. These are the standards of society. I think it's with these same standards that our society views spanking. That is quite saddening to me since that couldn't be further from the truth.

Spanking is not equal to violence. Yes, it causes pain—but there's nothing wrong with pain in this respect. We are physical creatures, and pain is just another part of the physical experience.
Spanking is a positive way of administering discipline. It creates a strong emotional bond between spanker and spankee. It's a way to show someone they're cared for. It's a way to help them let go and reach a state of physical serenity. Is that really a bad thing?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I had a new girl over my knee last night

**This is actually from the 5th. I wanted to post it yesterday, but I didn't get the chance.

I've been seeing this girl for a few weeks. Things have been going well. So well that when she asked me what sort of kinky stuff I'm into, I didn't hesitate to tell her. She seemed interested, and said she enjoyed some spanking every now and then. So we gave it a shot. 

We were about three minutes in when she called it quits. I hadn't been spanking her hard, at least what I'd consider hard. It was the warmup, and our first time, so I kept it light and playful. I guess she just wasn't into it. 

I have to admit I was bummed when she wanted to stop. It wasn't because she's beautiful, funny, or because I like her (all of which are true). It wasn't because she has an extremely spank-able bottom either (also true). There was something else bothering me, something that I'm very sad to admit....
That was the most spanking I've done since January.

January fifteenth to be exact. That was the last time I spanked Erin. We broke up five weeks after that.
Erin was my first. She introduced me to the spanking world, and for that I'll be forever grateful.
She was also my only connection to the spanking world. All the spank-mates I knew, I knew through her . And when she left, they left with her.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I was bored last night

So I made this.

It was a belt. Now it's my first real strap. I own another leather strap that I bought off eBay, but it's cheap and too light for anything other than a warmup.

It's 18 inches long and 1.5 inches wide. The leather was a bit stiff, so I soaked in in neatsfoot oil. Now it's soft and very supple.

Oh and if you were wondering...

...that is a Jesus fish. A friend gave it to me years ago. It was a nice gesture, but I'm not a Christian. At least this way I'll finally get some use out of it.

Now I just need to try it out.