A Line-Writing Script

In the midst of comments, Lucy McLean has posted a link to something rather wonderful: a script that will write your punishment lines for you.

I have tried it out here. You can have a go, too.

Can you just imagine a spanking I’d get if I showed up with a sheet of lines typed by a machine? Mmm! Something to try if I ever feel like being thrashed into the next week, I think. :)

Mind you, I love writing lines. The process of forming letters is very pleasurable for me. You know how some odd people actually enjoy being spanked? (Just imagine!) Well, I’m like that with lines. They make me hot.

Fresh Birch

It took me a moment to remember what the marks on this picture were, but then I recalled a spring birch-harvesting expedition with Mr. Haze, and it all clicked back into place.

Work and Fetish

This was found on The Dilbert Blog a few days ago:

If you’re the owner of a women’s shoe store, and you want to hire someone that will work for cheap and still love his job, you want a guy with a major foot fetish. That guy will never call in sick. He might need to take frequent breaks during the day, but it’s a small price to pay for such motivation. The foot fetish guy will always work for less pay than the guy who’s thinking “Eww, I have to touch feet all day.” Over time, the free market system would drive out all the non-foot-fetish guys.

Technically, I think it’s shoe fetishists he’s looking for, because foot fetishists would be too busy doing pedicures in beauty parlours. But I’m entirely in favour of people enjoying what they do at work.

That’s like people who like spanking going out and becoming, oh, I don’t know, spanking models?

Whacked

There will be no deep and meaningful post today, munchkins, because my husband has just given me about a million strokes of the cane, and I’m too whacked to write anything more than “Ow! My bum! It’s falling right off!”

(OK, it was more like fifteen strokes, but they really hurt. Really.)

A BDSM film… again?

Apparently, munchkins, people who make movies with budgets and cinema releases and actual trained actors and all that, are making another kinky movie, called “The Pet”. Oh, please, no. Please. It will end in tears, and not the nice sort of tears that one cries after being hit with a cane 50 times, either.

Yes, I really am that pessimistic about the prospects of getting a good kink-friendly film any time soon, even if the film-makers wanted to be kink-friendly. Because, you know, mainstream plots require conflict and complex characters, and complex characters are going to be screwed up in one way or another. Screwed up kinky characters do not a kink-friendly movie make, just ask Lee Holloway.

Problem is, overall wholesome characters do not a movie make *at all*.
I like what Mistress Matisse (on whose blog I’ve found the link) has to say about what is known about “The Pet” for now:

I mean, a global sex-slave market that runs around kidnapping kinky women from rich guys? Please. Such an organization would have to beat off applicants with a stick, pun intended. If there weren’t tons of people who liked the idea of giving up control to a strict and repressive overlord, we wouldn’t have the current presidential administration.

Okay, that’s a joke, sort of. But really, the trick for such an organization would be finding appropriately wealthy owners with the pictured lavish estates and tons of free time. Cute little muffins who’d want to be slaves to such people are a dime a dozen.

All of this doesn’t mean that I won’t watch the news about this film with a lot of interest, or that I won’t go and see it. Of course I will. I’m that sort of a masochist.