The First Spanksgiving | Smutober Day 5

It was close to 60 degrees out, comfortably warm for me, perhaps a little chilly for what would be a mostly disrobed Serafina (who I planed to drape over a convenient log,) but nothing that a good warming of her ass wouldn’t be able to overcome. It started raining, and Serafina looked at me, asking with her eyes if the rain storm would spare her bottom it’s ordeal. I growled lightly in response that she’d be wet when I was done with her anyway, so a little rain wasn’t going to even slow me down.

I think she whimpered a little . . .

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

Misty Water-Colored Memories

Before the concept for my Leaves of Grass post came to mind for today’s Smutober prompt, I thought of a much older entry from SpiritualBDSM.com.

What better way, I thought, to portray the prompt -“leaves”- than an outdoor Thanksgiving Day spanking scene?  Fortunately, I happen to have some nice images from such a celebration.

The images are from bittersweet memories, to be quite honest. Serafina and I shared some very wonderful times together, no doubt about that. I have to believe that we learned and grew very much together. It’s also true that we saw things in each other we wanted to see, and that those perceptions were perhaps not completely accurate. Given enough time, those kinds of essential misunderstandings will eventually slice a relationship to its core.

Our time as lovers may be over, but we are still friends. She will always be family to me. In fact, despite being separated, Serafina still lives here in my home. Our old blog together still exists (obviously) and we both share access and permission for use of our shared images. Yes, it’s a complex relationship, but, I’m told that’s relatively common among polyamorous people.

I have no desire to forget the good times we shared. Instead, I intend to celebrate them. Despite the differences and misunderstandings, those days were among the best of our lives to date. Whatever the future holds, whatever our status may become, the good days are worth celebrating.

Spanksgiving Leaves

My first Spanksgiving was documented here – Happy Spanksgiving! Serafina provided the story for the post and obviously modeled as well. The photographs were mine. Adding to Serafina’s rendition of the events, I provided my own – Spanksgiving Day (redux).

I was never satisfied with the photographs. I was using a Nikon Coolpix camera rather than my usual 35mm, and struggled mightily with the white balance and with exposure. I did the best I could with my primitive photoshop skills, the results are not my best, barely acceptable IMHO.

Of course, I can now revisit old photographs, as I showed recently for SinfulSunday. Even if I can’t “fix” photos, I’m having pretty good luck using filters and photo-processing software turning my older photos into a sort of art. My creations aren’t to everyone taste, but I’ve had good feedback from some folks too.

So, without further explanation or ado, I give you two of my edited images created from Michael Samadhi’s First Spanksgiving. Images of beautiful memories. Images full of beautiful leaves…

I took my slave/wife by the hand, one more time, and led her down a faint trail that paralleled the river. I’m a large man, 6′ tall, while Serafina is just 5’2″, so if I decide to set a good pace, it feels as though I’m almost pulling her along, her stride is much shorter than mine, and she has to push herself to keep up. That’s the way I want it, I want her breathless before we even start.

Then is see what I’m looking for, a downed log – solid and secure, that I can drape my slave over for her spanking.

In a quiet but firm voice, my face very close to hers (invading her space) as I held her close in front of me, I told Serafina to pull her pants down to her ankles and drape herself over the log. She looked at the damp wood for a moment, realizing that the recent rain wasn’t going to make her ordeal any more comfortable, and then quietly complied with my command.

I got out my camera and calmly told her I was going to record the event for all my online friends.

Michael Samadhi

SpiritualBDSM.com, Spanksgiving Day (redux)

“Life is too short to be living someone else’s dream.” ~ RIP Hugh Hefner

Hugh Hefner  (April 9, 1926 – September 27, 2017)

In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined a sweeter life. Hugh Hefner

I come not to praise Hefner, but to bury him…

Let’s be honest, Hugh Hefner’s legacy is a very mixed bag.

That’s probably obvious to folks who get their news from more than one source.  Hefner’s passing two days ago has elicited a vast number of obituaries.

Some have looked back on his life as very much a net positive.

From that viewpoint, Hefner’s greatest legacy may be the vast business empire he built.  For one group of folks, that sort of business acumen is a good unto itself.

Hugh will certainly be well remembered by some for the sexual taboos he broke.

In the same vein, others respect the barriers he broke with Playboy.  Some will even say Playboy empowered women all across our country.  I can’t argue with any of that.

Obviously, there’s a dark side as well.  Certainly, it can be argued that Hugh Hefner’s entire business empire was based on the exploitation of women.

I’ve read obituaries blaming Hefner for everything from pornography addiction to promiscuity.

More than a fair number of people have portrayed “Hef” as something far less than a nice man.  Perhaps some of those portraits are the product of jealousy and/or personal recrimination.

Perhaps not…

I won’t take great issue with the majority of the negative portrayals either.  It’s a simple guess, but probably accurate to say it’s all really just a matter of perspective.

And, whether you love or hate Hefner, there’s no denying the ways Playboy helped change the sexual landscape of the United States.

I can see both good and bad in Hugh Hefner.

He may have been a celebrity, but in leaving a complex legacy, in being seen as good by some and awful by others, he ends up being like every other man.

Well, if we hadn’t had the Wright brothers, there would still be airplanes. If there hadn’t been an Edison, there would still be electric lights. And if there hadn’t been a Hefner, we’d still have sex. But maybe we wouldn’t be enjoying it as much. So the world would be a little poorer. Come to think of it, so would some of my relatives. Hugh Hefner

Playboy interview - 1974

A Life in Quotes ~ Hugh Hefner

Being attacked by right-wing Christians did not bother me. Being attacked by liberal feminists did. Hugh Hefner

My father lived an exceptional and impactful life as a media and cultural pioneer and a leading voice behind some of the most significant social and cultural movements of our time in advocating free speech, civil rights and sexual freedom. He defined a lifestyle and ethos that lie at the heart of the Playboy brand, one of the most recognizable and enduring in history. He will be greatly missed by many, including his wife Crystal, my sister Christie and my brothers David and Marston, and all of us at Playboy Enterprises. Cooper Hefner

Hugh Hefner's son | chief creative officer of Playboy

Much of my life has been like an adolescent dream of an adult life. If you were still a boy, in almost a Peter Pan kind of way, and could have just the perfect life that you wanted to have, that’s the life I invented for myself. Hugh Hefner

LA Times

If you do something wrong, you’ll get an email. There’s a strict code of conduct. There are even rules about Instagram and Twitter. You’ve got to show everything in a good light and if you’re drunk in a picture you’ll be in trouble. Melissa Howe

Inside Playboy Mansion: 'It's like a prison and Hugh Hefner prefers tennis to sex', The Mirror

Although we all did our best to decorate our rooms and make them homey, the mattresses on our beds were ­disgusting — old, worn and stained. The sheets were past their best too. Izabella St. James

Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion

Without the dynamic of the other multiple girlfriends to play off of, Hef’s true colors really came out. He started to get really snappish and verbally abusive with me. I had been able to overlook so many things in the relationship, but when he finally verbalized how he truly was, and I realized he wasn’t that nice of a guy, I really woke up. Holly Madison

Hugh Hefner & Holly Madison

The Playmate of the Year used to get a Porsche.

Now she gets a Mini Cooper that she has to return after a year!

Carla Howe

Inside Playboy Mansion: 'It's like a prison and Hugh Hefner prefers tennis to sex', The Mirror

Every Friday morning we had to go to Hef’s room, wait while he picked up all the dog poo off the carpet — and then ask for our allowance: a thousand dollars counted out in crisp hundred-dollar bills from a safe in one of his bookcases. We all hated this process. Hef would always use the occasion to bring up anything he wasn’t happy about in the relationship. Most of the complaints were about the lack of harmony among the girlfriends — or your lack of sexual participation in the ‘parties’ he held in his bedroom. If we’d been out of town for any reason and missed one of the official ‘going out’ nights [when Hefner liked to parade his girls at nightclubs] he wouldn’t want to give us the allowance. He used it as a weapon. Izabella St. James

Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion

I launched the magazine on $5,000 dollars. My mother loaned me $1,000. The first issue came out at the end of 1953. I knew I needed something original. I had a photographer shoot a 3D feature for the first issue and learned it would cost too much money. When the 3D thing turned out to be too expensive, at that same moment I came across the photos of Marilyn Monroe. People had heard about it but they hadn’t seen it. And that was the first issue. Hugh Hefner

Much of my life has been like an adolescent dream of an adult life. If you were still a boy, in almost a Peter Pan kind of way, and could have just the perfect life that you wanted to have, that’s the life I invented for myself. Hugh Hefner

1992 interview, Los Angeles Times

Today the world lost a legend. #HughHefner started my career. For 22 yrs I got to wish him happy new year at his mansion. I’ll miss him.”

Ron Jeremy

My best pick-up line is ‘My name is Hugh Hefner.’

Hugh Hefner

When it first gets started his main girlfriend gives him [oral sex], then she has sex with him. She’s the first to go because that’s the safest for her. No protection and no testing. He doesn’t care.

Jill Ann Spaulding

Jill Ann: Upstairs

At about the minute mark, I pulled away and it was done. It was like a job. Clock in, clock out. It’s not like I enjoyed having sex with him.

Kendra Wilkinson

Sliding Into Home

Hugh Hefner absolutely revolutionized the persona of the American male. In the post-World War II era, men’s magazines were about hunting and fishing or the military, or they were like Esquire, erotic magazines with a kind of European flair.

Hefner reimagined the American male as a connoisseur in the continental manner, a man who enjoyed all the fine pleasures of life, including sex. Hefner brilliantly put sex into a continuum of appreciative response to jazz, to art, to ideas, to fine food. This was something brand new. Enjoying fine cuisine had always been considered unmanly in America. Hefner updated and revitalized the image of the British gentleman, a man of leisure who is deft at conversation — in which American men have never distinguished themselves — and the art of seduction, which was a sport refined by the French.

Hefner’s new vision of American masculinity was part of his desperate revision of his own Puritan heritage. On his father’s side, he descended directly from William Bradford, who came over on the Mayflower and was governor of Plymouth Colony, the major settlement of New England Puritans.

But Hefner’s worldview was already dated by the explosion of the psychedelic 1960s. The anything-goes, free-love atmosphere — illustrated by all that hedonistic rolling around in the mud at Woodstock in 1969 — made the suave Hefner style seem old-fashioned and buttoned up. Nevertheless, I have always taken the position that the men’s magazines — from the glossiest and most sophisticated to the rawest and raunchiest — represent the brute reality of sexuality. Pornography is not a distortion. It is not a sexist twisting of the facts of life but a kind of peephole into the roiling, primitive animal energies that are at the heart of sexual attraction and desire.

Camille Paglia

Sensuous or kinky?

It’s old humor.

Old enough it could be called a “classic”…

Q:  What’s the difference between sensuous and kinky?

A:  Sensuous they use the feather.  Kinky they use the whole chicken.

Like the joke, this “art” was created from an image that’s been floating around the web for ages…

 

It’s International Rabbit Day

International Rabbit Day ~ 9/23/2017

Well, my friends and dear readers, it’s International Rabbit Day.

It’s not a holiday I’d planned for.

Maybe next year…

I first heard about the event earlier this morning.

Sinnjara looked at me with a knowing grin, and said, “Master, it’s International Rabbit Day today.  Maybe you should create a post?”

I mean it sounds like fun.

Who minds a good reason to party?

Am I right?

So I started this post.

What can I say?

I’m a good Master…

Bunny Samadhi – circa 2005

When I showed Sinnjara the draft of this post, written and illustrated up to this point, she reacted with exasperation…

“MASTER, I didn’t mean THAT kind of rabbit!!!”

“Well then slave,” I replied, “Whatever kind of rabbit do you mean?”

“You know…” She said.

“Do I?”  I made a face at my slave, my ‘innocent’ face.

Sinnjara has a bit of Tinkerbell in her, I think at this point she stomped her foot.

“You know, the kind that vibrates and swirls and has really fun ears,” she stated.

Looking rather sure of herself, Sinnjara crossed her arms and sort of ‘harrumphed” at me.

“O.K., but you do know that Bunny Samadhi vibrated and swirled as she hopped around the room.  And come to think of it, her ears really were a lot of fun to pet and play with…”

Facepalm.

Yes, at this point my slave gave me the facepalm gesture.

Then I got links, on my Facebook, from places like Jezebel and Cosmopolitan.

“Oh, THAT kind of rabbit,” I said.  “Let me create some art for that kind of rabbit…”

So, I updated the post, as you can see.

But when I showed Sinnjara, the face I got didn’t look too much like joy.  No, it wasn’t joy for sure.

Her eyes kinda bugged out…

“Rabbits are supposed to be fun, but your’s looks scary.  It’s evil!”

“Ya, it kinda does have a special look, doesn’t it?”  I broke out laughing, lost my straight face entirely.

More links arrived in my Facebook.

Fun Factory Miss Bi, a high-tech rabbit

I hope that’s a more aesthetically pleasing tribute to the International Rabbit (of the high-tech kind) Day.

BTW – In case you wondered, International Rabbit Day (not a marketing gimmick) is a real thing.  According to the House Rabbit Society (not dedicated to the high-tech kind of rabbit – but wouldn’t that be fun) …

“International Rabbit Day is an international day which promotes the protection and care of rabbits both domestic and wild… On International Rabbit Day, we think about the many ways that rabbits bring joy to our lives, and also the many ways in which they are harmed, by hunting, eating, medical experimentation, product testing, fur-farming, and living isolated lives in outdoor hutches.”

At this point, Master does the “told you so dance” as we walk out the door to pick up supper.

Walking out the door, my slave says, somewhat curtly, “Guess who’s going inside to pick it up?”

“I guess I am…”, I replied.

At least I got that one right!

Nap time for bunny – no doubt tired out from Rabbit Day celebrations…

I don’t know what the word ‘rabbit’ means to you.

But, I do know that today is the day to protect / celebrate / commemorate / vibrate your rabbit.

It’s also not a bad day to remember your favorite bunny.

Bunnies need loving too…

Ya know?