Even Silk Can Be Tacky
Some odd spanko ramblings that seemed too short to warrant their own individual posts and yet they both are spanking related.... so I decided to lump them all together and be done with it.....
Because it is part of you.......
Professor called today. I wasn't surprised to hear from him after my last email and blog post, and even still, when I answered the phone and heard his voice, it was as if an anchor was dropped, once again securing that which had been cast adrift over the holiday weekend.
I told him that I ordered the infamous bath brush from Vermont Country Store and he just laughed. I had tried to order the horrid thing a couple of months ago during a spank horny moment, but because of some issue with Firefox, and browser/online catalog compatibility, the thing never came. I reordered it this past weekend.
I am weird like that. I order implements when I am spank horny.....or after weirdness with my dad. I understand why I drool over spanking implements when I am craving a good whacking, but weirdness with my dad? I always crave a punishment session after weirdness with my dad. Hence the bath brush order.
~Craving punishment, boys and girls? Why not order an implement that is hailed by spankos worldwide as an implement of true bottom destruction?~
Maybe I want to be taken down so that I can be free to purge my emotional junk.....maybe I am looking for loving discipline....or maybe I feel that somehow....the weirdness is my fault. I am purposely not delving too deeply into "the maybes" because they just make me feel weird.
Professor laughed when I told him that I had ordered the brush. Fairly non-plussed at his response, I asked him why I was wired this way....why do I crave punishment when the adults in my life....the people who are supposed to be adults!....act like idiots. Punishment?!?!!? I, aka weird spanko one, crave punishment following a dip in the familial toxic waste vat.
"Because it is part of you." That was his very simple and non judgmental response. Yeah. I guess it is. And at the end of the day, the "why" really doesn't matter all that much does it?
Weird? Yeah, maybe. But its my weirdness..... part of my puzzle.....and I think I am pretty okay with holding it up to the light and claiming it as my own.
Viewing life through spank colored glasses......
I was at a dinner party this weekend and somehow, conversation wound its way to the subject of Singapore and then, caning. I am not sure how the topic came up because I entered in the middle of the discussion after my spanko trained ears heard the phrase "corporal punishment.
Sidling up to the group from whence the titillating phrase came from, I jammed a slice of lime into my Corona and listened eagerly to what I thought was the beginning of an interesting conversation.
The conversation had, up to that point, consisted of vague remarks about Singapore's judicial system and "that American kid who was nearly beaten to death for throwing eggs", and was being monopolized by a guy sporting a horrid silk shirt, who apparently, did a lot of business in Singapore and was living there in the nineties.
"Michael Fay," I said, taking a swig of beer. "His name was Michael Fay. And I wouldn't exactly say he was almost beaten to death. He got four strokes with a rattan cane." I rolled my eyes and took several more long swallows. "What a baby! You'd have thought someone had stuffed bamboo under his fingernails."
And suddenly, all eyes were on me. The guy who had brought up the subject, smiled patiently and asked, "You are familiar with the Michael Fay incident?"
I think it was at this point that Study Boy meandered up to our cozy little group, and catching the last bit of Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy's question, he promptly staked out a decent viewing spot and leaned back against the counter, not wanting to miss what he thought would prove to be an entertaining show.
"Yup," I said, a look of disgust taking center stage on my face." "I am as well," he stated importantly, as if the knowledge of an event that dominated our nation's newspapers and nearly caused an international event was......well, of importance. "I was in Singapore in the nineties," He said, and I swear he puffed up his silk clad chest....importantly..... and rocked on his heels.
Who is this jerk off? "Yeah well, then I guess you got an earful didn't ya?" I sucked down the rest of my beer and took a deep breath before launching into my diatribe. "From the locals? About the spoiled American who cried because he was gonna get punished?" Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy just gaped at me, but I plowed on:
"Good grief....how humiliating! If I were Michael Fay, I would hang my head in shame for being such a wuss! Poor wittle baby...boo hoo....did the crime but can't do the time. What a loser! The kid was charged with 53 counts of vandalism and his parents are screaming for US Govt intervention because he gets sentenced to four strokes? Four?????"
I was practically jumping up and down and madly gesturing with my hands at this point. "Like twenty Senators signed a petition and sent it to the High Court in protest....Fay's parents even got Clinton involved for fuck's sake. Four strokes.....pushaw...a big bunch of trouble over a caning......that was *deserved* mind you! Only four strokes! Geesh, he ought to be embarrassed.....didn't he ever hear the phrase "take your punishment stoically?"
By the time I was finished with my rant, I was sweating and out of breath.....and I noticed that everyone was very quiet. The guy in the silk shirt stared at me wide eyed for a moment and then murmured in an almost whiney voice, "Yeah well I think a caning would sort of hurt, even if it was only four strokes."
Er yeah. Um.... I guess it would. Welcome back to the vanilla world, Spanko Girl. Not everyone views four strokes of a rattan cane the way you do.
When I caught Study Boy's eye, I noticed he was shaking with laughter and his face was all red from trying to keep from busting a gut in front of my traumatized audience.
Yeah, yeah....funny funny. But I don't care what anyone says...spanko or not, Michael Fay got off easy in my book.
53 counts of vandalism? Spray painting cars? Kicking in doors and bumpers? Throwing eggs and stealing license plates? I wonder what a certain spank happy disciplinarian would do to his naughty charge if she went on a similar crime wave? Somehow I don't think four strokes would cut it.....
Oh and yeah, Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy avoided me for the rest of the evening. I think it might have been something I said. ;)
Because it is part of you.......
Professor called today. I wasn't surprised to hear from him after my last email and blog post, and even still, when I answered the phone and heard his voice, it was as if an anchor was dropped, once again securing that which had been cast adrift over the holiday weekend.
I told him that I ordered the infamous bath brush from Vermont Country Store and he just laughed. I had tried to order the horrid thing a couple of months ago during a spank horny moment, but because of some issue with Firefox, and browser/online catalog compatibility, the thing never came. I reordered it this past weekend.
I am weird like that. I order implements when I am spank horny.....or after weirdness with my dad. I understand why I drool over spanking implements when I am craving a good whacking, but weirdness with my dad? I always crave a punishment session after weirdness with my dad. Hence the bath brush order.
~Craving punishment, boys and girls? Why not order an implement that is hailed by spankos worldwide as an implement of true bottom destruction?~
Maybe I want to be taken down so that I can be free to purge my emotional junk.....maybe I am looking for loving discipline....or maybe I feel that somehow....the weirdness is my fault. I am purposely not delving too deeply into "the maybes" because they just make me feel weird.
Professor laughed when I told him that I had ordered the brush. Fairly non-plussed at his response, I asked him why I was wired this way....why do I crave punishment when the adults in my life....the people who are supposed to be adults!....act like idiots. Punishment?!?!!? I, aka weird spanko one, crave punishment following a dip in the familial toxic waste vat.
"Because it is part of you." That was his very simple and non judgmental response. Yeah. I guess it is. And at the end of the day, the "why" really doesn't matter all that much does it?
Weird? Yeah, maybe. But its my weirdness..... part of my puzzle.....and I think I am pretty okay with holding it up to the light and claiming it as my own.
Viewing life through spank colored glasses......
I was at a dinner party this weekend and somehow, conversation wound its way to the subject of Singapore and then, caning. I am not sure how the topic came up because I entered in the middle of the discussion after my spanko trained ears heard the phrase "corporal punishment.
Sidling up to the group from whence the titillating phrase came from, I jammed a slice of lime into my Corona and listened eagerly to what I thought was the beginning of an interesting conversation.
The conversation had, up to that point, consisted of vague remarks about Singapore's judicial system and "that American kid who was nearly beaten to death for throwing eggs", and was being monopolized by a guy sporting a horrid silk shirt, who apparently, did a lot of business in Singapore and was living there in the nineties.
"Michael Fay," I said, taking a swig of beer. "His name was Michael Fay. And I wouldn't exactly say he was almost beaten to death. He got four strokes with a rattan cane." I rolled my eyes and took several more long swallows. "What a baby! You'd have thought someone had stuffed bamboo under his fingernails."
And suddenly, all eyes were on me. The guy who had brought up the subject, smiled patiently and asked, "You are familiar with the Michael Fay incident?"
I think it was at this point that Study Boy meandered up to our cozy little group, and catching the last bit of Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy's question, he promptly staked out a decent viewing spot and leaned back against the counter, not wanting to miss what he thought would prove to be an entertaining show.
"Yup," I said, a look of disgust taking center stage on my face." "I am as well," he stated importantly, as if the knowledge of an event that dominated our nation's newspapers and nearly caused an international event was......well, of importance. "I was in Singapore in the nineties," He said, and I swear he puffed up his silk clad chest....importantly..... and rocked on his heels.
Who is this jerk off? "Yeah well, then I guess you got an earful didn't ya?" I sucked down the rest of my beer and took a deep breath before launching into my diatribe. "From the locals? About the spoiled American who cried because he was gonna get punished?" Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy just gaped at me, but I plowed on:
"Good grief....how humiliating! If I were Michael Fay, I would hang my head in shame for being such a wuss! Poor wittle baby...boo hoo....did the crime but can't do the time. What a loser! The kid was charged with 53 counts of vandalism and his parents are screaming for US Govt intervention because he gets sentenced to four strokes? Four?????"
I was practically jumping up and down and madly gesturing with my hands at this point. "Like twenty Senators signed a petition and sent it to the High Court in protest....Fay's parents even got Clinton involved for fuck's sake. Four strokes.....pushaw...a big bunch of trouble over a caning......that was *deserved* mind you! Only four strokes! Geesh, he ought to be embarrassed.....didn't he ever hear the phrase "take your punishment stoically?"
By the time I was finished with my rant, I was sweating and out of breath.....and I noticed that everyone was very quiet. The guy in the silk shirt stared at me wide eyed for a moment and then murmured in an almost whiney voice, "Yeah well I think a caning would sort of hurt, even if it was only four strokes."
Er yeah. Um.... I guess it would. Welcome back to the vanilla world, Spanko Girl. Not everyone views four strokes of a rattan cane the way you do.
When I caught Study Boy's eye, I noticed he was shaking with laughter and his face was all red from trying to keep from busting a gut in front of my traumatized audience.
Yeah, yeah....funny funny. But I don't care what anyone says...spanko or not, Michael Fay got off easy in my book.
53 counts of vandalism? Spray painting cars? Kicking in doors and bumpers? Throwing eggs and stealing license plates? I wonder what a certain spank happy disciplinarian would do to his naughty charge if she went on a similar crime wave? Somehow I don't think four strokes would cut it.....
Oh and yeah, Even Silk Can Be Tacky Guy avoided me for the rest of the evening. I think it might have been something I said. ;)