My lucky day

I am a very OLD (65) spanko. My favourite spanking scene is Sorority Initiation paddling. I have been seeking out scenes and information about this type of paddling for as long as I can remember. Today in the grocery line, right behind me, was an attractive grandma wearing a Sorority T-shirt. I smiled at her and asked, "Are you a Sorority house mother?" "Oh no, she replied. My grand-daughter gave me this T-shirt. I was a Sorority sister 43 years ago." She went on to say, "Times have changed. The girls today are allowed to wear short-shorts and T-Shirts and they don't even get paddled. In my day, we had to wear dresses, make-up, stockings and heels in public. We also got our backsides paddled at least once a week." I had to swipe my debit card and move on, but I sure wish I could of had a longer conversation with that lady. I left replying, "Those were the good old days."

Spankdaddy, 65 is not OLD at all. Not in today's day and age. When you hit 80 you're probably at the doorstep.

That sounds like a cool conversation. Too bad you couldn't get her email addy and tell her you'd like to discuss the good old days a bit more. Who knows? Even if you were both married it would still be fun.

B

A big fav of mine too. I'm curious--in what part of the country did this interesting conversation take place?

Rollin, I live it North Carolina. I don't know what college she or her grand daughter attended.

My guess would have been the South or Midwest---more conservative and traditional. North Carolina fits. Of course, there's no way to know where this lady had gone to college.

Having turned 65 in January this year, I'll go along with that. Enjoy life while you can. There's no point being the richest corpse in the graveyard.

"He who has the best coffin wins," no?

What are you spring chickens nattering on about? Sixties! Seventies! When 85 rolls around you might start to wonder how much longer you have to enjoy life. But until then live for the day. I do!

I remember feeling a bit glum on my 45th birthday (over ten years ago!). I happened to mention it was my brithday to a neighbour who was 94. He asked how old I was, then his eyes lit up. "Ah 45! What a LOVELY age!"

AlanBarr

LOL. This is something we all do.