New balls please.

The football is OK but I am not really that interested in sitting around watching it on TV.










Tennis is another matter altogether. All those skirts and white pants or blue ones maybe.

Can't wait for next week on the lawn tennis courts.

Fit for Friday - week 2

I have been trying hard at Fitness this last week.





3 circuits at the gym and one long walk of 4 km.










I am about 4 lbs lighter. I had to buy some electric scales to get the sensitivity of what appears to be only small weight losses.

I am eating less so that's a good thing. The drink is another matter but hey, one thing at a time.

Anyway, I am  feeling better about myself so I had better keep it up.

Wednesday worship

I wonder  what the oil can is all about?

Health and efficiency in self-pleasure

It seems a long time ago now but I remember when this magazine was one of the very few sources of nudity for young boys who had  over excitable cocks which needed a lot of stroking.

The pictures inside eventually came in colour and looked a lot like this but with airbrushed
foo foos,which were much less trimmed in those days. 

For some weird reason magazines could not show pubic hair?



Then came  the newer men's magazines and women like this were included nude to double the excitement levels of teenage boys.






 Somewhat fantastically, the internet came along and jolly girls like this started to appear at the click of a mouse.




Spanking magazines have undergone a similar journey.

I would have considered myself  lucky if I found something like this to wank over at age eighteen.



Colour photos, rulers, canes and green or blue schoolgirl knickers followed around 1976





If you lived in London you might find a newsagent with the occasional USA magazine.



Once the internet got started there was a surplus of spanking images.






Somehow it's a lot more difficult lying on your bed trying to hold a laptop in your left hand and your cock in your right. It was a lot easier holding a magazine. I even learned how to flick to the next page  with the little finger of my left hand.





Have a good Tuesday whatever you do.

Sunday Spanklet - Shower tales

I was taking a shower in the men's room after a longish session in the gym. I was facing the wall and soaping and did not hear the guy behind me approach and start up the shower next to me.

Nice marks, he commented when I turned my head to look across . His hand reached across and lightly tapped the side of my bottom, I blushed. I had forgotten my visit to the disciplinarian earlier in the week.

Professional, he asked, or a girlfriend?

Professional, I replied, not knowing how to stop this conversation. I wasn't used to talking to men in the shower. This man was tall and would have been in his early fifties and still had a strong muscular body.. I caught a glimpse of his cock and he was fairly well endowed.

He carried on looking at my bottom and  told me that he had guessed as much from the nicely spaced out lines across my cheeks.

How much did you pay? he enquired like he was asking the price of a haircut.

I instinctively responded, as if he held some sort of authority over me..

A hundred and twenty.


I turned off the water and with a nod of my head at him I made my way back into the changing room, trying to hide a growing erection,  just a little bit excited and proud of my my marks.

I was in my pants and negotiating the buttons on my shirt when the man reappeared. He opened his locker and started to dry himself. When I was dressed and ready to leave I turned to say goodbye in a friendly fashion. He passed me a business card which he must have had gotten ready for this moment.

Give me a call sometime if you don't want to pay for it, he said in a cheery fashion. That's my number.. I'd be happy to oblige.

I took the card and found myself blushing again.

A few days later I came across the card in my wallet. I turned it over and over and then rang the number.

After an awkward introduction, in which I said I was the guy from the gym and he said he was glad I called and  he asked me round to his house. That was how I ended up standing next to a chair in his sitting room, bare from the waist down with my hands on my head, whilst he was upstairs fetching a cane.

He had just given me the spanking of my life with his large firm hand whilst I was over his knee and I was glowing and fully erect with excitement and fear.

I heard a door open and close and thought it must be him returning, so I was startled when I  heard a female voice behind me .

So what have we here. another of Dad's friends? Ah well, boys will be boys I suppose.

I squirmed with embarassment and dropped my hands to cover myself.

I'll just get my jacket which I left here the other  night. Nice butt by the way. Which way do you play?

Straight, I said, ....mostly.

Ooh. Even better. I look forward to seeing you again.

As the woman turned to leave the room her father came in swishing a long cane. He looked surprised and more than a little annoyed to see his daughter, when he had a half naked younger man in his sitting room.

Ouch. That's the sore one, she said. You will remember this caning I bet.  I must have been nineteen  I think when I last got six with that cane for smoking dope.

She slapped my bottom when she skipped out of the room.

Have fun, boys. Don't be too hard on him Dad. I really do like that butt.

Fit for Friday - my week 1

When I enquired about FFF at Fondlers Anonymous  Fondles  kindly said I might join the Fit For Friday gang if I wished.

I have just started a campaign of weight loss and fitness so here goes with my week 1 report.

I signed up for a circuit refresher at the gym and they gave me a new routine.

I have not been there for a long time.

One full circuit is now 30 minutes on 8 pieces of equipment.  This has to be done 3 times a week 

So far I have done two days of circuits.

I am eating less but there is a long way to go.

I probably need some encouragement. from the gym instructor.

Leave that mobile phone alone

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Nothing ever happens on a Sunday- maybe, maybe not?

Back home from the holiday. All unpacked. Washing machine on. Wife asleep right now.

Woke up this morning feeling like I need something to happen..

Have a good Sunday

Whisper

The cane zips crisply into
a red line shining on peach skin
as soft as his whispered cry

Tuesday thought

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the
 present moment. “

Buddha

This phrase is what I focus on when I am bent over and about to receive the  cane.

It works and each cane stroke becomes a single event to be enjoyed.

Something like the caning in this video would be nice.  Mistress gives cane strokes