My other reason is simple, though. I am afraid to buy implements for my boyfriend because I know doing so will almost certainly cause them to be used against me. “You are a spanko!” everyone says, “You are supposed to like being spanked!” Well, anyone who has seen my videos knows I do not like being spanked. Unfortunately for me I am about as non masochistic of a spanko as they come. So, when I get spanked, it hurts. I can only just come to appreciate a spanking after the fact. Consequently, I am very conflicted when it comes to things like this. The harder the spanking, the more I hate it. By the same token, the harder the spanking, the more I love after it. I guess I literally love to hate them.

This year, however, I risked it. First, I agonized over what to buy him. I thought about buying him a paddle, but since he has several of those I decided on a strap. I must have looked at a hundred straps, but finally settled on a set made by Ian of The London Tanners. This was not as smooth sailing as one might think though, because I procrastinated so long at getting my order in. Ian very kindly worked overtime and shipped the straps the monday before Christmas. Unfortunately, on the wednesday before Christmas we got a little bit of snow (read blizzard). The result was that on Christmas my boyfriend received several vanilla gifts, and not a single kinky one.

Was I disappointed about this? Yes and no. I was excited to give him his straps, and in that sense I was disappointed. However the part of me that is desperately afraid of all spankings was relieved to have a reprieve from the fate I had given myself. Nevertheless, when the straps finally did arrive I wrapped them in Christmas paper and set the package under the tree that was still up. When my boyfriend arrived home it did not take long before we were alone in the bedroom and he was opening his final Christmas gift.

So, did he like it? It was rather difficult to tell because the very first thing he said upon opening the gift was, “Well, now I have to try them!” I can tell you right now, I do not like them. No, I don’t. They hurt. Especially the tawse. Why did I buy him a tawse, you ask? Oh, that’s easy. I bought him a tawse because I am completely out of my mind. Also, he didn’t have one yet. After a thorough trying out, the verdict is that they hurt. He says, “They get a very big response without very much effort.” I say,”Owww.” I will definitely post a follow up when they get put through their first full blown spanking!

Today was no different. I was back in the workroom and settled quietly into my routine of folding hundreds of letters to be mailed; letting my thoughts run away with themselves. I didn’t have any specific fantasies but rather random images popping into my head from the past week with my dear friend and play partner, H. Had I been left to ponder these things I am sure that eventually these images running through my head would have put themselves together into a very pleasant fantasy. Instead I got a little bit of help.

Part way through my most recent batch of folding, I heard footsteps behind me in the workroom. I turned to greet the stranger, but was cut short. Rather than a friendly, “hello”, the words that came out of his mouth were, “Are they isolating you back here because you were bad?” Naturally this caught me by surprise. However after I recovered from my moment of shock, I could not resist the opportunity for banter. Without a second thought I answered, “Yes, I’ve been naughty so they put me in the time out room.” His response was to tell me that everybody needs to be naughty once in a while, and then he was gone.

Little did my anonymous co- worker know that this small interaction was enough to start a whole new line of fantasizing… I think I’ll have to see if my friend has any more projects that need to be worked on next week.

When we arrived at the mall I told my friend, “You’ll have to tell me if we get any looks, because I don’t think I’ll be able to look myself.” He laughed, but not two minutes after entering the building he said, “Well that was a look for sure!” I must have started blushing because he laughed enthusiastically. However the real adventure did not begin until we started going into shops.
At the first store I found an adorable little outfit I wanted to try on. This became somewhat of an ordeal when I realized that in order to try the outfit on I would have to undo my tie and then re-tie it when I was finished. I’m not very good at tie tying. In fact I had just recently learned how to do it so that I would be able to wear my uniform properly. The result was that I got the tie off just fine, but I was forced to tie it several times before it looked presentable enough to go back outside in. I may be naughty once in a while, but even I knew better than to show my face in public with a sloppy uniform. I didn’t particularly want to find out whether or not Henry was prepared to give me a lesson in this in the middle of the shopping center.
Several other of the stores we went into were filled with staff who clearly did not know what to make of the situation. Everyone was highly professional, but it was obvious that they were paying closer attention than usual. When I made a purchase the man behind the register looked longer at my license than normal, and everyone seemed to prefer talking directly to my friend rather than me. I of course found this highly amusing, and yet I was still a bit relieved when it came time to go home.
As these things always happen, the most shocking part of the trip for me did not happen until I thought the adventure was already over. On the way out of the mall we ran into another group of women who were leaving. Although they clearly were trying to be polite, one could not help laughing good-naturedly. We let them pass us, but when we got close to the car we realized that they were headed for the car parked right next to mine.

When we arrived at my car Henry wasted no time in bending me over and landing a few well placed smacks to the back of my skirt. I was so embarrassed! I have no idea if the women in the next car saw anything, because I was far too mortified to look over in that direction. All in all, I think it was probably an appropriate end to the experience. I wonder if he noticed the messy tie.

Anyway, this phenomenon is not just a national park thing. I personally have been spanked in varying degrees of undress at almost every single public landmark I’ve visited since I started visiting such places with like-minded people. I wonder why that is? One never sees “normal” people acting out their own fantasies blatantly in public places (although I do have hopes that the normal people don’t see me doing these things either). Do people with a spanking fetish have a higher tendency toward exhibitionism? Is it a matter of my not noticing the exhibitionistic behavior of others because I am not “tuned in” to notice it? Maybe there is a combination. All I know is that when spankos indulge in a public display of affection, it can be heard for hundreds of feet!

The caning itself was hard and fast, 9 strokes for me to feel while sitting on those old wooden pews. My friend got quite a kick out of this, and wasted no opportunity to smirk knowingly every time we stood up and sat back down over the course of the service. I will admit that the caning enhanced the experience, but I’m sure I missed many interesting architectural features that I otherwise would have noticed!