(OK no, full story: every time I see Alex T he says he is going to start this thread and he never does because he's too busy on the lit crit thread (say). So here it is to give us something to talk about in Edinburgh).
― Tom, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Nick, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Mike Hanle y, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
I can't see getting a severe paddling doing much for my libido, regardless of who held the paddle. And I do NOT understand fraternity / sorority obsessions with paddling. And the paddle machine in school was a bitch. Therefore, severe paddling gets a 9.5 on the DUD scale. (The Russian judge, he likes it. Those wacky Communists...)
― David Raposa, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― anthony, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Nude Spock, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Ally, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
The half dozen ppl I know — only know a bit — whose sexuality is SM rather than, y'know, homo, het etc, are all gentle, friendly Tops. Very sorted as to who they are and what they want: the most committed (aged mid-60s, whips for a living) is a sweetheart, tho actually a little dull as a person. Perhaps cuz he's so unjudgmental? Bottoms are by all accts a heap more difficult to deal with, very controlling and sly.
Spanking = GRATE as device in fan fiction. "Damon's/Giles's/Janeaway's red little buttocks shivered and squirmed as Jarvis/ Willow/7of9..." etc etc (but is this because it's hot, or just because it's hilarious?) I have zero experience of spanking in RL, save one sharp no-fun leg-slap from Mrs Boyce when five, and as of this moment plan getting no further.
(Mrs Boyce = my first ever teacher, but as I don't know her first name, I can't work her into my porn name nohow...)
― mark s, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
But I'm fucked up anyhow, keep on about boarding school paddles.
But sorry for misunderstanding, Ally. It's an equation I've come across before (and is scarier for obviously containing a grain of truth)
It's a tragedy! It's a comedy! It's...
Nor is this the only SM in the rock-press story I know, but the one I remember next best — which features [male: no hints given], as dog on a leash walked by [female: no hints given], both all in rubber – relates to someone that unlinked sad things later happened to...
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 26 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Mike Hanley, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Emma, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Paul Strange, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― mark s, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Mick Farren, Friday, 27 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
"At a first glance you might mistake it for smoke, for it was grey and you could see things through it. But the deathly smell was not the smell of smoke... It was roughly the shape of a man but had the head of a bird..."
― mark s, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― anthony, Wednesday, 26 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― Tom, Wednesday, 26 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link