I'm a wimp. That's the primary word that comes to my mind when I think of myself in relation to spanking. Wimpy, wimpy wimp. I can't take pain, I can't process it, deal with it, accept it.
I've freaked out enough times when being caned/spanked with the hairbrush/whatever for my identification with "wimpiness" to have become an integral part of what I feel about spanking.
Over the last couple of weeks though, I've started to wonder whether I am such a wimp after all? I posted about a spanking I had from George, and several people said that it was "quite a spanking".
Then this week, we had some unexpected time together, and he used the cane on me, and I took 18 strokes. In all fairness, not all of them were full strength, but six were pretty darn hard. And true, I didn't stay down all the time like a nice submissive young lady (mostly because I'm neither nice, nor submissive, and I'm not really young any more either..!) but on the hand I also wasn't crying, screaming and dancing round the room like a loon.
So maybe I'm not actually a wimp after all. I often read blogs and stories thinking "Good Lord, I could never take anything like that", but it's not beyond the realms of possibility that there is someone reading here thinking the same thing about me. What a strange thought ;-)
So for now I'm going to put the wimp label aside, and try and find a new one. Part time wimp, possibly.
9 hours ago