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?
Well, when you have a hammer…..
I don’t really have a way to test my radar, although I do often wonder about people, and try to imagine them in certain positions. With couples, I mentally play “Which one’s the top?” But I’m not likely to actually have an opportunity to find out if a workmate or a soprano in the church choir is kinky. It is an amusing way to pass the item during a sermon, though. (With apologies in advance to the Rev. Jenkins. I would never dream of fantasizing during one of his sermons!)
Interesting question. I’ve just spent an afternoon “team-building”. The chap in charge was very dishy, and although I didn’t encounter him much, for the finale he was giving everyone a strip of duct tape (we had to make an egg-throwing device).
He’d already mentioned it being useful for bondage, and he gave out the strips by running them down our legs – when I laughed and said “You’ve done that before” he turned to me and gave me a wink and a smile that very clearly (to me at any rate) said, “Yes, and everyone else thinks I’m just joking, but we both know I’m not.”
Or, you know… wishful thinking on my part. Whatever 😉
My radar isn’t particularly developed having growen up in one of the most boring villages in the world and going to a school full of sadistic teachers, all of whom wanted to cause pain, but not in a good way. Poor Lil Evie…
And Littlenic thats not wishful thinking, thats flirting, You go girl!
Well, my radar was perfectly buzzing last weekend when a customer came into the Pharmacy where I work and asked if we could advise him on where to buy ‘the best cane in Edinburgh!’
My colleagues didn’t bat an eyelid though – they took his pathetic story that it was for his elderly father to use whilst walking hook, line, and sinker. I, on the other hand, knew MUCH better.
I shall certainly be keeping an eye out for THAT customer again in the future, just in case!
I’d be very nice to him Jane!
Sightings are very rare here but a few weeks ago a friend invited us to dinner to meet his new girl. Whilst on the loo I noticed what I can only describe as a ‘razor strap’. Now he does have a beard but this leather thingy was attached to the towel rack in the most frimsy of ways, making me wonder if that was because it had another use. The jury was still out until the drive home when I mentioned it to my husband, who said, that the friend had patted his girl’s bottom saying that sometimes girls need a little “touch up”. She blushed big time. So we have put 2 and 2 together and figured they are like minds….but again, it could all be wishful thinking.
I am not sure. This is very interesting – I got a feeling that one of my best friends, who hasn’t however been my friend for very long, and her hubby, are kinky, like she tops and he bottoms. Or who knows. They do like to mention spanking sometimes when come around little kids though, and they just feel kind of queer in that way. Also, I suspect that J’s ex gf, who’s our good friend, is a masochist/sub type person, and he says he wouldn’t be surprised. This has always been my sense, and at the party a few days ago another friend talked about playing roller derby in fishnets and miniskirts, and I said out loud, cause I am a dirty person that way, “Well, that sounds moderately perverse.” Immediately, the ex said “I know. I think it’s ma-so-chiii-stic.” She emphasized the word I felt like, but OK, it may have been my overactive imagination. But she’d like always ask him why wouldn’t he beat her up – not in a kinky way, but in a rumpus fun way, but still… Anyhow, that’s what I am guessing.