Darwin Wednesday

This week, I'm going to cover a somewhat lengthy exchange of messages that began normally, but quickly turned, well, creepy. These messages were written on FetLife, but I've used an IM-style format below to make it more readable because the majority of the messages are short. This exchange took place over about a month.

Lovely pics!

Thanks!

Are they all of you? Who took them? How long ago?

They are all of them me, taken by a variety of friends. 

Most taken within the last year or so.

Very nice. You have a lovely ass for spanking. 

Were you spanked as a child? when did you 

get your first?

Thank you.

I wasn't. I got my first spanking at 19...and 
I've been enjoying it ever since!

That is still early on...who spanked you at 19? 

Were you at college then?

I was. I met someone on adult-friend-finder, actually. 

It went amazingly well, and we're still friends.

What about you? When did you get into it?

I discovered this in high school. I started spanking girls 

back then and found they liked it too. SO I just continued 

to explore and progress from there. I too am still in touch 

with one of the first girls I spanked way back then.

What attracts you to BDSM at this point?

I started with spanking parties and continued to explore 

from there. I'm kinda a "sensation-whore" - I love 

the different sensations, the different experiences.

Are there many spanking parties near you now?

What kinds of sensations have you tried that youve 

enjoyed? Which have you tried that you didnt like?

How do you feel about marks on your body?

There aren't many spanking parties near me, but I enjoy

 traveling to the bigger ones. They can be so much fun!

I like most sensations, really. I haven't tried any that I didn't 

like, at least not that I can think of right off hand.

I try to avoid marks, because I swim several times a 

week. It's hard to hide marks in the locker room!

Where do you swim? Is it for a work out or as part 

of a team or club? Im sure you are a clever girl...one 

who could find a way to conceal her marks! They do 

enable one to experience more sensations. 

Do you live live alone? Where have you gone to attend a 

spanking party? Who have you traveled with when you go to these parties? 

I think you might be able to guess why I stopped writing him. The curious part of this is how normal it was until that last message. Did he go off his meds or something?

But let's see - I swim at a pool, as one might imagine from the locker room. And while I'm complimented that he thinks I'm clever, I'm also confident that I would not have mentioned it if I were in any way interested in allowing him to mark me. Come to that, what sensations can't I experience without marks? The range of spanking options on my profile can all be experienced without marks. In fact, the only things I can think of that cannot be experienced without marks are cutting, burning, and other similar things. Am I missing something here?

Is it ever okay to ask a woman if she lives alone? What possible good reason could be behind that question? Ever?

The last bit might be simple curiosity or networking - let's see if we are going to be in any of the same places or know any of the same people. But combined with all the other problems here, this (and the earlier question about who took the photos) becomes something more like - who is protecting you that I might have to avoid? and where could I possibly get my hands on you?

Right - well, that saves me having to turn down an invitation to meet this fellow at an undisclosed private location without establishing a safe-call or telling anyone where I am going. Thanks for that.

Darwin Wednesdays

Inspired by Erica's CHoS (Correspondence Hall of Shame) posts, you can read her most recent one here, I've decided to try making a weekly post of some of the more interesting or disturbing messages I've gotten.

I'll begin with the basics - those minor details that send an otherwise acceptable message into my "not worth responding to" pile. I will admit that my spelling is terrible and my grammar isn't always perfect. But when you're sending that first message to someone, I think it pays to make the effort. You can take a break from established English rules after you've developed a relationship.

Well you do have a nice ass to spank so what do u enjoy getting spanked with and how long do you enjoy each session to go how red you like

This is a classic example - one run-on sentence (there wasn't actually any punctuation so I suppose it is a run-on phrase) and random use of the letter "u" (that's not a word, even if spell-check doesn't catch it, but what makes it particularly strange is how he also uses the word "you"). On a content note, what is up with the phrase "well you do have a nice ass to spank"? Are you telling me that my only redeeming factor is a great backside or attempting to compliment me? And the rest...really? There is nothing there worth responding to!

This one message was sent with the title "can" - this is important because otherwise the message makes NO sense at all:

i spank you pleeeeze

There are three lessons here: (1) the lowercase letter "i" is not a word either, (2) the title of your message should not be an integral part of the communication, instead, it should give the recipient an idea of what your message is about; and (3) the answer is no, thank you for asking.

This one is a bit better, but it still did not inspire an answer:

I read your entire profile... I'd love to chat. 

Let me get this straight - you've read my ENTIRE profile, and the only thing you have to say is that you would like to chat? There was nothing in my carefully drafted description that inspired your comment or question? Nothing you would like to tell me about yourself?

Next week, I'll cover an exchange that began alright, but soon turned creepy.

Paradox Play - part 3

Warning: Rated X - this story goes well beyond simple spanking. If you're easily squicked, skip this one! Otherwise, enjoy and remember that it is fantasy, not a script or a suggestion.

I posted the first parts of the story quite some time ago. In reviewing some of my writing, I discovered that I had another two chapters already written and unposted.  If you enjoy this story, you might also like the first two chapters, found here and here.

When he felt her muscles tightening across her tummy, he pulled back, freeing the blindfold as he went.  He took a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back, looking his gaze with hers.  "Not yet," he growled, "Turn over."

She grimaced at him, her eyes pleading and he relented. "Fine, but you had better keep a civil tongue in your head.  You know better than to tell me what to do."  She nodded urgently and he removed the gag.

"Flat on your back, now.  I know it hurts, beautiful, that's the idea.  Legs together and hands at your sides.  Wait, spread your legs for a moment."

He slid something inside her and pushed her legs closed again, positioning the control where he could reach it.  He sat beside her, cupping her breasts in his hands.  After squeezing and manipulating them, enjoying her gasps and squirms as he did so, he considered the pale flesh.  The initial welts had faded, but he was determined to replace them, and more.

He began with a flogger, occasionally changing his aim to let the leather fall on her pussy, but primarily waking up the skin on her breasts.  When the leather struck the clamps, she gasped.  Occasionally, the leather would catch on the clasp, pulling and causing her to moan.