coming out
9:28 PM | XOXO
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When I first entered the scene, everyone I knew seemed preoccupied with secrecy and privacy. They acted like their lives would be ruined if anyone discovered their interest in spanking. Soon, I started to worry that my best friends would be disappointed in me or worse disown me if they knew about my kinky life. I doubted the strength of my friendships and I started lying to my closest friends.
Well, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep lying to my closest friends. If I was going to stay in the scene, I knew that I would have to come out to my vanilla friends. I knew I would need their support and friendship and that meant that they needed to know the real me.
I was extremely nervous the first time I came out to a vanilla friend. I even tried to get my friend Amy a bit buzzed in an attempt to soften the blow. That was a total failure; instead, the wine bottle remained unopened while I babbled incoherently and Amy stared at me with her best blank expression. Clearly, I was not getting through to her. Finally, desperate and exasperated, I said it: “I like spanking.”
Amy started to giggle. “Really?” There was a mischievous glimmer in her eye.
I blushed. “Have you ever tried anything kinky?”
Amy looked down. “Blindfolds and handcuffs are kind of fun…”
My jaw nearly hit the floor. I was expecting her to tell me I needed to ‘get professional help’ or lecture me on safety or something! I certainly was not expecting a reassuring grin!
Needless to say, the conversation progressed from there and it went very well. Amy might even come to the local club with me to see what it’s all about. Amy’s response was wonderful – she reassured me that she cared about me as a person and that she’d rather know what’s going on in my life even if she doesn’t understand it. All I can say is that Amy is an amazing friend, and now that I’ve come out to her our friendship is even stronger.
(Since coming out to Amy, I have come out to my other close friends and they have all been grateful and supportive.)
be careful!
12:08 PM | XOXO
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My friend and I attended a recent scene event and we both believe that we were dosed; drugs were slipped into what we were drinking without our knowledge or consent when we drank from a communal bottle of soda.
Drugging someone without his or her consent is not only illegal but also dangerous. My friend and I both experienced severe medical reactions from this drug, which required medical attention. In addition, we both experienced extremely distressing and overwhelming emotional responses, which is not uncommon with this type of violation.
My friend and I agree that our experiences on the night of the party are consistent with the effects of the drug Rohypnol. Common effects of rohypnol include the following: impaired judgment, disinhibition, appearing to be drunk, confusion, blackouts, and anterograde amnesia. The effects of rohypnol last up to 12 hours.
My friend and I had no more than two drinks before getting some soda from an open container. This Boston University website explains, “Rohypnol is tasteless and odorless, and it dissolves easily in carbonated beverages,” and advises people to “Open your own bottle or container - don't accept opened drinks.” In the future, I will not pour myself drinks from large bottles. I will only drink beverages that I have opened myself and that I have kept an eye on.
I do not believe that my friend and I were targeted. My friend and I simply drank some soda that we poured out of a large bottle. One bad bottle of soda means that everyone at the party is at risk, and that frightens me.
The fact that no one else was affected leads me to believe that the drug was slipped into the open bottle after most of it was consumed. I have no idea why someone would do this, but I can provide many references that document similar cases at other scene events.
I admit that my friend and I made a mistake by drinking something from an open container. However, as we were at a private party with a closed guest list, we thought we were in a safe environment. The open bottles of soda are provided as a courtesy to all attendees. We have learned from this experience, and I know that I will never risk drinking from an open container at a party again, no matter how "safe" I feel.
Party organizers state, “We depend on our members to keep us informed if anyone violates them or their space in anyway. We as a community need to look out for each other and protect what we have here, which is valuable to all of us.” This sounds lovely, but nothing has been done to address what happened to me and my friend.
I do not hold the organizers of the party responsible for the fact that I got drugged. However, I hope they will take steps to prevent this kind of violation (drugging a person without his or her consent is illegal) from happening at future events.
No one wants to believe that this kind of thing can happen, but it does. This is not an isolated case. Please take care out there and be safe!
Love Our Lurkers
12:23 PM | XOXO
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I decided to post in honor of the "Love Our Lurkers" tradition and to encourage people to comment and say hello :-)
I have been rather busy and I hope to post about it soon. There were lots of good scenes and I want to do them justice. So stay tuned! More posts are on their way!!!
forgetfulness
5:50 PM | XOXO
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I've forgotten what a stroke of the cane feels like. I really have no idea how this happened. I've definitely been on the receiving end often enough! I honestly have no excuse for how I could forget such a thing.
It's not uncommon for me to get into more trouble immediately after being punished . Perhaps I don't remember the pain. Maybe it won't hurt as much next time. If I'm lucky, I might not get caught. Ultimately, the fact remains that I don't remember the force or the sting of the punishment. I guess I'm just weird. It wouldn't be the first time.
childhood memories
10:59 PM | XOXO
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I clearly remember my first day of kindergarten, when my teacher announced that she needed to give two lucky girls their birthday spankings. I had never heard of a spanking before; in preschool we celebrated birthdays with milk and cookies. I wanted to raise my hand and ask my teacher for an explanation but something told me this wasn’t the time to ask questions. A birthday spanking must be something very special, I thought, something only for big kids.
Before I knew it, my teacher had pulled Nora over her lap and given her six firm smacks on her bottom! And then she did the same thing to Valerie! I was horrified! Teachers weren’t supposed to hit students! This was so unfair! Surely someone should tell the principal about this…
I knew I didn’t want to be spanked in front of all my new friends on my birthday! That would be so embarrassing! I hoped my birthday would be on a weekend, or that I’d be ill, or that I’d be out of town… I even told my parents to tell to my teacher not to spank me. But at the same time, I desperately wanted to have that experience. I found the whole spanking thing oddly appealing and deeply intriguing.
the perils of texting
1:58 PM | XOXO
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I have been on the go since Thursday and I finally crashed on Sunday due to physical exhaustion. I was legitimately tired and spent most of the day in bed catching up on sleep. For better or worse, I have some toppy friends who like to check in with me:
Top: Did you get anything done today?
MM: No. I'm still in bed.
Top: Seriously?
MM: Yeah. Seriously.
Top: It is 5:30 in the evening. That's appalling.
MM: I don't care. I don't think you're going to do anything about it.
Top: Oh. Is that so?
MM: Oh definitely. I'm going back to sleep now.
Top: Because you need more rest?
MM: No. Because I can and because you're not going to do anything about it. :-)
Top: Oh. You can do anything you want even if it is lazy and self indulgent?
MM: Yes. Obviously.
Top: And that makes it okay?
MM: Yes. Stop texting me. It makes my phone beep and gets in the way of sleep.
Top: I don't appreciate your tone. Not one bit.
MM: You're interfering with my sleep. Knock it off.
Top: Oh. I'm about to interfere with your sleep all right.
And then there was a knock at the door. My stomach just about hit the floor. My apartment was a total disaster! I had piles of dirty clothes and dirty dishes everywhere! I wasn't expecting any visitors...
Another knock at the door. This time stronger and more persistent. I looked through the peep hole and confirmed it was my toppy friend.
As I opened the door he grabbed my ear and turned my face up so he could look me in the eyes: "We have a few things we need to discuss."
"I- I didn't think you'd come," I stammered.
"And you were wrong," he said as he bared my bottom and pulled me across his lap.
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