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When I first saw the movie “The Secretary”, I remember being annoyed that they’d portrayed the main female character as essentially crazy, and given her a self-destructive cutting habit to show it.

Little did I know.

Since then, I’ve read a lot of BDSM blogs, and discovered that a remarkable percentage of girls who like spanking or more serious BDSM games used to cut themselves. This next quote is from one such. I’m quoting her because I am always interested in what women get from their spankings. Desiree writes:

I think about my ass. It’s warm. It’s soft. It’s unmarked. It’s not sore. It hasn’t been sore for many months. I think of an equation. A spanking is better than anything I’ve ever tried. A pleasure unlike any other. It’s way better than cutting. I get the relaxation. The repose. The floaty feeling, without the scars I have to hide, the guilt, and the shame. It’s so much nicer than muscle relaxants. Everything on me relaxes after a spanking, and stays relaxed for days afterwards. I sleep better. It’s warmer too. Nothing heats things up like a nice spanking. Pills don’t do that. Canings work on frustration and anger too. They make you feel good afterwards, way better than a triple dose of Paxil or Celexa.

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By the time I got to my third spanking that first night, I was practically begging with huge puppy dog eyes to be caned.

For the first time in ages, I could relax. I woke up the next morning happy. I’d drifted off to sleep that night feeling delicious. I felt decadent and disgustingly gorgeous for three days. That was how long it took for the welts from the caning to go down.

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There is pleasure in the kiss of the cane. No pain. It hurts, but it’s not pain. It’s delicious. It’s magical. I can cum in shudders from having my nipples slapped over and over with the top of a riding crop or the tongue of a belt.

I can remember one late Friday night at a fetish club in the city. It was my first experience with a single tail. I could feel it flicker and lick along the expanse of my ass. After a while N—- came around to me and lifted my chin, telling me to open my eyes. He was doing the standard safety check to make sure I was still with him. I was, but I was also riding each and every wave. I was lost in a haze of sheer pleasure. It had long since stopped being pain. He nodded and stroked my hair, telling me to let myself go and just float with him. He didn’t have to tell me twice.

The razor blade may have made me float after it was all said and done, but this was so very different. So very beautiful. This was the difference between masturbating and having awesome sex with someone who knew my body better than I did.

There’s more — much more — because when Desiree writes, she writes at length.

I wish I knew what the scenario for this spanking was. It’s taking place outdoors, in a crowd. Did someone lose a bet at a street festival, or a volleyball picnic? Whatever is going on, it looks like fun:

From Usenet.

The old “When do I tell this girl I want to spank her?” problem usually has no easy answers, unless she brats you up and then says “What are you going to do, spank me?” when you laughingly tell her to cut it out. Telling her on the first date can be less than ideal; but waiting until things get serious could be rough and unfair to both of you, if it turns out spanking is a deal-breaker.

Just because a problem has no easy solutions, however, doesn’t mean there aren’t a bunch of dead wrong answers that, frankly, should never have crossed your mind in the first place. Example:

I went out with this one fella who had a thing for spanking. I didn’t realize this. So we had gone out a little, meeting in town at bars and whatnot, but nothing serious. No nekkidness, nothing more than sweet little innocent kisses. So one night we’re at a fairly good sized bar, and he’s been drinking pretty heavily. COMPLETELY OUT OF NOWHERE, he grabs me roughly and bends me over and starts spanking the hell out of me, in front of all these folks who looked suddenly uncomfortable. I mean, he left welts. In public. I hadn’t given him any indication this was a) acceptable or b) desired, so I was clueless. Couldn’t sit down properly for days after that. Dealbreaker.

How drunk would you have to be, to think this was a good idea?

Don’t you think it’s just cute as kittens when they try to talk their way out of an inevitable spanking? Mija (from the excellent new Punishment Book) managed to rack up a hundred and thirty eight bucks worth of overdue library book fines at a time when money was tight. Then she tried to talk her way out of her punishment. It didn’t work:

“I think we’re going to need to have a little discussion about this tonight, Mija.”

I tried, gently, to point out we had already been discussing it and perhaps the matter could now be considered closed. Pablo was not convinced. I reminded him that there were people on the newsgroup who would appreciate the chance to take my place. He agreed there might be, but that I was the one he was expecting. (Personally I think a whipping boy or girl would be an ideal addition to our household.)

“At 6:00 PM, not one minute afterwards, I want to find you waiting in that corner in a white tee-shirt, navy knickers, white ankle socks and your hair in a pony tail.”

“But the blue ones are too tight.”

“Yes?”

From his reply, I suspected he already knew that. My stomach turned over and I started to tear up a little. Pab held me tight and absently stroked my hair. After a few minutes, I had to speak (again, silence is hard when I’m nervous). I told him I was sorry.

“I know you are, sweetie.”

“So, um, what are you thinking about?”

Lame question, I know. And Pab always says “nothing.” Except, he didn’t.

“I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

Eeep! I think I fainted.

Thanks to Paul for the link.

I like this picture of a well-spanked girl trying to get comfortable after her spanking. It’s from Spanked Cutie, and there’s a whole gallery of this chastised young lady carrying her sore bottom around and showing it off:

No rest for the wicked!

OK, from a more innocent age, this posed fraternity spanking photo:

I’m really only posting this because I like the car.

Found on Usenet.

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