Turning it on and off

The brain is a funny thing. I've got a play date tonight. Usually I would spend most of the day thinking, squirming, anticipating. Today, however, I've had a huge day at work, so I just have not been able to think about tonight at all. It's not like I've had to stop myself thinking about it, my brain just hasn't even gone down that path.
The minute the last meeting finished, though, and I was back at my desk, I relaxed and wham, immediately I had that squirming sensation back. I hadn't even consciously thought "ah yes, I'm playing tonight, I'm going to be caned, ooh how exciting". Instead without even conscious thought being applied, I knew that I was now OK to start anticipating what lay ahead. So as I'm writing this I'm sitting here squirming at my desk, knowing that tomorrow I will be squirming oh so much more, on a striped bottom. And boy is that a hot thought.
It's terribly fun being turned on at work, isn't it ;-)

Goodness, What A Kinky Advert

Take one cute girl, make her do something naughty, have her end up on all fours, in a short skirt, getting caught photocopying her privates, and cut to a shot of what is apparently a chocolate covered biscuit stick, but actually looks for all the world like a cane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaeZzDdGKio

Or am I just reading too much into this?!

Wet Men

I don't seem to be in much of a blogging mood at the moment. Not because I'm not feeling kinky, I am. It's probably because both work and the rest of life are very busy at the moment. There's not much time for the leisure of being able to sit down and write.

So here's something for you to enjoy in the meantime, until I get my butt back into gear to write again:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOFps_Naytg

Sexy men, in sexy clothes, often horse riding (SWOON!!), Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Richard Armitage and many more. Enjoy :-D

Thanks to Adele Haze for sharing it on Twitter in the first place!

Madame De Sade

I was lucky enough on Saturday to be invited by the lovely Abel and Haron to a performance of Madame De Sade, starring Dame Judi Dench. Now, I would have gone for the Dame alone, but the appeal of a play all about the women surrounding the infamous Marquis, viewed in the company of kinky friends old and new, could not be denied.
The play itself was, to vastly over-simplify, rather badly written, but acted bloody well by the six ladies concerned. There was a lovely first monologue with Frances Barber brandishing a riding crop whilst recounting the latest exploits of the Marquis which had landed him in trouble, and throughout the action you could hear the minds of the kinksters in the audience thinking "mmm, that might be an interesting role play". For a much more eloquent review of proceedings, hop over to Pandora Blake's blog, and read there!

The real pleasure of the evening though, was the chance to share the experience of the play with friends of the same mindset, and also just to have a jolly good chat in the bar afterwards. I was already acquainted with many of the people in attendance, but several were new to me, including a delightful Irish young lady, who had come all the way from Dublin, never having met any of us before. Time spent in the bar afterwards revealed a delightfully naughty streak, and I hope I will have the opportunity at some point in the future to make mischief with her. And prove to her that I am, in fact, on her side ;-)

Question of the evening... What did the more, um, staid, members of the audience make of the play? I think in particular of the couple sitting directly behind us, who must have been in their 80s, and who were very obviously there because they were fans of the Dame. I hope they didn't find the subject matter too shocking, especially as, due to the short running time of the play, there was no interval in which they could escape!

Opinion Polls

Driving home tonight, listening to PM on Radio 4, I heard an item about a competition the PM programme is doing, They are giving listeners a chance to submit a question that they have always wanted to know the nation's views on. The winning question will actually be asked as part of a nationwide opinion poll. Ones suggested so far range from the topical: "Do you really believe we can take the necessary international action, individually and collectively, to prevent a global climate disaster?" to the thoughtful: "Do you believe in a supernatural being who (which) periodically suspends or modifies universal natural laws?", to the downright silly: "Are bears catholic? Does the Pope defecate in the woods?"

I'm thinking about submitting some things that I would really like to hear the nations views on. So far I've come up with the following:
"Have you taken part in consensual spanking, as either spanker or spankee?"
"Which do you prefer using/experiencing: wood or leather?"
"Is there a more perfect part of a woman's body than a spankable bum?"
"Do you think your stress levels would be more manageable if you had a nice spanking every once in a while?"
"Do you ever wonder what those strange slapping noises are coming from the neighbours' bedroom? Would you like us to explain?"

If you have your own question, here is the place to submit it:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/ipm/2009/04/listeners_opinion_poll_1.shtml

What I Learned On Tuesday Night

Because, after all, one should always learn a lesson from a spanking!

• Hands hurt. Yes, I know I already knew this one, but I seem to forget.
• My handbag can fit a flogger, a tawse and a strap in it as well as all its usual crap.
• My little strap is a stingy little bugger. That was a silly purchase on my part.
• As much as I whinge and whine my way through them, I love tawses.
• Ditto being spanked in general. And yes, I do whinge and whine my way through every single one.
• My favourite phrase is "not so fast".
• Yes, I do try to top from the bottom. So sue me.
• I'm getting an awful lot better at staying in position. This impresses me.
• Sometimes talking is as much fun as anything else.
• Wearing pretty lacey/mesh knickers because they are pretty and girly is a bad idea when being spanked. They hold in the heat a lot more and quite frankly itch when put back on.
• This is why I should always favour my sassy cotton ones with things like "Little Miss Trouble" on them, as they as so much more comfortable post spanking.
• It doesn't help in the meshy ones are, well, a snug fit. (Read a size too small but they were soooo pretty. The matching bra is a size too big, but also too pretty to resist.)
• The cane can still make me feel like I'm going to throw up.
• Though I managed well enough to gain six lovely little welts on my bum.
• Actually, not that little.
• Nothing makes me behave better quicker than the threat of a hairbrush.
• I very rarely let go enough to really give myself up to a spanking.
• People say I will do so when I find someone I truly trust.
• I think it's more a question of me trusting myself than my trust in anyone else.
• I wish I *could* let go. Subspace sounds like fun.
• Spankings hurt.
• I LOVE being spanked.

Here's One I Made Earlier

I want to take my canes somewhere, and I don't have a bag big enough to fit them in. I am also not about to just parade out to my car with a couple of canes and a crop in my hand. So what's a girl to do in this situation? Well, in the grand old tradition of Blue Peter and Why Don't You (for my non-UK readers, these are children's TV programmes which encouraged children to make things), I decided to make a cane carrier.

Here are the instructions for anyone who would like to make their own cane carrier:
1) Remove cardboard tube from centre of wrapping paper.
2) Re-roll wrapping paper after it unravels all over the floor due to cardboard tube removal.
3) Put canes in cardboard tube.
4) Smile at job well done.
5) Look again and realise canes stick out the end by a good three inches or so.
6) Swear.
7) Go to bathroom.
8) Detach remaining toilet roll from cardboard tube. Henceforth this shall be tube b, and the wrapping paper one will be tube a.
9) Dump unravelled loo roll over the towel rail.
10) Put tube b over tube b.
11) Sellotape tube a and tube b together.
12) Shake.
13) Re-sellotape tube a and tube b together after they come apart.
14) Put canes in the new, super dooper (S-D) tube.
15) Consider fashioning fancy ends for S-D tube.
16) Decide that's really far too much like hard work.
17) Shove a bunch of sellotape over the bottom end of the tube.
18) Realise that longest cane still sticks out the top by a cm or so.
19) Think about rectifying this problem.
20) Decide it's not worth the effort.
21) Shove a load of sellotape over the top end of S-D tube.
22) Realise that sellotape won't re-stick once it comes off.
23) Decide that resealing S-D tube is a problem for another day.
24) Beam in pride at handy work, declare the job finished and rename S-D tube to "Cane Carrier Deluxe".

I was going to take a photo to show you, but I also decided that that was too much effort. You may be spotting a theme here...

Clothes

Clothes are funny things, aren't they? They have such power. Of course they have power over other people: witness what different impressions you can create about yourself in other people's minds dependent on what clothes you wear.
For me though, the greatest power in clothes is that which they have over the wearer. If I'm wearing sloppy, ill fitting clothes (which I rarely do) I feel sloppy and wrong. In a nice pair of jeans I feel casual, and somewhat boyish. I even stand in a more boyish way. But when I wear my favourite sort of clothes, I feel empowered, sexy, like I can do anything.
I'm quite a "girly girl", so my favourite sorts of clothes are full skirts, with pretty tops, and under that a pretty bra, cheeky knickers and a suspender belt. For me, there is something about wearing those sort of clothes that imbibes me with a huge amount of confidence. I suppose it's about knowing that I'm wearing things that suit me, and that I feel comfortable in. I stand tall and am proud of myslef. It's nice.

Ranting

Where did this need of mine come from? This kinkyness? To be honest, I really don't know, but what I do know is that I get fed up with people online who I chat with assuming that:
a) I must have been spanked as a child and that's what triggered it.
Nope, I wasn't.
b) I must have seen someone else being spanked as a child and that's what triggered it.
Again, nope.
c) I must have known people at school who received corporal punishment, and that's what did it.
For a third time NO!
What's so wrong with just being innately kinky?! Why do people feel such a need to relate it back to childhood experiences? It drives me mad.
Anyway, rant over.

Role Play Inspiration

If you are bored and looking for some role play/fantasising stimulation, you may want to get hold of a copy of Wildthorn, by Jane Eagland. I picked up a copy at the airport last week, just in case I ran out of books when I was away, one of my greatest fears when travelling.
It's the tale of a young woman locked up in a Victorian asylum when she's not actually insane.
There's lots of potential in it for lovely fantasies or scenes, from the scenes set at home, with the parents who really could be stricter if you ask me, to the part where she is strapped down in isolation at the asylum. It's a veritable feast for the imagination!
If unfair and unjust is your thing, you'll love it.

Edited to add:
Bad Eliane! I forgot to add that there's some sweet girl on girl stuff as well! The possibilities just grow!

Blogger *knows* things

I'm worried about the powers of Blogger. I think it knows more than we realise. I think it can see into our lives and our houses and take stock of us. How else would it have known what a state my house was in? And then know to give me the following word verification when commenting on Graham's blog?

Amess

See - it knows. I think I may have just realised what I need to do this weekend. Once even Blogger starts commenting on how untidy you are, you know it's time to do something about it!

FetLife

I've finally got around to joining FetLife (yes, I know I can be a little slow on the uptake with these things). Anyway, feel free to come and say hi on there, I've got no friends at the moment, so I'm a bit of a sad loner :-)

Getting the dream back

After my recent bout of whinging about my kink-free dreams, I seem to have discovered the best way to get them back: cut yourself off from any real source of kinkiness for a couple of days and ba-boom, there you go. Or at least that's what happened in Prague: every night I had kinky dreams, some were incredibly hot, some strange, and some just downright amusing. The funniest I recall was the one where I was making a film (that's how we know it's a dream, and also the main reason why it was funny!). It was actually my first film, and therefore the makers were being extremely nice to me and caning me so gently I could barely feel it.
Now in real life I've been known to burst into tears at the mere sound of a cane being swished behind me, but it seems in my dream, I got fed up, stood up, turned around and said "Come on guys, put some welly into it!" So that's another reason I know it was a dream. I think the biggest clue, though, was the fact that I seemed to be bent over and holding onto a very large tin of paint. As you do...
Rest assured that the rest of the dreams were *much* better than that, in fact one was so hot, that I was still obsessing over it two days later. I'm not about to share the details of that one though :-D
So for those of you wanting to know how to get your kinky dreams back, here is my solution. Go and spend time in another country, in vanilla company, cut off from all your sources of kink. Not the most practical solution though... sorry!

The Kinkiness of Prague

Prague does seem to have an inherent kinkiness to it, most of which I did not get the experience, being there with vanilla company. I'm especially gutted about the timing of my visit, being a week too early to experience the famous Easter Monday tradition in the Czech Republic, where young men whip the backs of young women's legs with plaited lengths of willow tied with ribbon... what a festival to miss! I did, however, manage to buy some of the plaited willows.

"Oh, those are pretty!" exclaimed my vanilla companion, "Are they to decorate the house for Easter?"

Um, yes, let's say they're for that, shall we?

Prague has several patron saints, one of whom is St Procopius of Sazaba, who is often portrayed with a Cat O'Nine Tails. Now that's my kind of saint!

Unfortunately, I missed the David Černý sculpture, Brown Nosing, which is to all intents and purposes someone bent over looking as though they are waiting to be caned or paddled or something. Well, in all fairness I think it is designed to be a lot more thought provoking than that, but what can I say, I've got a one track mind! So, the Futura gallery containing the sculpture will be on the list for next time.

Speaking of next time, I should really find some kinky company to go with and make use of all these thoughts that were inspired in me when I was there! My vanilla visit was lovely, but gosh, the kinky dreams I had there... wow! But that's for another post ;-)

Kinky Magazine

No doubt inspired by others, I had a dream last night that I was reading the latest issue of Marie Claire, which was delightfully full of kink. The front cover advertised articles about school uniform fashion, there were some rather hot male models parading round as teachers for an article on the best canes, and at the back was problem page where readers wrote in about how to get out of "unfair" punishments.
It's the closest I come to a kinky dream nowadays, one where I READ about spanking rather than actually get spanked. I'll take anything I can get, though!