Thursday, December 30, 2010

Spanking Positions

Personally, I find a variety of positions (no, we're talking about spanking right now, silly! :D) quite enjoyable : ) I love being able to mix it up, to find myself in spontaneously compromising situations with my would-be spanker, to be able to suggestively lean just a little further in one direction or another...

Of course, over the knee is one of my favorites -- you've got a traditional appeal along with a certain special kind of intimacy... But the opportunity to try out several different options is ohh so much fun!

A close runner-up would have to be over the couch, or a variant there-of (couch arm, chair arm, etc...) Because of the intensified angle, the domestic atmosphere, and the new-found feasibility of such implements as a leather belt, which would typically be a little more difficult to wield in an otk position...

I would invite you to ponder your own favorite positions -- think about why -- what is it about the position that makes it special for you? The intimacy? The view? The ritual/tradition? The exposure (aka the entire top row of the picture above :D)? Lots of different reasons? =)

Positioning for me is a very large part of the overall experience. Sure, I could be spanked while laying comfortably on my side on the couch watching TV... :) But there's definitely something magical about being intentionally put into, or told to assume, a certain position designed specifically for the purpose of being spanked -- placing my spanker's awareness (and therefore mine) on this one now particularly vulnerable part of my body... :D Reinforcing, and acting as a physical representation, of an already implicit Dominant/Submissive relationship.

Whether it's an "Assume the position," or a "Get over my knee," if your mind works like mine does, positioning for your spanking can oftentimes be half the fun!

Friday, December 24, 2010

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

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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

Monday, December 20, 2010

What *Not* to Say While Being Spanked!

Today while checking my email, I ran across a rather interesting forum title that someone had recently posted on a kinky friend-finder website:

"Simple comments that might get you spanked more..."

Hmmm... I wondered. :D

Ahh, the fantastical things that can be accomplished with the work of many kinky minds... :) These were just a few of the posts people had offered so far (along with a few of my own creations):

While over your spanker's lap, during the spanking:

"Did you know your watch glows in the dark?"

"I should paint this room green..."

"Did you know your shoes are untied?"

And, one particularly naughty girl offered, not a comment, but a suggestion: Tying his shoe laces together... :D You'd either get spanked more if he notices while you're doing it, or dragged back for more after he stands up and almost falls over... What a terrible trick! :D

During a lecture:

"Oh, were you talking to me? I didn't hear anything you just said!"

"It's pronounced 'CUM-ula-tive,' honey, not 'cuh-MUL-ative'..."

In response to, "Have you learned your lesson yet?":

"Why, is there going to be a test later?"

"Oh wait, I think I left something in the oven!"

"Never let you find out when I do something wrong?"

In response to, "Do I need to start over?":

"Why, did you lose count?"

"You started already??"

Just a few ideas, in case you're really a good girl like me, and need some extra help getting into trouble sometimes... :D:D

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Cast Your Vote!

For: The Spanking Blog of the Year!

I would go on a glorified rant about the importance of exercising one's hard-won civil liberties to have a say in the formation of the world, but I would be preaching to the choir! Of course you want your favorite blog to win! :)

Voting will close at the end of 2010 so get your votes in fast
at The Spanking Spot -- host and sponsor of the award :D!

Up this year are two of my very good friends, whom I have the very great pleasure of knowing in person: Miss Pink of The Pink Report and Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers.

Even with two such wonderful contestants, the list is long and many fantabulous blogs and bloggers are in the running! Such a difficult choice!! :D Good luck to everybody and happy voting!!! :)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Double Take License Plate

While driving back from dropping a friend off at the airport yesterday, I happened to notice a rather unique license plate out of the corner of my eye. In that brief moment, it looked a little something like this:

It was enough to make me want to look again, just to make sure :D

Of course, I was speeding along at a pretty brisk clip on the highway, and didn't have too much time to look closely, so perhaps I really did see it -- and perhaps my mind was simply perving someone's innocent three-letter license plate without my permission...

In any case, it was a nice surprise :D

Imagine if, instead, it had been something more like this...

I think I would have found myself trying to explain to my family how I had managed to lose control and crash the car on a perfectly clear, sunny winter day with no other complications in sight... :)

Monday, December 13, 2010

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... :)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Even Good Girls Need Spankings

Ahh kinky merchandise... :D

Not only does my collection of implements and kinky outfits seem to be continually growing -- now the trend appears to have begun infiltrating my very wardrobe! (Thanks in large part to my lovely and very generous kinky friends :D)

I recently became the proud owner of my first pronouncedly kinky T-shirt:

:D :D It says I'm a good girl! :) Not only that, but it promises that even if I am a good girl, I don't have to worry about never getting spanked!

As you can see above, the s-word is very strategically high-lighted... and, closer in on the right, an illustration is included just in case the text needs a little more explanation...

Can you see her pink little bottom? And the mark is even stick-man hand-shaped! How cute is that?? :D

Now I just have to make sure I don't leave it unattended in the communal apartment laundry room... Or forget that I'm wearing it when I walk out the door!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Phrases of Consequence

Recently, I had the wonderful pleasure of visiting an old friend again back in the lands before grad-school, and consequently experiencing quite an exhilarating spanking adventure :D

It is rather amazing what two kinky minds can concoct in the space of simply a few hours... with only an empty house, a folding chair, and a bag of implements. : ) I would like to share with you all some of the most impressionistic highlights of the afternoon...

Firstly, when he put his fingers into the front of my jeans and gripped, pulling me toward him by my waist -- using my jeans as a handle, pretty much, to exercise a certain amount of gentle control over my movement (and not only that, but centering that control around that just-below-the-belt area) -- and then proceeded to undo the button and zipper himself after this brief bout of authoritative maneuvering.

Secondly, when he made a point of shifting my positioning so that my hips were centered over one of his knees, rather than both -- the curve of a single thigh as opposed to two makes for a very different feeling of exposure (and I'm sure that it translates into more than just the feeling! -- but I wouldn't know -- spankers, does the actual view shift proportionately, as well?? :D)

And Thirdly -- one of several climactic moments of the entire experience (for me, anyway :D) -- when I was over his lap, his left hand clasped around one of my wrists at the small of my back (and therefore his left fore-arm pressing down on me), his right hand spanking expertly, and he said to me, "Naughty little girl... has to be put over a man's knee and spanked..." OMG I nearly melted on the spot :)

I had never quite heard that exact combination of words before -- but somehow just then it coursed through me like electricity (and still does whenever I replay them again... and again... and again... :D) Ahhh the lovely, long-lasting, and highly impactful power of words...

Thank you, my friend, and may our paths soon cross again! :)

Sunday, November 21, 2010

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

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

'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

Saturday, November 6, 2010

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)

Sunday, October 31, 2010

All Hallow's Eve!

Happy Halloween everyone!

On this particular festive occasion, I am inclined to zero in on one small facet of the Halloween-scene... :D

That's right! Vampires! No, nothing to do with glittering Edwards or Forks at Twilight -- no no no. :) My inspiration stems entirely from another Hallow's Eve-worthy cinematic source... Namely: Interview with the Vampire, based on the book of the same title by Anne Rice, starring Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, and Kirsten Dunst, along with a lovely little bit of Antonio Banderas -- Yum!

While most of the film is rather dark, dank, and sinister, as one might typically expect vampiric depictions to be, the poise, timeless knowledge, Victorian style, and confident decorum of the three main characters speaks very much to my fantasy-forming imagination :)

Rather than launching into a thorough breakdown of the entire plot, thus negating the possibility of any of you actually going to see the movie for yourselves, I will provide some brief background knowledge and then highlight the one particular moment that led me to feature this particular film here this Halloween, for reasons that will soon become clear. :)

Claudia, the little girl in the picture above, was a young child when Lestat (far right) made her into a vampire. Lestat also made Louis (left, near Claudia) a vampire -- but Louis, a humanitarian, struggled tremendously with the cold hard fact that he must kill people in order to survive himself as a vampire. Basically, Lestat, distant and self-absorbed, treats Claudia as a prized pupil, while Louis, full of moral fiber, and who lost his wife and child before becoming a vampire, thinks of Claudia almost as his second chance at raising a daughter.

Kinkify-able Theme #1: Two 18th-(to early 19th)-century men of principle, one something of a tutor, one something of a father, taking on the responsibility of rearing a young female charge.

As Claudia grows in experience and intellectual prowess, but not in physical appearance (as a vampire, she is forever bound into her current physical state), she begins to resent the fact that she's been made into an immortal child-doll, never able to grow into womanhood. She loves Louis, her father figure, too much to remain angry with him, but instead lets this rage loose on Lestat, constructing a scheme to kill him. As you may know, however, it is very difficult to kill a vampire.

Kinkify-able Theme #2: Our young heroine, as she comes of age, lashes out in rebellion at the male authority figures in her life (albeit a little more viciously than may be typical), therefore warranting certain disciplinary action.

The scheme backfires, and one night Lestat, gaunt and filthy from trying to eek out a living in the Mississippi river where Claudia and Louis had dumped him, appears again in their home. The two of them discover Lestat creepily sitting at the piano by the window, playing a tune that he had been teaching Claudia to play during happier times. After explaining how he "came back to life," Lestat looks directly at Claudia, and says, emphasizing each word:

"Claudia, you've been, a very, very, naughty, little girl--" and then he immediately springs from behind the piano toward the retreating pair, in a very scary moment of vengeful pursuit.

Kinkify-able Theme #3: Well, this one's obvious... :D

Of course it was this line that struck a chord in me when I first saw the film :D I happened to be watching the movie with a very vanilla friend, which made the moment all the more secretly heated for me... Personally I would have much rather imagined Louis, the compassionate father-figure, uttering such a juicy line, but as it is, it still incites quite an effect... :D

I have been able to find most of this moment captured online for your viewing pleasure if you would care to see it -- unfortunately the closest version I've been able to find cuts out right before Lestat finishes with the word "girl," but since you know what he says, you can imagine the word, or perhaps it's even better this way because it leaves you free to imagine your own final word! Just overlook the fact that he's recently spent a considerable amount of time wallowing around in a river and therefore looks rather distasteful at this particular moment... lol

Even just the fact that this line exists in a movie of rather main-stream capacity is enough for me to fully appreciate it, despite any small imperfections... :)

Here it is: Interview with the Vampire: clip from Warner Bros.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Patty's Paddle Art

I have had the lovely fortune of receiving the gift of a new paddle! And not only that, but it is an absolute work of art -- decorated quite beautifully with the artwork of Patty (also visit her blog!), sold on Cane-iac :D

So... while stirring certain passions by mere virtue of its shape, weight, and intended purpose, this particular paddle, with Patty's help, provides quite a whole new dimension of imaginative stirring: the emotive illustration depicted on the open-face of the paddle would mentally and physically enhance any spanko's experience! :) I know it's lovely for me to behold, anyway -- I hope you like it, too!

Thank you, dear friend! You have officially beautified my implement collection! :D

P.S. Anyone notice a holiday theme? The title of this particular piece is "Santa Spanks"... go figure it wouldn't matter to a spanko that Christmas is months away... :D:D Whether it's the middle of summer or just about Halloween, the idea of ending up on Santa's "naughty list" is still just as potent... :)

Monday, September 27, 2010

R _ d / _ o t t _ m

Can any of you wonderfully clever people guess what naughty two-word combo I happened to type into Google image search recently, which yielded results like these...??

Certainly not "catty shoes"... or "filigree boxes"... or "naughty nurses"...

:D I'll give you a hint...

This one, a gem of a find, very nearly hit the spot... :D

Sunday, September 19, 2010


So as any doting parent would, my loving mother wanted so very much to help me pack up for my recent move. It was a big one, after-all, moving across country for the longest projected stretch that I'd ever been outside of my home state -- naturally I would be bringing along quite a load of cargo, and would of course, in her mind, appreciate any and all help she could offer.

Of course, this posed a certain dilemma to my kinky self -- sure, it would be nice to have her help, and appease some of her 'eldest child leaving the nest' syndrome, but how would I be sure that something terrifyingly kinky wouldn't pop up unexpectedly while we scoured through my belongings together?

I resolved to simply do an initial scouring myself, purging my room of anything remotely kinky (thongs, skirts, implements, vibrators, shoes far more fetish-y than would have been considered normal, fetish-related books, etc...) BEFORE she arrived to help me pack up the rest. I put everything I didn't want her to see into an opaque tub, with a snap-shut lid, placed it outside my bedroom door, and piled a bunch of other miscellaneous unimportant heavy things on top of and around it. The safest way I could think of to shield my particularly deviant interests from the one person in my life I would be most unwilling to share them with... :)

So, my mother came to town, and we set to work, going inch-by-inch through my room-full of belongings, deciding what I would take with me, what I could discard, and what she would take back with her to put in storage in my old room at her house, etc...

I knew that I'd put a lot of things I wouldn't need, and hadn't used all year, in the bottom of my closet, so I encouraged her to start going through that while I was looking through some old papers, deciding what was important enough to file away. She pulled out old books, a stuffed animal or two, stored materials for miscellaneous projects long since abandoned, and then, a plastic bag.

I didn't think twice about the bag, absorbed as I was in my stack of papers on the other side of my room, until my mother began unraveling it. Slowly, very slowly, as she quickly peeled away layers of plastic bag, I began to see more clearly what had been packed away inside. It was black, thin, and maybe a little over a foot long.

...[[insert an ineffable moment of intense panic here]]...

She finished unraveling, and out of the bag, into her hand, landed a black leather strap.

This black leather strap, to be precise...

Which is actually one of the meanest-looking implements I own, if in fact one of the least menacing in actuality...

How did I handle this inopportune situation? My fellow spankos -- I was so proud of myself!

Without missing a beat, as she turned to look up at me with the strap in her hand, I assumed a completely non-plussed, nonchalant expression and turned back to my papers as if nothing out of ordinary had happened, and intoned quite emotionless-ly, "Well, you can see why that was packed away under everything and completely forgotten..."

It had, in fact, been forgotten, although not for the reasons that I was implying.

She shrugged, quite innocently believing me, rolled it back up in the plastic bag, set it down, and went back to removing old belongings from the mysterious depths of my closet. I breathed, praying that nothing else of the kind would show up, and neither of us has mentioned the brief incident since! (*touch wood*)

By goodness, though, was that a scare. :D You can imagine where my heart jumped to in that instant -- I still get shivers just thinking about how much worse that could have been... *Phew!!*

At least I know that I will have the ability to handle it grandly, should there ever come another situation where I may feel just as unequivocally "busted" in the future... :D

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Kinky Gaga

If anyone has ever seen the fabulous show America's Best Dance Crew (ABDC), you may recognize this clip:

ABDC's Bluprint Cru: Lady Gaga Challenge

It's a Canadian group (I know... "America's?"), called Blueprint Cru, performing their Lady Gaga challenge to "Bad Romance" : )

They surprised me, too, when I watched the debut performance in the living room with my housemates! :P

I've always thought that Lady Gaga seemed to exhibit rather dark and dangerous motifs... And she's definitely not the only popstar to do so, either :D This rendition of Bad Romance taps very deeply and I think accurately into the turbulent, morbid decadence under-pinning not only this song, but a lot of miss Gaga's work.

While this clip is quite devoid of spanking, the overall BDSM and kink-tastic themes are quite fascinating :D

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

As a young and budding spanko, I found myself -- much in the same vein as with the aforementioned childhood tale of Peter Rabbit -- quite thoroughly fascinated with another classic tale, this one of American origin, quite a bit longer, and absolutely rampant with the myriad adventures of rather naughty young heros and heroines.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,
by the ever-entertaining and thought-provoking Mark Twain, details quite a few instances, actually, of Tom's encounters with implement-wielding adults. In the very First Chapter, Tom finds himself at the mercy of his Aunt, after having been caught sneaking jam in the closet...

Then later (Chapter 6) Tom runs amok with the schoolmaster, having decided on a whim of folly to tell the truth about why he'd been late for class...

But my absolute favorite part (all of Chapter 20), which I must detail for you here, is when it is actually our heroine, the young Becky Thatcher, who commits the major offense, and Tom who becomes her true hero : ) The build-up is intense, the emotions within our poor young girl ever so true to my heart, and the writing superb -- please enjoy, and if you get the chance to pick up the book, it really is a very entertaining read! :D

Excerpt from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, by Mark Twain:

Chapter XX:

There was something about Aunt Polly's manner, when she kissed Tom, that swept away his low spirits and made him light-hearted and happy again. He started to school and had the luck of coming upon Becky Thatcher at the head of Meadow Lane. His mood always determined his manner. Without a moment's hesitation he ran to her and said:

"I acted mighty mean to-day, Becky, and I'm so sorry. I won't ever, ever do that way again, as long as ever I live -- please make up, won't you?"

The girl stopped and looked him scornfully in the face:

"I'll thank you to keep yourself to yourself, Mr. Thomas Sawyer. I'll never speak to you again."

She tossed her head and passed on. Tom was so stunned that he had not even presence of mind enough to say "Who cares, Miss Smarty?" until the right time to say it had gone by. So he said nothing. But he was in a fine rage, nevertheless. He moped into the schoolyard wishing she were a boy, and imagining how he would trounce her if she were. He presently encountered her and delivered a stinging remark as he passed. She hurled one in return, and the angry breach was complete. It seemed to Becky, in her hot resentment, that she could hardly wait for school to "take in," she was so impatient to see Tom flogged for the injured spelling-book. If she had had any lingering notion of exposing Alfred Temple, Tom's offensive fling had driven it entirely away.

Poor girl, she did not know how fast she was nearing trouble herself. The master, Mr. Dobbins, had reached middle age with an unsatisfied ambition. The darling of his desires was, to be a doctor, but poverty had decreed that he should be nothing higher than a village schoolmaster. Every day he took a mysterious book out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes were reciting. He kept that book under lock and key. There was not an urchin in school but was perishing to have a glimpse of it, but the chance never came. Every boy and girl had a theory about the nature of that book; but no two theories were alike, and there was no way of getting at the facts in the case. Now, as Becky was passing by the desk, which stood near the door, she noticed that the key was in the lock! It was a precious moment. She glanced around; found herself alone, and the next instant she had the book in her hands. The title-page -- Professor Somebody's Anatomy -- carried no information to her mind; so she began to turn the leaves. She came at once upon a handsomely engraved and colored frontispiece -- a human figure, stark naked. At that moment a shadow fell on the page and Tom Sawyer stepped in at the door and caught a glimpse of the picture. Becky snatched at the book to close it, and had the hard luck to tear the pictured page half down the middle. She thrust the volume into the desk, turned the key, and burst out crying with shame and vexation.

"Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be, to sneak up on a person and look at what they're looking at."

"How could I know you was looking at anything?"

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tom Sawyer; you know you're going to tell on me, and oh, what shall I do, what shall I do! I'll be whipped, and I never was whipped in school."

Then she stamped her little foot and said:

"Be so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to happen. You just wait and you'll see! Hateful, hateful, hateful!" -- and she flung out of the house with a new explosion of crying.

Tom stood still, rather flustered by this onslaught. Presently he said to himself:

"What a curious kind of a fool a girl is! Never been licked in school! Shucks! What's a licking! That's just like a girl -- they're so thin-skinned and chicken-hearted. Well, of course I ain't going to tell old Dobbins on this little fool, because there's other ways of getting even on her, that ain't so mean; but what of it? Old Dobbins will ask who it was tore his book. Nobody'll answer. Then he'll do just the way he always does -- ask first one and then t'other, and when he comes to the right girl he'll know it, without any telling. Girls' faces always tell on them. They ain't got any backbone. She'll get licked. Well, it's a kind of a tight place for Becky Thatcher, because there ain't any way out of it." Tom conned the thing a moment longer, and then added: "All right, though; she'd like to see me in just such a fix -- let her sweat it out!"

Tom joined the mob of skylarking scholars outside. In a few moments the master arrived and school "took in." Tom did not feel a strong interest in his studies. Every time he stole a glance at the girls' side of the room Becky's face troubled him. Considering all things, he did not want to pity her, and yet it was all he could do to help it. He could get up no exultation that was really worthy the name. Presently the spelling-book discovery was made, and Tom's mind was entirely full of his own matters for a while after that. Becky roused up from her lethargy of distress and showed good interest in the proceedings. She did not expect that Tom could get out of his trouble by denying that he spilt the ink on the book himself; and she was right. The denial only seemed to make the thing worse for Tom. Becky supposed she would be glad of that, and she tried to believe she was glad of it, but she found she was not certain. When the worst came to the worst, she had an impulse to get up and tell on Alfred Temple, but she made an effort and forced herself to keep still -- because, said she to herself, "he'll tell about me tearing the picture sure. I wouldn't say a word, not to save his life!"

Tom took his whipping and went back to his seat not at all broken-hearted, for he thought it was possible that he had unknowingly upset the ink on the spelling-book himself, in some skylarking bout -- he had denied it for form's sake and because it was custom, and had stuck to the denial from principle.

A whole hour drifted by, the master sat nodding in his throne, the air was drowsy with the hum of study. By and by, Mr. Dobbins straightened himself up, yawned, then unlocked his desk, and reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it. Most of the pupils glanced up languidly, but there were two among them that watched his movements with intent eyes. Mr. Dobbins fingered his book absently for a while, then took it out and settled himself in his chair to read! Tom shot a glance at Becky. He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she did, with a gun levelled at its head. Instantly he forgot his quarrel with her. Quick -- something must be done! done in a flash, too! But the very imminence of the emergency paralyzed his invention. Good! -- he had an inspiration! He would run and snatch the book, spring through the door and fly. But his resolution shook for one little instant, and the chance was lost -- the master opened the volume. If Tom only had the wasted opportunity back again! Too late. There was no help for Becky now, he said. The next moment the master faced the school. Every eye sank under his gaze. There was that in it which smote even the innocent with fear. There was silence while one might count ten -- the master was gathering his wrath. Then he spoke: "Who tore this book?"

There was not a sound. One could have heard a pin drop. The stillness continued; the master searched face after face for signs of guilt.

"Benjamin Rogers, did you tear this book?"

A denial. Another pause.

"Joseph Harper, did you?"

Another denial. Tom's uneasiness grew more and more intense under the slow torture of these proceedings. The master scanned the ranks of boys -- considered a while, then turned to the girls:

"Amy Lawrence?"

A shake of the head.

"Gracie Miller?"

The same sign.

"Susan Harper, did you do this?"

Another negative. The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation.

"Rebecca Thatcher" [Tom glanced at her face -- it was white with terror] -- "did you tear -- no, look me in the face" [her hands rose in appeal] -- "did you tear this book?"

A thought shot like lightning through Tom's brain. He sprang to his feet and shouted -- "I done it!"

The school stared in perplexity at this incredible folly. Tom stood a moment, to gather his dismembered faculties; and when he stepped forward to go to his punishment the surprise, the gratitude, the adoration that shone upon him out of poor Becky's eyes seemed pay enough for a hundred floggings. Inspired by the splendor of his own act, he took without an outcry the most merciless flaying that even Mr. Dobbins had ever administered; and also received with indifference the added cruelty of a command to remain two hours after school should be dismissed -- for he knew who would wait for him outside till his captivity was done, and not count the tedious time as loss, either.

Tom went to bed that night planning vengeance against Alfred Temple; for with shame and repentance Becky had told him all, not forgetting her own treachery; but even the longing for vengeance had to give way, soon, to pleasanter musings, and he fell asleep at last with Becky's latest words lingering dreamily in his ear --

"Tom, how could you be so noble!"...

:D Thank you for reading!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Kinky Wear: Restraint Edition

'Tis almost morning,
I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread
plucks it b
ack again,
So loving-jealous
of his liberty.

I would I were thy bird.

Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night!
Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

When I moved across the country to graduate school, I left behind a wonderful community of friends and family, both kinky and vanilla. In particular, as a part of a polyamorous BDSM family (a household, actually, of which I was a non-house member), I learned a great deal about myself, about the kinky lifestyle, about relationships, and about BDSM in general (and not to mention fit in quite a bit of spanking :D). I forged incredible relationships with people who will remain with me forever -- souls intertwined in our lives' journeys, whom I shall never forget, and with whom I will always remain closely tied.

But for now, I am away, on toward new adventures, and the experience of parting has never been easy for me to quantify. Both good and bad, happy and sad, but overall a beautiful new feeling of change and growth and forward-thinking along with lovely memories and experiences from a wonderful past.

Before I left, I did receive, quite to my surprise, a particularly luxurious and humbling parting gift:

This is a custom-made set of restraints, complete with my favorite color (purple), my favorite animal/mythical creature (dragon), and my name (Rayne). They are black leather, made with a soft lining and adjustable in size, along with the capability to fit into T-bar attachments for ease and versatility of bondage use.

I was blown away when I saw them : )

These would be much more than I would be able to afford from any maker for at least several years -- they are beautifully constructed by a master craftsman and will be with me through my lifestyle journeys forever : )

Thank you, my dear Professor, and while parting may be such sweet sorrow, I will always have you in my heart :D

(Statue photography by Tony Northrup; if anyone happens to know the artist of the lovely painting please enlighten me!)

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Happy Birthday :D

Today is a wondrous day -- my birthday! :D

No spankings as of yet, but I shall keep you posted... =) Meanwhile, please enjoy the delightful little postcard I found above, as published by David C. Cook in 1909. My we spankos go back quite a ways, don't we? :D

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Searching for the Kink-Friendliest Apartment :D

Little did my land-lord know.... :D

Phew! *flops down on the futon and cuddles with the laptop*

All moved in! I must say, schlepping across country in a caravan of vehicles to move me into grad-school was quite a trip! :D But now everything is in, all the dust has settled, and I am cozily happy in my new surroundings.

Although I won't be posting any pictures, I will provide you with a brief list of reasons why this apartment, above all the others I viewed and considered, meshed so well with my particularly kinky interests:

1) It is off the beaten track of the main building: I am on a corner, in a wing of the building, with no-one in apartments on either of two walls -- these are outer walls of the building, since I'm in a corner apartment.

2) The apartment directly across the hallway from me is vacant, and will be for quite a while, as construction is taking place there for at least the next few months. (Added bonus: construction = more noise clutter :D)

3) The people in the apartment next to mine, sharing a wall, will be moving to a bigger apartment elsewhere within the month. The wall that we do share is the kitchen wall, reinforced with concrete, and therefore I have discovered simply from being here a few days that it is quite difficult to hear much from inside their apartment.

4) The ceilings are high -- 11 feet -- and again, the floors and ceilings are reinforced concrete, making it almost impossible for me to hear anything from the apartment above me, which means that the apartment below me won't be able to hear much, either :D

5) Not only do I have a nifty little column (perfect for leaning up against, being tied to, etc... :D) in the middle of my studio-style room, but I also have waist-high tables provided to me by the owndership, and four high, wide, easily-coverable but still conspicuously present windows : )

And there you have it! A perfectly safe environment (or at least, the best I could find, and not too shabby at that!) for the continued practice of my kinky ways... :D

Let the games begin!!

P.S. Not to mention, I've also been able to procure some sturdy armless chairs (aka, folding chairs :D), and a nicely innocuous place to store all of my kinky materials...

Image courtesy of Ozone Productions

Sunday, August 15, 2010

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