Second Life

Over the summer, I became increasingly in need of some kind of outlet... for spanking...

While researching, I happened upon an article about online social networking that happened to mention Second Life, and happened to specifically mention getting spanked in Second Life.

(@0@) My jaw literally dropped.

When I got home that day, I downloaded the program immediately, and proceeded to have many quite intriguing adventures!!


Has anyone else discovered this treasure-trove of virtual real-life fantasy-land?? Of course, it's always good to stay safe -- I never give out my real name or exact location or other personal information -- and you shouldn't either, just in case -- but wow! There are SO many spankos!!

Who would have thought that spanko communities would be in full thriving existence in a virtual reality? I know a lot of people have misconceptions about Second Life and the sex scene, and that is present, too, but there really is a lot more to it.

Like dungeons, for example... :D


No but seriously, spanking isn't the ONLY attraction, just one very enticing part of the whole. I'd love to meet you if you're ever around Rosey Cheeks (an entire spanko land), Club Spank (a night/day club), or many of the other genre-specific areas. As well as Japan or Ireland... (yes, you can travel the world!)

Meanwhile, happy spanks :D

Spilt Milk...

If anyone else has seen the intriguing newer musical called Spring Awakening, you will already have an inkling as to what I'm about to highlight... :D

Little did I know, sitting in the live audience between a parent and a sibling, that such a lovely-heated-embarrassing-discomfort would be running through my entire body during certain parts of the show -- and more than just one scene, too! I must have turned bright red at least twice -- good thing my fellow show-goers were all too engrossed in the stage action to notice... : ) The musical is overall a very serious and thought-provoking experience, though, and well worth seeing, for reasons far beyond its kink-value.

But for now, I will limit my comments to the particular flavor that some of Spring Awakening adds to our common interests here... :D

The part that really started me going (imagining a much less serious, much more PC, much more playful alternative version), began with the main female character (Wendla) explaining to the main male character (Melchior), that she'd been day-dreaming by the stream all morning. What was she day-dreaming about? Funnily enough, she proceeded to describe a day-dream that happened to be uncannily similar to some of my own day-dreams... *blush*

"I dreamt I was a clumsy little girl who spilt my father's milk--" (or coffee, depending on the version you see) "--and when he saw what I'd done, he took off his belt--" (or yanked it off, again depending :D) "--and whipped me with it."

*shiver*

Goodness gracious I got so hot when she admitted that. :D She then went on to explain to Melchior how she herself had never been 'beaten,' and wanted so much to know what it felt like. He, needless to say, was rather astonished, but this didn't stop Wendla from noticing a conveniently-placed switch on the ground, picking it up, and musing, "With this stick, for example, so tough, and thin..."

When she turns to Melchior and holds out the stick, asking him to hit her with it, the poor boy becomes thoroughly surprised and confused -- hit a girl?? With a stick? He tries to tell her that she's being ridiculous, that he would never do such a thing, but she persists:

"Even if I let you? Even if I asked you to?? ... Please!?"

Finally, he relents. But he doesn't just relent -- after an experimental strike to her backside through her dress, he seems to assume a rather dominating air, grabs her upper arm, and says, "I'll teach you to say 'please...'" before continuing with the switch... Depending upon the acting skills of the young man playing Melchior in the version you see, he may assume a rather deliciously low and quietly intense voice as he says this... MMMmmm :D

After that, the actual scene develops into some less-than-yummy scariness, but thought-provoking none-the-less, and for the purpose of creating individual fantasies, this single scene provides a nice chunk of 'mmmmm' material :D

If you haven't seen the musical, I would highly recommend it, and not only to see this particular part, but to really see a creative, deeply moving, innovative and intellectually challenging show : ) Go with a mind wide open! : )

Namaste and safe journeys :D

Dreaming Kinkily...

Last night I ventured back to kinky dreamland (which happens oh so rarely for me!), and found myself... in class. :D

It was a very complicated class, though... Located inside one of the classroom buildings of the college in my hometown (to which I never went as a college student, but did dual-enroll as a high school student), and yet taught by the (young and vibrant yet satisfactorily mature :D) band director at another university nearby. I know it was him, because I was in an honor band with some friends at his university during my last year of high school.

As far as I know, he has never been to my hometown, and so would never be teaching a class there. But this is dreamland... :D

I was younger in the dream -- still in high school, and yet taking the college class (hearkening perhaps to my experience with dual-enrollment). There were maybe ten other students in attendance. I was sitting near the front (uppity over-confident high school student that I was...). For some reason, I can't remember whether it had to do with not understanding a homework assignment, or not getting something in class, the professor (or, rather, band director acting as dream-professor), became annoyed with me, and sent me down the hall to go make copies of some paper hand-out.

Slightly bewildered, I did as he asked and ventured out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the copy room.

Something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't supposed to be there, as a student, but I went in anyway, thinking that since he'd sent me I wouldn't get in any trouble... : )

Once I started working the copy machine, however, I became aware of the fact that the professor who'd just sent me to make the copies had entered the room behind me -- the atmosphere around me in the dream changed, and I had this overwhelming sense of a kind of delicious foreboding... :D He closed the door, smiling, saying something to the effect of, "You know you're not supposed to be in here..."

Rather than think it unfair, I remember my dream-self just kind of going 'okay!' Unfortunately, the dream didn't go into any details, and instead skipped right to however much later, from a view outside the copy room. He opened the door out into the hallway, and held it for me to exit first, red-faced and, from what the dream told me, slightly sore. I knew that some kind of corporal punishment had taken place, I just knew it! But I couldn't know what exactly, since dream-land had decided to leave that part out...

We then proceeded to return to class as if nothing had happened, but I remember having this feeling welling up inside me -- rather hard to describe... kind of like a bizarre mixture of disbelief, slight frustration, release, curiosity, fascination, guilt, happiness...

As you can imagine, I woke up rather confused, but intrigued and, well, smiling at the same time :D

Anime Punishment

I just recently found this short clip from an Anime -- I think the title and description may be in Italian, or something similar, but the clip is in Japanese with English subtitles.

Now, I was a little unsure about posting this, because it involves a father spanking his daughter, bare and otk. It's a cartoon, which means no children were hurt in the making of this clip. And, as I've mentioned before, in no way do I condone or tolerate anything to do with children in this arena -- I am personally of the opinion that spanking is wasted on anyone under 18.

This clip, despite the fact that it involves a fictional father and younger daughter, has been seriously pre-occupying me for a few days now, and I wanted to share it. : ) This is a realm of pure fantasy -- please understand this -- fictional fantasy only, and something that I daydream about in my own terms.

What I like about this is the tender father/daughter relationship, the fact that he is concerned about her, for whatever reason, and that he scolds her, gently, for not listening to him. He starts off with a spank and then a rub, a spank and then a rub, as if to ease her into it, so that she's not completely overwhelmed from the beginning. Only after he gets to the crux of it, the fact that she hasn't been listening to him, does he start spanking more quickly, without rubbing, and she starts protesting more.

Some of the choicier lines:
Very beginning-- "A bad girl needs spanking."
Somewhere in the middle-- "Yes, it's painful, isn't it? That's how you get to be a good girl."

*shiver* Imagining someone speaking this way to me (as an adult, from an adult), is absolute bliss. :D I hope you enjoy. I'd welcome any discussion points you have, assuming, as we are, that we are speaking and thinking within the realms of consensual adult activities only.

Suzuku punita

Conundrums...

So, I'm a feminist, I suppose. Or at least something to that effect, if we're moving into a day and age where I don't have to be called a feminist to believe in equal rights and opportunities for both genders, and that one gender should not have to act or look more like the other in order to gain power, and that neither gender should be made to fit into socially-constructed gender roles by threat of losing social acceptability...

And yet... I melt when I can trust a man enough to be dominated by him.

And then... as if being dominated wasn't enough... to be spanked by him...

Talk about subjugation and humiliation and gender divide...! : ) And yet, that's what I want... For me personally, anyway...

This issue has been talked about and written about many times before. How do I reconcile this absolute knowledge that gender is equal -- in ideology, anyway, which is not always reflected in actual societal reality -- and yet that I personally find it so invigorating to submit to male dominance? Granted, I also have no problem submitting to female dominance, but for some reason it just doesn't hold the same zing for me... Possibly because I'm mostly heterosexual, and because the feeling is a very sexually-charged one, in my case... :D

Perhaps the way I get around a bit of it is by specifying that it's a very personal thing -- I don't by any means subscribe to any beliefs involving the general subjugation of women and overall dominance of men -- no way... So in that sense, I can claim personal preference. Although, at the same time, I don't feel comfortable submitting in every aspect of my life, nor allowing the rest of the world to know how I feel...

I would be really interested to hear from others about their take on this kind of thought... Both men and women, who enjoy either dominating or submitting to either gender...

Ludacris is Spanking?

As many spankos/kinksters will empathize, sometimes everyday vanilla life will throw an exhilarating kink into the mix of the lovely mundane, and immediately I will latch on to it with a "WAIT. OMG. Did that just happen??"

Life comes to a screeching halt for two milliseconds as the burgeoning excitement/embarrassment/arousal/surprise begins to rise in my chest, and I have to push the 'instant replay' button in my mind to make sure I didn't just unconsciously kinkify something vanilla on my own.

One of these gift-like moments rolled over me one day as I was listening to the radio in the car, driving down the road. I listen to all kinds of music (ok, well, most kinds...), so before you judge, the radio happened to be on the hip-hop/R&B station, and a newer song by T-Pain, featuring Ludacris, came on. Now, we won't be getting into any of the rather misogynistic underpinnings (and sometimes overpinnings) of certain kinds of music here, because that is a-whole-nother important discussion and deserves its own space. I would like to choose, for the time being, as I did when I first heard the song, not to over-analyze into realms of gender relations in American pop culture and all of that very serious business, but instead to simply bask in the lovely opportunities for kinky imagination that this moment brought about for me, personally, which I would like to share with you.

Somewhere more than half-way through the song, Ludacris breaks out and does his bit, and it goes a little something like this:

"...Put you over my knee, put you on punishment, woman, and I'll spank ya..."

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard that. "You'll do WHAT??? Can you say that again, please?? Can I call you on that -- I don't think you would really do it -- could you show me?"

Naturally, I had to get the name of the song and then promptly go to YouTube as soon as I returned home to look up the music video... Unfortunately, none of said kinkiness actually takes place in the video (sad day!), but if you'd like to hear the song for yourself, it's "Chopped 'N Screwed" by T-Pain. Have tons of fun :D

Any other songs out there with kink-potential that people have happened upon in the past? It's always nice to have a 'secretly-kinky' playlist on one's portable music player for use when times get tough... :D

Introduction to the Cane

'Tis rather fitting, is it not, that my first (and long-awaited) taste of the cane --

(not this kind of cane):


(but this kind, *shivers*):


-- occurred when I was last in England? : ) How charmingly perfect!

I had the good fortune of having made some friends online, and when I found myself overseas, the double good fortune of being able to meet up with them -- a happy and lovely couple. :D

The cane he used was a thin one, what people who know canes better might call a junior cane... a senior cane is a little thicker, he said... He'd had to be able to bend the cane enough to fit into a backpack, so as not to arouse suspicion when the three of us went out for lunch beforehand... :)

I knew from my previous experiences that I would be nervous and that my nerves would show, so I'd told them about that through email, and warned them that it didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself, or that I didn't want to continue... even if I showed nerves when it was just the three of us together in the room. I just feel wholly un-natural without clothing -- it never made sense to me how men -- or at least, any of the men I've been with, and probably many women whom I have not met -- can walk around freely without clothes -- get up to go change the temperature of the room, pour a drink, what-have-you -- completely naked, without any compunction whatsoever...!

In the spirit of light-hearted ceremony, he had me bend over the back of a chair, said he was going to give me the traditional 'six of the best,' with the last being the hardest, as always, and had me count each one followed by a 'thank you.' :D

He told me that if I moved out of position I would get extra... And he specifically mentioned keeping my hands on the cushion of the chair -- that was new for me, as I'm not used to having to concentrate on keeping my hands a certain way... I'm not one to actually reach back and try to cover myself (at least I haven't yet!), but the freedom of being able to move my arms around has always been something I've taken for granted, and suddenly knowing that I'd have to deal with extra punishment if I so much as lifted one hand to grab the arm of the chair was... rather exciting... *blushes*

I forgot to count the first one, because it was rather shocking, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him exchange glances with his lovely wife, who was on the other side watching my face to make sure I was okay... He reminded me to count and gave that one to me again. Those first six were rather light (although they still hurt!) -- I knew he was more interested in gauging my reactions than anything else...

Much later, after the three of us had played with a lot of other things and had some more fun ;D, he wanted to give me twelve more, harder strokes.

I went back over the chair, far less warmed up than I'd been before (he'd hand-spanked me before those first six), and I had to count again. These came faster than the first six, and the first of the twelve was as hard as the last of the first six had been. I was having some trouble keeping up with the counting, and this time his wife was much closer, telling me to breathe through it... I was very grateful to have her there, understanding exactly what I was going through :D

We finally got to twelve and I hadn't gotten out of position, and he was quite pleased with the perfect set of marks he'd left -- they had me look at the set of thin lines in the mirror. At that point, he noticed that one side was more deeply marked than the other, and he proposed that I take six more of the same intensity to even out the marks... I protested, obviously, as those twelve had been quite painful, but his grip on my arm as he put me back over the chair was hardly resistible...

With those last six, which he said I didn't need to count because they would come too quickly, I came very close to tears... At one point both of my knees were bent, feet off the ground, and eyes tightly shut, so I didn't notice the chair starting to tilt backwards... His watchful wife caught it before it got too far, but he took the opportunity to count that as 'moving out of position' and gave me an extra for it -- which he later confessed was rather mean of him... :D

He told me later that he couldn't have caned me any harder with that cane -- and she nodded her agreement, as she had watched him do it. Through the whole thing he'd kept making sure that I was okay, keeping lines of communication open, which was very important to me. There were lots of hugs and cuddles afterward, all very essential to a successful encounter :D

Happily, it was a very fine introduction to the English cane, in England, by and Englishman, and I loved every minute of it! : ) Well... maybe not those couple of moments just after the stroke had landed, and the real agony of the pain swelled to a peak -- but those were only moments, and the overall effect was well, well worth it... :D

Before Your Eyes!

Last Saturday, I went to my second public bdsm-related event, with a couple of new friends. This time it was more like one big warehouse, rather than a house with separate floors... and it was a lot of fun! Again, so many nice, caring, welcoming people -- lots of scary-looking equipment to play on, but nothing that anyone was going to force me into doing if I didn't feel comfortable.

I did, however, end up over someone's lap.

In plain view of everyone else, right out in the open... I went there willingly (but not without hesitation, out of simple shyness and intense embarrassment), and stayed there quite willingly after he really got started... Since this was my first really public (counting 'public' as kinky public, not vanilla public :D) spanking, with more than three other people able to watch and hear perfectly well (I'd say well over 20 people, actually)... he was nice enough to ask me, "Do you mind if I lift your dress?"

Of course I did! But, then, I didn't... So he did :D

I can't explain it, but somehow, being in that position, with nothing to look at but the floor and the legs of the chair and his ankles, knowing that I'm completely vulnerable and with a certain part of my anatomy in pretty much full view of anyone who cared to look (thank GOD we were only around other kinky people!)... It's mesmerizing :D

Needless to say, I had a fabulous time, and wouldn't mind one bit if another opportunistic lap happened to invite me over (as long as we're not out in the daily public, where police might be called in by innocent bystanders!) :-P

Yay! \(^v^)/ What fun! :D

Instead of Taking Notes...

Sometimes, sitting in class is rather a drag. :D Being a full-time college student, one is bound to run into a few of these situations... if not every day, then at least every week. For me, it's closer to every week, although as my college career advances and my focus-areas zero in on only those things about which I am interested, the time I have to spend day-dreaming in class has lessened.

This is, of course, a good thing.

But, for those times when the lack of a good thing (interesting class-time), translates into *another* good thing... :D Below is a small example.

This is just a short dialogue that I found myself sketching out one day during a particularly boring and repetitive lecture (with thoughts, of course, in pure fantasy-land, of what could happen to a studious pupil caught thus distracted in the middle of class...) :D Please feel free not to like it, or to adapt it to your own likings in your own mind, but to me, this was rather close to the epitome of a HOT play situation... *blushes*

Warning: Some sexually explicit content, please don't read if this offends you, or stop reading when it gets there... You'll also find that the fantasy makes use of a "Sir" and "little one or little girl" dynamic -- this in no way implies anything to do with or anything in support of minors in sexual situations -- all of my fantasy characters are full-on, over-18 adults. Just to clear that up. :)

MUSINGS IN MARCH

“You, little girl, are being bad, and need to be taught a lesson.” (rolling up his sleeves)
“Please, Sir…” (blushing, looking up at him)
“Don’t try to wriggle your way out of it. You know what happens to bad little girls, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir…” (smiling with embarrassment)
“What happens to them?” (smiling, too)
“…They get… spanked…” (biting her lip, swaying from side to side slightly)
"Yes, they do. And do you think you deserve to be spanked, hmm?” (the smile still there in his voice)
“…Yes, Sir…” (turning brighter red)
“Yes what?”
“I deserve to be spanked.” (fidgeting)
“Then ask me for it, little one.”
“…*wriggles*…” (nnnnnnn)
“Be a good little girl, and ask me…” (patient, smiling)
“Please spank me, Sir…” (can’t look in his eyes)
“Good girl. Now, how shall I spank you?” (grinning now)
“…Nnn… Over your knees, Sir…”
“That’s right. Come here.”
(sidling over, hands clenching the hem of her skirt)
“Such a good girl… it’s too bad that you forget your place and need your little butt spanked sometimes…” (he is smiling, his eyes twinkling)
(she stands to the right of his lap, blushing, tense)
(he takes her arm and guides her gently over, her feet leaving the ground, one of her hands grasping his left ankle, her back arched in anticipation and arousal)
(his right hand smoothes over the seat of her skirt, warming her skin, relaxing her) “Mmmm what a cute little ass…presented so nicely for me… ready for a spanking..."
(wriggling) “Mmm…”
(still rubbing her ass, caressing, gently grabbing through her skirt) “Does my little girl want her spanking?”
(whispering, embarrassed) “Yes, Sir, please…”
“Please what…?”
“Please spank me, Sir…” (her voice comes out as an urgent whisper, her hips pushing back into his warm hand)
“Mmmm that’s what I like to hear… good little girl…” (after rubbing a few more moments, he pulls back and lands a gentle swat on the lower part of her ass, right on her sit-spot, drawing a gasp and quiet moan) “Mmmm my little girl likes that…” (he swats again, still rubbing in between, aiming low, and a few more times, drawing more moans) “My little girl likes her butt spanked, doesn’t she…?”
“Yes, Sir…” (squeezing his leg in her hand)
“Mmmm good girl…” (he begins landing spanks in earnest now, still over her skirt, still rubbing)
(she moans, wriggles a little)
“Hmmm I think my little girl’s skirt is offering her too much protection…” (the grin is obvious in his voice. He runs light fingers up both of her thighs, softly, slowly, reaching the hem of her skirt and following her skin underneath, causing her hips to push back even more…) “Mmmm my baby likes my hands on her skin…”
“Yes, Sir…”
(he is whispering now, slowly raising her skirt while continuing to caress her thighs) “You like having my hands on you… touching, rubbing, mmm spanking you…” (her skirt is completely up now, she is moaning) “Mmm! You look fabulous like this, you know, over my lap, your cute little butt in the air, your skirt up, exposing you to me…” (his hand is rubbing a little harder now, over her panties, warming her, over the parts of her bottom not covered, the backs of her thighs…) “Mmm so spankable…” (he begins spanking again, still lightly, slowly, enjoying her skin)
“Mmmmm…”
“Mmm good girl… Tell me what you want me to do to you, little girl…”
“Nnnn spank me, Sir, please…”
“How hard?”
“Nnnnn harder… please…” (she breathes it out, as if begging)
(grinning, he hardens his swats, making them heavier, quicker, not stopping to rub as much) “Good girl… you want me to spank you hard don’t you… turn your butt red…”
“Yes, Sir, please…”
Swat! Swat!…. SWAT! SWAT!!! “Mmmm I want to see that cute little ass of yours, would you like that?”
“Nnnn yes, Sir…” (her eyes are shut tight as she wriggles slightly with embarrassment)
“Ask me…"
“Please take my….panties down, Sir…” (she is gasping)
“And then what, little girl?” (he is grinning, rubbing her warming skin)
“And spank my bare bottom, Sir, please…” (her voice is rising in pitch, pleading)
“Good girl…” (he begins lowering her panties, slowly, relishing the view…) “Mmmm look at that lovely little ass, starting to turn pink…” (taking her panties down to her thighs, but leaving them there… rubbing her bare ass…) “Mmmm all bare, ready for me to spank you…”
“Yes Sir, please…!”
“Mmmm! Good girl.” (swatting again, his left hand curled around her bare hip, comforting, his right hand rubbing and swatting, aiming low, sometimes hitting the backs of her thighs, drawing moans and making her wriggle over his lap…) “Mmmm my baby girl likes her butt spanked…”
(she can only moan and nod vigorously, her eyes closed)

The rest of the dialogue moves into some sexual realms, which I am uncomfortable posting on the blog -- but by all means, if you are curious about the rest of it, just ask and I can send it on a one-to-one basis :D

Friday Night Spanking

Well, afternoon, but close enough :D

Now that the spanking niche of my life is beginning to take on a life of its own (Yay!), I'm finding it difficult to go for very long (more than three weeks... :D) without being spanked... Seriously, it gets to the point where I start craving even just the sting -- the impact, just feeling something...back there :D

Luckily, the lovely world of the inter-nets has opened up many more opportunities to meet and connect with wonderful people who are more than willing, and in fact quite interested, in helping to alleviate this craving! :D So when the opportunity popped up to find myself over someone's knee not but two days after my 22nd birthday, and at the very least a good three weeks since the last time I'd been spanked, I had to take it. Wouldn't you? :D

And here I am! -- A hand, a belt, a hairbrush, and a lovely wooden spoon (featured below) later, sitting on my nice cushy chair, with a nice warm, stinging sit-spot *blush*


Thank you H! :D And many happy spankings in the future!! : )

BIRTHDAY!

Happy Birthday to me!! :D "It's my birthday and I'll get spanked if I want to..." (I hope you know the song reference, because otherwise, you'll just think that I go around singing this on my birthday, and I assure you, that's not the case... :D )

I am now a ripe old 22 as of today! :D And although I don't plan on getting spanked for it tonight, there is still the weekend... : ) *evil grin*

Happy Birthday to all those out there whose birthday is today as well, and happy spanking! :D

Animation Fascination

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