Getting Serious About Play

I am feeling better today. Better enough to be horrified at the state of our apartment and insist that M help me move things so I could vacuum. Better enough to shower and blow dry my hair. Better enough to be driven to our favorite weekend breakfast spot for real food. But not so good that each of those activities didn't require a 20-minute (or more) rest. This is my after-brunch rest time. It's possible that I'm supposed to be napping, but M is in the other room on the computer and I think I'm ok as long as I'm having quiet time.

Just after the Shadow Lane party, I posted at Punishment Book about my desire to do more spanking play as opposed to real-life discipline, which is both at the heart of my kink and the bulk of what M and I do together. Paul linked to that post and spun off his own thoughts, which made me think about it again. So this is a response to a response. Of sorts. (Remember, you're getting the ramblings of a recently very sick woman.)

Paul wrote:

I think it's probably especially important for people whose primary expression of the kink is real-life discipline that they try to balance that with play that's more explicitly fun, both with their own partners and with others - whatever the conventional kink analogue of a fuck buddy would be.

An excellent point. For those of us who live in real-life, real-time discipline relationships, it can lose some of the spark or some of the energy. If the bottom is always misbehaving and the top is always correcting said misbehavior, it can become as rote and dry as the cliche about vanilla sex where she lies on her back and thinks about England. (Sorry, Paul!) We fall into our expected roles, play out the scripted encounter, and return to the rest of our lives. Which doesn't mean we get no enjoyment or fulfillment out of the interaction, quite the contrary. The very normalcy can be a wonderful thing; I know many people, tops and bottoms, who would love to be in a relationship where kink or discipline were the norm. But it does mean that we may be losing sight of the possibilities for different kinds of interactions and dimensions.

Like a fuck buddy. My gay friends are probably more comfortable with this idea than my straight friends, but we in the kink world certainly have an analogy. Many of the kinky folks I know are purposely not monogamous kink-wise. They tend to share their kink energy more readily than most share their sexual energy, and I think this is a good thing. I'm certainly not proposing that everyone must have multiple spanking partners, but as Paul points out, it can definitely be a good thing for those of us who fall on the heavy-to-serious end of the spanking spectrum. One way to lighten things up is to have alternative partners who interact in a different way than our primary/disciplinary partners. People who only spank you for fun or only spank you to orgasm. Intentionally seeking these relationships is a good, healthy way for us to balance WIIWD (What It Is We Do) with some fun.

And it's generally good to shake up routines and bring spice into a relationship. (Though our "routine" is probably many people's "extra spicy.") It doesn't hurt to remind ourselves to have fun with this glorious kink we've been given. Fun can mean pushing the limits of tolerance--but it can also mean taking some of the pressure off ourselves and playing on a different, lighter level.

Some of my friends play only on light levels. They dislike role play or anything that smacks (forgive the pun) of real-life or discipline. Some of them are sensualists, some are into heavier play, some only like it as foreplay before a sexual encounter. But for those of us who need a "real" dimension, lighter play can pose a problem. Again, Paul:

Figuring out what it means for play to be real, without being real-life . . . is a bit of a conundrum. . . . I'm not interested in play unless it's meaningful.

I don't play much at parties either, for this same reason. I am not a lap surfer, and I had some pretty serious meltdowns after my first few parties where I played with everyone who asked. It took a while to realize that I have a powerful connection with anyone who spanks me; I believe this is because all play is real on some level for me. Even if I'm not being spanked for a reason, the connection and the relationship are real, and those are not things I mess around with. So for me, meaningful play comes from the relationship with the top: a high degree of trust, of course, but also a compatibility of style. I have found a few people I enjoy playing with very much, usually people who are comfortable with themselves and who are flexible enough to play at varying levels of intensity. I am capable of playing very heavily, and I like a partner who can go there too.

Of all the possible ways to engage, discipline is the most intimate, most intense level for me, and I reserve access to that area for only a few people. It is satisfying to a degree I cannot describe; it quite literally puts my world straight and reorients me when I am muddled. But there are levels of engagement below discipline, and I haven't explored those as much.

Probably the level just below discipline is flying. Flying comes from a long build-up spanking where I can relax into the increasing intensity and eventually not experience the heaviest blows as pain at all. I know I'm flying when I lean into the next stroke, eager for the sensation. Others around me know I'm flying when I get a blissful look on my face or start giggling at ridiculously hard strokes. Leather implements will get me to fly the best--I don't think I fly often with wooden implements because the sensation is wrong.

I can also enjoy mock punishment when there are a few people around: me teasing and getting tossed over someone's lap for a few swats. The interaction becomes as much about the crowd and me as it does the top and me, though for it to be fun I still have to trust the top.

"Just because" spankings are sometimes difficult for me to process. I am genuinely hard-wired for punishment, so I expect a reason for a spanking. I've expanded my definition enough that "flying" now counts as a reason, but I have to consciously make myself relax into spankings that are meant to be long and fun. Having experienced some very nice ones, I am better able to shut up the voice in my head that says, "Stop! This isn't fair! I've been good! Why am I getting spanked?" but it still takes me longer to get into that headspace than a punishment headspace.

Then, of course, there are sexual spankings. By sexual spankings, I mean spankings that are only meant to arouse one or all parties and perhaps bring someone to orgasm. No other motives or trappings, no scolding, no stories, no discipline flavor. For as connected as spanking and sex are for me, I've not experimented much with these. My punishment spankings usually turn me (and M) on enough that things proceed naturally from there. And discipline is still at the heart of my kink, so even if I'm not in trouble I'm usually imagining it. Or our foreplay has some taste of it.

I guess this means that I still have some exploring to do in terms of play spanking. Which I'm more than willing to tackle. :-)

Clawing My Way Back

I have been sick for the last week. Flat on my back, abjectly miserable, 102° fever, coughing up a lung, can't breathe through my nose, can't swallow anything, shoot-me-now sick. I haven't checked email, voice mail, text messages, blogs, or done much communicating at all beyond whispered pleas for a little more water. I've sweated through every single pajama-type piece of clothing I own, washed them, and sweated through some a second time. I don't remember the last time I was this wretchedly sick. Today I'm back to about 40% of myself, which means that I have a semblance of a voice, I went to work for about three hours in the afternoon, and got swatted. Considering how far from possible those things have been all week, this is nothing short of a miracle.

Thank you for the sweet wishes and prayers for health. I think it'll be a while before I'm back to full speed, but at least the $20 offer to put me out of my misery is off the table. ;-)

Backup, Please!

Help! I know there's a rule about not getting spanked when the bottom is sick, which means there has to be a rule about not getting spanked when we're both sick. But I don't have access to my Book of Rules and I'm afraid it'll be too late by the time I find it. Does anyone have a copy handy? Could you look in the "Illness and Disease" chapter under "Exemptions"? Please?

You Found Me Again!

More fun search terms that brought unsuspecting (or suspecting?) folks to this blog.

i love m*a*s*h Oh dear. I love M*A*S*H too, but I don't think this is what you were looking for, honey.

pajama spanking Um, pajamas don't give very good spankings. Kind of noodle-y and weak. I prefer the human kind. But whatever floats your boat...

gentle spank No way! As far as I'm concerned, spank hard or don't spank at all. Unless I'm really sore, and then you should be rubbing, not making it worse.

boys being whipped spanking gay m/m discipline Yikes. That's an awful lot to look for in one site. Sorry, guys; wish I could help you.

ghandi spanking story Tee hee. Now that I'd like to read!

iris noise Actually, I pride myself on being very quiet during spanking. No noise from this Iris.

m/m stories? Are you sure? Maybe you'd rather see some M/F stuff? Or F/F? Just checking.

reality spanking Trust me, the spankings here are very real. No fictional accounts, no misrepresentations, and no exaggerations (mostly). And frankly, if NBC held a spanking reality show, I think I'd have a damn good shot at winning.

what we celebrate iris day OK, I don't know what this is, but I'm all for it! Do I get flowers or chocolate? Or good girl spankings?

And the WTF award goes to:

"jump on his belly" Uh, what?

Top Ten List

I don't agree with all the editor's choices, but some of these are wonderful. The short clips at the beginning are great! A little fun to start off your week, perhaps.



P.S. Which ones do you like and which ones not? I think my favorite is actually #4 and I actively dislike #7 (cruelty isn't my kink).

Yum

If you haven't read sparkle's new post yet, you should check it out.

It's deliciously hot, written with a wry sense of humor and self-deprecation, and it inspired some, um, fun activity this morning at my house. Not specifically along the lines of her topic, but fun nonetheless.

Any day that starts off with shared porn, a spanking, and me getting fucked while kneeling on the leather armchair is a good day. [grin]

Old Fashioned Spanking

I think this is really cute, but I wonder about the initial caption. Would they really have been spanked for not eating the cake?

And why didn't the little brother get spanked too? Oh, I know! It's setting up a scene where the sister spanks him. It's only fair.

Happy New Year!

Hallo, chickadees!

Sorry I've been MIA for a while. I was off in the frozen, magical wonderland of the Midwest, visiting family. M and I went sledding (wiping out in a magnificent jump and half-twist), ate more than our fair share of sugar and junk (ugh), and saw almost my entire family in a week (put 650 miles on the rental car). And I didn't get spanked once! Which, uh, may have had more to do with the fact that we were constantly surrounded by vanillas, but I'd like to think it had something to do with my behavior.

Except that I got spanked/hairbrushed the day after we got home for various and sundry misbehaviors accumulated while we were gone. Tops have memories like elephants.

I received two New Year's blessings, which I pass on to you. The first is from my friend Princess Gail:

May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet of $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy. May the problems you had forget your home address. In simple words, may 2008 be the best year of your life!

The second is from my friend Doc Ken:

May your days be filled with joy
May your nights be filled with wonder
And may all the in-between times be filled with all the spankings you could possibly want, need, desire, or deserve