More naughtiness in panties

Victoria Vista over at Sexual Destinies reminded me that I had not slipped into or been ordered to wear any of my knickers (panties) in recent weeks.

So I set off to work last Friday  in one of the pairs of knickers that have a control band at the front and a thong at the rear. Boy, are they tight. 



They gave me a full day of discomfort at meetings. I dropped in a the health club on the way home and had a fun time keeping myself covered up whilst changing into swimming gear. I should like to be discovered in my panties by one of the female staff but it's not going to happen. 

I wore panties for the next three days and since I am responsible for all the laundry in the house it is not difficult to keep my knicker wearing a secret. But then on Tuesday I messed up and placed one of my black full knickers in my wife's drawer instead of at the back of my wardrobe.They are just an every day cotton pair with a bit of lace round the hem so they did not stand out from the other pairs. 

Yesterday whilst I was making breakfast my wife came down dressed for work and waved the kinickers in front of  me.

"Yours I believe, since they are size 16."

" Yes ma'am. "I   instantly knew what mistake I had made.

"Turn round and bend over the sink"

I was not going to work that day so I was in cargo shorts.As I leaned forward I had my fingers crossed that she would leave them on. 

She flipped the knickers over my head and told me what a silly boy I looked and then undid the button on my shorts and yanked them down.

"Oh my goodness. More girlie knickers," she exclaimed.











Sorry Ma'am." I mumbled from underneath the hood of the  cotton gusset which was over my nose and mouth.

"Sorry you're wearing them or sorry I caught you?" 

I stayed quiet.

" I was going to spank you but that isn't enough now . Pull your pants up and get on with breakfast. I will cane you hard when I have more time."

As she left for work she told me to get out of the panties and make a good job of cleaning the house. She would deal with me later.

Full on or not

Summer sun continues in the UK (makes a change)



Recently Bogey over at Our Bottoms Burn mentioned that he was not a fan of images on spanking blogs which displayed either female or male genitalia in full close up view and I have to agree with him.

Without the touch up this next image would have been XXX

I prefer to see open leg shots from a short distance.

If the spankee is captured in a close up then a pair of panties on the crotch or a thong on the prick are more stimulating and permit more concentration on the spanked bottom.

Penis spanking and pussy whipping are both appealing to me, though perhaps not to all my blog readers, so I sometimes break my own conventions but only do so in smaller reduced images, unless again the view is at a slight distance.

It is interesting to me that drawings of genitals are much less off putting and I think that close ups in line drawings are pretty erotic. Maybe the fact that it is a representation which you see, rather than an actual vagina or cock, means that you visualize  what you want in your own head instead of  having it presented on a plate so to speak.

Here are a couple of fantasies which might not be so easy on the eye if they were colour fotos.

We've come a long way in a short time.

It will be hard for anyone under 20 to believe it now, when you can key any combination of words about sex and your kink into an internet search  and be drenched in images within seconds, but when I was in puberty and beginning a long acquaintance with my stiff prick, I had to find my erotic jollies in more mundane paper-based publications.

The shopping catalogues offered the best opportunity for exciting brain stimuli and they probably left me with a deep rooted interest in ladies lingerie.

Even dressing gowns and nighties in a womens magazine, could help get a young boy going and feed the neurons with sexy thoughts and raise the appendage.

A couple of years into my mid-teens  I became aware of Mayfair and Penthouse at the barbers and looked eagerly for the sort of photo shot that I liked best, bare bottoms, short skirts and the odd reader’s letter talking about spanking.

What a sea change in availability of spanking material in the last 30 years?

These days youngsters have it too easy nowadays, that's what I think!

Can you imagine finding all of this at the click of a button in 1970.

Sunday Spanklet - Parting can be for the best

Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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The house seemed strangely empty when Nicholas got home from work. The note in the kitchen was puzzling.

"Dearest Nick, I have left and taken my things. I don't get your weird stuff and it is probably best that we each go our own way. Maybe you should see someone. It's not normal, what you want to do. I think you are a great guy but I don't dig what you want. I told Ginny about it and she said I should just leave now before I get in too deep. I'm going back home to Texas to study again.  I think you're a great guy like I said, so take care and have a happy life

Love and kisses Tracey."

PS,the double bed is mine but you can pay me for it. It is too heavy to shift out and you might have happy memories of what happened on top of it. 

So that  was that. 

Eighteen months of a relationship down the tubes. Nick mooched about for the rest of the evening, looking in the cupboards and wardrobes where Tracey had kept her clothes, but which were now empty. Her presence was gone. 

The next morning he woke up in a better frame of mind and thought that maybe he had just been given his life back. On the way to work Nick started to look at the girls in the street and in the underground in a new way.There were fresh opportunities in the world and he felt good about his future as a single man, at least for awhile. He spent quite a few nights with a bottle of wine and his laptop, searching out his passion in cyber space and enjoying his freedom. 

The next Sunday he answered a call on his cell phone.

"Where are you?"  the female voice asked.

"Who is this?"

"It's Ginny and i repeat where are you? It sounds noisy."

"I  am in the pub." Nicholas was little annoyed annoyed by the question.

"Well go home now . I  am coming round to visit."

"What, why, who the hell are you are to say what I'm doing.?"

"Ginny knows best and you are obviously having too much to drink there. Now do as I say and I will be there in twenty minutes."

Being told what to do by this friend of Tracey's was a bit weird but Nick felt aroused by the tone of her voice, so he finished his pint and said goodbye to the other regulars at the bar and made his way home. What did he have to lose and at least he would have some female company.

He had a few minutes to tidy the cushions on the sofa and put the kitchen dishes in the dishwasher before  the front doorbell rang.

He remembered Ginny as a very attractive young woman and now ,standing at the door in front of him, he had to say that she looked terrific. Hair tied back , skinny top and jeans which showed her midriff. She was definitely worth leaving the pub for.

In the sitting room he offered her a drink.

"Maybe later. Sit down Nick.I have something to say"

He did as he was told. Ginny remained standing.

"I'm all ears," he quipped.

"I need a space to live in Nick. I have just had to quit my apartment because my friend can't keep up with her rent and I don't want to find someone else. i thought maybe I could share with you?"

Nick was more than surprised. He didn't need the money to help pay the mortgage on his house and he hadn't considered renting a room.

Ginny moved a little closer towards him.

"Do you think that's naughty of me, suggesting I move in when Tracey has only just moved out."

Nick was suddenly alert. That word "naughty "set off a nerve tingling stimulus in his brain and in his crotch.

"Well maybe, yes. It's certainly out of the blue."

"So what happens to naughty girls Nick?"

He swallowed and his mind went into overdrive. 

"They get spanked, usually."

"I thought so Nick. So maybe you should do that. I heard that it floats your boat, as they say."

Ginny stepped a closer, thrusting her hips out towards him.

Reaching forward in a dreamlike daze Nick took hold of her belt buckle and pulled her closer still. Slowly he undid the leather belt and popped open the waist button and zip. As he pulled at her jeans Ginny wriggled to help loosen the tight denim fabric..

"Oh sir. Please don't spank me sir."

Nick looked up into her eyes. "You have to be spanked if your naughty."

"Not on the bare bottom sir!"

"Yes, I saidon the bare.Now be quiet. "

The jeans were around  Ginny's ankles and he took hold of the white panties she was wearing and began to slide them down over he soft suntanned thighs. There was only the smallest patch of trimmed hair covering her pubes.

"Oh sir please don't spank me hard."

"It's what you deserve young lady. Now get over my knee."

 Nick too hold of her left wrist and pulled Ginny over lap. She opened her thighs in an inviting fashion and settled over his lap with one thigh between his legs and one over his right knee.
As he landed the first slap on her white cheek she squealed but invited more attention by opening her legs even further.

Ten spanks later and Nick paused  with his hand resting on a pink spot of soft skin.

Insted of the wriggling around and verbal complaints  which Tracey might have been uttering by now during a light spanking  Ginny was calm and still over his lap and she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

"Harder," she said. "Spank me harder than that.". 

Nicolas needed no second invitation and began to whack his open hand rapidly over each cheek in turn.

After five minutes or so during which  the poor girl's bottom become  red and the slightly purple in places, Nicholas stopped the spanking. Ginny lay prostrate over his lap.

"Damn. that was good . i knew you would be a hard spanker when Tracey told me about your kink." So can I stay?"

Nick ran his had gently over the hot cheeks in front of him and eased his erection in his trousers with the other hand

"!'ll have to think about it," he said after a long thoughtful pause.

Ginny rolled off his lap and stood up, removing the crumpled  jeans and knickers from around her her ankles. 

"Well,while you think about it I will get my hairbrush from my bag and you can start taking your pants off and be quick about it."




Nick jumped to his feet. Was he dreaming?

.He watched the  cute bare bottom glow under the white tank top as the long slim legs moved slowly across the room.






"If I  am going to live here then  the spankings are two-way Nick, so you'd better get used to that idea."

Just a quickie

Just a speedy blog post about Just a Quickie.

We were both at home yesterday afternoon and the weather was hot. We had a snack lunch in the garden and I suggested that  we went up to the bedroom after I had done the washing up. My wife said, no, she had things to do. I looked disappointed  but accepted her rebuttal.

When I was stood at the sink clearing up she appeared back in the kitchen and said she had changed her mind. Turning around to face her she was totally nude and holding the carpet beater from the hook in the cupboard under the stairs.

She handed me the beater and then bent over in the kitchen.

"You can give me six of the best and then we go upstairs."

I did not look a gift horse in the mouth and gave her six gentle taps. She said I was being a wimp which was unlike her. I gave her six harder swats and she said that was enough and it was my turn.



I asked if we should go upstairs so I could wash. She agreed but told me to be quick. Following her cute naked body, with a slightly pink bottom, up the stairs I went to shower in the bathroom. Back in the bedroom I found her holding the carpet beater. I bent over the bed and she swatted me hard about twenty times. The beater is too broad to hurt much so I found it difficult to give the impression I was in any pain.

My wife went off and came back with the bath-brush. With this implement swinging freely, like an underhand tennis stroke,  the beating she gave me was a scorcher.

When she was done with the spanking and I was "ouching"  she stood with one foot on the  bed and pointed between her legs.

I went down on my knees quickly and licked her enthusiastically.

Falling back on the bed she commented that I didn't seem very excited.




I said it was an age thing. I was keen to fuck in my head but the reality of a suitably hard prick was not showing through. I offered to make her come and I got behind her to offer a rimming and a clit lick..






When she was fully serviced we lay side by side on the bed enjoying the sun streaming through the window. It reminded me of days gone by when we were in our twenties and spent much longer in bed than we do now.

My wife tried to tease some life into my erection but it wasn't playing. I left her to doze whilst I got on with some work. She suggested that I take a magic pill later that evening and have some fun with my prick if I wanted. So we did and it worked.

Down boy

I arrived home last week on Wednesday afternoon,after two nights away on work projects. I set about the laundry which my wife had left near the machine. I put on the first load and hand washed my her delicate knickers  and then went upstairs.

 The long whippy cane on the bed was a a bit of a shock but the when I saw the credit card bill next to it, with the extra charge that month for non-payment on time I worked out what might be coming my way. The note on the bottom of the bill confirmed that my wife would be home  at 6.30 from her exercise class and i should be ready. 

I thought that my previous wooden spoon spanking had cancelled out this mistake of mine but it seems that the arrival of the statement had reminded her all over again.

I spent an hour or so doing chores and started a second load of washing, then I had a shower and put on some pants and placed myself in the corner. I was staring at the wall when my wife arrived back and came into the bedroom. She did not speak to me and the next shock was a stinging stroke of the cane across the backs of my legs.

She pulled me into the center of the room and I admired her trim figure in the tight gym clothes.

"Get into this position." 

My wife bent herself gracefully and adopted the "downward dog "yoga stance.

This was not so graceful when I tried and I ended up on all fours before pushing myself up into an awkward angle. I strained my arms and legs to stay in position and then the caning started. 





The problem with the whippy cane is that it feels great across my bottom but the last 6 inches or so can whip and curl over the flank of my bottom and this stings like crazy. 

I took about 12 strokes before it became downright painful on the side of my bottom.

"I think you're enjoying this too much."  

My wife was half-right but still, I didn't think I could hold the position for much longer. 

The cane began to land on the bare skin of my legs  below the line of my pants.This was tough but actually wasn't that sore and I started to get in the zone of submissive pain.

She moved up and down with her aim and the cane strokes on my ass were actually quite pleasant, provided that  I ignored the side swipes.

"Get on your knees again and roll on to your back."

I did as instructed.

She leaned over me and pulled off my pants. I helped by tilting my legs in the air. 


I had no erection at that point but as I watched her in the tight lycra leggings there was a stirring in my loins.

"Now lets try the Bridge. Put your arms by your side, arch your back and go up onto your shoulders."

I lifted my body as she had said.

"Keep going and reach for your ankles."

 This was not going to happen but I  managed to grab my lower calves as my waist lifted higher into the air.





" Is that the best you can do?"

"Yes m'am."

"Well spread your knees apart then. You're not in very good shape are you?"

"No ma'am"

I was totally exposed by now and my prick had started to wave around enjoying the  erotic feel of fresh air  in front her.

She stood over my head and zipped the cane aggressively by her side. With a fast stroke she hit the inside of my right thigh and then with barely a pause she caned my left leg. I nearly dropped back down but gripped my legs tighter and pushed up against the floor to make my naked torso more accessible. 

Seeing me seemingly invite her to whip me harder  she whizzed the cane across my prick ad I groaned with pleasure.

This was heaven for me . In a slow random pattern she caned my legs, then my balls and my prick and I cried out "Yes ma'am , sorry ma'am , cane me ma'am."

The lacing went on for quite a few minutes and I still could have had more. Staring up at her tight elastic covered crotch whilst the cane delivered the agony  was simply an ecstatic joy.

My wife  eventually put the rod down and I lowered my body to the  ground.

"Thank you ma'am. " I muttered as the residual pain of the strokes and the fantasy look of her tight ass of her flooded my body and my brain.

"That wasn't meant that much of a pleasure. I will have to think of something else. You enjoy these scenes too much. Get on with dinner whilst I have a shower and think of how to punish you."

I dressed quickly. She handed me her sweaty gym clothes and I rushed off to give them a hand-wash. She is a joy these days.

Of course we all know that ladies are much more supple and I would love to have my wife in this position awaiting the strap, but it is not going to happen in our household

Spanking thoughts

It has been one of those sort of spanko thought filled kind of couple of days.

 First off, we were invited to watch the big game of football on Sunday night, with a group of people that my wife knows vaguely but who I have never met. I was kind of reluctant to go and when I looked grumpy I was cautioned to get my act together and be good company. As it turned out I should have been keener to go.

The household where the gathering was held was mad keen on horses and everywhere I turned there were photographs of young horsewomen in jodhpurs, with whips in their hands, looking attractive with a steed at their side. 

The downstairs loo of the house was accessed through a cloakroom in which an assortment of whips hung on hooks. They were kept correctly in horizontal fashion. I took the liberty of swishing myself on the backside on the two occasions I visited the loo. Even my wife commented on the way home that the house contained a lot of whips, so I just said yes, in a hopeful sort of voice.

Then on Monday I made my way across country to a meeting and got to my hotel early in the afternoon, because the business was finished at 3 .

Once settled in the bar with a drink I admired a splendid filly in a black top and stripey leggings. Her bottom was gorgeous and I spent too long admiring it from over my laptop.

The vertical stripes got me thinking of how useful horizontally striped leggings would be when engaged in caning a young ladies bottom. The pattern would provide a splendid aiming strategy, one black, one white, one black, one white and so on, for each stroke.

The same could be useful for my wife when aiming the cane on my own bottom. I might look into buying a pair of these pants.

Not that I look like this any more 

Shortly after the girl in stripey leggings left the bar, in-walked a deliciously stern looking woman in a short dress. Thank goodness for summer. She provided me with a short fantasy for later that night when I was on my own and could envisage a business meeting where my shortcomings in contract negotiation are discovered and a punishment is meted out.

And then once in my bedroom and on the naughty blogs I have discovered that Amelia Rutherford might be posting again.

 She is a spanker's delight and whether receiving or giving I am her adoring fan. 

What chance meeting a spanko like her for real?

Big Bikini Pants

A Sunday Magazine (the one that Ronnie likes so much) had a review of bikinis and the prominent style was of big pants (high waist) bikini bottoms.

It is probably an age thing, but I do like this style of swimwear and I was excited when my wife bought a big pant bikini set for a recent holiday. She has a great figure and a lovely ass and this is one time when I can take long hard look at a bikini bottom without getting into trouble, because it belongs to her.

I suppose I like the style so much because it is reminiscent of those blue gym pants that girls of my generation still wore on the hockey pitch and which went on to feed my spanko addiction over the years with Janus.










That's not to say that I would ignore this swimwear 
but I would have to take it from behind my sunglasses on the beach.

The other nice thing about coming back from the beach, all hot and sticky, is to shower in cold water and then getting your bottom spanked for oogling the girls.

Don't care? I do now after that spoon

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing”

“Yes you did. You said something about not caring"

“Well maybe, anyway it isn’t important.” .

“I seem to remember that, Don’t care was Made to care, wasn’t he? That’s how Nanny taught him a lesson in life.”

“Oh come on, I only said it because you were hassling me.”

“Well in that case what I am about do will just be more hassle for you. Drop your trousers!”

I looked at her and saw she meant business. I got up from the table where we had been having our supper and slowly I undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor. I got a bit stiff inside my pants and adjusted myself

“Leave that alone and go to the island and then bend over with your arms flat on the top. “

Looking foolish no doubt, I shuffled into position with my trousers flapping around my ankles. I watched her move from the table to the worktop, nervous but excited at the same time, as she made her way across the room and then I heard, rather than saw, the wooden spoon being taken out of the utility jar with a rattle. I was curious as to which one it might be but I knew in my heart that she would select the large jam spoon. Sixteen inches long with a very round end.

“Take off your shoes and get rid of that tangle round your feet.”

Hopping from one foot to the other I slipped off my deck shoes and chinos and stretched out across the cool granite top. Because it was summer (or supposed to be at any rate) I was without socks, so I went up on to my barefoot toes, haunches stretched in the way she likes my bottom to be presented.

Slowly she ran the tip off the spoon across my tight cheeks and in between my legs. I shivered with anticipation. Then she raised her arm and struck.

“So now, whack, you are, whack, going to, whack, care aren’t you? whack”

“Yes. Ouch that hurts.”

“It will hurt a lot more before I’m finished so take it quietly and learn your lesson, just like the naughty boy you are. I am going to spank you very hard.”

I always get aroused when she uses words like naughty and spank hard. I just can’t help it and my prick popped its head above the elastic of the pants.

“Uugh. More naughtiness. Nanny will just have to punish you for that as well.”

“I didn't mean for it to happen.I am sorry. “ I tried to push the offending item back in its pouch but it wouldn't budge."

“You will be.”

The spoon stung the tops of my kegs and my wife laid it on with a flurry of spanks that got right to the heart of the matter and the pain penetrated  to the center of my bottom cheeks. The pants gave no protection whatsoever and any way she never removes them in the kitchen for hygiene reasons.

After maybe thirty sharp spanks I begged her to stop, and repeated that I was sorry.

“Don’t be ridiculous I am not stopping till I’m good and ready.”

She spanked me lower down my bare legs in a steady pattern, one two one tow on each leg. Then the spanks moved up and up and onto the side of each cheek.

I’m sorry Nanny, I’m sorry.” I yelped and wriggled. ”I really do care that I forgot to pay the credit card bill and I really do care that we will have to pay extra interest.

I don't know where all the nanny business came from - it just seemed appropriate since she had started off using it.

“Good ,” she said, dropping the spoon onto the table top. “Now stand up  and get on with the washing up.Stay just like you are and when you’re finished I will take you over her knee with the hairbrush.”

My wife stomped out if the room to watch the end of the tennis on TV and I coveted the feeling in my roasted butt. It was sore but I had deserved my spanking and I felt a rosy glow of a submissive. My head was clear after days of fuzziness and I still had a dose of hairbrush to come. You can learn a lot from a good Nanny.

Happy 4th of July

Happy Holidays











Hope you get to see some Stars with a sexy paddling 

before you give him his Stripes

and make him plead the 5th.