Is this thing on?

Apparently, this old blog is still getting views. Can you believe, all this time later, and I am actually still writing about spanking? Yep.

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-M

FIC: A Towel

I wrote this story yesterday morning after my shower. It was an impulse and hasn’t been edited so, if there are typo’s…deal with it 😛

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School & Spankings

Which of the two, school or spankings, do you think I’m seeing more of lately? Which S? Hm. Well, you’ll know by the end of this post, that’s for sure.

First off – I successfully passed Neurology.  My quiz grades got progressively better (74, 84, 90) and my final was high enough (a 76) to get me a B in the class (with the quizzes weighted more heavily.  Whew. I am proud of myself.  I have to say, I may not have always studied as much as I could have, even when I’ve gotten good grades, in the past.  For Neurology though, those last two quizzes and the final, I studied my little ass off for.  Unfortunately, I got caught up in studying and completely forgot not one, or two, but three homework assignments.

Because of schedules/roommates/unforseen circumstances, I have yet to be punished for this.  All homework assignments have been handed in now but two were more important than one and might effect my grades in those classes. Alas, I move on and try and do my best.

Today, I had an on-site clinical internship at the school.  We do them three weekends out of the semester and have 2 clients on our clinic dates.  All four of mine have been women and both days I had one older and one younger.  Both times the older clients were a bit loopy.  Such is life I suppose.  For the last few weeks I’ve been worried, and questioning myself.  Am I doing the right thing for me? Did I pick the right thing? I worry so much about doing the wrong thing with my life,  even though I know the right thing is whatever I feel is best for me.

During my first clinic date I felt anxious and couldn’t wait for it to be over.  I was reluctant, going into this one, but once I started on my first client, I really began to enjoy myself.  I closed my eyes, took a lot of deep breaths and got into it.  I think my confidence is building in my technique, and thus in my ability to not only do a good job, but do this at all. I also think I really need to see the doctor about this ADD.

So, I think it’s clear by now which I have seen more of: school. Life unfortunately often gets in the way of plans, especially when your options for play space are limited.  I suppose if I was seriously desperate, I could find *someone* to spank me, but I’ve grown picky again. Not necessarily a bad thing, but not always easy to stick to.  Ah well, such is life right?  There are MSA and SSNY parties coming up though, so that’s a good thing!

-Marie

Fitting In

Fitting in is a topic that’s been on my mind for a long time (ie. forever) so it was interesting to see Rad and Sandy bring it up on their blogs recently.  In middle school, I had to grow up rather quickly with my home personal life and a few other things, so I really didn’t relate to any of my peers whose primary concerns were very different from my own.

In high school it just got worse. Their primary concerns were still different from mine and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I’ve spent the good part of the last two/three years trying to figure out what’s wrong with me, and how to fix it.  I’ve never been able to get along with my peers.  I’m not liberal enough, but I’m too liberal to be conservative.  I’m not strictly and only into spanking, and yet I’m not a kinkster/fetishist. I’m straight and accepting of other orientations, but because I am straight,  I am in a ‘position of privilege’ for not having to deal with identity and gender issues.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in a position of privilege in my entire life.  I was raised on welfare and foodstamps by a single mom with four kids.  I was the only girl and often teased mercilessly.  I was my moms personal verbal punching bag until I moved out, my older brother almost raped me when I was 11, and my father killed himself when I was 13.  I am not sure where the privilege is.  I’ve ever deemed myself underprivileged though. Just different.  I took what I was given and made the most out of it, trying to turn myself into something better, something worth being.

Lately, I’m being reminded more and more of high school all over again.  I’m still trying to find out who I am and what my purpose is.  I’m still learning.  There are a few places I am comfortable in, and that is in my sexuality and my kink orientation.  But the rest of it? Forget it.

I have very few friends around my own age, and those older, while great and awesome and some of the best friends I’ve ever had, are constantly encouraging me to interact more with my ‘peers’ which is simply frustrating.

So where am I at? I am feeling like I don’t fit in anywhere.  A bigger question though? Do I want to fit in? Do I need to? Do I need a group just for me? Why can’t I just pick and choose the people who are best for me and surround myself with them and be happy? That’s what I’ve done until now, but right now everyone is creating their own little groups and I feel as though I don’t belong anywhere.

Forget vanilla life – I become a horribly awkward and shy teenager when even thinking about interacting with people my own age.  They all seem so much more sophisticated than I am, even those a year or two younger than me.

I know this probably sounds like I want a pity party…but I mostly just want to find out who I am and where I best fit into this world, and I’m feeling a little lost…Sorry this post is a little all over the place, but I needed to get these thoughts out.

– Marie

It’s Been a While

It’s been a while.  Life has been b-u-s-y.  Monday, January 4th, was my 21st birthday.  Yay for me!  No, I didn’t go out drinking or anything.  I had class at 8:30 am and then I went home to get ready to go out to dinner with my surrogate parents (I mean, is it possible to adopt an adult? Maybe? Can we look into that? Because they’re way cooler than uh, 90% of my family!) Rad & Sandy, and a mutual friend J.  We went out for Mexican food and it was yummy-licious. Sandy got me a book and a journal.  Sweet! I’m almost finished with the book, but I left it in my locker at school, damn!! It’s called The 19th Wife and is a historical fiction based on the story of Ann Eliza Young (which, I think I’ve decided to name my future daughter, if I have one, Ann Eliza). Read the rest of this entry »

2009

I can’t believe today is the last day of 2009.  The last 10 years have gone by incredibly fast.  Making it to 18 was a big deal for me, and 21 (right around the corner) is sort of unreal.  This wasn’t an easy year, and a lot of depressing things happen, but looking back on it I see how much I have grown and it only makes me look forward to 2010 and new experiences, even more.

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“NO!”

Last weekend, TES was hosting a holiday party at Paddles, but due to the impending blizzard, they canceled it that afternoon.  The NYC TNG group decided to still host their munch and Paddles graciously stayed open for those of us daring to venture out.  And a fun night was had by all. Read the rest of this entry »

Amazing Play

More after the jump…

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Happy Thanksgiving!

I want to extend a Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of my readers.  I hope you have a spectacular day filled with your favorite autumn foods and good people.  I will be spending the day at my moms with my grandad, aunt, uncle, brother, soon-to-be sister-in-law, and my moms boyfriend in NJ.  (picture below!!) Read the rest of this entry »

Another Kind of Submission

On Saturday night there was a Manhattan Spanking Association party at a brand new location.  I had been looking forward to this party for over a week and by the time it rolled around, it’d been 2 weeks since my last spanking.  Ok, technically, it had been 24 hours as I’d been spanked briefly the evening before, but I digress… Read the rest of this entry »

Scared, Sad, and Not Much Wanting to Blog

Right now I am scared (alright, terrified), sad (etc. etc.) and not much wanting to blog.  I have a few stories and posts in drafts, but I have lost all joy for writing about them right now.  Breaking up isn’t easy, but it’s made more difficult with studies to worry about, trying to find an apartment with having (quite literally, not an exaggeration in the least) no money, and no job.

I have to move in two weeks and while I’ve been emailing daily about apartments/roommate situations, and seen a few, none have panned out and I continue to just get more and more disappointed.  Nothing is more terrifying than not knowing where you’re going to be living in two weeks.

I’ve applied at Starbucks, Target, and Duane Reade most recently, and none have “been able to hire [me] at this time” even when they say they’re hiring.  I’m simple undesirable in some way, for some reason.

Anyway, that’s where I am right now.  Who knows when I will blog again.  I need a break, from life. And a damn good spanking.

– Marie

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Later in the evening on OTK nights a side room is opened up.  In it is a bondage bed that’s the perfect height for strapping and caning.  We had waited because said bed was perfect for the scene we wanted to do.  Rad and Sandy brought the strap pictured below, with them.

(This post includes a picture of an implement below the tag)

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Spanked & Caned at OTK

I had made it a point to ask Rad to bring his canes so I might have a “proper caning” as opposed to last week when our space was limited and he wasn’t able to swing very well. Read the rest of this entry »

OTK 11-7-09

This past weekend was the monthly otk night here at Paddles NYC and it developed into a good night.

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