Now a Major Motion Picture: The Wedding Games

From Vladivostok they came
to play a wedding game
a case of vodka the prize
with competitive eyes
they rushed
and they popped
when to everyone’s surprise
up flipped their skirts
the groomsmen smirked
so the bride declared a tie
and ordered them birched
so all they got
for bursting their balloons
was to forfeit the knickers
and abstain from the liquor
but the boyfriends did rise
[to the occasion]
and after the toasts
made the most of the roast
that their girlfriend’s behinds had become

so let that be a lesson
when playing silly games
if the camera is rolling
keep your underwear from showing
and never
piss off the bride

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The cruelty of nostalgia’s whip

This week for Wicked Wednesday, the prompt is Time Travel and, despite the plethora of fictional treatments, is something that is impossible. Without getting into the mathematical formulae that deal with the one-way arrow of time — nor the multiverse concept spawned by quantum mechanics — the oft-used example goes thusly: “If time travel were possible, then why are we not overrun by future iterations of advanced lifeforms either enslaving or lecturing us about what pathetic beings we are?”

But missy wrote about a type of time travel we all practice in her recent post, “Blame it on the Boots”, where she explains about her passionate {if not kinky} love affair with boots. In her post she travels back in time as she writes this passage: “The first time we visited Italy together, we drank too much wine and found ourselves in a lovely leather shop in Montepulciano. Here we bought my first pair of summer boots, beautifully soft, handmade, with leather soles.”

In our minds, the arrow of time does not exist. Memory serves as an instant reminder and flagellator of all the mistakes we’ve ever made. It takes an effort to realize there were many more good times than bad. Which brings me to the photograph below that was taken in the summer of 1981, in Como, Italy, through the narrow wooden doors opening upon the public street.

Como, Italy 1981

It was a long time ago and, someone else, another personality who took the picture. I see my past through their eyes and it makes me wonder about the impermanence of nostalgia. Memory is fickle and not to be trusted; the only path forward is to exist one moment at a time and revel in the sharp sting of leather upon flesh.

boots drum under whip
the cobbler would know the sound
cypress sway gossip
pink cheeks suffused by lover
Tyrrhenian Sea glistens

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The colors of submission

As a blogger, I write what I want. Fiction for the most part, some poetry and the odd essay tossed in. I never write about myself or past exploits and relationships. As a writer — for publication — I choose characters that challenge the reader and portray fantasies that seem slightly quirky. One of the unpleasant facts about erotica and BDSM, is that there is a level of censorship not given to “mainstream” fiction. It’s perfectly alright to maim, torture and murder; but, try a caning that bleeds or a flogging that bruises, and the algorithms that rule the world, bury your book at the bottom of a landfill.

One thing I do know though, is that D/s produces a rainbow of colors. Red, blue, yellow; the infinite palette of hue that is a natural, and desired, byproduct of consensual discipline. When was the last time you got spanked? Didn’t you — at the first opportunity — rush to the nearest mirror, twist your head and admire the splotchy pattern your Dom created on your butt? Wishing it was more colorful?

Did you say: “Oh my God! Look what my Dom did to me!” not with horror, but with a contented purr; proud that your Dom is so talented and knows a spanking without a bruise or two is a wasted effort? For many submissives, marks are something you wear with honor. They are visual proofs of your Dom’s devotion to your personal well-being. Why else would they take the time to stamp their dominance upon your body, if not for love?

For those not in D/s, it always comes as a shock to realize that some people crave the outward bonds that physical play often creates. To them, D/s is about degradation, anger, violence and people in need of rescue from an abusive situation. Marking someone is evil: it’s black and white.

For those of us chasing the rainbow though, the waiting — impatiently — for the colors to fade and heal; so that we can do it again, that’s the real challenge. Scars on the soul linger: bruises fade.

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The “Outlook” for spam is high

A heads-up for all those subscribed to my blog(s). Several days ago I had numerous new followers all with silly names and ending in Since then, I’ve had over 70 spam comments, all from spam bots with addresses from Akismet is WordPress’ own spam blocker and it does a very good job in filtering ‘real’ comments from fake. Yes, it occasionally blocks authentic comments and allows spam through, but that is where we as bloggers come in.

If you don’t check your comment feeds regularly, please consider doing so. In the ‘My Sites’ tab of your blog, on the left sidebar, the seventh menu item down is “Comments”. When you press the tab, you get a screen with these choices.

Read the comments and report all spam by marking and then deleting. You can also block each user/address. Help your fellow bloggers by monitoring and moderating your comments for content. Spam bots work by mining links, lists and emails. The more you are connected, the more likely you are to get waves of spam comments.

Thank you, Rebel, for the honor

I woke this morning to a surprise. The lovely and gracious Marie Rebelle had included this blog in her annual list, Top 20 Blogs of 2017, along with a mention of my latest published novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie.

As she notes in her preface, it was a difficult year for her on a personal level, and I know most of us can relate to the day-to-day struggle when life is not going to plan. She also mentions that choosing only 20 blogs does not mean that there are not hundreds and thousands of other worthy bloggers, but that it is simply a list of writers she selected. I am very honored and humbled by her mentioning my blog, as the other 19 include some of the most popular and influential sex bloggers on the planet. To be listed in their company means a lot to me; knowing that my writing brings joy and pleasure to others is truly what I strive for.

Thank you again, Rebel.

… and to all, a good night

“How do the decorations look?”
“They’re fine.”
“Well, darling, there’s only so much they can do to lift the spirits.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Getting sick again.”
“You know that’s not your fault.”
“But what if ‘It’s’ returned?”
“Then we deal with ‘It’, just like we did the time before.”
“And before that and before that and b—”
“Stop that. You know I love you.”
“I don’t know why, I’m such a burden. Your mother was right, I’m not good enough for you.”
“That’s enough whining out of you. Santa may have come and gone, but I can still take a switch to your backside.”
“I think the nurses would be scandalized.”
“Not if you’ve been acting the brat all this time.”
“I’m not being bratty.”
“I hate spending Christmas in the hospital. It’s so depressing. I hate being sick all the time.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“Sometimes it feels that way.”
“I love you more today than the day we got married. You’ve given me beautiful children and a secure home. You should never doubt you’re loved by your family.”
“Stay with me?”
“Always, my beloved husband. Let your wife take care of you and, when you are back home, I’ll give you a nice, hard spanking as your Christmas present.”

An A(Muse)ing Fable

Once upon a time, a long time ago, more than two decades now, a man, an ordinary man, made a wish for a muse. Not a “Capital Letter” Muse, that would be much too much responsibility, but a quiet, unassuming, gentle muse who would collaborate with him and encourage him to write nice, little stories that would be enjoyable to read in his dotage.

HAH! He says again — HAH!

What showed up in his mind, was a full-throttle, in-your-face taskmistress whip-wielding MUSE who despised the word ‘no’. The writer hasn’t had a peaceful moment’s rest since.

Unless the MUSE takes a holiday… which she does… quite frequently. Her attitude is, “If you won’t promote yourself, I’m certainly not going to sign you up for social media. I’ve got a plane to catch, let me know we you get serious about writing.”

All he wanted was some inspiration and a companion to share the fire. So the moral is: Don’t wish for something you think you need, when what you have is more than enough.

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