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Nature versus nurture, spanking-style
I am becoming ever-more convinced that my interest in spanking is inherited from my father, who’s forever alluding subtly to my favourite topic.
Last time we stayed with my parents, we browsed the bookcase in the bedroom that we were using and discovered a battered copy of Juanita Carberry’s autobiography. For those of you not in the know, it describes her childhood in the “Happy Valley” area of Kenya, and is littered with descriptions of whippings from her father and her governess (his mistress). My father’s well-worn copy fell open conveniently at the appropriate pages, which made for some very nice bedtime reading, whispered into Haron’s ear.
The following evening, I happened to mention an autobiography I’d bought, by a poet I know him to like. In return, he generously offered to lend me John Mortimer’s biography: “It’s very good.” Any of you who’ve read the reviews of the author and barrister’s life story will know that it attracted a certain amount of prurient comment as a result of his predilection for spanking, and being spanked. One incident reported a visitor asking Mortimer’s young secretary why she seemed flushed, for her to respond, “Well, how would you feel if you had just been spanked?”
Interesting, too, that a google search on “mortimer spank” turns up a reference to the movie “Young Adam”. This apparently:
“contains an incendiary mix of sex and violence unprecedented in British cinema history. In one scene, (Ewan) McGregor beats co-star Emily Mortimer on the bottom and then has sex.… Mackenzie said McGregor did actually spank Mortimer, daughter of writer John Mortimer. They all went into the whole sexual side very much with their eyes open and as fine actors, and we’ve got some good stuff. They weren’t spanking very hard.”
Yet more proof of genetic influences over our kink interest?
Rob
March 15th, 2007 at 7:33 am
Abel: Given your interest level in the subject, and your opportunity to partake in the interest, I can’t begin to imagine your father’s level of frustration if you inherited said interest from him and he has had no opportunity. Maybe the next time he visits you, you could leave something in his room to read that educates him well enough to know that he is not at all alone (PS Not the address of your site, of course. You may not want him that well educated just yet.)
Sarah
March 15th, 2007 at 4:17 pm
Abel – why not just bite the bullet and ask him if he’s interested in spanking?
I firmly believe there is an element of genetic kinkiness, at least in my family what with my mother showing me the best way to bind birch rods and my daughter having a “kinky teddy” complete with mini whip and mini handcuffs!
Rob
March 15th, 2007 at 9:59 pm
Sarah: A ‘kinky’ teddy! Well that says it all really. I haven’t a shred of evidence of interest in my family, except that my daughter and I were talking about connections between words and colour and I said there was a phrase ‘to paint your wagon red’. She asked what I meant, I told her, and she blushed away, and then brought it up again a few days later. She asked how I knew that phrase. I said I had read it in a story and she asked where does one find such stories………..
It did occur to me that if Abel did find a way to talk to his Dad about it, it might make him so happy, but I wonder how Abel’s Mum might feel about it. After all these years, she may find the introduction of a collection of canes in her life rather a challenge!! Unless, they already have one or two under the bed….??
Mija
March 16th, 2007 at 2:22 am
In my case, given my parents relationship and the fact my sister and I once mixed “our” copy of the Beauty books with theirs, there’s certainly some genetic evidence.
But people must be tired of that story.
Amber
March 16th, 2007 at 2:32 am
I actually suspect my dad is kinky too – I remember him owning a porn movie set in a German boarding school (German movie), about a girl sent of to that strict school by a cruel guardian after her fathers kills her mother and himself over an affair. In that school, you see, they constantly cane girls, in class and out, girls engage into lesbian activities, and once the school principle hides a criminal in the school – her lover, the guy dressed like a lady, the latter makes the girls act like slaves, drink from dog bowls, invites one girl in the middle of the night to flog another girl, gagged and tied up and in put in a sack. Anyhow, our heroine gets out, and, of all things, becomes a dominatrix of the once cruel guardian and a lover of the above criminal! The other one he owned was about a trampy little red riding hood molested by the wolf, I think it had spanking, too. Gross!