Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Every Picture Tells A Story

For as long as I can remember I have been inexplicably drawn to spanking pictures. I can even remember the first spanking image that fascinated me. It was in kindergarten (this would have been 1965 for those of you old enough to remember that year lol). We were looking at our "Sally, Dick and Jane" books and one page completely captivated me. I completely forget the story, of course, but I will never forget the picture. It was a picture of the littlest kid, Sally, spanking her doll for some infraction. Every time my teacher, Mrs. Grimm (whose name fit her I assure you) would make us turn to another page, I would flip back to that one the minute it was safe to do so. Remember, it was 1965 and little girls still spanked their dolls because in 1965 you could still spank little girls and not have DCFS called on you.
Even now, 43 years later, I still remember that. While I don't recall the exact picture, I remember my preoccupation with that picture vividly. Since that time, other spanking pictures have caught my eye and my fascination.
A few years later, when I had discovered the wonders of the school library, I came across a book (I forget the title) that was actually a book of poems. I don't remember any other part of the poem except (of course) the part that talks about a spanking. I believe it was about the color red and mentioned some things that were red. It was beautifully illustrated. This certain picture featured a chubby-faced little girl (who looked suspiciously like Shirley Temple, no doubt the epitome of the perfect child at the time this book was written) with her little panties down and her bottom showing. The picture was a drawing and it was in black and white. As you might expect, the only color in the picture was this little girl's red bottom cheeks. A caption under the picture mentioned her "little spanking place" being red. Big, fat tears were emanating from her eyes. Another picture I was drawn to. I took that book out of the library again and again just to see that picture.
I remember in my high school yearbook from sophomore year (that would have been 1976 for those of you keeping score at home) there is a two-page pictorial called "Life At Central" (which was the high school I attended). We had a Christmas dance in the gym and, of course, we had to have mistletoe. However, some of the boys decided that, instead of kisses, any girl who got caught under the mistletoe would get spanks instead. There, on the second page, is an absolutely gorgeous picture of a typically dressed 1970's boy (T-shirt bearing the logo of the high school sports team and bell bottom blue jeans) with a typically dressed 1970's girl under his arm, his other arm in mid-air. Both boy and girl were smiling. I was at the party but stayed completely away from the mistletoe, as I was not yet ready for a spanking from the star pitcher of the high school baseball team, who, by the way, I had a huge crush on. This picture is one I go back to again and again. In fact, whenever I open that yearbook it falls right to that page that's how much I have stared at that picture. I knew both kids but the picture was still captivating. I am pretty sure the boy is a spanko. Only a spanko could come up with spanks instead of kisses for getting caught under the mistletoe. I'm also pretty sure he's the same boy who threw my sister, Cheryl, into the swimming pool our freshman year and called it her "initiation" into high school. Ahhhh memories!
I recently saw a picture on Devlin's blog of an old picture that has really captivated me. It is in black and white. As near as I can guess it is from the late 20's or maybe early 30's. It shows a woman with her dress up, bent over a love seat or something, being held down by a rather stern-faced man bearing a birch bundle. His sleeves are rolled up. Now, I think that picture is probably posed or something, at any rate there isn't a mark on the lady's bottom. Maybe the marks came later, but that picture captures my attention again for some odd reason. You can't see the lady's mouth but I have to believe she is smiling. I even use this particular picture for my screen saver. It is just a beautiful picture. And though there is nothing sexual going on, to me it is highly erotic. I think that's because I tend to think of birchings as very erotic. Anyway all the birchings I have ever gotten were wonderfully pleasurable experiences.
I tend to scan websites for nice spanking pictures and I also have some very nice ones that are actually of me. Some people seem to be drawn to the sounds of spanking. I am drawn more to the visual aspects of spanking. I sometimes wish I had eyes in the back of my head, so I could see the look on the face of the person who is spanking me.
I love to see spanking pictures though now, of course, my taste runs to men and women spanking each other and not little girls spanking their dolls. I guess I have grown up... a little!

That's all for tonight...have a great one everybody!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Current News

Since it's been a while since I blogged, I figured I would bring you up to date (since you're all obviously waiting with baited breath) on what's happening with me.

First of all, I managed to sleep through an earthquake. Can you believe it? We have an earthquake that registers 5.4 on the Richter Scale and neither Cheryl nor I woke up. I can see if I lived in California, where this is just considered a minor thing, but I live in Illinois and earthquakes are pretty rare. I thought 5.4 would be a pretty good shaking, but it didn't even knock our clock off the wall. I can sleep through an atomic bomb so I'm not surprised I slept through it. Not even an earthquake can make me get out of bed one minute before the alarm clock goes off.

Secondly, some of you know this and most of you don't. I have been fighting cancer for the last two years. I have had my ups and downs with it; going through chemotherapy, surgery to remove my cancerous right breast, 33 radiation treatments and continuing multiple drugs. I discovered early on that the cancer had spread to my bones.Three months ago I discovered the cancer had returned in the skin where my breast was. My surgeon left the extra skin so I could have reconstructive surgery. Now, that is out the window. I am on meds now and they seem to be working. I had a PET scan and it showed no spread to any of my organs. This was an immense relief.
Next Thursday I have an appointment with my oncologist to set up tests to find out if the lump in my left breast is also cancer. If it is, I will probably lose that breast too and have to have more chemo and more radiation.
I want to say right now that I am not posting this to get sympathy. Most of my friends in Crimson Moon know this has been an on-going battle. But there is probably going to be some major breaks in my blogging. I will try to keep everyone posted about how things are going with me.
I have been in two minds about posting about my health, mostly because this is supposed to be a blog about spanking, not about my health problems. But, as you may have noticed, I don't blog every day. In fact, there are some months where I only write one or two days. I still work full time (going to do this as long as I can) and I come home from work extremely tired. Sometimes all I can do is fall on the couch and eat if Cheryl forces me to. I am on some pretty strong meds, and quite frankly, sometimes I am just too loopy to write anything.
My spanking life is more important to me now, more than it's ever been, in fact. When someone tells you, "Life is too short for ______" believe them.
As I said, I will try to post as often as I can and I will certainly post updates for anyone who's interested. Right now all I can do is try to keep my positive attitude and ask you all to pray for me while I wait and find out what the verdict is.
I want to say that I appreciate you all as my friends and hope that this doesn't change your feelings about me. I have tried to be courageous and keep a positive attitude and my faith has been my strength through all this. But please don't think differently about me just because I'm ill. You'd really never know it to look at me, but I have been through the ringer with this and it looks like I may have to go through it again. Reading my friends' blogs keeps me laughing and laughter really is the best medicine.

That's all for tonight. Enjoy your evening! :-)

Friday, April 11, 2008

Just Say No...To Toys

I had a lot of fun at the recent Crimson Moon party, but during the course of the festivities a serious issue arose. How do you politely tell someone you don't want a certain toy used on you? At parties, I don't like to have too much wood used on me because wood isn't nearly as forgiving as leather. Wood can flat-out toast you in no time at all. Well, when I was busy waving my hand in the air agreeing to this game of Musical Chairs, I knew all the toys we would get spanked with were wood. I had no problem with that, because as the "winner" I only got two with everything. But when I was playing with another gentleman and I explained to him that I don't do wood at parties, he immediately came back with, "You took 15 strokes with that cane." How do you explain to someone (again politely) that you like the cane...wood paddles are just ok and then only in small doses? Plus by the time I'd taken 15 cane strokes my bottom was pretty well bruised and not in any shape for anything more than hand spanking. I thought this Top was kind of selfish. When a bottom declares a certain toy or a certain whole category of toys (like wood) off limits, that should be the end of it, don't you think? I couldn't believe this guy sounded a bit miffed when I told him, "Sorry, no wood." He agreed, of course, but I heard the disappointment in his voice. What's the big deal? Why should it matter what I want used and what I don't want used? It's my bottom, I get first and last say about what gets used on it. And, as I often explain to Tops, I only have one bottom and it has to last me the weekend. Do you think I have a spare hanging in the closet? Let me just slap that baby on and party on. Sorry, it doesn't work that way. I believe most Tops are courteous when it comes to saving some bottom for others and realizing that we still want to play after we play with them. But I have met Tops who didn't care which night of the party it was or who else I wanted to play with. Those are the Tops I call selfish.
But back to my original question: how do you let someone know, politely but emphatically, that they will not be using that toy or whatever on you? I have found that with some of them you have to throw polite, courteous and ladylike out the window. They will try to slip that toy in behind your back and then claim they didnt use it. Or they will try to just go against your wishes and use that wood anyway. Or if you say, "I am only up for hand spanking right now" and they try to talk you into "just a few with this strap" or "just a couple taps with this paddle". What do you say then? Well, since I have been known to be a bit of a big mouth, I have no problem asking, "What part of 'no wood' are you having a hard time understanding?" At the newbie orientation (which everyone attending their first Crimson Moon party must attend, even if they have been going to other's parties and spanking for years) I'm sure this issue is addressed when discussing "NO means NO". Are some people just not listening? Or do they listen but they figure the rules don't count for them? Or do they just not care? Like I often tell these guys, "Don't get into the habit of being someone who doesn't listen or seems like they don't care. We girls talk at parties and if word gets around that you aren't safe, your chances to play will very quickly dry up." And believe me, I talk at parties...and talk, and talk, and talk. It might sound like a small issue to some people and they might think "a few taps with that paddle can't hurt". But think about it. If you said "no" to something and then someone was able to sweet talk you into it anyway, what's next? Bottoms have to say "no" and then mean it. The rule says "No means no", not "no means no unless you can talk them into it". I want to make it clear right here that this particular Top gave me no problems when I said "no" to his offer of wood paddles. But I distinctly heard disappointment or maybe even anger in his voice. Of course, the Top should get enjoyment out of a session. But it's my bottom being spanked and if I don't want wood paddles used on it, that is that. And I shouldn't have to give him a college term paper length explanation about it, either.
Maybe there is something about me that brings out the "competitor" in some Tops. But that is their problem. The same as it's their problem when they tell me "you shouldn't wear those type of panties...I don't like them" or "you should wear a skirt instead of those jeans". Get over it! And get over yourself while you're at it. I don't dress for you...I dress for me. No one tells me how to dress or what to wear. Most of the people who spank me are quite happy to play with me, no matter what kind of panties I'm wearing or whether I'm wearing a dress or a pair of jeans.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is if you're a bottom and you don't want a certain toy used on you, you do have the right to speak up an say "NO!" And if you're a Top who gets told "no" to a certain toy, that is the end of the discussion as far as I'm concerned.
I guess I probably blew that little scenario way, way out of proportion. But it does happen enough times that I wanted to vent about it.

Thanks and have a great evening!