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Wellred Weekly
Volume 1, Number 7 : April 27, 2012
 
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Implement Aversion
by Erica Scott

I recently read an account where someone talked about losing an implement she had loved. She hadn't, however, literally misplaced it, but in a sense it had been taken from her because a spanking partner had ruined it for her with an abusive scene. This got me to thinking about how many of us might have had our own feelings about an implement change drastically following a bad experience.

I believe that most of us have our 'hard limits' when it comes to certain implements, but why is this? Is it because they scare us or simply because they hurt too much? Or could it be that we have developed a negative association with them? Personally, I've never had the misfortune of having someone ruin a beloved implement for me, but I did have someone turn a soft limit into a hard one.

As far as implements go, I much prefer leather over wood, but all wooden implements are not created equal. Thicknesses, types of wood, etc. all make for a variety of sensations. I've never liked those heavy, rectangular 'frat' style paddles, with or without holes in them, as they thud me down to the bone and feel horrible. They don't even make a satisfying sound; instead of a hearty smack, they land with a dull thunk. Whenever I thought of those types of paddles one word came to mind -- brutal -- and brutality was never something I enjoyed in my spankings. Nevertheless, I still played with them now and again, at parties and so forth.

About four or five years ago, I ended up meeting a man with whom I'd initially made contact on the old SIN website. We did the usual coffee thing, talked and so forth and then I invited him back to my place to play. I liked his style and his scolding, but as things progressed he started being way too touchy-feely and I had to tell him to stop. Later, we spoke again and he asked me if I'd like to get together again. I said yes, but added that he needed to keep the sexual touching out of it. He said he would.

The next time he visited he brought a bag with him, which he then handed to me, informing me that he'd gotten me a present. The bag was from a local adult toy store. When I looked inside, my heart sank -- he'd bought one of those frat paddles. It was huge and thick, exactly what I hate. The price tag was still on it, and it certainly wasn't cheap. But wait, there's more. Also in the bag was a Pocket Rocket vibrator! I barely knew this guy, so what the hell was he doing buying me something that personal?

At this point I need to 'fess up and admit that even with years of experience, I can still screw up. In hindsight, I should have followed my instincts and told him that I'd changed my mind, didn't want the gifts and that I didn't care to play after all. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I felt bad because he'd spent all that money, and I figured the least I could do was to have another scene with him.

It was dreadful. No, he didn't try the wandering fingers thing again, but instead he just beat the hell out of me with that awful paddle -- too fast, too hard, too everything. He did eventually stop when I started to cry, but they weren't the good kind of tears; they were tears of pain and frustration with myself coupled with that sense of betrayal and violation we feel when someone hurts us.

Once I calmed down a bit, the guy (who was utterly clueless) asked me if he'd given me what I needed. Needless to say I was more than a little shocked by the question and suggested that perhaps it had been a little too much. I hadn't said this in a sarcastic or condescending manner, but he then reached over, grabbed my hair and demanded to know if I was being smart, because if I was he would 'beat my ass' all over again. Frightening!

This is another one of my red flags -- when the spanking is over, it's over. You don't get to be harsh during aftercare. That's the time when you're supposed to be nice. Anyway, I meekly told him that I wasn't being smart and the cherry on the sundae was his suggestion that I should use the Pocket Rocket he'd given me... in front of him. I declined and he then threatened to spank me until I did. That was the last straw and I very firmly told him that he should not.

After he left, I felt sick, I hurt and was marked. I looked at that plank of wood he'd left behind and just wanted it out of my sight. Without any further thought, I took it down to the Dumpster and chucked it. I suppose I could have given it away, but I didn't want anyone else to suffer from it either. If I'd had a fireplace, I would have burned it. I should also mention that I tossed the Pocket Rocket too. I know, I know, that was wasteful, but I didn't care. It was tainted with his ickiness.

After that, frat paddles became a hard limit. Not that it's a great loss, though, because I never really liked them.

Of course, in the right circumstances it's certainly possible to move past such aversions, especially if your spanking partner shows patience and treats you with consideration. Do others have their own implement aversion and if so, how did it come about? Do you want to get over it, or does it not matter?





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