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What the Net dragged in – 18
The search terms have been so accurate recently, it’s nearly pointless doing the “silly search term” category any more, but there’s still fun to be had there, I believe. Here are some recent ones:
banned.fuck.porn – Nope, only unbanned.spanking.porn here right now. That one looks like a name of a Usenet group, except I’ve never heard of the “banned” hierarchy. Must be a super-secret one.
vanilla spankings – Mmm-hmm. And also, let me share some boiling ice.
castration – Ouch. I can but idly wonder whether this person was looking for an instruction manual here, and what might have tipped them off that there won’t be one. Seriously, Google, why?
dirty lines about spanking – “Oh, no! I’ve accidentally fallen into a puddle of mud! I’m getting a spanking!” Is that dirty enough?
Taking stock of my sexuality
You won’t have seen a meme on my site before, because I believe that these things are a fun game for you and your closest friends, but pretty dull for everyone else. And I don’t like boring folks who’ve never done anything to deserve it.
However, right now I’m blogging so that I can keep my sanity as I grieve my father. This involves a lot of thinking about who I am. And this particular meme (written by Graham-the-Girl) looks like something that may help me in this. Also, it’s the best spanking meme I’ve ever encountered.
1. Tell us your Kinsey rating! (That is, where you fall, approximately, on the spectrum of sexuality, with zero being “only attracted to members of the opposite sex” and six being “only attracted to members of the same sex.” Follow the link for the full breakdown.)
Where sex is concerned, I’m about 4, which Wikipedia explains as “predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual”. It took me years to work out that I very rarely felt like having sex not because I didn’t like sex, but because I was trying it with the wrong gender! D’oh.
With spanking, I’m a 2, meaning that I prefer to be spanked by men. I couldn’t figure out why this was, until I realised that my favourite spanking fantasies are set in sexless environments, and being topped by men eliminated the pesky sexual undercurrent that can derail the whole scene.
In love, I’m a firm 3. I’m equally likely to fall in love with men and women. I’m also poly, which means I can be in love with more than one person at a time, though at this time I’m only in love with my husband.
2. Spanking / BDSM “type” that suits you best (switch, top, masochist, grand-master-wizard, etc.):
Bottom, with sadistic tendencies.
3. Favorite blog / site of the moment (kinky/spanking-themed):
Northern Spanking. Because I’m sad, and NSI’s films are guaranteed to make me smile.
4. Favorite non-kinky blog / site of the moment:
Twitter for companionship, Shadow Unit for reading material and Galactic Watercooler for getting my geek on.
5. Latest spanking fantasy floating in your head:
When I’m sad, I retreat to my favourite fantasy where I’m a magician’s apprentice. Not a stage magician, you understand: a proper one. He’s very, very strict.
6. Blogger you’d like to spank / be spanked by:
I’m always, always up for a spanking from Richard Farthingdale from the late, great Lowewood Academy blog.
7. Age when you lost your (consensual, adult) spanking virginity — if this has yet to happen, give us a prediction or goal!
Eighteen. I didn’t wait around.
8. Favorite literary reference (excluding spanking stories!):
In “To Kill a Mockingbird”, where Scout gets spanked by Uncle Jack. It’s not even described, but there’s a long discussion afterwards, where the young uncle explains himself to Scout’s father. I may or may not have imagined Atticus dealing with Jack on occassion, as well.
There’re also several references and threats throughout the book. I just love it.
9. Strangest limit:
I don’t role-play being spanked for stealing. The idea of being even a pretend thief sicken me. Murder is, oddly, not a problem.
10. Some Random Vanilla Trivia, in the grand tradition of memehood… Like, “what are you listening to right now,” or “what’s your favorite fruit,” or anything similarly banal.
My favourite gel pen is Pilot G2.
Thank you for reading to the end. Here’s a photo from the Spanking Server to reward you:
David Walliams spanks Basshunter on BBC
Oh, but this made me feel good.
It’s a longish clip for a relatively short spanking, but it does show the transgression and the consequences in beautiful detail.
I have to say, Mr Walliams does a very authoritative “Come here”. Mmm.
P.S. Fans of “The Choir”, watch carefully for bonus Gareth Malone. Wish it was him getting spanked here.
Kink and grief
Last month I buried my father.
Most of what I know in life, I’ve learned from books. (So many of them were the books my father gave me. His response to my questions, since I learned to read, was to haul out a weighty tome: “Here is where you can learn all about Greek Mythology. Astronomy. Psychology of crowds. Life of Chopin.”) In these books, I’ve read about grief. From non-fiction, I knew of its stages; from fiction, I imagined I knew its effects.
I hadn’t known, not until now, what grief was. The books left me unprepared, my heart open for its blade.
And you know what? I can’t tell you what it is. If you’ve never felt it, you’ll be just as open until it strikes, and the only way to protect yourself is never to love.
I’d like to tell you, though, about the effect it’s had on my kink.
For the last four weeks I’ve felt like the warm, glowing ball of kink that normally sits somewhere inside my ribcage, has been carved out. My brain still knows to reach down for it at the usual moments, when I would normally respond to kinky information with deep instinctive thrill – except now, instead of this thrill, I feel something like a punch to the solar plexus.
Before, it would go like this:
Adele’s brain: “Somebody on TV just said ‘spanking‘!”
Adele’s id: “Oooh. Mmm. Purrr. Lovely.”
For the last few weeks it’s been like this:
Adele’s brain: “People are talking about spanking!”
Adele’s id: “I’m going to be sick now.”
I’ve had stretches of time when my spanking mojo has been low before; for the most part this would happen when I had a fever, or was otherwise unwell. But where before I reacted with indifference, grief made me feel revulsion. It’s the most disconcerting sensation: I turn to familiar comforts, only to find that they hurt me instead.
It’s also all kinds of awful when talking to my kink family. My husband and my friends are used to communicating with me in certain ways. There are familiar jokes, references and trains of thought that we all use with each other. Well, they don’t work. People who are trying to support me try to talk to me in a certain way, and I don’t respond in ways they expect me to. It’s unfair. I end up trying to react the way I always have, just to be polite, and end up exhausted, frustrated, and craving time on my own. Except it sucks being alone, and I reach out for comfort, and the whole awful thing starts over again.
I expect to feel better.
I hope blogging can help.
I don’t know if it will. But hey, I can try.
Schoolgirl (?) Wrestling
This is not the most tasteful show I’ve ever seen. As a feminist, I have an issue with it. As a perv, though, I’m amused.
http://www.dailymotion.com/videox3bb3d
Free daily picture archive: 7 – 15 October
Admitting your passions
I’ve often heard people say that “Exit to Eden” is a terrible film. Maybe it is: I watched it for the first time at the age of 18. It was my first introduction to the idea of consensual BDSM, and it blew me away. I can still remember the beautiful revelation: there are people out there who want the same thing I want, and it’s OK to want it.
The following scene stuck in my mind, because I could see myself reacting like the main guy character if I ever faced a similar questioning.
Is it a good film, though? I don’t know. I’m a bit scared to re-watch it.
Clear canvas
As of today, my bottom has officially no more marks remaining from my Lupus caning in the summer. None that I can see, anyway; perhaps a thorough investigation would reveal something, but any traces of stripes aren’t significant enough to count.
This rate of healing (four months, unless I’ve lost count completely) is a great improvement on my state after Red Reformatory 2, which took a full year to recover from. That was a long year of no shoots, thank dog I don’t depend on them for income…
As much as I love having marks, sometimes it’s good to find myself mark-free.
