Two lovely play dates last week underlined for me how my kink’s evolved in the past couple of years.
For a decade or so, everything was about roleplay – my character punishing my play partner’s character. Last week, there were no roles per se. In the first, I took a switch to Kami as she knelt up on the bed: twenty hard, slow cuts followed by a pause, then twenty more hard and fast.
In the second, another lovely friend was tied over the end of the bed, and given her first-ever birching – a dozen strokes with an authentic reproduction Manx birch, made from tightly bound hazel rods.
There was no attempt in either case to act out a scenario, to find an ‘excuse’ for the floggings. The participants? Us, not hiding behind imaginary characters. Play, not punishment. Because I enjoy inflicting pain on lovely people who ‘enjoy’ being beaten; because I love watching their reactions; because I love their vulnerability – and the strength they show in taking the thrashings; because I enjoy what comes next…
I still love formal roleplay; I get a kick from that (done well, properly planned, duly anticipated, played in the right headspace) that I rarely get from anything else. Actually, I crave more of it. But I am loving having a second string to my spanking bow.
I *so* like that you know a ‘real manx birch’ is actually made out of hazel
To Abel, and Haron, Happy Lurker’s Day #6. Thank you for your most interesting blog.