Craving it

I can’t wait for Saturday night’s OTK night at Paddles. I really hope there one or two subs who like a hard spanking, because I’m in the mood for it. I think I’m ready for a good role play, a good pissed-off teacher or mom scenario. I’ll have my complete toy bag ready for action, so look out.

Write me and tell me why you need this kind of play, or creatively convince me to try another scenario. I’ll give the author of the best note a free mini-session at Paddles (half-hour). It can be claimed at any time, not only this Saturday. I hope to get some nice comments to publish here.

Don’t forget to stop by the Moonstruck Diner, 23rd Street and 9th Avenue, at 5:30 p.m. on Saturday. We eat and socialize until about 6:50, then head over to Paddles where the playing begins.


  1. Andy

    Me, me, me!

    Ahhhh – I’m currently working in the middle east and will surely not come to Paddles in NYC.

    I feel very tempted to write a role play story but I need to get some other things done before :-(

  2. scChris

    Good day,
    I am not going to be able to make it to Paddles this weekend, and due to the fact that I put my Top half out there for the public scene, and Paddles has very little privacy, it is not an ideal locale for a bare bottom comeuppance for myself, though I am sure it is the perfect venue for many. All that said, I will say I have a special place in my heart for both mother/son role plays, as well as student/teacher. As a matter of fact, both my early adventures as a bottom involved just such roles. Role plays that left my bottom black and blue for a week!
    There is a mother and son scenario that has been churning inside my spanko brain for some time. This one does not involve age play in the typical sense, as in mother and boy, but does include some of that element.
    In this role play, I imagine myself as a college aged young man, who, after a couple of semesters away from home has returned to his mothers abode; perhaps for a summer, or perhaps being suspended for academic reasons. I imagine the ‘mother’ in this situation, is of the old fashioned variety. I have to say, though I find many aspects of the 1950’s abhorrent, the style of dress is a big turn on, as well as the fact that spankings were very common! Anyway, I of course think myself a fully independent man, able to make whatever decisions on what I do and when I do it.
    I find myself fully enjoying homemade meals and clean laundry, but at the same time rather annoyed with mom, who keeps setting ridiculous rules. Setting curfews, insisting my room stay as neat as when I wasn’t home, insisting that I be home for dinner. When I raise objection she just gives me that no nonsense look and states that I am living under her roof, I will obey her rules.
    As time goes by, this gets more annoying and arguments have flared up. Well, arguments from my side of the struggle that is. There is no arguing with mom. As far as she is concerned, I am her boy, and everything is in place for my own well being and for the orderliness of her household. She even threatens me with grounding and once even states that I appear to be in need of a sore red bottom that will leave me with something to think about. That leaves me not only annoyed, but also embarrassed with a peculiar nervous rush. I remember the sound spankings I received from her as I grew up. Spankings that left me very contrite indeed! Of course, I shrug off these feelings, knowing she is just bluffing and relieving her own frustrations at the situation by making such absurd statements.
    I am out one night with friends. We go to a local bar. Good times are had. I don’t remember how many drinks I had, but I am feeling good! I meet a nice girl and even get her number! I would have tried to hook up with her that night, but there’s no way I can take her to my mom’s house.
    I leave the festivities and pull up into the driveway. The living room light is on! Whatever, I think to myself. She shouldn’t be waiting up for me anyway. I am not a child and I am tired of being treated like one. The door opens and I feel that nervous rush again. I walk through the door and she grabs my arm.
    You smell like cigarettes and alcohol, she states in a disappointed tone. And you are two and a half hours past your curfew!
    I do not know what gets into me at that point, but I feel like a rebellious 15 year old, and I snap at her, I am not your little boy anymore and I can do whatever the fuck I want!
    I immediately regret yelling and swearing at her, but my mother barely reacts. She simply looks at me and tells me to go to bed. You are drunk and disobedient and I will speak with you in the morning.
    Again, I feel half my age and skulk off to bed. When I awake, I feel like I partied the night before, but nothing like the hangovers I had experienced partying up at school. I think to myself, let me jump in the shower before I see mom. At least that way I won’t smell like booze and tobacco when I see her. I make it to the bathroom and shower, leave the bathroom wrapped in my towel. As I pass the living room back to my room I stop in my wet tracks. My heart races and my stomach flips. On the old oak coffee table sits three items of moms I recognize all too well: A heavy wooden hairbrush, a razor strap and a stout switch. In the center of the room is a large straight back chair sitting in front of a full length vanity mirror. I remember as recently as my mid teens being over her knee and looking over my shoulder at that very mirror to see the shades of crimson my backside was turning as I howled that I would behave.
    I think to myself, she can’t be serious. At that moment I hear over my shoulder, It is time for that ‘talk’ I promised we would have, young man.
    Yes, she is very serious indeed.

    As you can see from this scenario, I am very much in need of some old fashion attention. My bottom half of my switch personality has been neglected and it is time for a real good bare bottom disciplining!
    Have fun at Paddles!

  3. Andy

    Sorry – no story from my side right now.

    Relationship trouble with girlfriend right now and I think there are some faults on my side. I’m not in the mood for writing stories right now.

    I wish everyone else happier times.

  4. OMG I missed reading the full story. Finally got back to it tonight (sorry). This was so hot, and I could really feel his dread when he saw the implements in the living room.

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