And finally… We hope you’ve enjoyed our choices over the past week of our favourite entries from other blogs. We’ve saved perhaps the best of a great bunch to last.
It’s a thought-provoking, touching piece that appeared last month at “The confessions of a spanked princess”. In it, Kelly explored some of the challenges of embracing a spanko lifestyle, yet reconciling that with one’s real-world identity:
I am a liar. Every single day I tell an untruth, to someone, somewhere. I hide things, I deceive, I mask the real story. I’ve been doing it all my life, and I must say, I’ve gotten quite good at it. I’m not sure if that’s something I should be proud of or not, but it is a fact. I am an excellent liar.
Every day on here, I lie about my name. I’m vague on the details of where I live, and I won’t pin down what school I go to. Hell, I won’t even show you my face.
Every day in life, I lie about my relationships. I tell people I met my ex in a Chinese restaurant, and that the reason I can’t sit is because I fell down the stairs. I tell my parents I went to Boston to see my friends from school- not a total lie, just a fib, I tell myself. But honestly, I think very little of it. The stories I create flow right off the tongue. I weave webs of deceit so thick, sometimes I can’t find my way out of them…
She continues:
Talking to fellow spankos has changed my life. Of that I am sure. The relationships spankos are able to form are so intense, that it can almost be overwhelming sometimes. I’m an intense person to begin with as well, so as you may imagine- that is not always a good thing. With spankos the intensity is even more pronounced because there are no walls, no secrets. If someone not only knows my deepest darkest secret, but shares it, what else is there to hide? I feel this rush, this need to bare my soul, as though I’ve been alone all my life…
And this marvellous reflection on some of the joy and pains of spanko life, which we imagine will resonate with many readers here, concludes:
I am a liar, a secret keeper, and I am dying to be free. But freedom would come with a price. One that I’m not willing to pay. So I will continue to live and continue to lie, just as I have for the last 20 years, and I will pray that one day I will learn to tell the truth.