Apologies for the long pause in entries! As a university student, I am prone to fall into bouts of examination, during which the rest of my life routinely goes on hold, until the fever dies and the exams pass (or, rather, I pass the exams! :D)
Meanwhile, along with the stress of studying and sleep-depriving come some very interesting dreams... :D
I have two for you from this time! In hopes of making up for the time lapse...
First, earlier last week, around Tuesday or Wednesday night, I ventured very briefly into the elusive land of kinky dreams, armed with my exam-anxiety... I dreamt that I was taking a test -- one of those mostly multiple choice/some short answer/one or two essays tests... (not that I have those anymore... at this stage I'm either writing extensive papers or giving 30-minute in-class presentations instead...)... For some odd reason, I couldn't concentrate on the test -- perhaps it was because I was so very acutely aware of the consequences of wrong answers...
Every point off, our professor had explained, would be dealt with after-the-fact by means of cane strokes. *blush* You can imagine my distress...
I even knew the counting system: the multiple choice questions, worth less than the short answer and essay, would only merit one stroke per wrong answer. For every point off on the short answer, however, it was another two strokes, and for the essay/s, three. That's three strokes of the cane for every single missing point on the essays!!
Desperately, I sat there staring at the exam paper, stuck somewhere in the middle of the multiple choice questions, already starting to feel the heat build...
Thus ended that lovely dream (I told you it was brief!)... and promptly the next morning off I went to tackle the first of my midterms!
Later (earlier this week), as exams were winding down, I was graced with another intriguing nightly journey, this time to "The Land of Mishaps"...
Terribly odd, I know.
I felt like I was in that book... *thinks very deeply for a moment to fish around for the title* ...the crossroad to..?, the bus stop..., the station of... Ah! The Phantom Tollbooth. A very interesting book -- I'd recommend it -- a quick read, full of lovely metaphors for life lessons and whatnot... Anyway, "The Land of Mishaps" felt very much like the world of The Phantom Tollbooth, with rather bizarre concepts and plays-on-words floating around everywhere, and colored (as is the book) with a kind of British-y tint :D
(I swear, my kink will probably always harbor a connection with British concepts and ideas, I think because my first exposure to kink was through Roald Dahl's children's (and other) books, and my first fantasies thus followed the pattern of old English school children, etc...)
"The Land of Mishaps" was quite full of all these lovely, quirky people, who had come to accept and even to relish the fact that their daily lives were to be ridden with mishaps and mistakes and misunderstandings and misdirections and mis-speaks and mis-thrown objects and misfires and missing items... Things went wrong everywhere all the time and all of Mishaps's inhabitants simply thought of it as everyday life...
I don't know by what means I'd come to find myself there, or what I was supposed to be doing there, but I do know that in the dream, I wasn't a regular resident of Mishaps. I was still very much of the mind that I should avoid mishaps when possible, and thus stuck out like a purple-polka-dotted hippopotamus trying to fit into a puddle.
People stared at me when I didn't trip and fall on my face when I stepped up or down from a roadside curb, or when the door didn't swing back and hit me on the way out of a building (as if I could control the *door's* decisions!) :P
Ladies in the coffee-shop would mutter behind their hands and point at me when I finished a drink without spilling a single drop on myself... Strapping young lads would turn away as if uninterested when I pronounced a difficult word correctly or could always find my keys in my purse when I got to my unchipped, undented, pristine little car.
The discomfort of such social estrangement got to the point (days in dreamland, probably something like minutes in real-time) where I started seriously considering making mistakes on purpose, just to fit in. Small ones, you know, not like misplacing my car or mistaking someone's intentions, but perhaps I could mearn to lis-speak every thow and nen, or "mis-step" and stumble into some handsome man's arms...
But it wasn't until a few days (minutes) later, while sitting in a coffee shop, presumably reading or writing or studying or somesuch, that I happened to overhear a conversation which convinced me, once and for all, that I had to learn to pretend-mishap.
A young woman, perhaps a few years older than me but not many, was sitting across the way at a table with an older, smart-looking gentleman (in a grey suit-jacket and hat), whom I assumed, from their conversation, to be a romantic partner of hers. Perhaps, as I suspected in the dream, her husband.
The couple were quirky and lovely to begin with, stumbling over each other on their way into the cafe and then misdirecting each other to sit in the seat that each was in fact intending as their own... Once they were finally settled and had already mis-ordered twice before correcting themselves, the gentleman flipped out (on the second try) a tiny little black notebook, fitted an over-large monocle to one eye, and began to address the woman (probably his wife).
"Now, Dear, I believe that's" (and scribbling down in his notebook as he continues) "one stumble on the way in, one attempt at the wrong tide of the sable, and *two* mistakes in ordering! Add that to--" At this point his monocle popped out and it took him two tries to get it back in the right way, meanwhile his wife was turning redder by the second and fidgeting in her seat. "--Add that to shutting your cress in the dar door, excuse me, your *dress* in the *dar* coor, oh, hang-it-all, you know what I mean -- along with mis-matching your shoes, and mistaking the mailman for the milkman, or, that is, the milkman for the mailman..., and we've got..." he moved his pen down his notebook along what seemed to be the meticulous list he'd been referencing, counting under his breath as he went... "Six mishaps you've got to pay for so far!" The astonishment and gleefulness in his voice seemed misplaced next to his wife's wide eyes and wringing hands.
Quietly, letting her eyes roam down his list and then fix back upon his smiling face, she said, "Oh, you've mis-calculated, Dearest, it's seven."
"Seven! You are rite quight! Er, quite, quite right, rather... Now, how should you like to receive your comeuppance? By --" she seemed to become suddenly aware of the publicity of their surroundings, and made a move to try to quiet him, but instead managed only to knock his pen off the table, which could not make enough noise to cover the rest of his question, "-- the tawse, strap, or cane?"
Burying her face in his shoulder, she only groaned softly as he realized his mistake, and chuckled, comforting her. "Oh don't worry my sweet, it's only this young lady nearby who can hear us, and you know how she is -- can't get a mistake out of her! Can we, Mister? Excuse me, I mean, Miss?"
To my amazement, as I was still rather in delightful shock, the grey-hatted gentleman was appealing to me, and I could only stare hungrily with my mouth slightly agape and shake my head weakly...
"See there? She won't tell a soul -- have a heart darling -- come, let's get home and take bare of cusiness. Er..." Patting her shoulder and guiding her up and toward the door, he smiled and winked at me as they passed.
Just before waking up, I remember conceiving of a solid dream-resolution to begin making as many mistakes as I could, and to enter into more relations with that intriguing couple... :P
Great to be back! Hope everyone has had a marvelous two weeks :D
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Who Stole the Cookies??
Couldn't help but start thinking of one thing in particular when I saw this picture... :D
That faerie is no Tinkerbell, but she's certainly about to be in a lot of trouble...! :P
Not to mention the cute view, and very convenient position... :D
Who do you suppose will catch her? Her father? Boyfriend, maybe? Perhaps her little sister, jealous that she didn't get there first... Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Mouse happen to be strolling by...?
Do you think they'd let her keep her tight skirt or even her striped stockings on whilst she endured the consequences of her actions? : ) Will she have to be restrained, or do you think she'd be able to stay firmly bent over the edge of the cookie jar until it was over?
Not that I'm encouraging the corporal punishment of lovely little faeries in any way... but this one did kind of ask for it... :D
That faerie is no Tinkerbell, but she's certainly about to be in a lot of trouble...! :P
Not to mention the cute view, and very convenient position... :D
Who do you suppose will catch her? Her father? Boyfriend, maybe? Perhaps her little sister, jealous that she didn't get there first... Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Mouse happen to be strolling by...?
Do you think they'd let her keep her tight skirt or even her striped stockings on whilst she endured the consequences of her actions? : ) Will she have to be restrained, or do you think she'd be able to stay firmly bent over the edge of the cookie jar until it was over?
Not that I'm encouraging the corporal punishment of lovely little faeries in any way... but this one did kind of ask for it... :D
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A Plethora of Skirts!
In much the same vein (or 'vain') as my previous kinky shopping trip, I have suddenly started being much more open to buying... well... short skirts :D
It used to be that every single skirt I owned (which wasn't many) reached my ankles. Then, I got my first *knee*-length skirt -- scandalous! :P Most of my skirts now are knee-length, mostly due to the fact that I am rather insecure about the rest of my legs... But, recently, shorter skirts have been catching my eye...
Not in the least because of my (also recently acquired) love of plaid:
(the straight-backed wooden hairbrush is just for length-reference, I swear... :D)
But also due to other attractions such as cute little belts:
(don't mind the wrinkles, I have yet to learn how to use an iron... :P)
And peace signs!! :D
*claps hands together excitedly!*
Of course, these features are all secondary to the fact that, being shorter than anything I would ever wear in public, they offer a rather enticing view (not featured here :D) for any potential spankers... :P **
**Please note, I'm not this raunchy in person, and actually am usually quite shy... so short skirts like this are quite new for me, and wearing one in the presence of kinky company is only slightly easier than downright asking for a spanking :D *blushes*
It used to be that every single skirt I owned (which wasn't many) reached my ankles. Then, I got my first *knee*-length skirt -- scandalous! :P Most of my skirts now are knee-length, mostly due to the fact that I am rather insecure about the rest of my legs... But, recently, shorter skirts have been catching my eye...
Not in the least because of my (also recently acquired) love of plaid:
(the straight-backed wooden hairbrush is just for length-reference, I swear... :D)
But also due to other attractions such as cute little belts:
(don't mind the wrinkles, I have yet to learn how to use an iron... :P)
And peace signs!! :D
*claps hands together excitedly!*
Of course, these features are all secondary to the fact that, being shorter than anything I would ever wear in public, they offer a rather enticing view (not featured here :D) for any potential spankers... :P **
**Please note, I'm not this raunchy in person, and actually am usually quite shy... so short skirts like this are quite new for me, and wearing one in the presence of kinky company is only slightly easier than downright asking for a spanking :D *blushes*
Friday, October 2, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Second Life
Over the summer, I became increasingly in need of some kind of outlet... for spanking...
While researching, I happened upon an article about online social networking that happened to mention Second Life, and happened to specifically mention getting spanked in Second Life.
(@0@) My jaw literally dropped.
When I got home that day, I downloaded the program immediately, and proceeded to have many quite intriguing adventures!!
Has anyone else discovered this treasure-trove of virtual real-life fantasy-land?? Of course, it's always good to stay safe -- I never give out my real name or exact location or other personal information -- and you shouldn't either, just in case -- but wow! There are SO many spankos!!
Who would have thought that spanko communities would be in full thriving existence in a virtual reality? I know a lot of people have misconceptions about Second Life and the sex scene, and that is present, too, but there really is a lot more to it.
Like dungeons, for example... :D
No but seriously, spanking isn't the ONLY attraction, just one very enticing part of the whole. I'd love to meet you if you're ever around Rosey Cheeks (an entire spanko land), Club Spank (a night/day club), or many of the other genre-specific areas. As well as Japan or Ireland... (yes, you can travel the world!)
Meanwhile, happy spanks :D
While researching, I happened upon an article about online social networking that happened to mention Second Life, and happened to specifically mention getting spanked in Second Life.
(@0@) My jaw literally dropped.
When I got home that day, I downloaded the program immediately, and proceeded to have many quite intriguing adventures!!
Has anyone else discovered this treasure-trove of virtual real-life fantasy-land?? Of course, it's always good to stay safe -- I never give out my real name or exact location or other personal information -- and you shouldn't either, just in case -- but wow! There are SO many spankos!!
Who would have thought that spanko communities would be in full thriving existence in a virtual reality? I know a lot of people have misconceptions about Second Life and the sex scene, and that is present, too, but there really is a lot more to it.
Like dungeons, for example... :D
No but seriously, spanking isn't the ONLY attraction, just one very enticing part of the whole. I'd love to meet you if you're ever around Rosey Cheeks (an entire spanko land), Club Spank (a night/day club), or many of the other genre-specific areas. As well as Japan or Ireland... (yes, you can travel the world!)
Meanwhile, happy spanks :D
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Spilt Milk...
If anyone else has seen the intriguing newer musical called Spring Awakening, you will already have an inkling as to what I'm about to highlight... :D
Little did I know, sitting in the live audience between a parent and a sibling, that such a lovely-heated-embarrassing-discomfort would be running through my entire body during certain parts of the show -- and more than just one scene, too! I must have turned bright red at least twice -- good thing my fellow show-goers were all too engrossed in the stage action to notice... : ) The musical is overall a very serious and thought-provoking experience, though, and well worth seeing, for reasons far beyond its kink-value.
But for now, I will limit my comments to the particular flavor that some of Spring Awakening adds to our common interests here... :D
The part that really started me going (imagining a much less serious, much more PC, much more playful alternative version), began with the main female character (Wendla) explaining to the main male character (Melchior), that she'd been day-dreaming by the stream all morning. What was she day-dreaming about? Funnily enough, she proceeded to describe a day-dream that happened to be uncannily similar to some of my own day-dreams... *blush*
"I dreamt I was a clumsy little girl who spilt my father's milk--" (or coffee, depending on the version you see) "--and when he saw what I'd done, he took off his belt--" (or yanked it off, again depending :D) "--and whipped me with it."
*shiver*
Goodness gracious I got so hot when she admitted that. :D She then went on to explain to Melchior how she herself had never been 'beaten,' and wanted so much to know what it felt like. He, needless to say, was rather astonished, but this didn't stop Wendla from noticing a conveniently-placed switch on the ground, picking it up, and musing, "With this stick, for example, so tough, and thin..."
When she turns to Melchior and holds out the stick, asking him to hit her with it, the poor boy becomes thoroughly surprised and confused -- hit a girl?? With a stick? He tries to tell her that she's being ridiculous, that he would never do such a thing, but she persists:
"Even if I let you? Even if I asked you to?? ... Please!?"
Finally, he relents. But he doesn't just relent -- after an experimental strike to her backside through her dress, he seems to assume a rather dominating air, grabs her upper arm, and says, "I'll teach you to say 'please...'" before continuing with the switch... Depending upon the acting skills of the young man playing Melchior in the version you see, he may assume a rather deliciously low and quietly intense voice as he says this... MMMmmm :D
After that, the actual scene develops into some less-than-yummy scariness, but thought-provoking none-the-less, and for the purpose of creating individual fantasies, this single scene provides a nice chunk of 'mmmmm' material :D
If you haven't seen the musical, I would highly recommend it, and not only to see this particular part, but to really see a creative, deeply moving, innovative and intellectually challenging show : ) Go with a mind wide open! : )
Namaste and safe journeys :D
Little did I know, sitting in the live audience between a parent and a sibling, that such a lovely-heated-embarrassing-discomfort would be running through my entire body during certain parts of the show -- and more than just one scene, too! I must have turned bright red at least twice -- good thing my fellow show-goers were all too engrossed in the stage action to notice... : ) The musical is overall a very serious and thought-provoking experience, though, and well worth seeing, for reasons far beyond its kink-value.
But for now, I will limit my comments to the particular flavor that some of Spring Awakening adds to our common interests here... :D
The part that really started me going (imagining a much less serious, much more PC, much more playful alternative version), began with the main female character (Wendla) explaining to the main male character (Melchior), that she'd been day-dreaming by the stream all morning. What was she day-dreaming about? Funnily enough, she proceeded to describe a day-dream that happened to be uncannily similar to some of my own day-dreams... *blush*
"I dreamt I was a clumsy little girl who spilt my father's milk--" (or coffee, depending on the version you see) "--and when he saw what I'd done, he took off his belt--" (or yanked it off, again depending :D) "--and whipped me with it."
*shiver*
Goodness gracious I got so hot when she admitted that. :D She then went on to explain to Melchior how she herself had never been 'beaten,' and wanted so much to know what it felt like. He, needless to say, was rather astonished, but this didn't stop Wendla from noticing a conveniently-placed switch on the ground, picking it up, and musing, "With this stick, for example, so tough, and thin..."
When she turns to Melchior and holds out the stick, asking him to hit her with it, the poor boy becomes thoroughly surprised and confused -- hit a girl?? With a stick? He tries to tell her that she's being ridiculous, that he would never do such a thing, but she persists:
"Even if I let you? Even if I asked you to?? ... Please!?"
Finally, he relents. But he doesn't just relent -- after an experimental strike to her backside through her dress, he seems to assume a rather dominating air, grabs her upper arm, and says, "I'll teach you to say 'please...'" before continuing with the switch... Depending upon the acting skills of the young man playing Melchior in the version you see, he may assume a rather deliciously low and quietly intense voice as he says this... MMMmmm :D
After that, the actual scene develops into some less-than-yummy scariness, but thought-provoking none-the-less, and for the purpose of creating individual fantasies, this single scene provides a nice chunk of 'mmmmm' material :D
If you haven't seen the musical, I would highly recommend it, and not only to see this particular part, but to really see a creative, deeply moving, innovative and intellectually challenging show : ) Go with a mind wide open! : )
Namaste and safe journeys :D
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Dreaming Kinkily...
Last night I ventured back to kinky dreamland (which happens oh so rarely for me!), and found myself... in class. :D
It was a very complicated class, though... Located inside one of the classroom buildings of the college in my hometown (to which I never went as a college student, but did dual-enroll as a high school student), and yet taught by the (young and vibrant yet satisfactorily mature :D) band director at another university nearby. I know it was him, because I was in an honor band with some friends at his university during my last year of high school.
As far as I know, he has never been to my hometown, and so would never be teaching a class there. But this is dreamland... :D
I was younger in the dream -- still in high school, and yet taking the college class (hearkening perhaps to my experience with dual-enrollment). There were maybe ten other students in attendance. I was sitting near the front (uppity over-confident high school student that I was...). For some reason, I can't remember whether it had to do with not understanding a homework assignment, or not getting something in class, the professor (or, rather, band director acting as dream-professor), became annoyed with me, and sent me down the hall to go make copies of some paper hand-out.
Slightly bewildered, I did as he asked and ventured out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the copy room.
Something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't supposed to be there, as a student, but I went in anyway, thinking that since he'd sent me I wouldn't get in any trouble... : )
Once I started working the copy machine, however, I became aware of the fact that the professor who'd just sent me to make the copies had entered the room behind me -- the atmosphere around me in the dream changed, and I had this overwhelming sense of a kind of delicious foreboding... :D He closed the door, smiling, saying something to the effect of, "You know you're not supposed to be in here..."
Rather than think it unfair, I remember my dream-self just kind of going 'okay!' Unfortunately, the dream didn't go into any details, and instead skipped right to however much later, from a view outside the copy room. He opened the door out into the hallway, and held it for me to exit first, red-faced and, from what the dream told me, slightly sore. I knew that some kind of corporal punishment had taken place, I just knew it! But I couldn't know what exactly, since dream-land had decided to leave that part out...
We then proceeded to return to class as if nothing had happened, but I remember having this feeling welling up inside me -- rather hard to describe... kind of like a bizarre mixture of disbelief, slight frustration, release, curiosity, fascination, guilt, happiness...
As you can imagine, I woke up rather confused, but intrigued and, well, smiling at the same time :D
It was a very complicated class, though... Located inside one of the classroom buildings of the college in my hometown (to which I never went as a college student, but did dual-enroll as a high school student), and yet taught by the (young and vibrant yet satisfactorily mature :D) band director at another university nearby. I know it was him, because I was in an honor band with some friends at his university during my last year of high school.
As far as I know, he has never been to my hometown, and so would never be teaching a class there. But this is dreamland... :D
I was younger in the dream -- still in high school, and yet taking the college class (hearkening perhaps to my experience with dual-enrollment). There were maybe ten other students in attendance. I was sitting near the front (uppity over-confident high school student that I was...). For some reason, I can't remember whether it had to do with not understanding a homework assignment, or not getting something in class, the professor (or, rather, band director acting as dream-professor), became annoyed with me, and sent me down the hall to go make copies of some paper hand-out.
Slightly bewildered, I did as he asked and ventured out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the copy room.
Something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't supposed to be there, as a student, but I went in anyway, thinking that since he'd sent me I wouldn't get in any trouble... : )
Once I started working the copy machine, however, I became aware of the fact that the professor who'd just sent me to make the copies had entered the room behind me -- the atmosphere around me in the dream changed, and I had this overwhelming sense of a kind of delicious foreboding... :D He closed the door, smiling, saying something to the effect of, "You know you're not supposed to be in here..."
Rather than think it unfair, I remember my dream-self just kind of going 'okay!' Unfortunately, the dream didn't go into any details, and instead skipped right to however much later, from a view outside the copy room. He opened the door out into the hallway, and held it for me to exit first, red-faced and, from what the dream told me, slightly sore. I knew that some kind of corporal punishment had taken place, I just knew it! But I couldn't know what exactly, since dream-land had decided to leave that part out...
We then proceeded to return to class as if nothing had happened, but I remember having this feeling welling up inside me -- rather hard to describe... kind of like a bizarre mixture of disbelief, slight frustration, release, curiosity, fascination, guilt, happiness...
As you can imagine, I woke up rather confused, but intrigued and, well, smiling at the same time :D
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Anime Punishment
I just recently found this short clip from an Anime -- I think the title and description may be in Italian, or something similar, but the clip is in Japanese with English subtitles.
Now, I was a little unsure about posting this, because it involves a father spanking his daughter, bare and otk. It's a cartoon, which means no children were hurt in the making of this clip. And, as I've mentioned before, in no way do I condone or tolerate anything to do with children in this arena -- I am personally of the opinion that spanking is wasted on anyone under 18.
This clip, despite the fact that it involves a fictional father and younger daughter, has been seriously pre-occupying me for a few days now, and I wanted to share it. : ) This is a realm of pure fantasy -- please understand this -- fictional fantasy only, and something that I daydream about in my own terms.
What I like about this is the tender father/daughter relationship, the fact that he is concerned about her, for whatever reason, and that he scolds her, gently, for not listening to him. He starts off with a spank and then a rub, a spank and then a rub, as if to ease her into it, so that she's not completely overwhelmed from the beginning. Only after he gets to the crux of it, the fact that she hasn't been listening to him, does he start spanking more quickly, without rubbing, and she starts protesting more.
Some of the choicier lines:
Very beginning-- "A bad girl needs spanking."
Somewhere in the middle-- "Yes, it's painful, isn't it? That's how you get to be a good girl."
*shiver* Imagining someone speaking this way to me (as an adult, from an adult), is absolute bliss. :D I hope you enjoy. I'd welcome any discussion points you have, assuming, as we are, that we are speaking and thinking within the realms of consensual adult activities only.
Suzuku punita
Now, I was a little unsure about posting this, because it involves a father spanking his daughter, bare and otk. It's a cartoon, which means no children were hurt in the making of this clip. And, as I've mentioned before, in no way do I condone or tolerate anything to do with children in this arena -- I am personally of the opinion that spanking is wasted on anyone under 18.
This clip, despite the fact that it involves a fictional father and younger daughter, has been seriously pre-occupying me for a few days now, and I wanted to share it. : ) This is a realm of pure fantasy -- please understand this -- fictional fantasy only, and something that I daydream about in my own terms.
What I like about this is the tender father/daughter relationship, the fact that he is concerned about her, for whatever reason, and that he scolds her, gently, for not listening to him. He starts off with a spank and then a rub, a spank and then a rub, as if to ease her into it, so that she's not completely overwhelmed from the beginning. Only after he gets to the crux of it, the fact that she hasn't been listening to him, does he start spanking more quickly, without rubbing, and she starts protesting more.
Some of the choicier lines:
Very beginning-- "A bad girl needs spanking."
Somewhere in the middle-- "Yes, it's painful, isn't it? That's how you get to be a good girl."
*shiver* Imagining someone speaking this way to me (as an adult, from an adult), is absolute bliss. :D I hope you enjoy. I'd welcome any discussion points you have, assuming, as we are, that we are speaking and thinking within the realms of consensual adult activities only.
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