Sunday, June 30, 2013

I'm Finally on Facebook



Those who know me are well aware that I am wary of social media as a whole. I barely have time to keep up with real life, let alone a virtual one.

But given the changes at Blogger, I no longer feel comfortable linking directly to my other web content.

So now you'll find it on facebook.

I may even update the page once in awhile...

Friday, April 5, 2013

Cab Ride Through Kink

Imagine a guy getting into the back of a taxi.

“Where to?” says the driver.

“Um, I don't know,” says the guy. “I just wanna go for a ride.”

“Ok. You don't wanna go anywhere specific?”

“Not really. I mean I might want dinner or something, maybe.”

“So should I take you to a restaurant?”

“I don't know.”

“How about a movie? You like movies?”

“Not sure. I've never really been to one.”

“Ok, well how about a concert.”

“Haven't tried that either, but I don't think it sounds fun.”

“Hm... well we can't take a trip unless you have a destination. Are you sure you don't have someplace in mind?”

“Not really.”

“You want me to pick?”

“Well maybe, but what if I don't like what you choose?”

“Ok, tell you what... you said you might be hungry, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But you don't want to go to a restaurant.”

“Well, not exactly. I might want to. I just don't know.”

“How about if we drive by? You can go in, look around, maybe try a bite or two and see if you like it.”

“I don't think I want to.”

“Buddy, I can't take you somewhere if you don't know where you want to go.”

“But I know where I want to go.”

“Ok, so where do you want to go?”

“Out.”

“Out's a big place. You're gonna have to get a little more specific.”

“Well, someplace in the same city... maybe.”

“Ok, so somewhere in this city. But it's a big city.”

“Wait, let's not limit ourselves. Going to the next city might be kinda fun.”

“So you maybe want to go to a different city? That's a long ride, pal.”

“Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should stay here.”

“Ok, so any idea yet about where you wanna go?”

“You're the driver, shouldn't you know?”

“Buddy, you got any idea how many people take cabs every day? Every single one of them wants to go someplace different. If everyone wanted to go the same place they'd all take the bus.”

“Wait, so you don't know where I need to go?”

“Well, I can make suggestions, but it's your trip. You gotta tell me what you're trying to do.”

“I just want some fresh air.”

“The park then, maybe?”

“Maybe. But it's cold there. And it's dark.”

“Tell me again why you called a cab.”

“I wanna go.... somewhere. I think.”

“Ok so what made you want to go somewhere?”

“I don't know.”

“You aren't hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Don't need to shop for anything?”

“No.”

“Don't want to go visit anybody?”

“Nope.”

“So you wanna just drive around for awhile? See the sights? Maybe see if something strikes your fancy?”

“No, I want to have like the best most amazing cab ride ever.”

“Without knowing where you want to go.”

“Look, you're the driver. You really should know.”

“I told you, people go different places. And you don't want to go the wrong place.”

“well don't you know the right place?”

“Not unless you know what kind a place you need.”

“Don't you just drive people wherever?”

“Sometimes, but most of the time someone has at least some idea of where they wanna go before they get in the cab.”

“Oh, well I've never taken a cab before. I really don't know everywhere cabs go.”

“but something made you call one.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to try it.”

“Ok, so what made you want to try it?”

“I don't know.”

“Did you see pictures of someone in a cab? Maybe a movie that made a cab ride seem exciting?”

“Not really.”

“So you just woke up one day and decided you wanted to take a cab.”

“Yeah.”

“Ever dream about it? Have fantasies? Do you think about taking a cab?”

“Not really.”

“So then why did you call one?”

“I just saw the ad and thought I should.”
“You know how taking a cab works, right?”

“No.”

“Want me to explain?”

“You don't really have to. I'm not interested.”

“Ok, so maybe we'll go around the block, tell me to stop if you see someplace you want to go.”

“I don't want to have to tell you how to drive me. You're supposed to know. That's what I'm paying you for.”

“No. You're paying me to know how to get to a specific place and drive you there safely. I decide how we get there, but you gotta tell me where you wanna go.”

“but I don't know any places to go.”

“Then why did you call the cab?”

“I just wanted to.”

“Ok. I would love to make you happy and take you on the best cab ride ever, but if you don't have some idea where you want to go we could end up driving around all night and never find anyplace you like.”

“Don't you have places most people want to go?”

“Yeah, but I suggested all those already and you didn't like any of them.”

“I thought the point of taking a cab was to let someone else decide where to go.”

“Yes and no. You can pick a destination, or we can pick it together, or I can pick it for you, but you have to have at least some idea of what kind of place you'd like to end up.”

“Wait, so you're saying I have to know where I want to go before you can take me there?”

“Pretty much.”

“So people don't all go to the same places?”

“Not usually. One person might want to go to a bar, another might want to go to the art museum, and a third might want to go to the grocery store. It all depends on what they need.”

“And they have to tell you? You don't just know?”

“No, I don't. Now if I know someone a long time and drive em around a lot I start to know where they like to go and can show up at their door before they even know they want a ride. But I can't do that with someone I've never met before. People are just too different.”

“But can't you just guess?”

“I can, but I might get it totally wrong, and that could be bad. If I take someone who wants to go to the art museum to the bar they might get in a fight and get hurt, or if I take the guy who wants to go to the bar to art museum he's just gonna get bored. And if I take the person who wants to go to the grocery store to the airport, they're not gonna get any food and then they'll still be hungry. I won't do a good job and they'll be unhappy.”

“Man, this is way too complicated. I just wanna go for a ride.”

“So tell me where to.”

“But if you can't figure it out, how am I supposed to?”

“Buddy, you're the only one who can.”

“Hm...”

The man thinks for several long moments.

“Are you sure you're a cab driver?”

The moral of this story:

You have to know what you want before someone can give it to you!!!


Monday, April 1, 2013

Green Beers = Red Bottoms






Yes, Saint Patrick's Day was a couple of weeks ago now, but as my darling boys know, sometimes I get very, very busy.

And while there may be a delay in dealing with misbehavior, it will be dealt with.

To me, there are few misbehaviors more serious than those that involve over-indulging in alcohol.

Binge Drinking has become a serious health issue in our current society, and the dangers are numerous.

Even if one is wise enough not to drive, the risk to oneself and others is far too great to ignore.

In fact, binge drinking can be as, if not more, dangerous than being a daily alcohol abuser.

This is behavior that is not to be tolerated.

It's bad enough when an ignorant college student engages in such a risky practice, but when a man old enough to know better does it, it's inexcusable.

And if it's a repeat offense? Well, heaven help the boy facing me under those circumstances.

I gave a naughty boy a spanking under just such conditions today.

It was NOT a fun spanking. It was long, hard, bottom-scorching, tear-inducing agony. But it was very well deserved.

I am never overly cruel, but I am very strict if the occasion warrants it. This occasion did.

And I treated it with just severity.

We began with a long lecture on the risks of binge drinking and some pointed questions about how he could possible not know any better, or be foolish enough to carry on anyway when he did know.

Like most, at the time the fun seemed immediate and the consequences only a hazy future possibility and so he chose unwisely.

And paid a steep price for the folly.

We began with a long bare bottom spanking over my knee. My hand, a hairbrush, my nasty long handled hardwood spoon,  a short leather strap, and a small paddle all took their turns scorching his tender skin. In between the swats I continued to lecture and question. Each swat brought home a point with with a shuddering smack.

After a good 10 minutes over my knee I let him up. His bottom glowed red hot from the hard, fast spanking.

He stood in the corner, pants down, hands on his head, thinking about his predicament while I prepared the room for the next phase of his punishment.

The strop.



"Pure evil", is how most of my wayward charges describe this doubled over length of latigo leather  attached to a wooden handle.

They have a point. It's a heavy, wide, strap with a vicious snap as it lands on unprotected skin. The sound of it bounces off my walls like a rifle shot.

This is a strap reserved for only the most serious offenses.

I called my bad boy out of the corner.

He cringed when he saw me holding the strop. He knew it would be bad.

I didn't disappoint.

More lecturing as the strap cracked against his already sore bottom. He yelped as he kicked his feet and wriggled his hips from side to side under the licks.  I didn't count the number, just keep going until I heard his quiet sobs coming at a steady pace.

And then it was time for the finale.

10 lashes. The hardest he'd felt yet. Each bad enough to knock the breath out of him.

But just to make sure we drove the point home, I added one more little twist.

After every lash I required him to say aloud that "green beers equal red bottoms."

10 times he said it. 10 times the strap bit into him. 10 times he cried out as it burned.

And 10 times he learned the heavy price for  irresponsible behavior.

I don't think he'll be repeating it any time soon.







Thursday, March 21, 2013

Happy Equinox, Everyone!

Ah, Spring has arrived at last, and Easter is just around the corner.

Soon it will be that special time of year again:


Yes, that's right, switch gathering season is almost here.

Now if only I had a Bunny to whip through the fields in order to ensure a fertile harvest....

Monday, February 4, 2013

Hearing Things Again

Last time I talked about spanking in music, I mentioned Harry Belafonte's song "Mama, Look at Bubu."

This time I found a slightly more vague reference (I think) in The Shins'  song "It's Only Life".

"You used to be such a lion
Before you got into all this crying on my lap
Back when you thought I'd never get this far"

Really now?

I know it's not explicit, but if you have the spanko gene how can a certain image not form in your head when you hear those words?

Now if they'd said "crying on my shoulder" that would be one thing, but using "lap" gives a definite impression.

And how many fierce and brave boys and girls have been tamed over a strict knee? How many have baited and baited spankers, never believing they would actually spank?

And how many firm hands have turned lives around and made them better.

Yes, I definitely think there's a bit of implied discipline in this song.

P.S. Does James Mercer remind anyone else of Mick Fleetwood just a little bit?

Monday, January 28, 2013

Razor Strops are Still Alive and Well!!!

Earlier this month a friend had a birthday. He really needed an old fashioned oil stone for knife sharpening, so I went looking for one on the internet.

And what did I find?

A listing for razor strops, right there on the site. Real razor stops.

I just couldn't believe it!

The pictures on the site weren't very good, so I don't know if they would actually be any good for spanking, but I am dying to get one an find out!