A spanking conversation in the outside world

A month ago I mentioned that I was getting a new laptop, and yesterday I finally got it. Which is good because I couldn't use my old one anymore and for the last two weeks I've been almost completely offline. Yep, that's right. No blogging. No email. No newsgroup.

It sucked mightily.

It especially sucked because not quite two weeks ago, during my appointment with my massage therapist/acupuncturists, L., I had a most interesting conversation that I've been dying to share with you all.

As L. was working on my neck and shoulders, we started talking about pain and dissociation and living in the present. I explained that lately I've been trying to focus more on living in the present, as hard as that might be. When you live with chronic pain, dissociation is an important tool, but I tend to take it too far because the present usually sucks and I have an active imagination.

"So, where do you go with your imagination?" L. asked.

Er...to being about to go over A.'s knee and begging "No, Daddy! Not the hairbrush!"?

Or a naughty turn-of-the-century girl who is about the be whipped with her papa's razor strop?

Or a cruel, wicked princess who makes her servant do all kinds of degrading, shameful, nasty things and afterwards is herself punished severely?

Oh dear.

I froze. I mean, I couldn't tell her any of that, ya know?

Then I remembered that she said she once worked in a sex toy store.

"Um, well, it's sorta kinky," I finally said.

L. busted up laughing.

"That's great!" she exclaimed as she tapped my arm. Then she reminded me that she used to work at a sex shop where they held seminars on all kinds of kinky activities.

That's when I decided to come out.

"Actually, as my massage therapist, I should probably take this opportunity to tell you -- not that it really matters much at the moment -- that I have a spanking fetish." I said it sorta quickly and quietly. When she laughed some more, I notched it up to my normal voice. "So, you know, if you see a lot of bruises, they were obtained totally consensually."

"Right. So bruises down here are okay, " she said as she pointed to my backside."

"Exactly. And bruises anywhere else are probably thanks to the Coumadin."

"Got it." L. paused. "Actually I can go for a little spanking myself sometimes." Which made me giggle along with her. Then she said something about blood sports that I can't remember now because it was two weeks ago. "Though, for all I know, you guys might be into that."

"Nope. Which is good because it wouldn't mix well with the Coumadin," I said. "We had wanted to try single tails but now we probably can't."

"That's right. I suppose you have to be careful with the Coumadin."

"Yeah, certain implements can be tricky. Like, I start bleeding after 8 or 9 strokes with the cane."

"Oh wow."

"And of course, we have to be careful with heavy, wooden implements like paddles or hairbrushes."

As soon as I said that I became very aware of the fact that I was laying there discussing the merits of spanking implements with my massage therapist. You know, someone outside of my spanko world. Was I getting a little too TMIish? I mean, I have been known to at times (I have a spanking blog for gawd's sake). But, well, L. is an acupuncturist, meaning that she's trained to discuss a person's poo in great detail, so I doubt she felt uncomfortable.

"And even though I'm in pain all the time," I added, "It's nice to get the endorphines going, ya know?"

"Oh totally! Gets the blood flowing," she said.

"Exactly!"

Then there was the seven-minute lull that happens in every conversation, allowing me to focus on my breathing and her to focus on my right trapezius before the conversation went somewhere else entirely -- somewhere far less memorable.

And now that I look back on the whole thing, I keep thinking, why the hell didn't I ask her about her liking of a little spanking too?!

At any rate, stay tuned, dear readers. Now that I have a laptop that I can actually use lap-top in bed, I'm about to get a lot more talkative. ::grin::