(jk it is)
This popped into my head today when chatting with a friend about how vintage Bakelite/celluloid hairbrushes have a 50s/60s mom vibe.
They have such a domestic mom tone. Very suburbanite.
A mom who is just really fed up with your attitude, young lady! And is just going to snatch your arm and smack the shit out of your bottom and thighs.
Or something like that. Not my vibe, but a vibe.
-M
Sorry this one is a little later in the day! I am behind on scheduling these and yesterday was a busy day so I didn’t write. However…here’s a little snippet about how my evening went, ha!
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The pile of ebony hairbrushes on the bed didn’t seem so delightful to look at when she was facing feeling them each individually. Sure, though, she’d gotten great deals on them and they were vintage! collectors items! beautiful!
And painful. That, too. The first was her original. The brush she’d felt often over the 15 years she’d had it – stinging and dense and familiar. But the rest that followed were new additions. Heavier. Bigger. Searing her sit spots. Falling relentlessly with little break.
Maybe she’d stop buying new ones? Yeah. She’d stop.
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Tucked into bed an hour later, his hand on her sore bottom as she fell asleep, she scrolled through Ebay listings for her saved search term, ‘vintage ebony hairbrush’ and fell asleep on her phone.
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-M
A more vulnerable post, let’s see how it goes. This is from pre-Vegas because I am still unsure about sharing those posts – but they’re written.
There is room in my kink for real-life punishment. It’s rare (feeling necessary perhaps a few times per year, at the most) but it’s there. My husband and I don’t have a “typical” (heavy on the air quotes there on typical) domestic discipline relationship because we don’t use spanking as a part of our relationship in the way most people think of when they think of DD. There are no rules or expectations in our relationship or house that when fallen short of, result in a spanking. There is no formal kink dynamic here. The times punishment feels necessary or helpful, usually it comes from me. It’s something I feel I’ve fallen short of, an expectation of or for myself, or a mistake/behavior I can’t move past and because of the role of spanking in my life – it helps. Spanking is how I access vulnerable parts of me; it can be one way to access and let go of some Big Feelings, and that’s how it’s used in these moments. I can give the moment over to this kind of discipline and move past it.
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