My spanking radar, which allows me to figure out with some certainty when a person encountered under vanilla circumstances may be kinky, is a fine instrument that defies logic.
I thought about it yesterday, when I saw a guy who was my neighbour in the first year of my degree. Although I have many fine memories about our college kitchen conversations, what stands out about this particular youth is that he managed to fill any chat with tons of kinky innuendos.

Even so, my spanking radar refused to blip in his presence. For all his naughty talk, I remain convinced that he is not a spanko, or even a BDSM-er.

I mean, what BDSM player would seriously buy fluffy handcuffs they sell in supermarkets for Valentine’s day?

I’m still not sure about him. I mean, one day when he produced a photo from a “Spanish Inquisition”-themed college party wherein he was being bull-whipped by a man in a balaklava… But then I thought that not many spanko guys would allow themselves to be photographed under such circumstances in a vanilla group.

My spanking radar is not a fine scientific instrument, but it’s quite often proved right with those people it does identify as kinky. (With those I’m not sure about, there’s rarely a way to check.)

How is your radar these days?

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