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Talk about lacking originality. I'm sitting
here, more than 6000 miles from home, having once again crossed
an ocean to be with the man I met three and a half years ago
on alt.sex.spanking, whom I've fallen in love with, and all
I can think to write is this:
Safe? What sort of advice is that for a naughty
girl? I mean, it sounds like odd advice when it comes from someone
who frequently sports bruises from being whacked, who has met
people over the Internet, and who doesn't just play*, but lets
another person punish them like a child. But it's true nonetheless.
We all need to take care of ourselves, both on- and off-line.
We live in a scary world where very bad things can sometimes
As I recall kneeling bare bottomed in front
of a sofa, bent forward as I tearfully counted the whacks from
a heavy paddle which rocked my body forward, I wonder what does
it mean to be safe? To take care?
I think the reply to this can be as individual
as the person answering. But it means that we need to be aware
of what we're doing. Being spanked by another person (and, given
the legal issues involved, spanking someone) requires
a good deal of trust. That trust shouldn't be blindly given
to any person with a cute nick and a website. Before meeting
someone, in person or even on-line, check them out. Find out
who knows them and what the opinions and experiences of others
can tell. Read their posts on Deja.com. I mean, even when you
go on a blind date you probably know something about
the person you've been set up with.
Most important to me is feeling like I know
the person. This means time spent corresponding, on the phone,
whatever. In my little world, anyone not willing to spend this
sort of time for us to get to know each other is signaling they
probably wouldn't be a good person for me.
Pablo, my partner, and I corresponded daily
(or almost daily) via e-mail and phone for over a year and a
half before we met in person the first time. Part of the reason
for this was that the distance between us was very great. But
the other reason was our own respect for each other's need for
caution. The time worked for the good because we knew each other
very well as people long before we knew each other physically.
Finally, when meeting someone for the first
time, don't keep it a secret. Choose a public place and make
playing either optional or, better still, leave it to the second
meeting. Arrange to do a safe call** or two, giving the person's
licence or other identification to a friend. Anyone who cares
about you will expect that you'll be careful. Hopefully they
will be too.
Knowing all of this, I made the mistake once
of agreeing to meet and play with someone I'd simply chatted
with on-line (I know, insane, totally insane). The person I
met wasn't dangerous - I'm sure he's a nice guy. But he was
a much heavier player than I was at that time and not having
communicated my experiences and limits, I got hurt. Worse still
was how I felt about myself for taking something that for me
is intimate and turning it into something casual and damaging.
Still, I was lucky. All I have are regrets and some almost-faded
scars to remember my mistake.
Back to the present. It would be a shame to
let ourselves be scared back into hiding, fear keep us from
connecting with others. But it's the responsibility of each
of us to protect ourselves.
Now back to our regularly scheduled spankings.
. . .
*I'm using "play" here to refer
to scene activity - for me that means getting spanked and other
**Tell a friend that you'll call them by a
certain time and that if you don't they should assume something
bad has happened to you. And then let the person you're meeting
know that you have a friend expecting your call.
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