Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved reading, adored writing, and got a very funny feeling whenever she heard the words, 'spanking', 'over his knee', or 'punished'.
As she grew older, she began to realise what exactly those feelings were, and even though she thought she was a freak, even though she wanted more than anything not to combine those feelings with those words, thoughts and fantasies, she failed.
Absolutely certain that she was the only one in the whole entire world who felt this way, she began to write little stories for herself. For her own eyes only. These stories were about naughty little girls who were Spanked and Punished - almost always on the bare bottom, almost always by a stern, loving Daddy who did it For Her Own Good Because He Loves Her.
One day, when the little girl was all grown up - on paper, at least - she decided to find out whether anyone else had ever had the bright idea of writing stories about that exact same thing.
She found Bethany's Woodshed, and discovered that not only was she not the only one (by any stretch of the imagination), but that she, too, could send in something she'd done and fulfill her lifelong dream of being a published writer.
The rest, as they say, is history - now that same little girl not only writes books about her favourite subject, she also gets paid to edit them. Who says real life can't have a happily ever after?
Thank you for reading about...
Tabby's Journey x
Welcome to my post for today... and thanks so much for commenting so far. I've been busy these last couple of days but I took a break from doing some very naughty things with a new play partner to blog about today's word: cuddling.
It's so often underestimated but cuddling plays such a huge role in any relationship - especially one with a DD or D/s element.
I like to use the expression 'light and shade' - and that goes for everything, in all aspects of life. There can be no joy without sadness, no highs without lows and no pain without pleasure... at least, not for me. The experience of one greatly enhances our appreciation of the other.
As some of you may already know, I've moved back to Germany for a couple of months. It's where I was born and, even though I didn't grow up there, I did spend my teenage years and my early twenties there. I still have family here and it seemed like the next logical step - hadn't seen my Mum for a year and a half, for one thing, and after 6 months in Thailand, I really really missed some typically 'German' things - cleanliness, for example, and potatoes. lol.
Anyway, I'm a little painslut and I write (and edit) spanking/bdsm books full-time. I love it, but it does have one downside - if I'm not 'getting any', the frustration builds quickly. So while I'm not looking for Mr Right or a committed relationship, I am certainly open to meeting a friendly local sadist to meet up with when I reach that point when I can't sit still or concentrate on my work because all I want to do is be used, hurt, spanked and just plain dominated until I'm a little puddle on the floor, 'weeping from both ends'.
So I put out some feelers and found someone far more quickly than I'd anticipated. And when I told him I still needed to write a blog entry, and he told me I'd better do it otherwise I'd be in Big Trouble, the first word I associated with 'C' was cuddling.
I've played with a number of different Tops, Doms and real, honest-to-god-he-can-only-get-hard-if- he's-really-really-hurting-me Sadists, and while they're all different, most of them don't really cuddle. Of course it depends on the relationship, but I'm talking purely from a play perspective.
So when I got talking online to this guy, whom we shall affectionately refer to as Sir B, we chatted about everything under the sun and, of course, pain... the delivery thereof and the light and shade I was talking about earlier. On that subject, he said something which fascinated me:
"Do you know what I really like to do? Apply light and shade simultaneously. I love to cuddle someone and hurt them at the same time... and comfort them while I'm doing it. Doesn't mean I ease up on the pain, though."
Right there, I melted. The little masochist inside me who craves being hurt by a man who gets off on the look in my eyes when I'm suffering for him just dripped into a little puddle of goo.
But this blog is about cuddling. Long story short, I met up with him. And yeah... he's a Cuddler. With a deliberate capital C. I couldn't believe that this huge bear of a man (and he's tall AND broad) could be so gentle. Funny. Easygoing. We met in public (as you do) and went to a museum and out for some food and talked and laughed and chatted, and there were brief glimpses of his dominant side - but only in the sense that he likes certain things done a certain way and is quick to tell me so.
Even so, I kept looking at him and finding it hard to picture 'playing' with him... hard to imagine that he had a sadistic bone in his body.
Until I found myself in his arms, being cuddled, his fingers twisting my nipple until I could barely stand it, and he was whispering comforting, sweet nothings in my ear even as he twisted harder...
Like this post? Please check back tomorrow for the big D word and don't forget to hop on along to the other wonderful participants in this blog hop.
Hugs,
~ Tabby.
We all like spanking on the butt. It is, after all, the most common place for a girl (or boy) to be chastised soundly.
But there are other body parts which, if done correctly, can also be whipped/flogged/beaten/spanked... with an equally intense, albeit different, effect.
Breasts, Back, Thighs, Genitals... they all lend themselves well to a bit of a beating, provided you use the right implement/s and know how to do it safely.
And then there are the feet. Flogging of the feet, also known as 'Bastinado' is my word for today's blog post. Why? Good question. Perhaps because it starts with a B. Perhaps because I think it's time our poor, oft-forgotten tootsies are given some love (in the form of carefully applied pain, of course!).
Or, perhaps, just because I don't think it's mentioned enough in the spanking romance genres... at least not in the books I've read. But why?
I've tried it (then again, I've tried almost everything)... and it was interesting. Intense. Like suspension bondage, fire flogging and a million other things I've tried before, it was new, unknown, therefore exciting. Did it push my buttons the same way a good old, honest-to-god-you-are-in-for-it-now-my-girl spanking does? No. But that's okay.
There are squillions of nerve endings in the soles of your feet, and here's the thing, they all run up through the rest of your body. In the same way that massage can reach pressure points in your soles to help with ailments elsewhere, a sharp flick of the cane can send waves of pain spiralling up right through your entire being. Which is absolutely exquisite - if you happen to be a masochist, doing it consensually and the Top knows what he/she is doing.
Just as with flogging, Bastinado was used as a form of torture (probably still is, in places) - and in that way it is horrid. The feet are far more delicate than you'd think, considering we spend so much time resting all our weight on them, and blows which are too hard or in the wrong places can easily break bones and cause all sorts of nasty damage.
But having said that, under the right circumstances, a gentle to moderate whipping of the soles of the feet can be a very pleasurable experience, and I'd like to see just a little more of it in fiction.
What about you? What parts of the body would you like to see spanked or whipped or caned occasionally, other than the butt, of course? Please comment if you like and then hop on over to the other lovely blog participants in this #SpankA-Z challenge.
~ Tabby x
