Mainstream Spanking Startles

One of my areas of extreme geekery in the world of CP kink is mainstream media references or depiction. For as long as I can remember images, discussions, threats and footage of CP have been logged in the dusty filing cabinets of my mind from television, film and books. In future posts I will explore the reasons why I think this is so.

Having perused many of the internet's databases and sites relating to this, I am confident that many I am aware of are absent from record. I intend to rectify this! I had this discussion with fellow geek Richard Windsor in Vegas earlier this year and on numerous occassions with Mrs Slayer, Leia Ann Woods. Both were of the opinion that I should commit this section of the Yellow Brick Road of my mind to paper ( or keyboard more accurately ).

So, for starters here is an excerpt from last week of Scottish presenter Lorraine Kelly giving *comedian* Noel Fielding a spanking on quiz show Never Mind the Buzzcocks

Hmmmm, I wonder!!

This photo intrigues me for a number of reasons. They are probably teachers, probably in the U.S, probably in the 1950s. Well, straight away that ticks all the boxes for me. They appear also to be little older than the seniors they may be teaching.

They are obviously amused ( or titillated ) by something or by someone. Has the normally obvious behaviour of the attention-seeking class clown finally produced a moment worthy of his moniker? Has the bully come a cropper at the hands of the weedy kid? Has the nauseating sycophant been embarassed by his exasperated classmates? Has the bad boy, that brooding, defiant misanthrope elicited in them reversion to girlish excitement as they see in him an alternative to their own pastel, neutered existence. Who knows?

The one on the left is holding what in all likelihood is a blackboard pointer. It could be a cane but if we accept our original postulate that it is a U.S photo, then that is unlikely. Although she could still use it in the vicinity of the disobedient if warranted, I suspect it would be a wooden paddle that she would remove from her desk drawer suggestively to quell any sign of mutiny. What do you think?

Whatever the truth behind the photo, I can easily imagine being sat in the classroom before them, my mind firmly set on another Teacher Slaying ;)

Back in the Saddle

I got spanked on Saturday. For a CP Scene based blog this is scarcely a revelation, but for me it was the first (non drunken, pre-sex, bed annihilating) CP I had taken for months. It was awesome. I felt immediately connected again to the world I had left behind, ablaze in my mind, almost a year ago.

So, back in the saddle? Perhaps! Only this time the saddle is not on a horse that can be startled and thrown. The saddle is on a giant, motherfucking elephant with armour plating. My hiatus has left me wiser, and more aware of the psychological investment I had made in the scene. My coach, the exquisite Dr Whacker Woods, is moving me on to paddles and canes next (I don't bother with straps generally, they bore me) so that I can resurrect my once ridiculous tolerance.

I have been invited to an upcoming, small group event organised by close friends which will mark my return to scene activity. I am anticipating it with both excitement and trepidation because it is my favourite of all scenarios. But then that's the buzz, isn't it? In every sense of the term, it's *back to school* for me........Tick, tock!!!

Thrown from the Horse on the Yellow Brick Road

Aside from a mixture of metaphors, the title of this post refers to the circumstances which elicited my withdrawl from CP Scene play and my move, like any good competitor past their peak, into commentary and management.

The acceleration from a first ever otk hand spanking to judicial level CP in little over 6 months and on to dark, protracted scenes and public JCP left me with very few further options. I had sprayed blood up my back and onto the ceiling, broken implements, trembled and gasped my way through shock and won scars on my ass and thighs that will never recede. Quite simply, there was no challenge left in it!

I had also experienced the worst of the scene. A hard limit that was ignored and a psychological impact that left me despising the whole game. I never recovered from that and have played only 3 times since.

So, I decided that my future lay *beyond the yellow brick road* as Sir Elton so eloquently put it. This fantasy journey that I had careered through at full tilt had become detrimental. The trust was gone, and without trust you simply cannot engage in CP play.

This past week, for the first time in months, I have felt the slightest urge to unretire. I know it will not, and can not, be as it was. Once the trust goes, there will always be that little shadow of doubt seared into the psyche. Like a biker after their first serious spill, future rides will always be tempered by that sub-conscious caution and those highest of risks that are no longer taken. Still, I will get back on that horse, if only to try a gentle canter before dismounting again to safety.

Perhaps the passage of time does soften our standpoint, perhaps I have exorcised the ghosts of that horrific experience and unfucked the memories and feelings in my own mind, or perhaps I still have unfinished business and exploring left on the million laneways that run from the Yellow Brick Road......