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Her advice on finding kinky people may seem obvious on the surface — it could be boiled down to “get your butt out there” — but it’s still important and righteous advice. This bit from the intro to Mistress Matisse’s column this week gives the flavor:

So, you—or, perhaps, you and your partner—have kinky desires but no idea where to go with them. Here’s how to find out where the other kinky folks are.

If I had anything to add to her advice, it would be a caveat that (as she herself acknowledges) her suggestions are limited in utility for more rural kinky persons. The phrase she uses at one point is “if you live in a reasonably urban area” and the key concept there is “reasonable”. I’ll say what she only hinted at: beyond a certain point, it’s simply not reasonable to pursue kinky interactions in too small a town, or in no town at all. You might get lucky (I did, and I’ve offered advice myself on finding kinky love from the middle of nowhere by online means more useful than the traditional personals sites) but a truly reasonable plan is going to require, eventually, moving to where the kinky people are.

I put it fairly mildly in my advice:

If you get him, you or he will almost certainly end up having to move — but that’s the price you pay for enlisting the awesome power of the internet to fix your love life.

Dan Savage’s recent column collecting advice to young gay people put it a bit more bluntly:

If you live in a little town: Get the fuck out. Move to a big city where there’re lots of people who are gay. You’ll have more dating options, and people will treat you with more respect.

It’s good advice for kinky people, too.

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Remember the cheesy spanking magazines from the 1970s? The ones with tons of overacting models and almost no actual spanking? This picture from vintage is a classic example of the genre:

I think I need one of those big square paddles, though…

I’ve found what has to be the mildest reaction to a good ginger figging I’ve yet seen. Annie earned herself a punishment paddling and then it went like this:

He fetched the awaiting ginger root from the glass of ice water sitting behind his desk. I felt his cool hand opening my throbbing bottom cheeks knowing what was to come. The icy wet root soon invaded my bumhole. Once deeply implanted to Robert’s satisfaction, he pulled up my shorts and ordered me to sit at his computer and write an essay for him to demonstrate I fully understood what I’d done, the effect it was having and suggestions on how to fix it. I had one hour, no more, no less. At the end of the hour I was to present myself and the essay to him upstairs.

It was a loooong hour. Trying to concentrate with that damned root blazing in my ass is not an easy thing. Then there was the assignment itself. The first two parts were easy….

And that’s the last we hear of the ginger (except when it comes out.) Damn girl! Talk about cool as a cucumber.

Of course in the context of the situation, the ginger was the least of Annie’s worries. But still.

Update: In the comments, Annie has confirmed that the ginger was the least of her worries, but has generously added the missing lurid details. Worth promoting to the main post:

A ginger root plug up one’s backside is distracting in itself, kinda like having a lit sparkler up one’s ass is distracting. Being required to SIT adds a whole ‘nother level of interest. With my cheeks pressed around the root, its fire was extended well beyond its already unholy realm. I squirmed this way, then that way trying to relieve at least one point of contact at any given time, all the while trying to write a coherent essay. Even more difficult, trying to be contrite while doing so. A sizzling ginger root plug has a way of making me just a bit testy… OK, a lot testy, making me less motivated to say “I’m sorry, dear” than express my more sincere sentiment of the moment: “you evil fucknuts, I wanna pull your eyeballs outa your asshole!” Or something like that. A true test of submission.

Then having to walk, then climb stairs, my bottom cheeks not only rubbing against the extended root but moving it around inside, further activating its wicked oozing fire making me clench my teeth to keep from screaming, each step pure torture…

You all know the stories about what the young ladies get up to at that Girls Boarding School. Apparently it’s all true — I mean, would pornography take liberties with the truth? In any case, it hardly matters. Aren’t these girls just as cute as kittens?

Uh, oh, I think they are busted:

This can only lead to tears. Sure enough:

There was a bunch of spanking leading up to that, of course, and some very sore and regretful bottoms.

If you’ve been reading A Creative Spanked Wife lately, you’ll know that Patty managed to earn herself a hard spanking every day for ten days in a row. Ouch! Apparently she got a lot of email, both sympathetic and (sigh) judgmental. I dunno if she got any jealous mail, but once all the lonely spanko girls read Fred’s note from day nine, she might start getting it. Excerpt:

You’d be proud of her submission this week. She’s been afraid. She’s been insecure. She’s been damned classy too. No man can ask for more in his submissive than that she be strong, resolved and accepting. My brat’s been that and more.

Patty’s submission is more perfect than I deserve. When she’s right, and I am right and our wills clash, she gives me her grace. Might be she bucks it for a while, might be we both miss and argue it for a while, ultimately, when life settles out, it just is. The brat yields her faith and trust to me.

She’ll tell you she struggles. She’ll tell you she fights me. WEG. She’s a brat. Even when she’s good, she’s bad.

This is another one of those foolish-but-cute non-spankings that you often see pretty porn starlet girls indulging in:

In this case, the ladies are known as the Taylor Twins, and wouldn’t you say they look ready for more?

Cute indeed, but I wish they’d lose the hooker shoes.

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Spanking Blog doesn’t often mention or comment on news stories like this one, because there’s nothing erotic about criminal charges:

Strippers Arrested in Alleged Spanking
3 Strippers and Two Club Managers in Arkansas Arrested for Allegedly Injuring Man With Spanking

Jul. 10, 2005 – Three strippers and two nightclub managers have been arrested for allegedly spanking a Bald Knob trucker at his 31st birthday bash and severely bruising his backside.

After his friends paid $25, Keith Lowery was handcuffed and spanked with a 3-foot-long paddle and a belt while one of the strippers restrained his head with her legs, investigators with the Pulaski County Sheriff’s Office said.

Kelly Eslick, 21, a stripper at Sensations nightclub in Jacksonville, northeast of Little Rock, admitted to police that she used a paddle drilled with holes for less air resistance while the two other dancers, Lisa Nolen, 23, and Charlene Smith, 23, used the belt.

The three women were charged with misdemeanor battery, and they and two other club employees James Daugherty, 31, and Dena Mitchell, 30 were charged with participating in an obscene performance at a live public show, a felony punishable by up to 10 years in prison.

Daugherty had planned to have patrons sign a waiver releasing the club from liability, but investigators said the club has agreed to discontinue all spankings. All five club employees were arraigned Friday, then released after receiving an Aug. 4 court date in Pulaski County District Court.

What makes this story interesting, however, are the things said and not said. “Bruising his backside”, “handcuffed”, “restrained his head”, “misdemeanor battery” — these are all phrases designed to suggest that Keith Lowery was the unwilling victim of his loutish friends and some sadistic strippers. Our mind is supposed to paint a picture of his outrage and humiliation and his complaint to the police, without which (in civilized jurisdictions) there could be no battery charge.

But go read the story again. You’ll not find a word indicating that Keith Lowery was at all unhappy with his buddies’ birthday gift. Despite the reporter’s strong efforts to paint the picture of an unwelcome physical assault, isn’t it curious that there’s not a single actual fact in the story to back up that viewpoint?

I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts, the “investigators” mentioned in the story were in the club undercover, looking for an excuse to make arrests or otherwise hassle the club owners. Who here thinks (based on the reporting in the story) that Keith Lowery ever said a word of complaint prior to the arrests?

Thanks to Donna for emailing the link.