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2/23/2021

 Having said hello after a ten year posting hiatus, I will discuss why I might write here again,


Anyone who has spent even a modest effort to read about adults who choose, whatever their motivation, to agree to spank each other finds a wealth of Internet content dedicated to this topic. These discussions may be primarily prurient, or research-based. or fictional, or pictorial, or even humorous in their focus.  Whether you are new to this topic, are quite experienced, are interested in learning about it as an academic interest, are struggling to understand the role a persistent nagging interest in spanking has in your sensual erotic orientation, or are just a poor hapless Internet pilgrim who has found your way here through serendipity or mishap, you may find reading here enlightening or a giant bore.  If the latter is the case, run for your life, leave here, and seek a more compatible source of stimulation. If on the other hand, you are inquisitive, or perhaps you identify with such labels as Dominant, or submissive, switch, slave, or Head of Household, or sadist, or masochist, or taken in hand, or Top, bottom, spanker or spankee, spanking fetishist, therapist, spanking devotee, disciplinarian, or are simply sensually or erotically adventurous, you might find something here worth your time and interest.


I hope to explore and discuss the ways many adults incorporate adult consensual spanking into their lives. For many of us spanking becomes a primary source of connection, stimulation, excitement, drama,  intimacy, and fun.  Whether any, or all, of these motivations lead you to agree to partner with others around spanking, or this topic is simply an interest, you might find reading here interesting.


I am a man, well into the seventh decade of life. I have graduate level education as a counseling psychologist.  Much more usefully, I have about forty years life experience studying, practicing, and learning about the arena many refer to as BDSM, or my more specific orientation: adult consensual erotic and or disciplinary spanking.  Since my very earliest conscious awareness  I have had an obsessive desire to participate in spanking. Early on I was embarrassed I felt this way.  I realized not everyone had this need. Growing up in the mid-1950's U.S., spanking was everywhere: in homes, in school, in church, in magazines, in literature, on the then cool new medium- television, on radio, and in newspapers.  Heck if you were misbehaving kid, playing in the neighborhood, it was not at all uncommon that a neighboring parent of another kid might just decide to spank you.  So it was not strange to be aware of it.  In fact one would have needed to be deaf and blind to not be continually bombarded with spanking stimuli.  In my family spanking was a sacred and almost a pious practice as necessary and important as attending school, or church, or eating everything on your plate to growing successfully to adulthood.  There were times I was spanked simply because I had not been spanked in a while. Like bathing, it was not good for children to go too long without a spanking.  My experience was not unique from my peers. At times friends of mine and I would agree to spank each other as a childish role play (perhaps even mildly erotic play)  but those events were few and insignificant. As I progressed into adolescence, sexual awakening, specifically interest in spanking girls, women absorbed a great deal of my attention.  When I masturbated I was dreaming of administering spankings.  I found friends who shared my interest.  There was a guy who lived across the street from me with whom I exchanged the rare story or pic from a men's pulp magazine, or a Playboy fold-out focused on a woman's ass that just riveted us.  But as I aged I became worried.  I could not imagine a relationship with a woman without spanking her, yet how could I, an educated, ethical, empathic, caring person who was interested in caring for people and facilitating their development, a social activist, a feminist, have as my primary erotic urge: spanking.....the infliction of pain and submission on those for whom I cared.  What was WRONG WITH ME?????


I’ve spent about forty-five years learning first that while my orientation is not mainstream or average, I am not alone, and I am not mentally ill for having it.  I have worked to improve technique, grow relationship skills, and refine values and philosophy in my adult consensual spanking practice.  I’ve grown in depth relationships that are the love of a lifetime, to much more casual experiences with friends who wanted to explore, experience, or be mentored.  I’ve known partners who wanted to have spanking  therapeutic or disciplinary mentoring.


I have learned practice that is good for me. I continue to learn and evolve.  I am not “the” expert.  There are some who have less knowledge content than I.  What I have, is what seems right for me……..today.  


I love writing about ,discussing ,and learning about this subject.  I like meeting those who share this interest.  I want a place to express my experience.


I hope to do so here.  If I write things no one else chooses to read, so be it.  If you find something here of value or interest that will be icing on my cake.


Tom the Heretic


Future Posting Agenda

 It seems I am afflicted by a typical writer’s quandary.  When I am busily engaged in other activities than blog posting, I think of something to write about.  If I go to actually write, I can’t think of what I might write about.  This is I hope a helpful list of potential future topics.


My gratitude for my/our family’s life status.


The evolution in my style and spanking, restraint, etc.,, implement selection at this point 40 years into my BDSM practice.


Relationship to BDSM community groups.


Psychology of spanking play.


Birthday spankings.


BDSM and other alternative sensual erotic orientations are not aberrant, and explainable as the result of some sort of pathological “brokenness”.


Safe words and other philosophical aspects of adult consensual spanking.


My “heretic” status, including why I don’t do florentine flogging.


I suspect this is not so much a menu of “topic teases for potential future readership.  I’m not that expectant that the broad readership that was here ten or more years ago still exists, due to lack of content here and general changes blogosphere reader behavior.  It will be useful to me, however,  when I face the blank page and think,” Now what was that thought I had, I thought I might write about?”


Tom the Heretic


2/17/2021

 Hello Again

I haven't written here since about ten years ago.  After so long a hiatus I want there to be a bridge between where things were at the time I disappeared, and now, for those few rare individuals who read here then, and who may encounter this now.  I think perhaps a WTF? reaction could occur.  I hope this helps that.  If you are new to reading us ,then perhaps this might begin a portion of a bio to provide some context to what you read from me.

A period of crisis that evolved over 2010 and into 2011, culminated in my family’s summoning the police the third time in January 2011, not without cause. I began my longest stretch of how we in the U S treat addiction.  Jail.  It’s where one is schooled that they are sub-human scum.  I did learn.  Just a few weeks ago I commemorated the completion of ten years of sobriety.  Tomorrow it will be ten years and one month.  I’m determined never to drink again, and that being the case I hope I may see twenty or thirty years sobriety.  I’m seventy-one.


I certainly have benefited my health, and our finances in the last ten years, not drinking.  I am not at all sure I can imagine what intoxication would be like today, nor do I want to experience it.  I do have endless longings, cravings for various liquors I adored, and good red wine.  I still feel weak, ashamed, and humiliated I was not able to “handle” drinking without wrecking my life over it, and the horrors I subjected my loves Teresa and Sue to.  I feel like wetting myself when I see a cop and have dreams of killing police…….some of them waking.  I appreciate new irony each time I listen to voicemail solicitations from the fraternal Order of Police trying to get a contribution from me.


The courts forced me to actively participate in AA, twice every week, monitored by court spies who keep track of probationer attendance, for two years.  As soon as my probation ended I attended my last AA meeting.  People seem surprised I don’t continue in AA.  I am bolstered in

my resolve to not drink by the fear that were I to drink again, I might have to go back to AA meetings.


I also did “treatment”, twelve-step based treatment, for those of you who are interested.  It was a huge waste but did involve S and T actively in my “recovery” process and gave them hugely important strokes, affirmation for all my disease had caused them to suffer, for the terribly hard steps they took to save me.


Oh yeah, I practice the two step plan.  It’s my own: not developed by some addiction rehab. Guru.  The first is that I drink no alcohol.  The second is I swallow no alcohol.  The redundancy is intentional……..a fail safe.  I do this each day.  Each morning I renew that as the prime directive for that day.  I have found that if I do that over time, it has remarkable impact on alcohol addiction.  It also means I still lead my life in reaction to alcohol.  Leading life in reaction to alcohol, or other substances is my definition of addiction.  Recovery is not succumbing to use.


The three of us are still together in our unique and loving intentional family.  I never returned to work.  My criminal record placed my continued professional career out of reach.  Magically all this happened at an age that retirement and pension etc., benefits were and have been possible for me.  S, six years younger than I, is now two years retired.  T, eight years younger than I,  blessedly has excellent professional employment, here at home with us.  She is wildly successful.  We frequently conjecture about how much longer her career will extend.


About two and a half years ago now we three sold our two side by side condo’s and purchased  a very nice suburban home together, which we have substantially renovated and renewed.  Today we are very happy together there.  S and my retirements means that "discovery” of our polyamorous intentional family-life no longer threatens our professional careers.  T’s employer has no concern for her lifestyle dynamics so long as she performs her work.  Heck we have joked that her employer will permit a gay partner’s being added to an employee’s health and life insurance benefits.  Perhaps they would permit her to add s to her policy along with me, her husband.  Now T and S are not queer, but do love each other and me and we have all been together 19 years.  While her corporation is progressive, perhaps even “WOKE”,  embracing polyamory is well beyond the pale, of their h r policies, even in 2021.


What about my life, in general, in the interim since I last wrote here?  I have done some study, heavily laden with looking at the work of Carl Jung, and his hugely helpful writings for elders, and my continual quandary and internal conflict to resolve my feelings and confusion about religion/spirituality, and the metaphorically similar conflict between Bible history/theology.


I have been in therapy since early 2011.


I continue my life long sensual erotic orientation to kink in the form of spanking.

I obsessively collect professional quality spanking implements and practice using them as often as life affords me the opportunity with consenting adults and certainly my loves.  No doubt I will buy more.


I am obsessed too with knives.  I have hundreds of collector quality knives.  I don’t want to imagine the cost their acquisition has entailed.  I do incorporate them as sensual implements in kink play.


I am currently lusting after a watch on-line.  I have about fifty watches.  I don’t need it.  I spend way too much energy wanting it.  So goes my life.


Hey I’m sober:)


I have things I’d like to write but it didn’t seem right to simply begin back here where I used to write, without some greeting, especially considering my state when I left.


To those of you who, when I was last here in the throws of my crisis, and quite frankly in suicidal agony, who chose to show me your friendship (and even gratitude for opening our home to one of you real time, when you were in crisis) by telling us that I was and, I guess, therefore am, a worthless drunk, FUCK YOU!! I hope to never encounter you again.  


By the way, that approach to someone in crisis is never helpful, unless perhaps it enables you to feel superior to another.


To many others, who I never thanked when I left here ten years ago, who showed support to S and T and to me, despite my miserable condition then, THANK YOU! 


I am sure you have thought that I did not read and hear you in that I just dropped from view.  I did read …….each of you.  Times lying in my jail cell, or in the psychiatric hospital, or when struggling to feel that I had some level of human worth remaining, I reviewed your words in my mind. You can’t know how truly life-saving your kindness was.


Thanks,


Tom


PS I am still a spanking obsessed Dominant with about 40 years experience with SM and related art forms. I still love my two loves and we plan to live the rest of our lives together, here. I have succeeded in maintaining the massive weight loss achieved through my gastric bypass surgery March 23, 2009, and recounted here in our linked sister blog Herons Transforming.