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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Polaroids

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.








10 comments:

  1. Did you make sure that the plug was in properly, before you started filling it :)

    Prefectdt

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    1. Well, I get the joke, but.......well perhaps that's a tale for another time. LOL

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  2. Ye gods man!!!

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    1. The only difference now is that I don't color as much. What I get from Rosa or even Nickki rivals or even surpasses these past paddlings in intensity.

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  3. Back then a polaroid was your only option if you did not wish to leave your film in a store to be developed where the person developing could see everything. They also opened the photos when you picked them up to make sure they were yours!
    Too bad things went so sour with your ex , the bitterness of spltting up can bring out the worst in people. Looks like she was quite the ace with a paddle though !

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    1. You are correct. (Remember Photomat?)

      She could be very determined when she wanted to be. Oddly, while we had rules, and did some genuine punishment stuff. Punishments were an infrequent exception to a lifestyle geared more to games and play-paddling. Not a single shot here is from a punishment.

      Rosa on the other hand WILL and DOES punish. And so does Nickki.

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  4. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH. these look PAINFUL

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    1. LOL, well for us folks what's the point if it's not? ;-)

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  5. I "get" the whole "former spouse/parent of my (our) children" thing. It ended badly, dare I say horribly, but the further away I am from that time, the easier it is to remember the good things/times, but it's a big HELL NO! to going back.

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    1. Yes, that's pretty much it. It's hard, and perhaps not even healthy, to discount anything good, jut because of its association with someone one no longer cares for. We probably SHOULD try to recall as much of the good about our pasts as we can.

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