Guest Post from MrA: New Spanking Game

I am very pleased to announce that my partner -- who comments here as Arthur, but who many of you know as Mr A -- has graced Mischief Managed with a guest post! He is eager to tell you all about a new spanking game we recently devised together -- involving a pair of dice, and a multitude of implements!

Soon, he will be starting his own blog, where he will be sharing his thoughts on spanking as someone from the giving end -- as well as a fair dose of his very own spanking-inspired creativity :D Check back here very soon for a link to begin reading more from Mr A!

Meanwhile, please enjoy his stirring account of our new game -- and let us know what you think! :D:D

Hello Rayne’s Dear Readers!

I can’t think of a better place to introduce our newly contrived game, than a blog named “Mischief Managed”. What a perfect way to describe a game which blends the very reason we all find ourselves on this blog together...

1. Spanking

2. Implements

3. Anticipation

4. More Spanking

Before launching in to the rules, lets cover a bit of the background which resulted in this ingenious game.

As you readers know, recently myself and Rayne have embarked on a journey of partnership, friendship, love, commitment, and yes, spanking. And with each passing day, we find validation in our choice to embark on this journey. Mind you, we are human; flesh, blood, emotion, faults and complexities which need to be navigated. As such, we quickly realized that we would have to find (many) ways by which to keep the spanking aspect of our relationship fresh and exciting. It would be a curse if ever we fall in to the vanilla trap of monotony given how much we embrace and cherish our mutual love of spanking.

So, with this in mind, I knew we would always be mindful in our communication as we progressed in our journey. However, I confess that this whole idea of a spanking game was nowhere pre-conceived in either of our minds. Rather, it was an explosion born out of the realization that our combined cadre of implements and desires had already reached a point which would pose to us a challenge much different than monotony...!

In anticipation of a forth coming “play date”, we found ourselves postulating and trying to figure out which implement(s) might be called in to service. For those of you who know me, yes,...my mind went to one of many hairbrush choices. However, for Rayne, her mind was most assuredly on something comprised of leather or flesh. Finding ourselves at the beginning of what could have been an impasse, both our minds began playing with how we could creatively solve our dilemma before the desire escaped us.

It couldn’t have been more than just a few moments, when out came the idea of idea of adding chance to our selection. Having visited Las Vegas a few times in my life, my mind immediately thought of the craps table. Within moments, the idea of a dice-based game was born and agreed upon.

The question now was, how should this game be played? For this, the following will be a rough set of rules which we have found to our liking thus far. The beauty of this game is how flexible, fun and safe it is while allowing a true sense of uncontrollable anticipation to fill the air during actual play.

For starters, the game only needs 2 things...Dice! Two dice to be specific. Outside of this, the game is completely adaptable to any situation. For us, again, we were dealing with the dilemma of how to incorporate our cadre of implements. Hence, it seemed only natural to assign a specific dice role to an implement. Easy enough! Or so we thought until we sat down to the task moments later.

Seems that we own more than 11 implements (Dice roles can equal 2 through 12), so we found ourselves at another impasse. How do we pick which implements are in the game? Well, being a bit clever with #s, I realized that “7” could be achieved in 3 different combinations. (1x6, 2x5, 3x4) So, what if we expanded our initial 11 options to a whopping 21?

Funny enough, that was still not enough! ...and NO, I do not own 21 hairbrushes! In fact, what we discovered is that we have several different types of implements of which we own multiples: leather paddles, straps, hairbrushes, wood, etc.

(Lovely photo found on Cutiepie's Blog)

So with this realization, we set to the task of assigning a specific number, say “5” which has two possible out comes. (1x4, 2x3) Well, since there are 2 options, it seemed reasonable to pick a class of implement which we had 2 similar devices. In this case, Rayne owns a wonderfully sweet heart strap and a very pleasant black strap. With a stroke of a pen, there was our first accomplishment. A few minutes later, some minor bartering (I gave up on having all my hairbrushes as choices, she ceded that a cane could be part of the game) we had the makings of a completed game. Each combination of dice had an assigned implement.

Next question,...how should each implement be used? Great question! Being a game, it didn’t seem reasonable to have that question open ended, and having a set # just didn’t seem fun enough. Simple fix you say? Well you are right, but here we tried to over think this one a bit. The answer is quite obvious, just roll the dice again and there you go, that is how many strokes could be assigned to the implement. GREAT!!!! Well, that is until you roll a “2” which is the cane, and than a “12” for stroke count. To quote my partner,...EEEEEPPPP!!!!

(Another lovely photo, found on Devlin O'Neill and Poppy's Blog)

Ok ok, I agree, that wouldn’t work so well. Again, after a brief moment, we came to the following outcome to our newly devised game.

The roller (usually the bottom / receiver) would get to roll first for as many implements as the players intend on using. [If you can’t decide on this, just roll the dice] Once the implements are known, the roller then gets to start rolling for stroke count. The key here, is that each roll for stroke needs to be assigned to an implement. Once all implements have an assigned stroke count, well use your imagination, or check back for future accounts of how the games turned out.

A few quick thoughts as to gamesmanship.... Let the top (giver) control which sequence the implements are used in, and to what degree. It might be a game with rules, but it is a spanking game, and thus some unknown should be retained. The game isn’t about pain, after all, it is about fun and trying new things. With that, adapt the game as it makes sense. Make all odd #’s flesh (Hand) and even numbers your favorite paddle. Maybe 12 can equal an evil wood spoon, while a 7 is a free pass.

Just have fun, and please remember to comment with thoughts, opinions or recounts as to how the game worked out for you!

Regards,

MrA

Classroom Role Plays

Today in class -- where I am learning all sorts of relevant skills for future use in people-professions such as training, counseling, and mediating -- we did some role plays. In this particular instance, we were about to deal with skills pertaining to the design and facilitation of youth programs, and as such, apparently, we needed some warming-up into the mindsets of today's young people.

We split up into pairs, one person became "A," and the other, "B."

"Now, As, you're going to be the parent, in this role-play," came the instruction from our Professor. "Bs, you are the teenager, who's just walked in late for your curfew, to find that your parent, A, has been waiting up for you."

Go ahead, take a wild guess which letter I had. :)




My partner, coincidentally male (which was against the odds, as the ratio of males to females in such a touchy-feely class was quite astronomical), crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at me, clearly preparing for his role, wishing to fully engage in class and earn his participation points.



Oh, how little did he know, dear readers, the times I had played this same role out over and over again in my own fantasies... Of course, always with quite different results than those of our titillating classroom version... :)


Nevertheless, it was definitely a class to remember!

Spanking: The Ultimate Motivator?

Does spanking really improve productivity?

I think it definitely depends...! :D

Do the spankee and spanker have a mutually benefiting, respectful, and honest relationship, for example? Have the conditions and boundaries of the situation been carefully planned and agreed upon by both parties?

Michael from "The Office," ever the motivating innovator, put this question to the test one day in his own work setting, leading to quite intriguing behavioral changes in his staff... : )

Teach You A Lesson

Before launching into this afternoon's celebrity-themed entry, I would like to extend warm thanks to Chross for his link to my most recent post about my most recent spanking :D It is always exhilarating and nerve-wracking to write and publish about such personal experiences -- and the recognition is very much appreciated :D

Now on to today's lesson...! :) (in Kink-Detection!)

I have made mention before of my suspicions regarding the hidden (or not-so-hidden) kinkiness of certain celebrities...

This time, our detective-like attention falls, quite deservedly, on the vocal artist Robin Thicke.

Mr. Thicke first caught my attention with one particular song released on his 2007 album, Evolution of Robin Thicke.

"Teach U A Lesson" includes lyrics like:

You were late to school,
I'm gonna have to see you after class.
You've been a bad girl,
Someone's gonna have to teach you a lesson...

Not quite convinced yet? Me, either, which is why I went looking for this -- a clip of Thicke performing this song live in Amsterdam, in which he provides some non-verbal clarification for the above lyrics. If you watch, it takes all of about 25 seconds to ferret out a snippet of kinkiness -- much to the delight of the ladies in the crowd! :D (Hmm, I wonder what they were excited about??)



Now, if you are still a bit skeptical, I can understand. :) It wasn't until I stumbled across this lovely back-stage photo myself that I finally decided Mr. Thicke was one for my "Men in ShowBiz Who Would Spank Me if I Asked Them" list.**

And the smoky seductress over Thicke's knee? None other than Rihanna herself, one celebrity whose kinky exploits are, in fact, much more easily discovered... :D

**For the record, I do not actually have such a list -- yet. Perhaps I should start one! :D

Keeping Holiday Secrets

"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, dear Manager -- I should have asked if you wanted to spank her first!"

Shhhhh - Can you keep a secret? :D


I'm Jewish.



But I grew up celebrating Christmas! All my life...! I didn't make the connection between Christ and the holiday until I was something like 6 or 7 years old and began to investigate why "Christmas" was spelt with a "t" in the middle of it... It really is a Christian holiday, as commercialized and ubiquitous as it has become here...

That's America for you! :D

For my family, it is a purely cultural holiday -- nothing religious whatsoever about it, just a solidly American tradition. And a brief time for us to come back together from wherever we have been, spread out across the globe, all year.

We'll be doing it again this year, like always -- the big family celebration of the year! :D Getting tied up together in all the lights, the music, the holly and mistletoe, the shopping and holiday cheer... The snow on the ground, the cards and trees and hot chocolate... The presents.

Yes, lots and lots of presents!

This is always where I begin to feel that little twinge of guilt. :) Why should I be getting all these lovely gifts, when I'm not even a member of the religion behind the holiday? Why should I be getting wrapped up into all this holiday cheer when it's not even my holiday?

Well, it is my holiday. It's my family's holiday.

The spirit of the season is one of such love and charity and tolerance, that many people, of all different walks of life, of all different beliefs and religions, can share in its joy.

At least, that is what I believe. :D

If the keepers of the holiday believe differently, then I suppose I shall just have to suffer the consequences of my blasphemy...



Afterall, it's always better to tell the truth, right? :D

A very merry Christmas Eve to all those who celebrate, and to all those who don't, a lovely peace-filled winter season of joy and happiness! Thank you, and good night! :D

Corrupting Your Vanilla

Perhaps you remember when you were, or perhaps you are now, exploring relationships with one or ones of the more vanilla variety?

Perhaps, like me, you even confessed to one or two of them your particular quirky love of dark chocolate, and were/are able to enjoy a certain titillating mixture of flavors : ) (or, perhaps, also within my experience, they found the idea of the darkness too crooked or frightening, and ran off :P)

Whatever the case may be, I am sure many of you may empathize with me when I say that it can be quite an exhilarating moment, exploring that tiny confession, however it comes about.

In my case, never would I ever outright say to a potential partner, even with the knowledge that they are kinky, "I want you to spank me." Not unless they force me to say it, and even then with much coaxing involved. Instead, I tend to "beat around the bush" -- especially if I am uncertain of their particular flavor...

Recently (this past summer, when the weather was a tad bit warmer :D), I was sitting on a back-less park bench with a charming vanilla romantic interest, after a lovely night-time stroll through the wilderness. Our bench overlooked most of the city, with a view of the river and all the sparkling night-time lights...

You already know what was on my mind. :D

And so it shouldn't come as too much of a shock to you that when I leaned forward, sitting to his ride side, and my peripheral radar picked up his right arm extending out behind me, I turned quickly toward him, my eyes no doubt betraying the thoughts lurking silently within.

"What?" he queried, genuinely curious. He'd been stretching.

"Oh, nothing... I just thought..." and now I'm beating around the bush, on purpose, to see if I can find him anywhere near the same wavelength of thought. If he's not there, I'm not going to push anything.

"Thought what?" He grinned. "I was only stretching."

"I know... it was just..." and, without really meaning to, I'm starting to communicate non-verbally, resuming my forward leaning position, looking almost over my should at him, letting my gaze move from his eyes down to his right hand.

I watch him look from me, follow my eyes to his hand, then back to me...

"You thought I was going to spank you?"

I think I was so surprised I nearly fell off the bench. Usually, it's never quite that easy...! Wouldn't you agree? How did he get it so fast?? :D

Instead, I covered the moment with a sheepish giggle, muttering, "Something like that..." and nestling sideways into him -- mostly so that I wouldn't have to make eye contact. :)

We were silent for a moment, enjoying the view, and then he said, "I could spank you if you want..."

:D:D What a night!

And that, lovely ladies and oh so gentle men, was a successful testing of the vanilla waters, on a beautifully innocent summer night :D

Spanking Cast!

This past spring, Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers started a lovely new Podcast venture: Spanking Cast, which is now in its eleventh episode!

You can find them on iTunes, or listen to all of the episodes right from their blog.


Their most recent cast features Abel himself, and a few of his adventures with "perverting reality," as many a spanko -- I'm sure you can relate -- is wont to do... :D

What fun to come across quite ordinary, run-of-the-mill day-to-day life activities or images that spark kinky thought... :)

The Fantastical World of Harry Potter

On this past Friday, November 19th, Part I of the final installment in the Harry Potter film series was released to theaters world-wide. Of course, I attended the midnight showing, and of course, I was consequently late to my class the following morning, and of course, this sequence of events sparked a multitude of fantasy scenarios in my mind -- many of which I'm sure you can extrapolate without much help from me :D

I have made mention in the past of my love for the series (hence the christening of this very blog -- the phrase employed by any miscreant who wishes to wipe the Marauder's Map blank after mischievous use), and also of my favorite Harry Potter character: Professor Severus Snape, the Hogwarts Potions Master for a large portion of the series.

While the professor (Alan Rickman!!!! :D) doesn't feature much in Part I of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I know that he will play a much larger role in Part II (not too much of a spoiler alert :D), which they are forcing us to continue anticipating heavily until July...!


In the meantime, however, it's ideas like this which continue to feed my own fire of imagination :D Three erring young witches-in-training to be dealt with? No need to make them wait their turns -- magic allows a time-efficient professor to deal with all three at once! And since we have magic, we may as well get creative... : )

Hope you enjoy, and I hope those of you out there who may or may not also enjoy the fantastical world of Harry Potter have plenty of chances to indulge your imagination, as well! :D

'Tis the Season for Perversion :)

Well, arguably, 'tis always the season for perversion... :D

But, at least in America, the months of October, November, and December offer up a rather uniquely annual series of 'major' holidays for the kinky mind to work with...

First there's Halloween -- what a way to kick off a holiday season of kinkiness, eh??

Probably the most easily pervertable holiday of the year...

What with the sudden adult-world freedom to don costumes from all corners of the earth and heaven and hell -- let your kinky imagination run wild! :)

(Artwork by Endart)

Then, skipping our current month for a moment, there is perhaps the second most pervertable holiday of this season, Christmas. How many kinky Christmas parties have you been to? If you are someone who would go to such things, with likewise kink-minded friends, and you have been in the 'lifestyle' long enough to have more than a handful of said kink-minded friends, then I would be surprised to hear you say haven't been to a single one (that is, of course, unless you started building your kinky network any time after January 1st of this year, and therefore may soon be receiving your first invitation to a kinky Christmas celebration :D). If you are not the type of person to seek out such social notoriety within the kink world, I absolutely understand and respect your need for privacy :)

If you don't go to parties, though, I would be surprised if you haven't at least once harbored a single kinky thought about the holiday... whether it is a naughty girl/boy over Santa's lap, or exchanging kinky gifts with any of your play partners... :D

The possibilities for kink within one of these holidays, however -- the American celebration of Thanksgiving -- requires a little more stretch of the imagination...

One could choose to zero in on the idea of the pilgrims themselves: the historical account that they were Puritans from that land across the sea, and as such quite strict in belief and lifestyle. It would be quite reasonable to assume that certain disciplinary practices were quite common-place among the society of New Englanders upon which half of the American Thanksgiving tale (largely romanticized and rather ostentatious, like many modern holidays, I suppose) is based.

From this historical assumption, it might be a logically imaginative next step to create a scene rather something like that below, of a wayward girl chastised by her father in front of the entire family during the Thanksgiving celebration -- as the holiday's central theme, at least in my own experience, is in fact the gathering and sharing of intimate and extended family.

:D The wintry, November-ish feel of this family gathering around something that looks quite suspiciously like a dining table just yells "Thanksgiving" out to me, and I am quite content to extend this as a viable fantasy for a rather elusive holiday :)

I do, however, have yet another solution to the kinkyfication of Thanksgiving... One of my new-found friends in the scene here is throwing a party for just the occasion, and I will be eagerly attending this year's rendition of "Spanksgiving" with every intent to milk the holiday for all it's worth! (Preceding, of course, a customary and entirely vanilla visit with my own family on the actual holiday, during which none of them will have any idea of the places my mind will be re-visiting while in their company.) :D

St. Trinian's Strikes Again

Remember St. Trinian's School for (Bad) Girls? :) The film that had me oh so curious, and many of you both insisting that I see it and pointing ever so helpfully to some of the film's earlier incarnations? In particular, RH of the Woody Back to School Unit made mention of Ronald Searle, the artist behind the original devil-incarnate school girls :D Thanks to RH, I have found some of these lovely illustrations (as you can see!), and am very happy to be able to share a few with you!

I would absolutely recommend checking out more of Ronald Searle's work (not linking to avoid causing anyone on the other end of the link undue shock, but his artwork is easy enough to find :D) -- some beautiful stuff, and, beyond St. Trinian's, an interestingly significant number of rather kinkify-able subject matter.... :D


The numerous renditions of St. Trinian's over the years, mentioned by a couple of readers, has me mischievously considering the pervasiveness of the 'naughty school girl' trope...


And, just in case you are curious, I did have the chance to see the film -- in its most recent form, at least. :) Not only does that exact phrase -- 'naughty school girls' -- come right out of Colin Firth's authoritative character's mouth, but the subject of caning *does* come up!

During a meeting of business-suits in a sky-high office around a giant table, one rather traditional-looking gentleman responds to Firth's assertions that St. Trinian's is simply in need of higher standards of 'discipline' by asking, with a rather suspicious amount of eagerness :), "So you're going to bring back the cane, then?"


"Of course! Well done old boy you've got it -- we'll cane the lot of them--" Was, sadly, not the Firth's answer, but one can dream :D

(I realize the first illustration here does in fact read "by Arthur Marshall," but I do believe that it may be referring a work called "Girls Will Be Girls," illustrated here by Ronald Searle... In any case, I love to see the female equivalent of the hackneyed 'boys will be boys' phrase -- we can have fun, too, you know ;D)

New Hairbrush!

In the world of pervert-ables, almost anything, almost anywhere can somehow be warped into almost any manner of kinky usability.

I am reminded of a long-past post by a pair of friends and fellow (quite outrageously prolific) bloggers (The Spanking Writers), about the potential of a particularly well-endowed bunch of carrots to perform as a spanking implement of any significant consequence. : ) You will forgive me for not giving away the end of that story...

Some of the more prominent merchants of highly pervert-able items include (but of course are not limited to):

• Home Depot (or, as some may know it: Dom/Domme Depot),
• Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and
  
• Williams-Sonoma (kitchen-ware)

Anyone care to add their favorite kinkify-able store to the list? :D

To illustrate the point, just go for a leisurely stroll through one of the above some day, and notice how all kinds of fun jumps out at your already tainted eye : ) Try not to let too many innocent shoppers catch you testing various products on your arm or thigh for relative stingy or thuddiness...

Recently, a friend of mine (and an avid spanker :D) found one such pervert-able, featured at right, in CVS -- a drug store/pharmacy.

As pervert-ables go, hairbrushes are typically among the easiest to convert... But this particular brush simply screamed KINKY, right off the shelf. Christened the "Revlon Paddle Brush" by its clever makers, this new addition to my slowly growing treasure trove of implements certainly lives up to its name!

Not only is the paddle-shaped brush a conveniently decadent, velvety shade of lip-stick red (setting the bar a little high for color matching, aren't we??), it is also just the right size, and crafted from a material that carries the perfect amount of heft -- quite stingy, but accompanied by a lovely bit of thud, as well : )


Of course, phrases such as "perfect" and "just right" vary widely in degree of preference and mood -- for example something that is "just right" for you might not be for me, or something that is "perfect" for me after weeks without any proper attention might not be so perfect early on the morning immediately following an intense bedtime spanking!... :D But the variety is most definitely welcome and one of the best parts of this business : )

Thank you, you-know-who-you-are ;-), for the lovely brush! I will treasure it always :D

Spankopoly!

Much like the spanking coloring books for which I have heavily advocated in the past, it is my strong opinion that the world needs more kinky boardgames. :D

Take Monopoly, for example:


One of your very classic American boardgames. The thing about Monopoly is, it is (for some reason) far more likely that you will land on the "GO TO JAIL" space, as opposed to the "FREE PARKING" space, or the "GO" space, both of which are also placed on corners of the board, and both of which provide you with a substantial amount of extra money every time you land on them. (Whereas the Go To Jail space pictured above merely imprisons you for a maximum of three turns, and causes you to miss the chance of landing on Free Parking entirely...)

Therefore, I propose that, since "GOING TO JAIL" seems to happen more often (aided, of course, by cards that you can pick up which also send you to jail), we make this portion of the game far more interesting.

Instead of jail, for instance, how about this alternative?--

Don't you think this might add a bit more spice to such a traditional family game? :D And of course, the cards sending someone to jail would have to reflect the change as well, along with the "Get Out of Jail Free" cards... Perhaps, "Get/Give Another Spanking Free"? :D

Suddenly, landing on the "GO TO JAIL" space so often wouldn't be as much of a downer... In fact, I might even end up trying to cheat just to get there...! : )

After a bit of poking around, I've discovered that the folks over at American Spanking Society seem to have already gotten this whole game figured out! The version of Spankopoly featured in one of their posts from spring of last year looks quite intriguing :D I wouldn't mind getting in on a game or two of that edition!!

Meanwhile, I will be taking a look at our bookshelves of boardgames, and brainstorming more ways to roll the kinky-game movement forward...

Bottoms Up!

As a small girl growing up in America under the parentage of the baby-boomer generation, my young life, like many of those in a similar situation, was filled to the brim with structured activity. Music lessons, tennis lessons, art classes, organized craft-making, swimming lessons, dance classes, you name it...

Of particular interest to my mother, due to her own experiences, were my dance classes.

I remember her taking specific care with all of my dance activities -- the right shoes, the proper leotards and tights, the right make-up, showing my new dance steps off to family and friends, coming to every recital with a video camera, etc... One of the dance-wear stores we visited once or twice (since it was a bit of a drive away) when I really needed something unique, had a peculiar and yet ever-so-fitting name which always made me inescapably uncomfortable...

"Bottoms Up!"

Just like that, with the exclamation point and everything...

As I wasn't a hard drinker as a kid -- or rather, didn't have the slightest inkling of anything to do with drinking ;) -- the phrase "bottoms up" didn't mean much to me other than it's literal translation.

When my mother first told me where we were going, I thought I hadn't heard her correctly, "We're going where?"

My brain filled with vivid images of what this dance-wear store must carry in product-line, to have such a suggestive name...

Suddenly I was quite sure that I really didn't want to go, and in fact could be found hesitating to enter once we'd gotten out of the car and traversed the parking lot.

But as my mother shunted me over the thresh-hold, I was surprised and relieved to see that it was just like any other dance store I'd ever seen -- leg warmers, dance skirts, leotards, dance bags, ballet shoes, nothing at all that would have suggested something to do with the literal meaning of the phrase, "bottoms up." (To my great and utter relief...)

We proceeded to shop quite happily for quite a while -- I left that store with a good haul of new stylish dance-wear, and, a new-found fascination for the multi-purpose phrase, "Bottoms Up!"

Spanking in Wonderland

I have had the pleasure, recently, of bearing witness to the fascinating visual stimulation of the newest Tim Burton film, a re-imagined Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass conglomeration.


SUCH costumes!

Positively "crazy, mad," and wondrous :D My favorite character, though minor, is most definitely the March Hare -- you'll have to watch it to see what I mean.

Now, in the very beginning, we are still located in "real"-land, before Alice's great adventure. This real land happens to be London, during the century when the men still wore waistcoats and the women petticoats and corsets. Alice's father is discussing a bold new business venture with his fellow smartly-dressed gentlemen, when Alice gets out of bed and appears innocently in the hallway, silent as a mouse, but where her father can clearly see her.

He turns away from his business partners, concerned for his daughter. "The dream again?" he queries gently, and she nods.

Ever the father first, the business-man second, he lets his guests know that he "won't be long" and approaches his daughter, holding out his hand for her to take it, and (presumably) escorts her back to her bedroom. Once Alice is safely tucked back in bed, he proceeds to sit with her and allow her to recount the dream that has been plaguing her and waking her in the middle of the night... the dream with a smiling cat and a blue caterpillar. He then comforts her, and we are led to believe that she drifts back to sleep while he goes back to his meeting, because the next scene is a tremendous "13 years later."

As you may imagine, the version that ensued in my head went a little differently... causing me to be severely distracted for at least the next 3-4 minutes of real-time film...

In my version, Alice's father was still just as gracious and gentle, just as willing to put his family before his business, but this would have been the umpteenth meeting his Alice had interrupted, and he would have warned her that the next time, he would not be quite so forgiving. He'd have given her a soothing night-lamp and good thoughts to think to help her fall back to sleep after the dream; he'd have told her she was a big girl now and that he would have to start punishing her for getting out of bed so late.

This moment in the film, naturally, would have been the one time young Alice had set foot beyond her father's vast realms of patience, and although he would show no hint of this in front of his business partners, once the pair were back in Alice's room, he would fix her with a stern and meaningful gaze.

"Alice."

"Yes, Daddy?" She would look at him quizzically, unnerved by his tone of voice.

"You do remember what I told you the last time you came out of your room after bedtime, don't you?"

Her eyes would grow wide: "Yes, but Daddy--"

"I know you had a bad dream, but you are old enough now to know that it's just a dream and nothing can hurt you in your dreams. You know better now than to get out of bed and interrupt Daddy's meetings."

She would be fidgeting by now, bunching up her fists in her nightgown and staring down at the carpet. She would also remember what her father had said he was going to do if she got out of bed again... she just never thought he would actually do it...

Her father, watching her, would seem to read her mind.

"You know what's going to happen now, don't you, Alice?" His voice would be calm and quiet. He would not be happy about what he now has to do, but he would know that it is for his daughter's own good.

Alice's curly blonde head would rise slowly, and she would meet her father's eyes, trembling slightly. "Please don't, Daddy..."

"I must, Alice. You know better." With this, he would sit down on the edge of her bed, and gently pull her close to him. "I'm not going to stop until I think you've learned your lesson. Is that clear, Alice?"

She would nod mutely, her face still communicating a state of shock at the events unfolding around her. She would not even find the will to struggle as he guides her firmly over his sturdy lap, places his left hand around her hip to steady her, and lifts her nightgown.

His worldly colleagues would wait patiently for his return, sitting comfortably in the study, sipping cognac and listening to the telltale sounds of a responsible, concerned father disciplining his daughter. Small, knowing smiles would appear on their lips as they pondered the fanciful antics of youth, and the trials and tribulations of parenting. : )

Improvise-able Implement

This (improvisation), I believe, is one of the many reasons for my long-standing fascination with a particularly kinkify-able, unobtrusive, and vanilla clothing accessory: the belt.

"Vanilla!?" some might say -- but, yes, remember: there are many, many people walking around in daily vanilla life, wearing belts for no other reason than to hold up their trousers, or perhaps for the trend/look/fashion/eye-catching quality of a flashy waist accent. You don't see these same people carrying around floggers or slippers or canes in broad daylight, do you?

Alright, perhaps a slim number of them may be wearing slippers as well, but there is something decidedly less attractive about taking something off of one's foot, which has been on the ground outside, to use as a spanking implement, rather than from around one's waist, which stays at a relatively safe distance from the ground in most situations.

And, given, there may be a few people making use of walking canes/sticks, such as the one under the employ of the dominating, confident, and bitingly intelligent Dr. House (played by the hot and British Hugh Laurie)... :D

But, in most cases, these walking canes, while food for thought, are not the thin, bendy, whippy rattan kind used for a less mundanely vanilla purpose...


To illustrate just how kinky a vanilla belt in the hands of an unwitting young vanilla individual can be, I would like to relate to you a personal story.

I was with other college-age friends at a convention which required our staying in a hotel room together. No, not an anime or a Dungeons and Dragons convention, although I have been to my fair share of those... And not that this is entirely relevant, but I was the only girl staying in our room (which seems to happen quite a bit around me...)

This happened to be a convention that required dressing up for more than one occasion, which meant lots of lovely suits, ties, skirts, heels, ...and belts :D One evening, after one such occasion, a friend and I arrived back at the room about 5 minutes before the rest of our troop, in deep conversation with each other about some-such convention-related topic. Upon entering, I flopped down tummy-first on the full-size bed, black skirt safely positioned around me so as not to show anything inappropriate, while he went right to the closet and started shedding layers of masculine dress clothes.

I'm holding my face in my hands,
elbows on the bed, knees bent with
feet in the air, typical girl-on-the-bed
position, watching him as we talk.
Jacket off, chit-chat chit-chat, shoes
off, talk talk talk, tie loosened,
chit-chat talk talk -- and then his
hands went to his belt buckle.

I could feel my face turning red at that moment.

It will pass, was my thought: he will simply take off the belt and set it down, and we will continue our conversation as if nothing unusual had happened (which, in vanilla actuality, it hadn't...). But no... apparently my friend was more agitatedly stimulated by our discussion than I had anticipated, because not only did he whip off his belt, making it sing through the belt-loops of his black slacks, but he kept it in his hand as we continued to talk.













Not only did he keep it in his hand while animatedly throwing his arms around in vibrant discourse, but, to make the belt less cumbersome, he doubled it over. Not only was his belt now doubled in one hand, but to keep up with the building heat and movement in the room, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

:-0 I was no longer able to focus on the conversation. My brain was doing somersaults. :D

As if that wasn't enough, my friend was losing himself so fully in the heat of his sentiments about our now almost one-sided conversation that he started pacing, and slapping the doubled end of his belt onto the palm of his other hand. Here I must re-iterate that this is a vanilla friend of mine, who has not the slightest idea of my kinky tendencies.

By now, I am staring. Utterly staring... I think my jaw may have even dropped... He is swinging that doubled-over belt around like it's nothing and I'm lying face-down on this bed in a skirt... After a few minutes of this, he finally realized that I was entirely distracted, realized what he was doing pacing around the room with the belt, and then grinned apologetically. He strode back over to the closet and set his belt down, beginning to unbutton the top of his dress shirt as I eased back into the conversation, and our other room-mates knocked on the door.

Yum. :D

Coloring Book

The idea for a kinky/spanking coloring book raised its bright, shiny eyes to me one day (while I was desperately trying to find an outlet for said kinky inspirations) when I stumbled across this lovely illustration: (if you are the originator or know of the originator please let me know so I can credit you)

Now, I know that coloring books are rarely looked upon in today's society as appropriate adult entertainment. But, then again, neither is spanking, really, by a majority of the world! :-P Besides, the above, like many of the other black-and-white, color-in-able drawings of spankings that I've found, could hardly be deemed as child-appropriate, either...

Wouldn't it be nice to decide just the shade of red the center of our attention should be in an illustration like this? I know I would take up coloring again every once in a while if the subject matter were as compelling. :D It's a movement for the arts! Get out your markers/crayons/colored pencils/paint brushes/wooden spoons/leather straps/paddles and get to it! :D

If I had the means and production materials necessary for the making of said coloring book (one can dream), a few other choice drawings would probably find their way in, too -- please feel free to print and color at your own leisure (as long as you don't try to sell anything!):

A theme variation from Alice in Wonderland, as well as something that could have come out of Jurassic Park...

And a delightful olden-day camping trip in the woods... All with plenty of detail to kick off the start of your coloring pleasure... :D

Law Enforcement

With a recently acquired shiny new car (seems to be kind of a rite of passage in western societies, although admittedly mine is rather later than average...), I have been experiencing much more opportunity to exercise my mobility muscles! =)

Along with this new-found ability to drive everywhere, however, comes, inevitably, more chances of getting caught in forgetful, mild fudging of traffic laws... I would never do it on purpose! Honest! But, statistically, my chances of getting pulled over do increase with the corresponding increase in my time spent driving. So, unfortunately, I have now been pulled over twice by two different cops since the recent addition of a vehicle into my life.

Now, we are entering into the realm of fantasy, because the reality of the abuse of power is no joke and not a desirable phenomenon at all... But it can make for some rather nice day dreams :D


In my version of events (much like a 2009 version of the above drawing by Dan DeCarlo), when I was pulled over in the middle of the day on the side of the highway for doing 85 in a 70 zone (that's MILES per hour, for those across the water :P), the officer was every bit as nice* as he was in reality, but not without a certain courtesy from me in return... He would only be nice about lowering the monetary and reputationary consequences of my speeding ticket if I would consent to being spanked for it, right there, right then, on the side of the highway...

In my version of events, the kind officer was even kind enough to utilize the semi-privacy offered by my car and spank me on the side not directly facing the roaring traffic of mid-morning.

In my version of evens I got precisely what I wanted (although not without an inordinate amount of embarrassment at the locus of the event...) and didn't have to feel bad about how very nice this officer was being -- needless to say, I never even got out of the car for so much as a sobriety test (being completely sober), let alone for a road-side spanking.

Ah well :D One can dream... :D

*It was my first ticket, and he said he was going to "let me off" with a ticket for 5 over on the highway instead of 15 over on the highway, which wouldn't put any points on my driver's license, but would still cost a pretty penny...

Studded Leather

The joys and woes of living with housemates will be known by many. Personally, I enjoy being around people enough that the joys have by far outweighed the woes (*knock on wood*) in most of my living situations. :D People are very effective sources of entertainment, when you know where to look *big grin*

Take last night, for example.

Housemate A, we'll call him John, was sitting on the couch with his computer in his lap (the only PC user in the house), and the TV on. Now John, as it happens, *knows* about my kink, and is gracious enough to respect my wishes for discreetness, even though he can be a tad playfully suggestive at times (which is quite entertaining for me, as you can imagine... :D).

Sitting next to John was Housemate B, we'll call her Mary, and standing behind the couch was Housemate C, we'll call him Dave.

One of Mary's belts happened to be slung over the back of the couch -- a 1.5", black, fo-leather, silver-studded one. Dave noticed it and picked it up, musing, "Hey, this belt has studs on it... that could really hurt people..."

I'm starting to turn red already.

But it doesn't stop there! "Let's see how much it hurts," exclaims Dave, and proceeds to double the belt over and start whapping his own upper thigh with it, quite hard.

John, from his position on the couch, grins and decides to chime in, "You should try in on Rayne. That might be more effective..." I happen to be passing by on my way into the kitchen at this moment, and reply with a fake-indignant, "Hey!!" even though Dave doesn't take John's advice, and continues whacking his leg instead.

"It doesn't hurt." Dave sounds rather disappointed.

"You're wearing jeans--that nullifies half the pain right there--" I'm relieved that he doesn't seem to find my knowledge on the subject odd or telling. Once I'm safely in the kitchen, I call out, "You should take your pants off!"

Sadly, Dave's sense of propriety remains true, and when I come back to the living room his pants are still safely on, and the belt placed neatly back over the back of the couch, at Mary's protesting, "You're gonna break my belt!"

I couldn't refrain from 'accidentally' knocking John in the back of the head (lightly!) as I went back to my seat, and he chuckled, but said no more.

Yay kinky surprises in a vanilla household! :P

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

Kinky Tink

Let alone a plaid or argyle fetish...! This rather newly-found interest in spanking has really made me look at Tinkerbell in a new light.

Sure she was kinda cute, more than a little bratty, and unfortunately a little less than loyal... But I'd never really thought of her before as anything else... I didn't really like her, actually -- she was a bit too "girly" for me... :D

But now...
I wonder what makes her so appealing to me now...? Could she possibly house a hint of kinkiness behind those faerie wings...?
















She certainly does come off as the archetypal "spoiled brat" in the movie... Jealous, conniving, manipulative, greedy... definitely deserving of a spanking, don't you think? :D

But when she's not busy being a brat, she can actually be quite endearing. :D Cute, innocent, and, depending on how she's portrayed at the moment, kinda sexy : )
















I think, however, that this little clip might have clinched it... No wonder she set off my kink-o-meter! :D