Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sunday Caning

image from Cane-iac
*Note- If you are wary of canes and/or heavy marking, you may want to skip this post. R, you've been warned.*

Canes are one of those things that used to terrify me. (Okay, sometimes they still do.) When I ventured out into the spanking world I said no #%*! way! It was a hard limit. This is where some annoyingly wise kinkster pops in and says that you'll end up doing whatever you said you'd never do. Yeah, yeah. Pipe down. This is my story!

Back to canes. A friend I trusted eventually got me to try it. And I loved it. Sometimes I love/hate it. Whatever. You get the idea. There are a LOT of canes out there that create different sensations. Most who have read here before know that I'm Team Sting all the way. No, not that Sting! I have a strong preference to sting over thud. I can handle a lot more stingy pain than I can that deep tissue thuddy awfulness. That's just me. YYMV, as they say.

Besides the lasting sting, for me there is a big mindfuck factor to caning. There's a structured feel to it. I feel the anticipation (sometimes verging on anxiety, but in a good way) beforehand. Feeling it tap against me before the hard stroke comes. Hearing the swish of the cane in the air. I'm not often in a position to easily see the person caning me so I rely on the sounds and sensations of it all.

There are times when I crave a good caning. And recently I got one. A is very skilled at caning, amongst other things, and this was the first time I'd been caned by him. He has about a million and a half canes I think. Rattan, delrin, it was all there. I was a bit wide-eyed surveying the collection. I expressed that I like sting over thud and about half of them were put away, still leaving many options. Once those were all picked out, I got undressed and lay on the bed. (Is it "lay" or "laid"? Fuck, I can never remember that.) I was a bit nervous but it faded as we talked about what my experiences with caning have been like.

He was a pro at giving a good warm-up. I don't think I would've been able to take nearly as much without that. It started slower as I got a feel for a few of the canes and the different sensations of each one. You can see from the picture that I received full coverage and it was kept pretty even. For much of it he was using more than one cane at a time and would get the same spot several times before switching to the other side. It was a steady pace that allowed me to handle the harder strokes when it worked up to that. He swapped to different canes a few times and I tried to give feedback on how they felt compared to the others, but I'm not always good at verbalizing that. After a few "I don't know's" he said he'd run through them again so I could compare. He struck me with 5 or 6 different canes in quick succession and asked again which one I liked best. When I had stopped squirming I looked back at him with a glare and he continued with an evil smile on his face. I vetoed the last one as too stingy even for me and tried to give clearer answers.

The intensity increased as he continued and there was much more squirming and moaning on my part. Probably an "oh fuck" or two in there as well. We were still talking throughout and he seemed to be judging my reactions well. At one point he paused and asked, "How did you say you feel about blood?" That freaked me out a little. "Am I really bleeding?" I looked back at my bottom and couldn't really tell amidst all the color and welts. I don't have a specific weak spot prone to breaking like some people do, so I was surprised. We had been at it for quite a while though. He had it covered and fixed me up with his first aid kit. Before the bandaid was put on I asked if he could take a few pics so I had proof of my battle scars. I asked if people often bled when he caned them. He said no that it doesn't usually get that far and I was able to take a lot. Yay, I'm a tough ass! Haha. Well, I can pretend for at least a little while. That is certainly not a challenge to anybody! And so ends the story of my Sunday caning.

  Love/hate, like I said.

Sunday, September 22, 2013


It was finally the time of the night I'd been eagerly awaiting.

The snaps at the front of my dress were each pulled apart one by one until it was removed.

His hand was at my back, guiding me to bend over the edge of the bed.

Then his hand lightly rubbed my bottom before delivering a hard smack.

I jumped a little upon impact as I got acclimated to the hardness of his hands.

The swats came down hard and fast as I squirmed from side to side.

I got on all fours on the bed as he rubbed up against me.

His hand was now at my back, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside.

He kept spanking me with one hand while the other grasped at my breasts and twisted my nipples.

He leaned forward and asked me how I was doing.

"Gooood," I mumbled with a smile.

He pulled down my panties and stood behind me with his flogger in hand.

It hit me with a thud that pushed my body forward into the bed.

Over and over and over.

The rhythm became comforting as I zoned out a bit.

Left to right, left to right, the falls struck every inch of my bottom.

I could feel I was reddening up and tried to stay in place.

He returned to my side and soothed my sore bottom.

His hands cupped my breasts and he asked again how I was doing.

"Very good," I said as I turned my head to kiss him and reciprocate my pleasure.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Why I Love Fall

The time is coming! October is almost here! It's finally one of my favorite times of the year. Don't you just love fall? 


Pretty colors!

Campfires! (Which means Peeps roasts!)

Great temperatures with heat of summer gone but not yet stuck with snow!

Corn mazes!

Silly pumpkin carving!

Delicious seasonal coffee!

Delicious seasonal foods!

Haunted houses!

Cuddling is the best when it gets cool!

What is the best thing about October? Well anyone who has read here for a while knows what is coming next.


Oh wait. Is that not what you thought I was going to say? There is something else and the 30 day countdown has begun. SCONY's Mountain Weekend!

I'm so excited to see all my friends again and meet some new ones. SCONY makes me think of the theme song from Cheers. It is the one place I can go and be surrounded by friends and people actually remember my freaking name (and say it right, unless they're just being jerks)!

Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.
You wanna go where people know,
 people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.
A very fitting song, I think. 28 more days, my friends! (And check out the countdown clock I added on the top right!) What do you love about fall?

Monday, September 9, 2013

Why? The Psychology Behind Spanking

What is it that makes me a spanko? Why do I want/need/crave this? What does it do for me? What does it do for my partner? Will I always feel this way or will it just fade away at some point? I feel like there are many more questions than there are answers. It is an interesting thing to ponder, but I gave up a long time ago on ever figuring out the origins.

I have heard many other self-identified spankos  share stories similar to mine. For me, spanking has been a lifelong interest. When I was a kid I didn't try to actively get in trouble because what kid wants to be in trouble? That's something one quickly learns to avoid. But I always felt a fascination with all things spanking related. I would repeatedly look up spank and all it's variations in the dictionary. I knew where to find each spot in a book or movie that involved spanking. At the same time, I felt that it was odd and wrong and that I needed to hide it. No bookmarks would be left in the pages to signal what I had last read. They didn't need to be there anyway, I had the page numbers memorized.

Many have expressed a similar lifelong interest. I've heard discussions about if there is a "spanking gene." I don't know about that. I just know that it's something that has been with me as long as I can remember. Because of that, I hold it closely. It is a part of me that I don't want to share with just anyone. It is probably why it sets me on edge when I hear someone say "so-and-so is just into spanking," like it's some silly and elementary thing. (That's a whole different topic though! I'll stay on track here.) I've heard many folks into spanking also share different stories about how they got into it. They saw something that made them want to try it or were introduced to it by a partner and really liked it. There isn't one way that makes anyone a "true spanko" over another. We all differ in certain aspects.

I have always been a bottom when it comes to spanking. That's not to say nobody hasn't ever persuaded me to top, but I am no good at it and it doesn't do anything for me. My headspace ties in with being the spankee/bottom/submissive/whatever you want to call it. I don't consider myself a masochist. I actually think I'm a huge wuss when it comes to physical pain. Some find that odd. Why are you into spanking if you don't like pain? I see pain as a means to an end to get the overall effect. More often than not, I handle the physical parts to achieve the mental/emotional parts.

My spanker/top getting into my head is such a big part of the experience for me. If there is no connection or good dynamic going with the person spanking me then it's just having my ass smacked. In my mind that is different than a spanking. I don't expect fireworks going off in my head with each play partner I meet, but there has to be something. Someone I have a friendship with. Someone who enjoys the verbal banter. Someone I like as a person. Feeling a mutual attraction, not even necessarily physical, or being drawn to a confident and dominant vibe (aka the strong silent type). I need that connection and closeness.

Finding the right partner is a key element. They play into the next questions. What does spanking do for me? What do I want/get out of it? The whole ritual and act of spanking gets me into a certain headspace. Ultimately, I feel safe and cared for. I need someone else to take control allowing me to be free to just feel. To be in the moment and not worried about anything else. Focused on myself, my partner, the rhythm and sensations, their words, and even the pain. It is an escape, really. I trust my top to know me and how I react and take me just far enough to achieve that emotional release.

I get very stressed when things just keep building up and I'm not always the best at expressing it. I hold on tightly to my emotions and spanking is one thing that can always help me get all of that out in a safe space. I also like pleasing my partner and being submissive towards them. I do not have a real life disciplinarian or a 24/7 relationship of a D/s dynamic. I do like how many of the aspects of discipline fit in nicely with my headspace and spanking in general. I like the mindfuck. The process of "getting caught," unsuccessfully trying to get out of it and match wits with the top, resisting, and ultimately (as we both knew would happen) submitting and accepting the spanking. "The dance," as some call it.

I'm no top, but from questions I have asked my friends who are I get some of the same feedback. Being in control they like caring for someone, knowing they are giving the bottom what they need, and getting them to that headspace. I don't know what an equivalent "topspace" would be to what I get out of it, but maybe someone can describe that sometime. I'd be curious to hear more about the other side.

It's not always all serious. Hell, I'm a spanko. I like spankings for fun, just because, for stress relief, for sexual release, because it's Wednesday and we're both bored. Whatever. Though my interest and mindset are rooted as I described above. The connection, contact, and closeness are all important. Oh and hugs. Did I mention hugs? I can be spanked until my bottom is a rainbow of colors, yanked by my hair, pushed into position, held down while squirming, but when that is all over I need a hug. I think I'm pretty simple. Right? As I wrote earlier, we all differ. This is some insight into the mind of Lea. What's your story?

Monday, September 2, 2013

Part Of Your World- Spankified

I haven't spankified a song in a while so here's a new one for you. Set to the tune of "Part Of Your World" from The Little Mermaid. I really miss all my friends who I'll be seeing in October who inspired this one. Enjoy!

Part Of Your World
Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?

Justin's poster on this wall unfolds
How many Peeps can one apartment hold?
Looking around here you'd think
Sure, she's got everything

I've got tawses and paddles a plenty
I've got leather and floggers galore
You want hairbrushes? I've got too many
But who cares? No big deal, I want more

I wanna be where the spankos are
I wanna see wanna see 'em bratting
Watching them become dead..
What do you call it? Meat

Without some tops you don't get too far
Laps are required for lying over
Spanked 'til my bottom feels..
What's that word again? Heat

Up where they walk, until they run!
Up where they play all day just for fun
Over a knee
Wish I could be
Part of that world

What would I give if I could live
Amongst the odder?
What would I pay to spend a day
With some good friends?

Betcha out there, they're always fair
Bet they don't reprimand their bottoms
Bright young women, sick of vanilla men
Ready for a hand

And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What is a FES and why does it..
What's the word? Burn

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love
To explore that spanko world up above
Over a knee
Wish I could be
Part of that world