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I was at Baker Street station, getting on to a south-bound Jubilee line train. I got in the carriage and turned round to face back to the platform. And there, on the wall, was a very large picture, a blow up of a pen and ink drawing, it seemed, of a man brandishing a riding crop or a switch or something, standing next to a woman who looked like she was gagged! I nearly fell over! Unfortunately at that point someone else got into the carriage and blocked my view, before I could figure out what was going on in the picture. Baker Street is famous for being the home of Sherlock Holmes, and the underground station does have a lot of references to the fictional detective, so it's not beyond the realms of possibility that the drawing was an illustration from one of the stories, but what I want to know is how many other semi-kinky pictures are there on the London Underground system?! Trying to spot some will certainly make future journeys more interesting.
I take private singing lessons and I do wonder whether my teacher is "one of us" or at least kinky in some way. It doesn't help that she starts every lesson by telling me to "assume the position". (Which, for those dirty minds out there, is standing in front of the mirror getting ready to do warm up exercises!) One of these days I'll forget where I am and bend over ;-)
Oof, today was my first day back in the office after three and a half weeks of being sick/off for Christmas/"working" from home. (For working from home, you may correctly infer the following: surfing too much on the web/doing Kakuro/playing on the Wii/napping). So anyway, that's a long time to have NOT been in the office or, let's face it, have done any proper work. It nearly killed me today! I think I may need to find a nice, rich husband who can pay for me to sit around as a lady of leisure. Obviously he would need to be rich enough to pay for the army of cleaning and kitchen staff we would need so that I didn't need to worry about any of that. Any volunteers, please step forward quickly. I'm not sure I can cope with another day actually having to exert myself in such a mentally taxing manner. So to relax this evening on the drive home, I was listening to music and yet again happened upon what I think would have to be my number one song for having sex and being spanked to. In all fairness, I have not tried playing it while doing either, but I'm not generally into having music on in those situations. If I were though, this would be the song I would pick. Just the right amount of drum beat, incredibly sexy lyrics, even the guitar in it sounds slightly naughty. So that's my nomination for the best spanking/sex song out there - what's yours? (By the way, I tried to find a video of this everywhere, but to no avail. If anyone knows a site with the video to Semisonic's Completely Pleased, let me know!)
Flicking through the TV channels I can across Pride And Prejudice. The sublime 1995 BBC version, complete with wet shirted Colin Firth, of course, not the more recent film adaptation where Donald Sutherland's scary, shiny white teeth took a starring role.
In the way that it seems to do constantly this last few months, my mind turned to spanking, and more specifically which Bennet sister most deserves to be spanked? Is it Lydia, by far the naughtiest of the five? Kitty, for being so empty headed and easily led? Mary, for lets being frank, such an utter bore, Jane for just being too nice and never seeing the bad in people, or everyone's favourite sister, Lizzy? Or possibly it could be the Bingley sisters, for being, to not put too fine a point on it, snobby b*****s. (I do realise my readings of characters here are somewhat shallow..!)
I'm not a top, but putting myself in a tops shoes, I certainly think that, if not most deserving of a spanking, Lizzy Bennet would be by far the most fun to spank. She is sparky, intelligent, lively, playful and impertinent. In the nicest possible way, a brat! What's not for a spanker to like?!
It seems I've been in the mood to torture myself tonight. How, you ask? Well, for some reason I decided to go and read up a bit on the Max Mosley case. This was mostly prompted by Abel and Haron's end of year post, which talked about the decision in the case by Justice Eady, and rightly stated that it was an important judgement for all kinky people. If you don't know much about the case or its outcome, go and read Abel's summary of it. So, why am I reading about something that happened six months ago? Well, firstly, I was at the beginning of my kinky journey when the case was taking place, and it didn't register as fully on my radar as it would have done now. Secondly, I was actually on holiday when the judgement came through (staying in an old boarding school, oh the potential!) and so missed much of the media coverage around that time. So tonight, in an attempt to avoid the call of thank you letters (I'm a well brought up young lady, I'll have you know!) I ended up online, reading quite a lot of the media coverage, and also stumbling on to some of the forums out in the vanilla world about the proceedings. I'm now thoroughly depressed. Yes, it's great that he won, and that Justice Eady gave such a clear statement in favour of people's rights to pursue their own sex life in the privacy of private locations, regardless of whether that sex life involves the missionary position with the lights off, or something altogether more interesting. What saddens me. though is the way the case was covered in so much of the mainstream press, even the broadsheets. The women involved were, pretty much without exception, referred to as prostitutes, despite the fact that, to the best of my knowledge, none of them was offered or took money for having sex with Mr Mosley, or indeed anyone else they met with. They were spankers and spankees, nothing more. Worse still were the forums where generally these women seemed to be referred to as hookers or whores... there seemed to be a general level of disgust and incomprehension of the lifestyle that the protagonists were leading, and an assumption that anyone who was into spanking or being spanked was a dirty, depraved person, not fit to hold any high level job. I think that is what depresses me most on a personal level. Yes, it's great that he won the case, the judgement was a work of art from the little I've read, and a victory for us as a community, because the implications of the judgement having gone the other way, and Justice Eady saying that the News of the World had every right to expose kinky behaviour between consenting adults are too frightening to contemplate, to be honest. Even for someone like me who does not work in a high profile profession. BUT, and for me it's a big but, the newspaper coverage and comments from the general public on forums proved to me that what we do is still hugely frowned upon and misunderstood. Yes, probably frowned upon and misunderstood by a small but vocal group of people who claim to stand on the moral high ground and speak for our society on how we should all live our lives, and who speak out of ignorance and fear, but views like that have a habit of being infectious. People are quick to condemn what they don't understand, and it was a very depressing feeling to realise that no matter how much I may love this new lifestyle that I have found, there seems to be a large section of the community that would be ready to condemn me in an instant if they knew what I did, and label me as some sort of evil person. And, to be honest, that knowledge hurts. I know it shouldn't, I know that people like this are often nothing more than ignorant bullies, and God knows I've had to deal with enough of them over the years, but nevertheless, it does hurt. So now that I have thoroughly depressed myself, I need to stop reading back over stuff that happened six months ago, and hold on to the fact that coming out into this spanking "scene" has made me happier than I've been in a long, long time, and no one, above all not people who have no ability to tolerate anything outside their own narrow sphere of experience, should make me feel bad about expressing my sexuality in the way that feels best for me. After all, the only person that gets "hurt" is me! (PS, I hope this makes sense, I'm writing it at 2am and I'm slightly drunk!)
Well, the party went very well, despite my stressing about the cooking and cleaning. I cooked lots of yummy goodies (quite a lot of them from Delia Smith's How To Cheat At Cooking, don't sneer please, it's a fabulous book!) Among other things I did Spanakopita, a) because I like them and b) because they always make me snicker because drop that second a and you have spankopita! I successfully managed to dekink the place, apart from one Spank Me decoration I left at the back of the tree. I even (and this was quite impressive I feel in my postage stamp sized flat that was filled with 8 people) managed to drag my dear friend Porn Star off to my bedroom to show her the collection of implements stashed in the wardrobe, and the decorations that had been removed from the tree. She blanched a bit at the cane. Can't think why!! There were also several moments when comments were made that if your mind is of a dirty persuasion (as is mine) that were very funny, and every time someone said something along those lines, I could feel Porn Star's eyes on me as I was trying not to laugh! So all in all, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves lots, and it was a lovely way to ring in the New Year, even if there wasn't any spanking to count down to midnight!
Well, 2008 is over, and not without a tinge of sadness on my part, because it truly has been one of the best years of my life. This was the year I admitted to myself that I was kinky, and that I needed to do something about that. This was the year I discovered a whole new world out there in terms of the spanking blogging community, the year I became part of that community myself, the year I got spanked for the first (and many more!) times, the year I outed myself to several of my vanilla friends, and the year I met, through the blogging world, some amazing new friends, both online and in real life. If I try to remember back to what life was like at the beginning of 2008, before I started on this journey of mine, I have trouble. My kink has become such an integral part of who I am in such a short time, informing my choices on where I spend my online time, what I read, who I socialise with, what I think about, that it's hard to remember what life used to be like before all that. More boring, definitely! But I won't be sad about leaving 2008 behind, even though it was such a wonderful and pivotal year for me. 2009 holds even more possibilities for fun, frolics and new friendships, for exploring my kink further, and for, if I have anything to do with it, a whole load more spankings!So Happy New Year to everyone out there, I hope 2009 brings you everything you wished for, and most importantly, of course, many, many sore bottoms!
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