Luck of the Irish :D

Well, I guess I'm not technically Irish... but apparently around this time of year, there's enough luck to go around, because I was lucky enough to have a wonderful time at my first spanking party! (AKA, to find myself over the knee of a very considerate and personable spanker :D)


As the party upheld a St. Patrick's Day theme, naturally, I wore green (wanting to be spanked, not pinched...) And while I wasn't brave
enough to don something as straightforward
and demanding as this (true as it may be):



I did want to be prepared just in case my jeans happened to come down (which they did) and leave me slightly more exposed, so I found these:


At this rate, I'm going to end up with a pair of panties for every holiday!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone, and I hope you find what you're looking for at the end of the rainbow :D

Party O'Clock!

Today, I will be attending my first "spanking party!"

(Illustration by Brian Tarsis)

I haven't the slightest idea, really, what to expect. Will it simply be a bunch of spankos hanging out together? Or will it be more like a bdsm party where everybody is spanking everywhere? Perhaps it will be somewhere in the middle?

Will I get spanked?

What level of waist-down nudity is acceptable/expected at these kinds of parties? Are there special rooms for two people who've decided to engage in some spanking activity to go off and be separate from the crowd, or will people be getting put over knees right in the middle of the living room?

Might I be one of them?

How appropriate is it to watch/comment/interact while spanking may be happening? Who will be there? Is it going to be mostly spankees with nobody to spank them, or will it be a whole bunch of spankers with nobody to spank? Will the coffee table in the sitting room be arranged with a display of implements for the use of the party guests?

Would it be too obvious if I pointed at one and pondered aloud, "Ooh, I wonder what that one would feel like...?"

Will people be having casual conversations about spanking? Will they be pouncing on me with questions because I'm new to their party group? Will I clam up or will the social butterfly feel comfortable enough to come out?

Will somebody offer to/insist that they spank me?

What do people wear to these things? Will most people be going with the St. Patrick's Day theme and dress in green with leprechaun hats? Or is it more like the bdsm scene where people flounce about in thigh-highs with garter belts, and leather vests with bare chests?

Am I more likely to get spanked if I wear a skirt, or jeans?

Naturally, some/one question/s are occupying my mind more than others. :D

All shall be answered tonight, I suppose, when I venture out to experience a new type of kinky semi-public event... I hope to make some new friends, have some interesting conversations, ((return home well spanked,)) and report back to you soon, dear readers : )

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. : )

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PlayDom?

I found this image one day recently, while flipping through the most innocuous of magazines... (Playboy :D) Needless to say, it took me aback -- mass media mags (even one so innocent and family-rated as Playboy) don't typically feature themes related to kink (and I really mean kink, here, not sex: the difference being sex is pretty mainstream, while kink decidedly isn't... yet...)



Granted, we have very little (aka no) spanking involved here, but the D/s element is unmistakable. And, as Playboy is like to do, the sexualized Dominant/submissive theme here is being utilized as merely a ploy for advertising (the text on the upper right corner reads: "Classic Look of the Month: Dressed to Kill"... :P "Dressed to Spank" is more like it...) Okay, perhaps it's a bit for entertainment, too, but that's what makes the advert so appealing... :D

It seems we've also rather jumped backward in time a bit, here, perhaps to make the red-dress-clad woman on the ground clinging to the gentleman's leg, and his holding her head back by her curly blonde hair, more 'acceptable' as a time-encapsulated 1940s-1950s Hollywood swooning fantasy moment.

In any case, it's a lovely, sultry, eye-(and mind-)catching image, and I wanted to share it here with you... Not as much spanking as perhaps an idea of one of the many possible relationships that could exist behind and within the delightful adult activity... :D (Not to mention I almost melted when I turned the page and laid eyes on it...)

Oh, and Dear Playboy:
More kink, please?! Pretty please with a lovely pin-up model on top? Judging by the above, it seems like you have the makings to be really good at it...!

Spanked at the Dining Room Table

Being turned over someone's knee in the drawing room, or the bedroom, or the study, or some other more privately domestic location is one thing... but to experience such humiliation in the dining room?! Right in between the kitchen and the sitting room?! Not only that, but with the rest of house sitting right there around the table...! This was a new experience for me :D

Let me set the scene.

I was hanging out with some kinky friends, we'll call them Diane, Melanie, Tim, Sean, and Paul. If I hadn't been there, Tim would have been the youngest. We were all chatting around the dining room table one night, quite innocently.

Innocently, that is, until Paul left for a moment and decided to come back with a leather strap. :-0 (Paul and I have a kind of teacher/student dynamic going on...)

With Sean, Melanie, Diane, and Tim watching, he pulled his chair back from the table a bit and, to my surprise, guided me over his lap. He started spanking me over my jeans, to the chuckling delight of the table -- after about 45 seconds, Paul thought it prudent to have me start counting. :D

I counted to about 10, I think, before Sean decided to chime in, "I don't think she's doing that right, Paul... Isn't she supposed to say, 'One, Professor, two, Professor...' like that? I think you should make her start over..." Although I couldn't see his face from my vulnerable position up-turned over Paul's knees, the wide grin was apparent in the sound of his voice. The rest of the table, wise and worldly as a panel of elders, agreed quite heartily with Sean's sentiments.

At this point Tim made an astute observation, commenting about the idea of "starting a spanking over," as if the soreness and redness of the previous part of the spanking will just disappear and the spankee will have a "fresh start..." But, then, that's the beauty of the threat, isn't it? It's not hurting the spanker's hand any more to "start over" -- they could be at it all day without a problem!

This led to a wee bit of lovely conversation while I dangled bottom-up over Paul's lap, which somehow led to everyone finding out that I can speak multiple languages. How this happened, I have no idea... Thus is the tumultuous nature of late-night conversation...

In any case, this new-found knowledge sprouted another bout of kinky commentary, this time regarding the idea that I should count in another language. I confessed to knowing Japanese, and in fact even knowing how to say "Professor" in Japanese, which started us back off again with Paul spanking me, and me counting.

(Just between you and me, I fibbed a bit, saying I only knew how to count up to ten in Japanese... but that's because at the time I wasn't sure I would remember more, not because I wanted fewer spanks...) :D

"Ichi, Sensei," I started, "Ni, Sensei," and so on, up to ten... And then!! As if we hadn't had enough participation from the peanut gallery :D:D Melanie spoke up and mentioned that the tradition was to give me "one to grow on" after the originally allotted number. So Paul landed another, and I thought for a split second before eeking out a tentative, "Ju-Ichi? Sensei..."

Diane promptly added, "And one for good luck!"

"Ju-Ni!" :D Goodness!

I didn't know that getting spanked at the dinner table could be such a fun participatory event! :D

A Stern Potions Master

Admit it: the title of my blog must have made you wonder...

Well, let's get down to it, then. Yes, I am an enthusiastic fan of Harry Potter -- the books, the world, the writer, the paraphernalia, less so but still the movies -- pretty much everything to do with it. For the longest time (here meaning from about age 12 to age 15) one of my dearest ambitions was to eventually be the mother of two mischievous twins with red hair and green eyes... :D

But can anyone guess the identity of my most favorite character (besides Fred and George, who come in near the top of the list)...? A certain dark, smarmy, intelligent, sarcastic, reserved individual for whom Harry maintained a constant dislike, and, towards the end (but not in THE end), even malice...? A rather stern and sharp Professor, whose morals were questionable to some (until the END), and whose inner strength and confidence in his own identity seemed to settle around him like a cloak, demanding and critical in his teaching...? A mysterious character played in the movies by none other than the aMAZingly wonderful and already darkly dominating Alan Rickman...?

Let me make it easier for you:


Absolutely positively: Severus Snape. (If you are or know of the owner or creator of the lovely image above please let me know so I can give you credit, and ask you if you have any more like it!)

I could never quite put my finger on why Severus Snape's character intrigued me so much, until of course later in life when I came to know more about the ways of the world... :D

Of course, my imaginary version of Rowling's Snape was quite a bit more conscious of personal hygiene, and could even be known to show a streak of kindness or concern on occasion. He also believed in the effective and reasonable use of corporal punishment in cases deemed appropriate for such. :D

The thing I really like about the above picture is the sense of movement in it -- his cloak thrown sideways in the wake of his working arm... the implication of a hard, fast, no-nonsense spanking... Certainly the kind of task that the Potions Master would deem necessary for the correction and instruction of wayward students, such as this lucky Hermione-ish girl. myself.

"I assure you, Miss Bailey, by the time we are quite finished here, you will find that stealing from my personal potions stores, even for the commendable purpose of advanced potion-making, will not be tolerated. If you wished to advance your brewing abilities outside of class, you should simply have obtained my permission as Potions Master, and I would have been glad to lend you not only an allotment of my stores, but my guidance and considerable knowledge of potions as well.

Surely you can agree that stealth and pilfering are deplorable traits for any young witch, especially one so promising and esteemed as yourself. I hope you will think twice about your actions in the future, Miss Bailey, and realize that should there be a next time -- and I sincerely hope there will not be -- I do not intend to be nearly as lenient with you."

:D:D:D

Someday soon you may come to find another Snape-related post here in Mischief Managed, but for now we shall leave the Professor to his work, and welcome any speculations as to what else he may be getting into behind those closed dungeon doors... :D

Happy Valentine's Day! wink, wink (-_^)

The above image, courtesy of MyFunCards, called out to me this Valentine's Day. :D Not only are we graced with the image of lovely frilly heartsy Valentine's panties, but "get behind me"?? Seriously? These are the moments when I question the vanilla-ness of some of the people who make these ads... :D

The idea of Valentine's panties led me to other web-domains, including one of my favorite sites: CafePress! :D The perfect place for finding/making/sending/buying/browsing Valentine's gifts! Not to mention, Valentine's Day just happens to be one of the loveliest holidays, and the one with the most perfect color scheme for a spanko's imagination... pinks... reds... ; )

And... it's always so much fun on CafePress to try out the custom-maker options and see what kinds of kinky things can be made... : )

Needless to say, I was quite happy when I found just such a customizing option on CafePress for Valentine's panties...! I've always wanted a pair like those pictured immediately below, just to make sure that if, unlike the ad above, I'm being too verbally subtle (which happens quite often), he may still get it in the end... :D

But why stop there?! With three cute styles, CafePress provided quite the Valentiney stimulation to my kinky imagination, including a pink and white "peace and love" theme:As well as one with a scholastic-type print and cute little hearts which cried out "Academia" to me... :D

If your creative kinky side has been awakened this Valentine's Day, please feel free to try it out yourself here, and if you would care to share a description of your creation (the style you chose and what you wrote), please do!!

A happy holiday to all, and to all happy spanking! :D