Natty posted a funny entry last week on her always-excellent blog, describing how her caregiver found a cane under the bed. She continues:
“Thank god she didn’t notice the riding crop on the floor underneath the baseboard heater. Or the longer cane against the wall next to the bedside table.”
It reminded me of a great entry that I clipped ages ago from another blog, It Don’t Take Much to Please This Girl, about a visit from the author’s partner’s parents:
The… interesting side came with regards to the garage. Now, as neither Jade or I drive, we’re basically in the process of turning it into a playroom for the two of us. That’s not something we really wish to share with her parents, for obvious reasons. So we told hem they couldn’t park in there because it was being used for storage…
They seemed to accept that so we didn’t think anything more of it. Until we got home from work last night. It seems they’d decided to be helpful, to help sort out what was in the garage.
Oh dear. I felt like I was about 14 again when they sat us down to ‘talk to us’. Looking back its pretty damn funny but at the time oh my god it was humiliating…
*giggles*”
My parents are coming to stay at the weekend, and Haron and I have already started checking every nook and cranny for long-lost implements – and for books that might be hard to explain. (I don’t think I could find any legitimate reason for owning the guide to being an effective Headmaster that’s perched behind me on the bookshelf, for example).
It’d be so much easier to ban non-spankos from entering the house…. We go so far as being the only house on the street not to use the services of the local window cleaner, lest he peer in and see anything that might make him fall off his ladder.
**snigger** Abel has a guide on how to be an effective Headmaster… Better not let the pupils see it – they might think you *need* it!
LOL… very cute. After a long time of trying to hide things, I now make a point of not trying to hide stuff. Sometimes (like when she stayed with me for a month last year after surgery) I wonder if my mom’s noticed the books and videos in our guest room / study. But if so, well, they’ve never said anything.
Friends have noticed a small cane that’s in my closet. But since Pab only uses a few toys, we don’t really have a whole lot that needs to be put away.
Still, if we ever manage to find the perfect school desk, that’ll probably give the game away. =8-0
I’m a lucky girl, my mum was the one who found me the perfect school desk and chairs in a charity shop! She does think I’m a bit odd but I don’t hide things anymore…life is too short for me to worry unduly about how I’m perceived by others, as long as I’m true to myself and a decent person when dealing with others, well, then I’m happy
“It’d be so much easier to ban non-spankos from entering the house.”
And why shouldn’t you? People have all sorts of quirky rules for their houses: “Please remove your shoes on the carpet,” “No smoking inside,” “You must be THIS tall to enter.” Yours will simply be the spanking house. You can firmly explain to your friends and family that you’re tired of pretending to be ok with their vanillaness; that you’re happy to socialize with them elsewhere, but you’re just not going to permit it in your home.
And let us know how it works, won’t you?
😀
Then again, I think the landlord might not be too happy at having to spank Haron every time he wanted to pick up the rent cheque. Although if the landlord’s father were to come round, Haron would throw herself across his lap at the slightest provocation…
Sarah – you make me think that I must post more about my father, who gives off enough clues to make us think that my kinkiness must be hereditary!
Abel – I must admit that my mother’s lack of questions as to why my bedroom is turning into a schoolroom makes me think she has similar views, she certainly approved, with a twinkle in her eye, of a lovely Victorian waste paper basket I bought to store canes in! I wonder if much research has been done on hereditary kinkiness…
Ooooh, I *like* the idea of a Victorian cane-storing wastepaper basket, Sarah. Or, actually, an antique umbrella holder. Methinks I should start looking in chairty and antique shops for something like that!
Hey there – thanks for the shout out!
I did have an occassion where my 5 year-old nephew found a string of condoms, a riding crop, and a clothes brush under my bed when he came to spend the night. He didn’t know what the first two were for, but he certainly knew what the last one got used for as he wanted to spank me with it!
I like Iris’ idea though. We’ve accomodated to vanillas for long enough I think. 😉