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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Fanny Paddle


A Spanking-Stick for ALL Family Occasions

Especially made:

For noisy GUESTS

And folks that CUSS

For swatting PESTS

And banned word that FUSS

For taming BRIDES

And winning WAGERS

For tanning HIDES

Of "smart" TEEN-AGERS

For stopping HIC-CUPS

Fights - and SPATS

For puddling PUPS

And careless CATS

For mice and ANTS

On picnic TRIPS

For paddling PANTS

When baby DRIPS

For wives at NIGHT

When hubby's LATE

For counting RIGHT

On a birthday DATE!


USE at Your Own Risk!

Hair brush Poem


The hair brush, bare skin, doth impart
The most atrocious sort of smart
You grovel full of dread suspense
Waiting for it to commence

And suddenly a loud report
Of a sharp and wicked sort
Sets twenty thousand nerve ends blazing
In a matter most amazing

While full of horrified surprise
The second Red Hot Spank arrives
And one more awful tender spot
Is indescribably Hot

Your mind in panic and despair
Is sure it's more than you can bear
But you can very safely bet
You simply ain't felt nothing yet

Oodles more will be applied
Before Justice is satisfied
Smack, smack, smack and each well freighted
With punish unmitigated

The first cruel smart will not subside
Until about eight are applied
And then an awful, awful lot
Of naughty skin is awful Hot

And you can howl, yell and entreat
But it is kept at frenzied heat
That busy paddle seems to know
If any spot has ceased to glow

And back there, you've just lots and lots
Of awful tender, wincing spots
And the brush will smack every one
Many times before its done

It's awful to get two or three
In very close proximity
It's awful to fell fresh ones smart
On places rather far apart

And stray on firmly muscled thighs
Provoke most horrible surprise
High up where not padded so well
They are maddening as hell

But this sad fact is very true
On thicker padded portions too
The meanest kind, of all the lot
Seems always the kind you just got

Oh smack, smack, smack, so very heated
Stinging, smarting and repeated

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From Mr. Magazine (April 1972)
Letters to the Editor

Dear Sir: I'm sending you a spanking
poem that I thought you might like to
print in the Dear MR. Column.
M.R.F., Missouri

Saturday, June 21, 2014

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Friday, June 20, 2014

Naughty Boy's Spanking Prayer

Oh Father, let me please 
Lay myself across your knees 

Bottom up and undies down 
So you can spank me hard and sound 

Spank my bottom hot and red 
So I'll remember what you said 

And keep forever in my mind 
The lessons learned on my behind

Monday, June 16, 2014

Bad Ass Weekend - Augusta, Georgia - October 16-19, 2014

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Sunday, June 15, 2014

A Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day

Excerpt from Connecting with dad through the world of sports

Excerpt from Connecting with dad through the world of sports

Dads were a bit removed and distant, it seemed. A father's job was to be the breadwinner and do what was necessary to provide food, a roof over the heads, electricity, etc. Mom took care of the kids, did the cooking and cleaning. Dad was in charge of outside. Mom was in charge of inside. Mom spanked you first, but you lived in dread of when dad came home, because that spanking would be much worse.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Spanking Brett Favre

Brett Favre revealed in his November 1997 Playboy Interview that he was spanked by his dad. Here is an excerpt from the interview:

Playboy: Did you dream about Super Bowls as a boy?

Favre: My brothers and I did. Sundays we'd watch pro football on TV, then go out and pretend we were Archie Manning or Roger Staubach. My dad was the high school football and baseball coach. We'd go see his teams play, and those guys were my heroes. I saw the catcher adjusting his cup, so I'd reach down and play with my balls, too. I tried chewing tobacco, since Dad and all his players did it. I got sicker than dog shit. My little brother, though -- that son of a b**** could chew and spit when he was three years old.

Playboy: Did your dad punish you for it?

Favre: He's a tough guy, Irvin Favre. He looks like Sergeant Carter on "Gomer Pyle." But he let us sow our wild oats a little. When I dipped tobacco and threw up he said, "That'll teach you."

Playboy: Is it true you never cried when he spanked you?

Favre: My dad would whip my ass with anything from a yardstick to a black rubber hose. I deserved it. Once I shot one of my brothers with a BB gun. Then I hit him on the head with a brick. I hit the other brother with a baseball bat. It hurt, getting whipped, but I wasn't a crier. I faked it. I didn't want more spanking, so I would fake crying when my dad tore up my ass. Then he'd go away and I would laugh.

[I had a link to the interview but it is no longer valid.  Apparently, you have to subscribe to iPlayboy to get access to the interviews.]

Spanking the Mannings - Peyton, Eli and Cooper

Excerpt from Growing Up A Manning in Athlon Sports:

Indeed, the success of the Manning clan is rooted in family. That’s where lessons are taught and values are learned. “Growing up Manning” was a combination of moral principles, physical gifts and academic and athletic opportunities — along with a healthy dose of old-fashioned discipline — that helped make the Manning boys who they are today, as athletes and as people.

The Manning boys are extensions of their parents. Archie was the authoritative disciplinarian. Olivia was the good cop, the quiet, steady conscience of the family. From an early age, they instilled in their boy en the principles of work ethic, discipline, ambition, modesty and family they learned from their parents in rural Mississippi.

The Norman Rockwell image of the Manning family is not entirely accurate, the Mannings insist. The boys were far from perfect — typical teenagers, really. They had fake IDs, went to the French Quarter and were grounded when they broke curfew.

“We got in trouble, we got grounded and we got spanked — a lot,” Cooper says. “We fought. We fight today. It’s not this utopia people think. We’re normal people.”

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Growing Up Colt: Spanking Colt McCoy (College and Pro Quarterback)

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Chapter 3:  Getting with the Family Program


We believed that God designed the family and that children thrived best in an atmosphere of genuine love, undergirded by reasonable, consistent discipline.

Debra and I believed in spanking. Both of us had grown up with parents who meted out corporal punishment when the occasion warranted.  “Spare the rod and spoil the child” was their guiding philosophy, and that became ours as Colt and the boys came along.

Now, did we look for reasons to spank Colt, just to make sure he learned discipline by the seat of the pants? Of course not. 

We carefully considered the times when a spanking was appropriate because we believed that, when properly applied, loving discipline works.

Debra and I always believed that on those occasions when we spanked Colt, we were drawn even closer to him – and he to us – because we comforted him in his tears.  When the spanking was over, we reminded him that we loved him and that we wanted him to grow up to become the best he could be.

We saw the benefits of loving discipline in Colt’s attitude.

Colt didn’t get a lot of whuppings.  The times we had to discipline him were few and became rarer as he grew older.

Looking back, Debra and I are glad we administered loving discipline early in Colt’s life because relatively speaking, we sailed through his teen years.

You see, I saw the results of a lack of parental discipline every day on the practice field. 

Players broke team rules and school rules, so they were disciplined.

The San Saba story is one reason I always felt discipline was important for my football teams and for Colt and his brothers.


On this spanking thing, Mom and Dad may say I didn’t get spanked that much, and they’re probably right.  But when you’re a kid, it sure doesn’t seem that way.  I can remember both parents popping me on the bottom with a bare hand, Mom spanking me with a wooden spoon, or Dad spanking em with a belt.  If we were outside, Dad sometimes used a switch.

Here’s how I remember things:  if I mouthed off to Mom or showed disrespect, she’d warn me to watch it.  After the second warning – not the third or fourth – she’d march into the kitchen and grab the wooden spoon.  And I’d get a couple of good whacks on the behind.

I soon learned that if I ever upset Mom to the point that she’d spank me, more wrath was waiting for me when Dad got home.  Yes, I heard Mom say those dreaded words: “Wait until your father gets home.”  When I heard her say that, I knew I was in big trouble, and those afternoons never passed more slowly.

Dad would come home from practice, and after hearing Mom lay out the charges against me, he’d ask me if they were true.  I knew resistance was futile.  After I confessed my misdeeds, Dad would take me into my bedroom and spank me with the belt.

On one occasion, just after I started attending the University of Texas, he and I were asked to speak at a father-and-son gathering in Austin.
One of the things Dad discussed with the fathers in the room was the value of discipline and what it really means. Discipline is teaching.  It’s correcting.  It’s respect.  It’s all those things,” he said.  “Discipline is not going out there and beating your son whenever he does something wrong.  Sure, I disciplined Colt, but I didn’t just put the belt to him.”
I raised my hand.  “Hold on Dad.  I want to show everyone a verse in the Bible that you followed.”  “If you brought your Bible with you, turn to Proverbs 23:13.” I read it aloud: “Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die.”
Everyone in the crowd started laughing because they had caught on that my father wasn’t the type to withhold discipline from me, and that meant he did discipline me with a belt.  At the same time, everyone in the audience could see that I had not died.
I laughed right along with them.

But there was an occasion when I was spanked outside the home, and it wasn’t any laughing matter.  It happened when I was in the fourth grade at Hamlin Elementary School, where everyone knew each other.

My fourth-grade trash talk set him [Matt] off. There was a push and a shove – nothing beyond the usual roughhousing I did at home with my younger brothers – but then Matt fell and screamed out in pain.  He had broken his finger.  I don’t recall who pushed him to the floor, but I do remember that there were lots of tears.  A couple of teachers broke up the scuffle and demanded an explanation of what had happened.
Matt and I were sent to the principal’s office, but I wondered why I had to go.  It was Jimmy who had said that Matt couldn’t see his new basketball shoes.  I hadn’t started anything.
At least that’s how I saw things.  But I knew getting sent to the principal’s office was serious stuff, even if I was innocent.  I knew I would be in big trouble one Dad and Mom found out I was sent to the principal’s office, guilty or not.  Colt, you’re going to get the hugest spanking, and then you’re going to be grounded for life, I thought.

I couldn’t believe my good luck.  Since nothing happened to me in the principal’s office, I wouldn’t have to take a note home to Mom and Dad.  Maybe I wouldn’t be grounded for life after all. 
We drove home in silence.  I tried to keep my composure because I felt there was no way my father could know I was in the principal’s office just an hour before.
When we got home, Chance and Case were playing basketball in the backyard.  I was about to go outside when I heard Dad say, “Your mother and I would like to talk to you.”
Dad and Mom drew the story out of me, and I told it in the way I have described it in this chapter.  They listened and then Dad cleared his throat.
“Son, we treat everybody the right way around here.  It doesn’t matter if you like Matt or not.  You will treat him the right way, and you will show everyone respect.  That starts with your teachers but also includes your friends and people who are not even your friends.  You will show everyone respect.”
Mom added her two cents, and then my father solemnly announced that I would be punished for what happened.  A spanking with the belt. 
Dad whupped me pretty good that day, and I cried.

I went to school the next day thinking it was all over, but as soon as I stepped into the classroom, my teacher told me the principal wanted to see me in his office again.
My heart sank.  What did I do this time?
I soon found out.
The principal was waiting for me in his office with a leather strap, and he explained that I needed to be punished for my role in hurting Matt.  He gave me several licks, and I cried again.  Then he told me that I would have to apologize to everybody in my class, tell them I was wrong to play favorites and that in the future I would respect everyone the same.

By the way, it wasn’t until years later that I learned Dad and the principal were buddies and they both agreed that I would get some licks and home and at school.  But they taught me a lesson that I would never forget.


It may sound like we were too hard on Colt that day, or even like we were abusing him, but that’s far from the truth.  The fact is that Debra and I looked for those “teachable moments” that come up every now and then when you’re raising children. 

They learned that there were consequences when they crossed that line.  Sometimes it was the belt, but other times they lost privileges. 


By the time I got to school, I thought “shut up” and “stupid” were bad words.  I didn’t say them in the classroom, and I certainly didn’t say them around Mom and Dad because if I did, I got my mouth washed out with soap. 

“Stick out your tongue,” she’d say.  I’d always beg her not to do it, but she never backed down.  Once I stuck out my tongue, she would rub a wet bar of soap all across it.  Then I could wash out my mouth with water.  The soap tasted disgusting, and it made me angry the rest of the day. 

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Spanking Events - New Blog

Click HERE to link to the Spanking Events blog

Male/male (M/m) Spanking Parties and Events

Click on the links for details about the parties and events ...

Spanking Parties:

CA - Los Angeles: MoonBurn (1st Sat)

CA - San Francisco: SF Men's Spanking Party (2nd Sun)

DC - Washington: SpankDC (3rd Sat)

GA - Atlanta: ATL Male Spank (2nd Sat @ 1763)

GA - Atlanta: Guy Spank ATL (4th Sat @ M4U)

IL - Chicago: Chicago Spanking Party (varies)

NY - New York City: S.O.S. - Society of Spankers (4th Thu)

Spanking Events:

CA - North of SF: Camp Red Tails (mid-July)

GA - Augusta: Bad Ass Weekend (Oct)

Spanking Colby Keller

Spanking Colby Keller


Our favourite pornstar, with brains, muscles and a sense of humour, makes his Canadian debut at Toronto Pride

Colby Keller is quite possibly one of the hottest, smartest, cutest and most interesting pornstars on the planet. Not only does he know how to have great sex on camera, but he has a blog (bigshoediaries.blogspot.com) that follows his #selfie adventures around the US and a YouTube channel called In Bed with Colby Keller. Colby lover and gay blogger Sissydude spoke to him.

Sissydude: Hey, Colby, how are you?
Colby Keller: Wunderbar! Et toi, Sissydude?

I’m awesome. So, you’ll be in Toronto for Fit Primpin.’ Very exciting!
I’m seriously pumped. Moisturizing my spankin’ hand as we type.

Have you been to Toronto before?
Never! And I used to summer every year at Beach O’ Pines in Grand Bend. I have no excuse.

Well, you will “see penis.” Toronto’s CN Tower is super phallic. And it’s Pride Week. So you know there will be real peen everywhere.
Hopefully much of it inside my body at some point.

I know that you’re a major foodie. Toronto has tons of amazing restaurants. Be prepared!
I’ll remember to bring my jockstrap and my suspenders.

What will you be doing at Fit Primpin’?
Managing a small mom-and-pop spanking booth (minus the mom and double the pop, if you think your booty can handle it).

I hope we have a chance to meet while you’re in town.
Your butt. My hand. Let’s do it.

I’d be honoured! Thanks so much, Colby.