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Topless spanking?
I’ve been browsing through my saved galleries, and happened on this shot, which represents a spanking style I don’t understand no matter how I try to wrap my mind around it.
Here we have Kaylee bent over for a paddling: topless, but with her trousers still on.
Do you see the appeal in making her go topless, but leaving the trousers? Would you mind explaining it, perhaps?
(The image comes from this free spanking gallery)
Northern caning night on 15 March
Some nice people have written to me about an event they’re organising in Wakefield on the 15 March. Although I can’t be there myself, I thought I’d let you folks know about it in case you fancied it.
For full details of what’s on, what it costs and how to get there please download this handy flyer that the organiser supplied me with.
The event is supported by Northern Mistresses at Westgate Old School, Northern Spanking, Central Spanking, Lady Pandora, Jan at ITC & Lucifers daughter. There will be CP/Fetish stalls including Coventry Canes, who will be donating prizes to the Caning Contest winners. Disco & Buffet are included for £25.
Stockings, heels, and a bit of spanking
As far as deviant music videos go, “Like a Bad Girl Should” by The Cramps is pretty funny. It’s like they’re trying to see how much supposedly kinky, supposedly sexy things they can cram into one vid:
I can’t say that any part of it turns me on - dude, that is not much of a spanking - but it’s amusing. In a “look at the vanillas portray kink as they understand it” sort of way.
(Thanks to Simon Jenkins for the link.)
Answer to the puzzle
The various replies you munchkins gave to the puzzle I set you last week not only were quite impressive, but they also told me things I didn’t think I wanted to know about your psyche. (A bunch of scorpions, Ramsey? Come to think of it, you didn’t really surprise me.)
Anyway… Tigetbutt wins the challenge: it was a paddle with holes.
I’ve got a bunch more pictures in this series, but I’ll have to post them later: my broadband at home is dead, and I can only cope with some much staring from other people in the pub as I load up the photos…
The Big Bottom Craze
This news story has amused and bewildered me:
A national dance craze in Ivory Coast has spawned a black market in treatments claiming to increase one’s bottom size.
The dance in question has been inspired by DJ Mix and DJ Eloh’s hit song Bobaraba, which means “big bottom” in the local Djoula language. When it plays you can be guaranteed that the dance floor will be packed with people shaking their derrieres. Even Ivorian footballers have adopted the moves and could be seen wiggling their bottoms in a curious on-pitch dance after each goal scored during the just-ended Africa Nations Cup.
However, doctors have warned of the possible dangers of some of the concoctions on sale.
You can’t please some people can you? “Oh, my bottom’s too big. Stop eating! Forever!” “Oh, my bottom’s too small! Inject random substances into it!”
Gold star to the doctors for stating the bloody obvious. Bizarre remedies off the street might poison you. Hmm.
What ALL men want
In the spirit of recent linking to high-quality rants on the subject of porn industry, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t point you in the direction of this beautiful diatribe by Trixie:
My impression of a lot of men in the porn industry is that they fancy themselves reinforcers of decency and “standards”. They all think that they know what All Men Want, they all think they know what sells (if they haven’t tried it or don’t like it then it can’t POSSIBLY be marketable).
They are very intent on maintaining their perceived boundaries between false dichotomies like bad and good, gay and straight, fat and sexy, fetish and non-fetish, hairy and clean, women and men, old and young. Blurred lines horrify them and the only stuff they’ll accept that pushes outside of “normal” is extreme hardcore performed on women.
The only arena where they seem interested as a group in challenging accepted standards is on women’s physical and human limits.
Even as a girl who delights in exploring the edges of my limits, I can but smile ruefully.
I can’t fault producers for not continuing to make the genre of films that don’t sell, but it annoys the hell out of me when people won’t even try anything different.
Certainly, kink is extremely specific, and any variation risks turning a viewer off irrevocably, but there is a huge variety of viewers, each with their own specific kink or desire. One person’s turn-off is another’s cherished fantasy. There’s no excuse for shying away from experiments.
Then there’s a topic of artistic creativity, but I’m not even going there…
Naughty Kittens Get a Paddling
This isn’t hot by any stretch of imagination (and if it is for you… your kink is not OK. Srsly, kittens?) But it’s cute, and I like the spanking set-up. I want one like that in my garden. To hold girls, naturally, not cats.
A Photo Puzzle
One day a couple of months ago my friend Richard Farthingdale was spanking me, when my husband happened along. Did he protect me in the obvious hour of need? No, he just took pictures. Here’s one of them.
Here’s a puzzle for you people: what do you think he’s using to cause such an expression of pain?
(Thanks to Richard for agreeing to have his face shown on the blog.)
Learn your lessons from Ted Bundy
I have experienced a jolt of pure joy and love towards humankind while reading an article on the Sex Week at Yale, and comments thereto.
The article itself is well-intentioned and earnest, but ultimately childish. Never mind that; let the wee students cut their critical teeth. The comments, though… they are pure joy.
In case you don’t want to go over and read the whole lot, I’ll give you a summary of the ensuing dialogue.
Article says: organisers of the Yale Sex Week suck, because they’ve only used skinny models and gay boy in cowboy hats in their promo materials. We, plump girls and gay boys who are not Brokeback Mountain fans, resent that.
Comment 1: Sex Week? How dare you hold an orgy on campus! They will all be havin’ abortions next.
Comment 2: Sex belongs in marriage. That is all.
Comment 8: Stop whinging, obese cows. Let’s see how many people would have shown up if you were on the promo materials.
Comment 11 (and this is the one I’ve got to quote verbatim):
“I was a normal person. I had good friends. I led a normal life, except for this one, small but very potent and destructive segment that I kept very secret and close to myself.
….
There are those loose in their towns and communities, like me, whose dangerous impulses are being fuelled, day in and day out, by violence in the media in its various forms - particularly sexualized violence.”
Ted Bundy, before his execution in 1989 regarding his addiction to pornography.
And this was where I stopped reading, overcome with love of humanity and admiration for its intellectual powers.
OMG, there’s a serial arsonist about! Let’s ban fire!
…What, you’re sure 99,9999% of people don’t become arsonists after helping Grandma light the coal in her fireplace? You’re sure that a psycho killer won’t blame everybody else but himself for murdering people?
Rubbish, I say. Rubbish. We should ban sex now. Because Ted Bundy said so.
A couple of party places going
Allow me to get distracted from the geek-out of the last few posts to announce the following.
My girlfriend Carrie is running a small commercial spanking party, and has invited me to participate. Wednesday 20th Feb, 1pm start, private Central London location. There will be two of us girls and no more than about six guys, and we have 2-3 places still to offer.
The theme is “naughty sisters”; rest assured that we look alike enough that we try to do our hair differently when going out together, to help people who don’t know us well to tell which one’s which. :)
Email me if you’re interested, and I’ll hand you over to Carrie (she’s the practical one); she’s going to make sure that the event is what you want, and reasonably sure you’re not a homicidal maniac.
This is the first commercial spanking work I’m going to do since the Lupus shoot in July (damn, those marks have taken a while to go away), so unlike my usual reaction to parties (i.e. blind panic), I’m really looking forward to going out and making mischief. Yeah.
