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First, to understand this piece you have to
know how much I love shopping. I really do. I can have fun doing
shopping of any sort in any place - even the grocery store.
My significant (as opposed to the insignificant ones?) other,
Pablo Stubbs would tell you this was because I like to spend
money, and while I can't really argue with that, I think it's
also because of my own personal spanking-shopping game which
I've happily played by myself in almost every store I've been
in since childhood.
The game isn't hard In fact, I imagine you've
already figured it out. Basically in addition to anything else
I'm shopping for, I look for something that could be used to
spank me. Sometimes I overlay this game with a fantasy of needing
to find the most severe implement possible in order to satisfy
the whim of some cruel, dominant type. I'm, of course, their
naughty, naughty girl. It's sort of an urban girl variation
on the 'go out and cut your own switch' theme. So I look at
pervertables* [see note below]: ping-pong paddles, leather belts,
wooden spoons, rulers, cheese boards, hairbrushes - I could
go on here, but you probably have the picture. I don't generally
buy anything, but I always look.
As I said, I can do this anywhere in any sort
of store. But my favorite is an antique store, or better yet,
a flea market. Flea markets are the perfect places to look for
pervertables. After all, there's a huge variety of stuff and
it's all randomly spread out and mixed up so I need to search.
There's the thrill of the chase and all. In addition to variety,
there are, of course, other reasons for looking at flea markets.
As your grandparents surely mentioned in other contexts, they
made things differently way back when. So when I go
to search at antique stores and flea markets, I generally am
looking to buy.
Now something I've discovered is that when
I go to antique stores alone or with spanking friends I rarely
find as good stuff as I do when I go with non-spanking friends
to whom explaining the reason why I need a heavy leather razor
strop with lovely brass fittings involves complex and creative
invention (you know, lying). I consider this fact (and trust
me, it is one) a lesser known of Murphy's Laws. This being true,
I of course find the very best pervertables when I go flea market
shopping with my father.
Like me, my father loves flea markets and
always has his own little quest for the day. Last month when
we went he was looking for a fishing tackle box. I was helping
him, and meanwhile playing my own little game and also looking
for just the right wedding present for some spanko friends.
In keeping with the law cited above, that
Sunday was apparently kinky fetish day at the flea market. Despite
rumors on soc.sexuality.spanking that they are relatively rare,
I saw about six different heavy razor strops at four different
stalls, though three smelt of some funky mold or mildew so they
wouldn't have been as good to purchase. Another few vendors
had different variations on the souvenir "board of education"
fanny/spanking paddles. They were less than $10.00. Fortunately
I didn't see the 'cute little deer' paddle I paid way too much
for on eBay last year or my frugal heart would have broken.
Plaid school uniforms abounded and, further proving that it
really was kinky day, there on a table with some old farm tools
were a pair of nineteenth century iron or steel manacles (as
opposed to handcuffs) which the vendor confided really should
be in a museum, but that he would let me have for a mere $40.00.
I demurred, despite knowing that several friends would weep
The irresistible find came at a stall filled
with depression glass. There, on a cracked bit of mirror was
an oval wood hairbrush, its bristles still intact. Now, I don't
need an oval wooden hairbrush. They are evil and painful, plus
the significant other I mentioned above gave me the most painful
one on earth. But still. Here was a lovely one, for $6.00. Its
only flaw was some chips in the finish on the back. The vendor
came over; it was late in the morning and she was starting to
Now logically I knew that no one had any reason
to be suspicious of me for looking at an old brush. And I've
come a long way in the past three years. But still, my heart
thudded and I'm sure I blushed as I talked with her. I bought
it (after haggling the price down to $4.00 of course). I told
my dad it was for a friend who collected vanity items.
Oh, my dad didn't find the right tackle box.
We'll have to go back again next month.
*'pervertable' refers to an everyday item
(such as a wooden spoon) which is perverted from its original
purpose to new and improved use by kinky types (you know dear
reader, people like you). Advantages of pervertables is that
they're generally cheaper and easier to explain than say, a
leather paddle. Though my feeling is you probably need the leather
paddle too, of course.
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