Growing up. Kinky?

Prior to attending the Florida Moonshine spanking party over this past weekend, I’d spent a week in the same state at a vanilla convention – an event that I’ve been attending annually for the past ten years.

Every year, one of our fellow sponsors – a lovely chap – has brought along one of this two young daughters to help with his exhibition stand. Both girls have always been a delight: well brought-up, polite, running around helping daddy, even demonstrating his product to potential clients. (I know software companies often say that their offerings are so easy that a child could use them – but I’ve never been convinced that getting a child to demonstrate them is necessarily the soundest approach to selling. But still…)

This year, I bumped into said gentleman at a drinks reception, to which he’d been accompanied by a very delightful young woman. She’s just finished her freshman year reading psychology at University, and was bright, fun, sassy. And my kinkdar, spankdar – that sense that someone you’ve just met in the vanilla world is “one of us”, is kinky as can be? Well, she well-and-truly registered. And her naughty giggle and blush when I headed to the bar, commenting that I’d have to get her a soft drink  as she was under 21 and so obviously wouldn’t have tried alcohol at Uni, would have given me just cause to put her over my knee.

Only, of course, she wasn’t some new recruit to the exhibitor’s company: she was the same elder daughter who’s been coming to the conference for all of these years. Had I met her at FMS, I know where this would have gone. But at the vanilla event? Not a good idea, for so many reasons:

• her father was standing next to us
• I was surrounded by customers and potential clients
• there was no conceivable way to subtly introduce spanking into the conversation
• my spankdar might, of course, have been wrong
• work back: she’s 18 now. I first met her in 2002. When she must have been 10.

Even if I’d been feeling bold with regard to the first few of these, the final one just felt so wrong. (But if she happens to be reading this and does plan on coming to next year’s event in Denver, she’s very welcome indeed to drop me a line…!)