13 August 2009

The Spanking Party - Party

Pammie on her blog made an interesting analysis of the political ramifications of spankos in the United States crossing the political spectrum.

She envisioned that with Blue State spankos, the spanker wears leather pants and a studded tool belts while the spankees wear revealing corsets and thongs or no panties. When talking about red state spankos she sees tight collars and wash pants (I don’t know what wash pants are) and the red state spankee in white cotton panties (or not) and big cotton dresses. Pammie wrote “But they both enjoy it...really... although secretly.”

Well, I hate tight collars and as a genuine card-carrying member of the vast right wing conspiracy I'm wondering if I should feel offended by the suggestion that I pretend to not enjoy spanking.

I do thoroughly enjoy spanking from both sides of the paddle and it has no bearing on my libertarian leanings. Minx is by many measures a bleeding heart liberal and almost always pulls the wrong lever in the voting booth.

Perhaps that makes us some sort of hybrid spanko couple.

Wait a minute, I must admit I don’t really enjoy spanking when it’s time for my butt to be pointed in the air. That’s usually when my mind races to “What the hell was I thinking when I thought I enjoyed spanking!” I should also admit that just maybe we enjoy it secretly since we tend to avoid discussing it with neighbors or people we meet at the convenience store...

Oh well.

However, It has been apparent for quite some time that our two party political system in the United States leaves a lot to be desired.

Perhaps it’s time for a strong third party…

A party of spankos!

I can see it now, we would call our national convention...

“The Spanking Party-Party”.

Hell, according to the quoted research by the respected scientists at Manswers 41% of the population would show up and vote with us. With undecided voters and independent crossover (switches) and conquest votes we would easily take over the White House, Senate and House in short order.

Imagine that, a Spanking Party in the White House. The possibilities are certainly thought provoking. Perhpas the party would have seperate splinter fringe elements... The Belts, The Leathers, The Woods and The Canes.

I suppose in some respect this is all too confusing and can't be solved in the blog world alone, yet certainly deserves more study. Perhaps a federal grant to fund some research would be in order. I’m calling my Senators… we need this in the Health Bill.

10 August 2009

Spankos at Manswers?

Dante has this video on his blog today. I couldn't get it to play without the background music so here's a copy:

Of particular note is the percentage of spankos in America. Wow, double the rest of the world at 41%. Apparently the other 59% of Americans don't have sex. Still 41% is a good chunk of the population IMHO. Maybe it's because we grew up not only watching The Lucy Show but also we all have the DVD of the Duke dealing with Maureen O'Hara's attitude.

This isn't the first spanking "answer" at Mansers, here's another one just in case you need some help working on an addiction.

03 August 2009

What a Weekend

Minx and I have known each other for about 3 years and have been together for more than a year now, in fact over 1 1/2 years if you count those things with vigor. For anyone who doesn't know... we've been more than just an item. Minx and I have been through some tough times together, tough times certainly test the temper of a relationship and ours has remained steadfast and perhaps only stronger.

Somehow, we still are in love.

No, not just the I'm a spanko and I found a like minded spanko so we'll give it a go kind of love... But, real love. Don't ask me why but on many levels it just plain looks like we were made for one another. It's just plain a good fit. Well, if you don't know it's a bit of an age mismatch, I'm a few years older than Minx. Well, maybe a bit more than a few... let's just say that since boys tend to mature slower than girls do, we found the intersection on that particular graph and we'll leave it at that.

This past weekend we found it necessary to make a several hundred mile jaunt to see relatives. There had been a death in the family and it's one of those times when relatives can't be avoided. Now for the uninitiated, let me tell you relatives can be the true litmus test of a relationship.

Don't get me wrong, I do not only appreciate Minx's relatives, I think I actually love them as much as that is possible. In fact it's not that they don't really seem to care that Moi... This dirty old man who spanks their daughter's ass red raw has entered their sweet little girl's life but they actually appear (at times) to be grateful. Sure, I've tainted her and soiled her otherwise pure heart and taken her to the far reaches of sexual extremes... Well, actually maybe she's done that to me. Yet, they still tolerate my being. Well, at least none of them attempted to murder me in my sleep, yet.

I'm a dog guy, always have been... always will be. I dunno, there's just something about dogs. We just connect, I understand dogs... their baser wants and needs. They at times only care about the man that will vigorously rub their breast bones (the same sensation they feel when they are humping) and rub behind their ears. It's kind of dog equivalent of being a man who can find a woman's 'g' spot. Well, in any event... usually after five minutes any dog I encounter becomes my life long friend... Except Minx's dog but that's only because he thinks he's a cat.

Couple of years ago I dated a lady who had a health guide dog. Whenever she was close to going into a pain seizure the dog would sense it and move or position her to a spot where she could be safe until the seizure was over. The dog was a VERY large German Shepherd and was VERY capable of protecting her... Well, not all the time. After first meeting them for a few minutes and saying hello to 'protection dog' I proceeded to spank her bottom raw and 'protection dog' didn't really seem to give a shit except for the fact that while I was spanking her, I wasn't paying attention to him. But I digress.

Being a dog guy somehow equates to being an 'a-oh-kay' guy as far as Minx's mother is concerned and that is the point that I've been trying to get at through this whole typing session.

When the weekend began we were outside and a (nosey) neighbor came by... I was introduced by Minx's mom as Minx's boyfriend. Before the weekend was halfway over my status changed, I became her 'son-in-law'. I liked it very much. By default Minx's mom declared me as being Minx's husband and that's a good thing. I'm sure it's only because I was well liked by the three dogs that were running around. Yeah, they're dog people.