Hi, My Name Is Cheryl And I'm a Spankoholic

It never fails.

I had a rather interesting conversation with a friend at work tonight. Something happened and spanking was mentioned. I think someone read something in the paper about a young kid going on a joyride and damaging her father's car. One of the older gentlemen I work with stated flatly that, if that had been HIS daughter, she would have been unable to sit down for an extended period of time because she would get some serious time with his belt. Now me being the spanko that I am, this comment intrigued me. Not that belts are my favorite thing, but any mention of corporal punishment perks me in a big way. I said something like "Lucky girl" or something to that effect. I thought no one had heard me, but another person I worked with, someone I considered a friend, looked at me as if I had just sprouted horns. But she waited until the break room was cleared before she said anything else. Now, this woman had been mine and Cigi's room mate for a year and she knew exactly what we were into. She warned me to be careful, that with the economy the way it is, they were looking for any excuse to fire people. I told her that I was discreet and that she needn't worry about me. Then she said something that was surprising, coming from her. She told me there were self-help groups for people with sex addiction. I told her I wasn't a sex addict. She then went on the explain to me that my fascination with spanking wasn't normal and that I should do everything I can to get out of the lifestyle before "something bad happens". This woman has slept with countless men just in the two years I've known her. Her mother calls her promiscuous and a hussy. I told her my spanking fetish was none of her business. How could she lecture ME? My little spanking thing doesn't even involve sex so how could I be sex addicted? And why is it that every time someone discovers that a friend or relative is into kink, they take it upon themselves to tell them how awful it is and then proceed to tell them all the ways they can be rehabilitated? That's why I said it never fails. Who says I want to be rehabilitated and live a spankless life? I did that for 42 years and have no intention of ever doing it again.
What makes people so smug and superior anyway? What gives them the right to judge how another person chooses to live their life? I have never harmed a living soul in all my life. I have the right to the pursuit of happiness and this is how I pursue it.
When this woman discovered my kink (by getting on my computer without asking me) I went to great pains to explain the lifestyle from my standpoint as fully as I could. I explained that safe, sane and consensual are the standards we live by. I explained safewords and safecalls to her. I even let her watch one of my spanking videos. I thought I did all I could to dispel the idea that kinky people are different than "normal" people. I told her that anyone she knew could be kinky and she wouldn't know it. She lived with us for almost a year before she found out about us. We hid it so well that she never suspected a thing. Her attitude tonight hurt me somewhat. I think, at first, she thought it was kind of cool. But now, in light of the fact that Cigi and I are pushing 50, she thinks it's sick. Like only young women in their 20's should be getting spanked. So how do you respond to a person who thinks there should be an age limit when it comes to practicing kink? I tried to educate her, but because she's so much younger than me, I think she might suffer from the delusion that most young people suffer from--that once you hit a certain age, you should cease to be a sexual being. Not that spanking is sexual for me, but I do consider it a part of my sexuality. If I was 25 and she discovered I was kinky, she might think it was OK. But because I'm 48 years old, I should knock it off. I have news for her. I'm not a sex addict, I'm a spanking addict and I intend to stay one until I'm too old to risk playing. So don't expect to see me on "Intervention" anytime soon.
I think as long as my interest in spanking doesn't interfere with my job or my family, and doesn't bankrupt me or make me have a personality change, I will just stick with it, thank you. It's a lot healthier than many addictions I could name.
PS: I'm still looking for that elusive "Man From U.N.C.L.E." still. I have searched Google until my vision is blurry and no luck. Looks like I will just have to break down and buy the whole series on DVD. I want to thank anyone who may have read this and searched for it, with the same luck I had. Thanks, guys :)

Help! Looking For A Still!

You know, having been interested in spanking (the M/f variety at least) as long as I can remember, I would've thought I'd seen every spanking still ever produced from a movie or TV show. But, alas, it appears I've missed one. What makes this whole thing frustrating and, I'll admit, somewhat embarrassing is the fact that this still is from a favorite show of mine. Because I had an older sister who was in love with these guys, she was glued to the TV every Tuesday and then later when it moved to Fridays. It ran from 1964 to 1968 and starred two very attractive men as spies for an international peace-keeping organization. Give up? Here's a hint:

These guys were the coolest thing on TV in those days. There was Robert Vaughn as the suave, deboinare Nepoleon Solo and David McCallum as the cool, calm Russian Illya Kuryakin. Now, of course, some of the plots were silly and contrived. And we were asked to believe that a Scottish actor could play a Russian secret agent believably. But they had the neatest gadgets and let's face it there's just something about the way men dressed in those days. The whole package was just cool with a capital C.

Now the reason I'm going on about The Man From U.N.C.L.E. is because there was a near spanking on that show that I just discovered recently. I admit to being a fan of the show and have seen it in syndication on several channels over the years. But I haven't seen every single episode. The episode in question was the third season opener and was called "The Her Master's Voice Affair". Yes, for those of you who remember, the word "affair" was in the title of every episode. Probably because the word is faintly British and in the mid-'60's anything British was bound to sell. I won't trouble you too much with the plot but it involves our heroes going to a girl's school on Long Island (or was it Rhode Island? I forget...) where young people are being trained to get important information from their scientist parents and pass them on to the Bad Guys. Illya is given the assignment of acting as body guard and tutor to a rather difficult young lady. The stuff of fantasy, right? Well, since I haven't seen the episode, I can't say what precedes the aborted spanking on this show. I'm told Illya has the young lady over his knee and is about to put palm to bottom when his communicator goes off. Now this was a plot contrivance that was commonly used when someone needed to be saved by the bell. And by all accounts, she needed saving badly.

I'm looking for a clip or still from this episode. Gwen, if you read this, maybe you can put your mavening powers to work and find it for me. I would be eternally grateful. It just galls me that there's something out there from a TV show (and one of my all-time favorites) that I haven't seen. At least, I don't remember seeing it. After all, I was five years old at the time. If anyone can dig this up for me, please let me know by leaving a comment here. Thanks!

Ch..Ch..Ch..Changes

You might be wondering why I opened my post today with not one, but two pictures of David Bowie. Well, most of you know me. Sometimes I like to say things in a roundabout way. I'm using photos of the man who inspired today's title to illustrate a point, which I will now get to. The two pictures of the aforementioned Mr. Bowie were taken six years apart; the left one in 1977, the other in 1983. By a mere coincidence, I have been in the spanking scene for six years--the exact length of time that seperates these two pictures of David Bowie (real name: David Jones). Bowie was (and probably still is) a chameleon; famous as much for his ability to change his appearance seemingly at will as for his musical ability.

I have friends who swear I haven't changed a bit over the years. At work, I sometimes see people who I haven't seen since high school. Despite the fact that I graduated 30 years ago, they all swear they knew it was me as soon as they saw me. This got me to thinking. How much have I changed over the years? And, more importantly, how much have I changed in the six years I have been involved in the spanking scene? Let's find out:

The picture on the left was taken in 2003, my first year in the scene. The one on the right (which I also use as my profile picture) is much more recent. Despite the obvious changes (like the length and color of my hair) there have been a few subtle ones, too; the kind that don't show up in a photograph. For one thing, when I first started, I was naive to put it mildly. Like most of the women (and a lot of the men) in the scene, I have appearance issues that made me feel rather self-conscious. In the vanilla world, most men ignored me. When I joined the spanking scene, I discovered that for some men, I was considered attractive. This came as a shock. I never thought of myself as pretty before. I always considered myself a "handsome" woman, to use the parlance of my father's time. "Handome" meant not beautiful but not ugly either. A feeling of gratitude crept into my thinking. If I wasn't in the scene, would these men even bother to give me a second look? This led me to the second change I noticed in myself; something that nothing else had been able to hammer home: I am fine the way I am.

It's funny to think how much I have changed in six years; not just physically, but emotionally as well. I was afraid six years ago of being psychologically damaged in some way. Now I know that that isn't likely to happen. I'm a much more confident person because of my involvement in the spanking scene. This is also something that I tried many ways to change about myself. I wanted to be confident and upbeat, but I knew as long as I lacked the courage to acknowledge that side of myself it was never going to happen. So does confidence show outwardly? Can you see the difference in my confidence level between the two pictures of me? Or is it an illusion? Judge for yourself. Get a picture of yourself before you entered the scene and one after and see if there isn't a real difference. Not just the differences that happen because of the changes the years make in your appearance, but look at yourself beyond the merely physical and see if there aren't other changes that can be read. You might be surprised.

"Time may change me but I can't trace time".

---"Changes" by David Bowie