Via Spanking Blog comes an entertaining story of how an indiscreet spanking led to an awkward parental conversation. Followed by an even more awkward awakening of long dormant parental kink. I’m not sure what would embarrass me more. My parents finding out about my kinks, or me discovering theirs.
It actually puts me in mind of a conversation I’ve had about this topic with a close friend of mine. She knows about my kinky preferences and has raised the question of what I share with my family. She has a young daughter and hates the thought the she might grow up concealing a huge part of her identity. I understand that. If something’s important to their child it’s important to the parent. At the same time I can’t begin to imagine having that kind of conversation with my parents. The endless analysis of my childhood and exactly where they went wrong would drive me insane. Nobody needs to hear how their toilet training simply must be related to their interest in S&M. Amateur psychology, parental guilt and embarrassing sexual details might make great subjects for a Woody Allen film, but I don’t need it whenever my family are in town.
At least the original story gives me a chance to feature an entertaining spanking themed shot. I’m not sure if this is a plea for mercy or a prayer for punishment. Either way I suspect this ends with that hairbrush getting deployed at speed.
I found this on the Led Marriage and Chastity (aka Carolus666) tumblr. It’s originally from Lina’s House of Discipline.
Listen, Paltego, I don’t need any more guilt, OK?
But I sure like the photo!
The lucky guy!
Glad you liked the photo Ricky. Personally I try and avoid guilt wherever possible. Some imperfect situations have non-ideal answers, but I try and assign that to circumstances rather than fault.
-paltego
Hey, that sounds pretty good.
Do you mind if I quote you on my next showdown?
Wish me luck?
😉 !
Go for it Ricky. Not sure exactly what showdown you’re about to have, but feel free to use anything that’ll help. And good luck 🙂
-paltego
If that lucky guy is anything like me it’s a prayer for both. Let’s face it, men NEED that kind of discipline regularly but I doubt many of us could take as much as we really need. So I find myself humbly asking for the paddling I need and deserve but then pathetically begging my wife to stop long before she thinks I’ve had enough (sometimes she does but sometimes she gets annoyed and lays it on with extra force).
It’s a staged pic but for me it captures a lot of what spanking is about.