It appears that it is "Question Month". I've not officially been told of this but several bloggers have alluded to the fact that March is the month when you can ask questions of bloggers. If, per chance, you have a desire to ask me a question, please do so and I will give you a considered response.
It is a funny thing. When reading posts of other bloggers I often wonder about them - what they look like, what they look like in their house or apartment, how they interact with others as they go about their life - but none of these matters really take the form of a question. I don't think I can ask them such questions and expect a response, given our anonymous state. My questions relate to my inner curiosity about what makes them tick, what turns them on, what sort of life they lead; basically, who they are.
And, when they say in a post that they were spanked, I want to know in my mind's eye what the position was, how it came to be that, whether she looked in the mirror for any marks later. I want to know what sort of a bed they have and the colour of the sheets; if the weather outside is freezing or if they are looking onto tropical plants. I want to know how he kisses her and how she responds when he pulls her ponytail. I want the whole picture. I guess you could say, I want the details but I rather doubt that any of you are prepared to give them to me.
So, I completely understand if no-one can form a single question for me because I am not at all sure that I can form a single question for you that you'd be prepared to answer.
Nonetheless, the offer stands.
P.S. Here is a giveaway. My sheets are always white. It is a 'thing' I have.
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When did you "know" or understand that you were a spanko? When did your interest in TTWD form?
ReplyDeletedieseldiva
Mine? Birth Lol!
dieseldiva: I was incredibly young when my mind had thoughts of being spanked. I was very definitely less than ten years old when I would bend over in the bathroom as the water was drawing for a bath and imagine what it was like to be told to do that because I was to be spanked. I was deeply curious because it never happened to me and I wondered what it would be like: half scared to death and half wanting it to happen.
ReplyDeleteIf I came across a reference to a spanking in a story I luxuriated in reading it over and over and on the odd occasion when I saw a spanking in a movie, I held my breath and stayed very quiet so that no-one could be aware of how aroused I was.
I discovered the delights of touching myself at a very early age. I don't think I was any older than five or six when I realized my body could climax and I used to dream up scenarios in my mind where I had been naughty and needed to be spanked.
Since I was a no-trouble child, doing my work and keeping out of any trouble at all (boring...) I had precious little opportunity to experience what in my mind was what I wanted and these thoughts were my deep, dark secrets. At school for a time, I worried that my thoughts could be read and people would know who I really was and that was at the age of about eight.
I did a great deal of ballet when I was young and my ballet master was Russian - he had a heart of gold but he was tough! One day, I messed up a routine and he called me to him and told me to bend over his knee and he gave me a couple of swats. Of course, it didn't hurt because the idea was to embarress me not hurt me, but it hooked me in. He was cross but he was also caring when he did that. He wanted me to do well and that was his way of showing me that he cared. Or at least, that was my interpretation. Certainly, I know he liked me because he gave me a beautiful book once as a prize for most improved dancer. I somehow 'got' that you could be strict but caring and kind at the one moment. It is the same for me to this day and the relationship I feel I have with my mentor.
The very word 'spank' can send me into a frenzy. I was *that* besotted with these thoughts and once I became technological with a laptop of my own and typed that word into my computer, I came to see that what I wanted was not just me, but that a great many people felt the same way. From that very day, I became interested in knowing *eveything* about TTWD and although I am disciplining myself by not writing posts about myself for a time, my interest is stronger than ever. Deep down, at the very core or me, is this desire to be controlled; contained; adored; cherished and loved. In my mind at the earliest of ages, those adjectives went together and they always will.
Uh-oh! They are verbs aren't they; doing words; not adjectives at all. But, then again, I think that cindi wrote that response. I really do.
ReplyDeletewe have several sets of sheets but my favorites are a deep burgundy with a wide strip on strip type patter.
ReplyDeleteDo you have a favorite possession fro childhood?
Sir J: You see, I love these *details* about people; their choices.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was at school, each year I won a prize. I don't mean to brag, I just need to fill you in. I have all these books still with the tag inside why I was given the book (for example, 'English Prize'). I was given a copy of 'Jane Eyre' and that is a favouite possession from childhood because the relationship between Jane and Edward Rochester formed much of my thinking and life really.
When my father died I asked only for his hats; caps. He often wore a hat and when I conjur him in my mind still, he is always wearing one of his much loved caps. He always wore a hat to the races, where I went with him often and his caps to watch trials and visit horses. When I open my cupboard to choose a top to wear with a skirt, there they are.
If I had my copy of 'The Bolshoi Ballet' still it would be a prized possession but alas it was given away without my permission.
I didn't know March was question month either. But, then again, I've been off-blogging for so long I feel out of the loop. I'm like you; I try to visualize the person I'm reading and their surroundings. Often I think of their spanking encounters as being in a silent location ... not sure why; but I never hear talking or a radio/tv, etc. - just the sound of flesh being surprised. Hope all has been well with you. Have a good evening. Rusty
ReplyDeleteRusty,
ReplyDeleteYou raise a very interesting point and certainly one I will consider when witing a story next. One's focus certainly seems to be on the sound of hand/cane/belt on flesh. Yet, the girl *does* hear other sounds, doesn't she?! The sound of him moving around her, perhaps someone else's silent sympathy for her, or the fact that outside that door, life is going on.
My husband once gave me the thrill of all thrills and caned me in a park, behind a big patch of cane. My mind was acutely listening out for sound and when I heard someone close to us, my heart stopped!