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Thursday, April 29, 2021

Julie & Omar

In keeping with the ongoing theme of warm weather cocktails and also of my recent experimentation with less typical juice choices, here are two variations of my own on tamarind juice:

The Tamarummy

2 oz clear or brown rum

1 oz Amaretto

3 oz. tamarind juice (again, I just went with Goya)

dash of bitters

Shake ingredients with enough ice to fill a 7 oz glass and pour without straining. I garnished this with a skewered mint leaf and orange peel.

While the Tamarummy isn't bad, and while I don't usually use brown liquors for warm weather drinks, Rosa and I found this bourbon variant to be more interesting, with the whiskey tones working well with the tamarind:

Julie & Omar

1 oz Drambuie

2 oz bourbon

3 oz tamarind juice

dash of bitters

Make it and garnish it the same as with the Tamarummy.

Tamarind doesn't foam as much as passion fruit, but it's still a decent-looking concoction. This is a Tamarummy, but a Julie & Omar looks very much the same......just tastes a bit more interesting.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Mushroom wiggle

 As promised, some cocktail ideas for the warmer weather. To start things off, one of my own that already has gotten a bit popular not only with Rosa, but others as well:

Mushroom Wiggle

1 oz Licor 43

1 oz clear rum

3 oz Passion fruit juice (I used Goya)

dash of orange bitters

Shake vigorously with some ice and strain into a fancy 5 oz glass. The agitation will cause the juice to foam naturally. Garnish with lemon.

There are more which I will share as I find time. I have been extremely busy and working harder than someone my age with a bad back should......but the garden project I needed to do, is almost done. In fact, I hope to finish it today. (Everything hurts, BTW. I feel like a truck hit me and the driver wondered what the noise was, backed up over me to check, didn't see me, and drove over me again to resume his trip.)

Monday, April 26, 2021


Another typically busy Monday for me. Today I deliver the painting to my Grandson along with a little cheap bottle of bubble liquid with wand. It's a nice day so we should have some fun with that. 

This week I will put up some new cocktail suggestions appropriate for the oncoming war weather. Some are things I found, others are my own concoctions.

In the meantime, here's a bit of vintage wit from B. Kliban:

Friday, April 23, 2021

Legacy work

Before my grandson was born, my daughter asked if I would do a painting for his room similar to the one I did for her back when she was a baby. I agreed but said it might take me a while to execute the request. I recently finished the piece just with some time to spare before reaching his first birthday. 

The painting is more of an illustration, like you'd see in a children's book, than a serious work of art, and depicts a scene from my SIL's favorite childhood book: My Side of the Mountain. It was this story that was requested as the theme of the painting, but other than that, the actual scene was up to me. 

This is the finished piece. It is 30" X 40" in acrylic:

It's not the typical thing I show here, but I was pleased with it and felt like it might be worth sharing. I would be particularly curious to hear from anyone who has read the book, since I read it before coming up with this scene, and tried to be very faithful to the details the author describes. 

Thursday, April 22, 2021


Recently my dear buddy, Merry used the phrase "batshit crazy" and it coincided quite unexpectedly with an E-Bay score this very morning. (no it wasn't a box full of expired Xanax NOR a crate of roosting bats.)  What it was was a set of black-stemmed glasses. 

Very similar to this style, except a less rounded bowl and it's a set of 4 rather than six.

OK, so now you must be scratching your head thinking, "KDP has either lost it, or HE is the link to "batshit"." Not so fast. There IS a connection....which also ties in to a recent comment on Fondles' about shopping at thrift stores.....and possibly even ANOTHER older comment dealing specifically with my fondness for bats. So here is the thread of events that tie this all in:

1: A while back I am shopping at my favorite thrift store and manage to get a set of six of these same glasses for like $1 each, maybe $1.50. 

2: To me they are crying out to be made into classy/creepy table glassware to go with our Halloween dinner setting......but they need help.

Our Halloween table from this year. I never loved the plain glasses. And you can see the bat theme already starting. 

3: I order a set of inexpensive silver bat charms from Amazon.

4: When they arrive I modify them with some grinding so they can be securely glued to the glasses with strong, durable, two-part epoxy.

5: They are coming along nicely when..........I drop one. (damned arthritis)

6: I now have 5 cool glasses, and am not liking that I could very likely not have enough for a typical 6-person dinner party. However, these are not current and very specific. The odds of me finding these again at a good price are not in my favor. A happy project has turned a little sour.

7: Enter E-Bay and a cooperative vendor who was willing to accept a lower offer for his used glasses. (Still way more than what I got the originals for, but also less than what I have seen them go for.)

And so, with one confirmation and payment, my glasses should be on their way.....and if I don't drop any THIS time, I'll have a set of 9.....which should be adequate for our needs. 

And what does the finished product look like? this:

I have some plastic Halloween glasses but I kind of prefer glass. Nice Halloween glasses are out there, but they are VERY expensive. Some of the better ones I've seen go for as much as $12 a glass, sometimes more. This very economical project was the the perfect solution. Not too over-the-top, a little classy, definitely bat-encrusted, and quite frugal. Now I just need to wait until October to use them!

Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Proxy time.


Proxy situations beg the question of just who the hell am I? LOL

It’s hard to believe that it has been four years since the last time I acted as someone’s ‘punishment proxy’. (See  “A Proxy Once More” July 29, 2017 in the Featured Post column in the margin.)

I hadn’t planned it either. Instead it just happened. It began with an innocent text to Nickki over a moulding job that needed some TLC. She currently has a “houseguest” in the form of her former SIL’s mother, an elderly woman with occasional bi-polar flare-ups. Whenever I’ve met her she was the sweetest thing, but Nickki assured me that there is an entirely contrasting side to her. She is due to stay with Nickki and Jean for as many as 6 more weeks, maybe more, maybe less. But in that time she has already caused incredible stress to my friends, Nickki in particular.

The more she told me, the more obvious her stressed tone seeped into her texts. It took only a few lines before the proxy idea popped into my head. I had previously discussed proxy situations with Nickki (particularly my time as Ana’s proxy for the closet) so she had a pretty good idea of what I was suggesting. We discussed it a bit, and since it’s a simple offer, Nickki quickly agreed to the offer and said she would keep track of her guest’s offenses and then handle them through me at a later date when she leaves. So far she already has two.  The positive aspect for her is that when something happens, she can write it down and turn the aggravation into something for future anticipation. Instead of feeling powerless, she can feel like retribution will take place, and all she needs to do is be patient and bide her time.

We also discussed my need/condition of not being “me doing a favor” or worse “me receiving a favor of play” but rather “me BEING her guest” and getting exactly what Nickki feels SHE deserves.  Since we’ve discussed this before, Nickki understood and even saw the sense in that. Her one warning to me (which she repeated again later) was that now that the offer has been made and accepted, not to try to back out. That hit me with a dose of reality. Nickki is obviously not reticent about taking full advantage of my proxy offer, even as she appreciates it and has already thanked me for it. By expressing her adamant stance on “no backsees” as she put it, she is telling me that she is now relying on me to come through.  I get that. And I assured her my offer was sincere. 

Moments after the offer was discussed, and mutually agreed to, the ramifications of it seeped in. I am now honor bound to essentially stand in for someone who has already pissed off Nickki and has about 6 more weeks to add to that list. I am also dealing with Nickki who is not someone who sees a hard spanking as anything other than a deserved consequence. If sufficiently riled, she will see a bare offered bottom as the totally roastable but ultimately unbreakable target of her ire. I have had her spank moderately and extensively, and she is not hesitant to keep going until she is satisfied. If that bottom is mine, but I have clearly offered it in place of her guest’s, she will certainly and without question spank it as such. In a recent conversation with Nickki, I flatly admitted to sincere admiration for this ability of hers. 

While technically inaccurate in many details, this shot sort of sums up what I feel is a fair representation of the psychology of a proxy punishment. While the party I am substituting myself for will not be present or even aware of my situation, both Nickki and I will be seeing her as integral to the whole ordeal. In this shot I imagine the girl in the red dress is the one who is actually guilty, but it is her friend that is getting punished for her. 

Now me? Why do I agree to be a proxy? I think I’ve mentioned it before. Like Tom Sawyer, I see taking someone else’s punishment as the epitome of gallant gestures. And I’m a sucker for gallant gestures. In the case of the proxy situations I have been in, that gesture is geared more towards the spanker, who is usually someone I care about, than the spared victim.  And perhaps that’s why they can’t be fun roleplays for me. There is nothing gallant about playing a fun game. There is no sacrifice in getting an enjoyable experience. 

The famous "I done it!"-scene in Tom Sawyer as rendered by Norman Rockwell. This scene, and the expression on Becky Thatcher's face inspired all of my proxy adventures......except for the "play" ones. 

Yesterday I actually spoke with Nickki on my long drive to babysit my grandson and we covered a lot of things….and this was one of them. Nickki had described several more incidents with her guest that were indeed upsetting, and I joked that if this keeps up I may need to take out an insurance policy before showing up for my eventual proxy session. She laughed and said, “well, you’re up to 400 smacks already,” with the clear insinuation that the total is only going to go up from there.

Nickki will have little problem in taking advantage of my offer.

I also explained more about my reasons for offering to be a proxy and she seemed to appreciate the insight….and the offer itself. I would imagine that the natural assumption for someone like me to make an offer like this would be that I enjoy being spanked. And while that is true, it is a complex truth. 

To be honest, I do enjoy being a proxy, but ironically, I can’t enjoy that role if the spanking itself is enjoyable. So, to be a good proxy experience and for the gesture to mean anything at all, the spanking simply must be unpleasant……….. and the worse the better.  Thankfully, Rosa understands this and since it’s important to me, relaxes into the offer to treat me as the offending party and does so without guilt or hesitation. With Nickki, she seems to understand as well, and if her tone and past history with me are any indicators, I’m sure she too will do her best to forget it’s me when the time comes. So if the punishment concludes with Nickki exhilarated and refreshed, flushed clean of all her repressed frustration and anger, it will be worth every day I can't sit without wincing. And for me that’s the ‘enjoyable’ part: the knowing this is definitely going to happen at some point and there’s no backing out, the knowing Nickki won’t go easy on me, the humor in the overall situation itself, the little tidbits of accumulating offenses, Nickki’s occasional reminders, even the fact that this person for whom I am standing in will never know what price I will be paying for her misdeeds, all of it. But I suppose, like Tom Sawyer, the BEST part is knowing my gesture will be appreciated. 

Monday, April 19, 2021


 My weekend was pretty good and included a much-needed O. ( my last one was March 26th, so this was just over three weeks...........not a record by any means, but a bit longer than what we've been currently doing. In the past, a month was routine, now we try to do them every week or two.) Rosa managed to wrangle a couple for herself as well. LOL But the route to O-land for me a was a little more challenging than usual. Of course it involved our electric massager and Rosa's feet.....BUT it also involved me wearing a combination of our KTB-like "spiked tube" and leather "cock strap". (Think "cock ring" but leather.)

The idea started out as a teasing session with the spikes as a bit of added torment, but that teasing.....(me kissing one of Rosa's feet while she used to other to toy with my spike-encircled member....HER idea BTW. LOL) soon led to her getting very horny and getting an O out of the deal. This put her in a good mood so when we switched from foot stimulation to the massager, and I got close to orgasm, she consented to let me have one.......BUT with the spiked tube remaining on for it!

And that's what happened. In the past, an O with the tube on could be excruciating, but I think my body has learned to adapt a bit and while it hurts, it's really just not that bad. Yesterday, I loved the release and barely felt the spikes. Go figure.

Anyway, that little adventure started our day off right for us both and the rest of the day was just as fun. We decided to walk the Brooklyn Bridge and have some lunch in the city. It was a nice break from the past Covid-conscious abstinence of the recent past. 

View looking toward Manhattan.


Rosa in the distance on the walkway.

Today though I don't have much time before heading out to babysit, but the recent foot-o has left me in a mood.  So here are some foot pictures that I feel represent a certain array of attitudes regarding the presentation of one's own feet for attentive consideration or actual attention. I noticed in my search that a lot of foot models and even amateurs on cell phones are young. It seems like the youth of today are quite into feet for some reason. Which is a good thing I suppose. I know so many folks who are very self-conscious about them. But not these ladies:

Unpainted and natural feet.....that are beautiful!

Fresh as the outdoors.

Proudly showing off her tootsies.

Distracted......she with her laptop....the viewer with those lovely soles.

Nonchalant......with some attitude. This shot is like a magnet for me. Probably my favorite in the batch!

Cheerfully in your face.

Straight from her sneakers to you. Love her expression too.

Some ladies like to dress them up.....

......with others, it's a very 'as is' sort of thing.

I just like this shot.

She knows you like them.

She knows what you want to do with them.....and she seems happy to oblige.

But this confident gal EXPECTS it. LOL

Friday, April 16, 2021


A short while back, I wrote something about "ball-slapping" on Fondles' blog and we both mused over the possibility of me devoting an entire post to the practice here. Well? This IS that post.

Oddly enough, if you look for ball slapping in a search, you'll find a split between the actual hand slapping of testicles (which is what this post is about) and images of balls rocking and rhythmically slapping against a bent over person getting fucked from behind! I'm no prude, (obviously, given what we cover here) but something about the latter seems like one of the most vulgar things out there. Rest assured, dear readers, we will NOT be venturing into sweaty-gross, frenetic, doggy-style penetration. We will leave that unseemly activity for those vanillas who get so hung up over kink, but regularly engage in things way more icky. Instead we will discuss  the much more sanitary (if one's scrotum is properly showered) act of swatting balls.

Not quite how WE do it, but you get the idea.

Despite coming into this relationship with more kinky experience than Rosa, there certainly have been things she has introduced me to that I simply had not done before, and ball-slapping is definitely one of them. One day, she just got a mischievous look on her cute face, and began to get pretty rough with my 'package'. At one point, after some biting and twisting, she actually struck me with her hand.......not too hard, but hard enough to qualify as a slap rather than a pat. I jerked back from the pain, but she just waited a bit for me to recover and then did it a few more times.

This was definitely something new to me and not anything I ever considered suggesting. But.....given her reaction to it, I became quite accepting of this playful mistreatment. Over time it evolved into an occasional, mood-driven little extra. We didn't do it often, but if the atmosphere was right, I'd find myself kneeling alongside her on our bed within her arm's easy range. 

The routine seems to focus more on control and expectation rather than the actual pain. The pain acts as more of the source of conflict between reluctance and obedience and submission. As such, I have NEVER been slapped there just once. Instead, Rosa apparently gets off on the expectation that after I've already been hit, and have just recoiled accordingly, that once somewhat recovered, one look (no words) will summon me back into position. 

A lot of the online imagery for this kink incorporates bondage. I totally see the connection, but for us that element totally defeats the main appeal of the 'game'. For Rosa especially, this is about me willingly submitting myself to her rough treatment......repeatedly..........usually between three and five times on average. This GIF also is more about penis-whipping than smacks to that tied-up scrotum.

Rosa's smile betrays her kick, because it is proportional to the wincing hesitation on my face as I offer myself again while knowing what's coming. She will even cock her hand and wait and watch me for a few solid seconds before striking. Sometimes she will target my entire 'package' and other times she will lift my penis away and strike only my scrotum.

Why women find this so funny, I can't say. But they do. Watch the guy's pre-strike reactions. That is SO what happens with me! 

As is Rosa's style with everything, she is neither brutal nor gentle. For me this is crucial. A hard blow to the testicles will double a guy over and render him incapacitated. The pain is extreme and makes you feel nauseous. But a milder slap will be unpleasant and even more psychological. We instinctively cringe and cower to protect that sensitive area, so exposing it to harm.....even moderate counterintuitive. Still, a too gentle slap  provides no real fear factor, so some pain is kind of essential for this "game" to work. (not unlike submitting to a spanking).

I think doing this in a tub is dangerous. The reaction could easily cause a hazardous slip. But the shot at least shows another take on the practice.

Despite never having sought out this activity prior to Rosa, now that it is a possibility, I have found that even I will "suggest" it. Again, this game is never played with words. For some reason it is part of the whole theme for the situation to be communicated entirely through expression and body language. So, sometimes, especially if I'm feeling very subby, and have likely spent some lengthy quality time with Rosa's adorable tootsies, I will sometimes move away from her feet and kneel up next to her, and just give her 'the look'.  Invariably she will grin and oblige........but once the game has begun, SHE decides how many slaps I'm going to get. 

Not Rosa this time, but this lass is presenting a very familiar view for me. I can't explain it, but I am sometimes amazed at how many different ordeals I've endured because of cute feet! It's like blaming risky behavior on drinking. I suppose you could say that the right feet intoxicate me as effectively as any well-constructed cocktail served in abundance. LOL

In conclusion, we once again find ourselves confronting one of these seemingly undesirable activities presented AS desirable. The specifics of this contradiction phenomenon vary from one submissive person to another, but taken in general, how many things do we find ourselves now enjoying that objectively speaking should not be enjoyable? I never would have suggested being ball-slapped, and now? I kind of like it in a way. The smacks themselves are not pleasant, but that moment of submission......when I am willingly kneeling there looking into Rosa's grinning face as she holds my member to one side so she can have a clear shot at my tender testicles, is oddly wonderful. At least it's way better than having them rocked like a church censer in some animalistic humping extravaganza! 

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Roadkill clean-up

True story...............which for my heavily-populated suburban town in NJ is so exceptional, it is almost freakish! (Rural readers might very well shrug with a "so what? Happens here all the time.") So last week I am returning from Home Depot with my neighbor, Wally (Marta's husband from past stories here) with a plywood and sheetrock loaded trailer in tow. Wally had asked me if I'd help him out since he needed these items and I've done this with him before. To be extra safe, I diverted to a side street that is tree lined on both sides for a bit, before it opens back up to typical Central Jersey, house-lined suburbia.

We were just into the wooded stretch when a huge bird swoops down in front of my car and flies just about a yard above the pavement in the center of the road. Its white head and tail are dead giveaways as to what it is: an American Bald Eagle.....full-grown. I got very excited but curious as to why this guy would fly so low in harm's way of my still-moving car, but in seconds I got my answer. Just a bit ahead a dead squirrel nearly straddled the center dividing line, and Mr. Eagle dips ever so slightly and scoops him up. 

Imagine seeing this from behind while driving!

With woods on both sides, he had to continue straight up the road, slowly gaining altitude with each magnificent flap. So here we are driving mere yards behind this iconic raptor like a bizarre parade, for several seconds, until he gained enough height to veer off once out of the wooded area. It happened too fast to get a shot, but long enough to be more than a mere dive and dash. 

As a "bird person" (along with Rosa who is even more vigilant than me) this was a stunning event. I recall all too well growing up through the 60's and 70's just how rare birds of prey were in NJ. No one EVER saw an eagle, let alone an endangered Bald Eagle! DDT wasn't banned until 1972, and it was a leading cause in the depletion of these raptor populations causing eggshells so fragile that the birds cracked their own eggs just by keeping them warm. But now, with the pesticide gone, and laws to protect, and time......these guys are back in a big way.

I recall when the Army Corps of Engineers began constructing osprey stands around National and State parks. They too are easily seen now. Even my own suburban backyard sees its share of hawks, and yes.....Rosa swears she saw bald eagles very high up a year or so ago. Turkey vultures circle nearly everywhere now as well. Any drive up a mall-packed highway affords a view of these large scavengers scoping out roadkill.

NYC is now an established range for Peregrine Falcons who discovered over time that if they pretended skyscrapers were cliffs, the city provided an abundance of pigeon and rodent dinners to be easily had. I recall that in 1989 or so, I was in a loft in NYC for a business convention and the folks there were proudly bragging about their resident falcon, which we saw on their ledge. This was back when this first started happening. It was a rare but increasingly-familiar tale, until now when those falcons are everywhere.

A native New Yorker.

To me this says that no matter how badly we screw something up, if we stop and reverse course before it's truly too late, nature WILL rebound. We just need to give it a fighting chance.

And in conclusion, though it's not about birds, I would like to make a recommendation on a Netflix documentary currently causing a stir: "Seaspiracy". I would recommend watching it and keeping an open mind to the veracity of most claims and some skepticism over some of the more extreme ones. (What I did was watch it, and then read a few fact-check articles, just for balance, also keeping in mind WHO was writing the fact-checks and whether they were truly impartial. But hey, a viewer should do this with anything.)

Tuesday, April 13, 2021


In perusing the collection of old photos I recently shared, I also came across a batch of kinky Polaroids. Back in the day, Polaroids were still available in the 90s but falling out of favor......except with kinky people who did not want to take more extreme shots to the developer for processing. 

When I looked at these, I was amazed at how deeply red my butt used to turn......something that just doesn't happen now regardless of how intensely I've been paddled. The shots are not great, but they are nostalgic and indicative of what I used to 'get' even then. Here are a few choice examples:

This is how they looked. As you can see I used to make notes on when the paddling occurred and how many I got. My ex took all of these as post-paddling mementos, since there was no timer for Polaroids except for developing.

Most, if not all of these shots, were the result of a sort of "date night" routine we had wherein I would adopt the persona of "Pierre" (KDPierre?) and service my client (my ex) with a fancy dinner served in submissive attire. She would then choose her post-dinner treat from off a handmade Menu accompanying each meal. She also would select her payment and tip, which were different options of roasting "pierre's" butt. 

One night her treat was a soak in our new (we had just renovated) jacuzzi tub with me in attendance for her every need. To save time, I offered to let the night's "payment" occur while the two-person tub was filling. Neither she nor I had any idea as to how long this would take, so the 'game/dare/risk' portion of it was that she would paddle me ....with a brutal, two-handed paddle that struck both cheeks at once.....for as long as it took to fill. She mischievously agreed and landed solid whacks as I bent with my hands on the tub enclosure. 

It became apparent after a good hundred or so whacks, that this was going to take longer than either of us anticipated. However, she said that this miscalculation was all part of the game and I was clearly obliged to honor the deal. I remember thinking that seemed fair, and even funny, but when the smacks kept coming AND COMING, and that tub STILL wasn't full, I groaned in defeat. She snickered and kept going until the tub had been properly filled. I must have gotten hundreds of hard swats before this was over as no one was counting.

Sorry for the small size, but I noticed some of the images held up better when not enlarged. I cropped the rest of these, but they all looked much like the first one and all had dates, quantities, and sometimes little notes on the situation. This shot was after that LONG paddling with a two-handed sorority-style lucite paddle. What a roasting! You can see the sheen to the dry-spots that formed and even the irregularity to the butt surface, indicating the swollen, leathery result. The smacks even went well into the butt-crease , which I noted on the Polaroid were sore for days.

Another thing I learned that day was what it felt like to lower a well-beaten butt into a hot jacuzzi..... OUCH!

Here are a couple more from other events:

At this point in my life there aren't too many (or any) nice things I will say about my ex, but as evidenced by this shot (and the others), I can't honestly say she was ever wimpy about spanking me. Here you can see a few stray switch welts as well.  Here also you can see I am wearing my plug harness, and so, "yes" there was a plug up in me at the time as well. The profound color in these shots is the result of literally hundreds of hard paddle-smacks to a butt that had not yet toughened up to the point it is now. 

Remember that A&G White Lightning switch I told you about?  The one Rosa sometimes uses for special punishment? Used with force it is similar to a cane and leaves twin-track marks just like one. These weren't from Rosa but my ex back in the mid-90s and yes, I had a hard time sitting after this brief encounter......and this wasn't even a punishment, but a "play penalty" for a pedicure!

In some ways it is a shame that things went the way they did, because you can see we were obviously having fun there for a while. I always tell people that you don't marry someone you hate, or see nothing good in, but you do divorce someone like that...with the sad irony being it's obviously the same person. But had things not gone awry, I never would have had some of the later encounters I did, or ended up with Rosa who I am MUCH, MUCH more happy with. 

So much has happened that I can't even stand to be in the same room with my ex now. My hatred for her is profound.....and with reason. I say this only because while these shots have a certain nostalgia for me, it is more about my "personal D/s history" than any lingering fondness for my ex or regret over our divorce. These shots show some extreme post-spanking color and THAT is what is more nostalgic for me: that I went through all that. It is difficult to separate the good and the bad when looking through positive or negative filters.  But trust me, while I find these old shots to be reminiscent of a time, I don't want any reader misinterpreting that as some lingering warm/fuzzies for my ex. I'm just trying to call things as I see them.

The tub story objectively IS still funny to me even to this day. I can't deny it happened or that it was memorable, but with everything that has happened after, I would never wish to relive it now. Maybe other divorced people will understand what I mean.

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Past blast

 A while back I had done a piece on nudes in the snow.....with tan lines (February 26, 2021) and 'fessed up that the last image was indeed "yours truly" from several decades ago....back when I was somewhere in my 20s. As you might imagine, if THAT picture exists from those days, there likely would be more.....and there are.

Today I have a conflicting mindset (plus a lot of free time since Rosa is doing something out of the house that will take all day, and it's raining like a bugger here.) I feel simultaneously exhibitionistic AND old. LOL. So I thought that a perfect solution would be to sift through some old photos from the 80s and see if anything seemed post-worthy. I could then solve my current exhibitionist inclination, while not flashing my equally-current, not-quite-so youthful body.

Here are some I felt were relatively artsy or at the least.....not overly kinky:

This is some very early stuff from around  1982 or so.

As you can see, I was not shaving regularly 'down there' .....though I did do so intermittently even then. (Look at that crazy head of hair! LOL)

Artsy-fartsy session with my then fiance.

This bit of soft-core porn was from that same session. LOL

The reason for most of these was reference material for painting. I liked this shot and did in fact paint it....but at some paint gave the painting away.....I don't even recall to whom.

This shot was supposed to be used for a particular kind of print. I even paid to have it converted to the format needed. And then? It just never came to fruition and I no longer have access to the materials needed to complete the project. It's still a good shot though. But there's even MORE to this shot.

I recall that shot was taken on a Monday in 1984. Why do I remember that? Well, it's because the weekend PRIOR to that Monday was the one described in my story "Double Dare" (link). While the story is presented as fiction, it is nearly entirely factual and describes a dare that led to quite a memorable double-double spanking. It was the first time I got a spanking from two different people during the same session. In the story I describe a bruise from the last ten swats my dared friend gave me in response to my girlfriend's urging to hit harder. The next day we all went fishing near my house and during that time, I espied the crazy vine cluster and thought it would make for a great photo. 

This it that historic.....but barely visible " you-kind-of-have-to-know-it's-there-to-see-it" bruise.

So while some artsy shots are not so innocent, not all of these shots were were even artistically innocent to begin with. This little outdoor flash is from a few years later, probably closer to 1987 and was taken a two-couple camping trip. My ex and I snuck off for a bit to have some 'fun'  and if my pose seems suggestive of someone waiting for a whuppin' , you'd be correct. Mere seconds after this shot, that pale posterior was sporting a series of burning switch-welts. (sorry, no picture of that though I'm not sure why. It may have been that we heard people coming.)

This shot is even later.....probably 1989, and shows  how my body shaving became more routine.

Yes, that's a mullet. Be nice. 

The End.