The College Years

College was all good, got to meet new friends and always enjoyed learning. Plenty of girls to perv at but no real luck on the girl friend side. Still could not get past my kinky feelings and how strange i felt when looking around at what i considered normal people. How could anyone else have the same cravings? More importantly how could the lovely looking females i was coming into contact every day want pain inflicted on them. I was managing to source more magazines on the subject; not only Janus but Roue and swish, which to be fare did seem a bit tame. All ways returned to Janus as my favourite publication to feed my ever voracious appetite for all things spanking. The lovely models, the graphic stories and of course the readers’ letters. It was about now that i started to doubt what i was reading. The stories are a work of fiction, nicely written and indeed for someone like me exciting to read. Some of the readers’ letters where of experiences at school so at that time i took them to be real because slippers and canes where used in schools. But what about the other stories, the domestic discipline stories, the so called true stories of secretaries not wanting to lose their jobs and submitting to some sort of physical punishment, the girl friend asking for punishment because it turned her on before sex. This can’t possibly be true, it was punishment, it hurt, it was meant as a deterrent. Not knowing there were people with masochistic tendencies or indeed fully blown masochist nothing really struck me as believable.

I knew the thought of having a young lady across my knee and spanking her stirred feelings in me.

I knew that laying the cane across the bare backside of a pretty little thing bent over a table excited me like nothing else. But i was inflicting the pain for my own stimulation.

If any of you lovely followers would like to comment i would appreciate your views on your feelings at a young age. Where you like me, a spanker or for me more importantly did the thought of being spanked or having pain inflicted on you stir you’re deepest desires.  

END OF SCHOOL TIME AND LAGER AND LIME

End of an era 1978 and it was time to wave good bye to school, including the disco’s and see what the big wide world had to offer. It was also around the time that i became acquainted with alcohol yes the demon drink and what lovely stuff it is as well. Always enjoyed school for the most part, always wanted to learn and made friends with some really great people, a lot i still see and a few that are still my best friends after 36 years. Decided i was undecided about what i wanted to do in the future so college was the path for me. Also joined a local club, mainly a bunch of guys that got together, dressed up, raised money to put on yearly shows, raised a lot of money for charity and consumed an awful lot of alcohol along the way. Still play a small part in that club and have had the best life because of it, primarily because of the diversity of the people involved. It was at this time that my kinky feelings and indeed life changed forever. I was at my best friend’s house, who funny enough still is, when he produced a magazine that he found in his older brothers room. I had never seen anything like it, all my kinky dreams wrap up in one publication. Did not understand the name but it has been a word that would play a large part in my life for the next 30 years. Janus a journal of fetish and cp. I must have read it from cover to cover 10 times and still could not get enough of it. The images, the fiction and the readers’ letters all there in glorious colour for me to soak up and think perhaps i am not that strange at all. This is a professional publication, they don’t produce just 10, there must be thousands of people who have the same feelings.

This first magazine that captured my imagination so much was a very early edition may have even been Mentor. The Photo’s below are from my first memories of seeing the magazine in its new format brought in around 1981.

I would like to give a huge vote of thanks to Jon of the Janus Archive for sending me these original images and being so helpful. There will be a lot more of Janus to come in the coming years.

Anyone interested in the history or the massive archive Janus has please go to:

www.janusworldwide.com    

         

Subspace

Firstly i would like to say to everyone who has visited here, thank you very much and i must apologise for not posting for some time. Although i have been trying to keep up with all your lovely blogs, most days i just run out of time.

Before i carry on delving into my ancient history i would like to remark and may be stir some comment on Dee’s last post about Subspace.

Forgive me as i might be wrong here but i always thought subspace was a somewhat chemical reaction in the body. Not everyone likes the pain of being spanked or pain in general and the people that do have endorphins that kick in far quicker than your normal person. It acts like taking heroin, gives you a hit and sends you into a state of euphoria. Some subs seem to experience it very quickly; you can see it in their face straight away, some seem to like the build up. In the same vain subdrop is like going into some kind of cold turkey. I know some of my friends are very good with pain but the way there bodies work, that pain and the way there endorphins processes it gives them no pleasure others are real babies when it comes to pain. Dee loves to be spanked and her body must process the amount of pain and release the pain killing chemical slowly. Whereas Faerie can seem to reach it very quickly and what turns everything on its head is that Faerie can reach subspace without pain but a particular sensation brings it on.

Everyone is different, and i ask a lot of questions about this subject with the people i meet but there must be some underlying constant running through this theme.    

Any thoughts anyone.