Kink has been a little absent from my life over the last month. This is because I'm in what I now know as The Show That Ate My Life. We were rehearsing three nights a week before I went on holiday, since I came back we've been rehearsing four or five nights a week. That, plus working pretty much equals no life. No life equals no kink. The show is also the reason why Lady Francesca did not visit Fawcett Hall this year, and why Eliane will not be going to the Shamrock Spanking Society party in Ireland. So yeah, this show has eaten my life, both vanilla and kinky.
Despite being trapped in my kink free desert, there is one little fantasy that keeps rearing its head. I would LOVE to go on stage with a fresh set of cane stripes. The idea of going to the theatre having just been caned, welts throbbing on my bottom, is very hot. We share communal dressing rooms, and there will be 10 or so ladies in there. It's rather exciting to think that I could be there with my several costume changes, having to hide the stripes from people. Of course, I don't actually have the time to get the nice fresh stripes, but it doesn't stop it being a nice thought to keep myself going over the next couple of weeks.
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I'm right there with you, Eliane. A show has eaten my life as well, and I'd give anything to go to the theatre with a sore bottom. I'm not even particular about the implement.
Jada
I wish you had time to indulge in your fantasy too! It sounds very hot, indeed.
Oh dear! Eliane you DESERVE those stripes. Isn't there any chivalrous gentleman who could come to the rescue?
Mission Accomplished
I'm very late to this but i can't resist saying that I have gone onstage with a very red and marked bottom--it happened this summer when I was in a show with a big giant cast. Not a cane, but still! And yeah, the communial dressing room. I had to change in the bathroom!
I hope your show went wonderfully. We missed you at Shamrock!
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