Which Are You?

Whether we like it or not we all get labels. Even those who choose to not give themselves one get one or two or ten.

I am a son, a brother, the younger half of twins, a nephew, a grandson, a great grandson, a friend, a loner, a husband, a father, a writer, a philosopher, a Christian, a neighbour, a brat, a lover, and as my one sister in law calls it an arrogant little shite with attitude but what does she know?

I take your point Caleb but things for most people are usually a bit more complex than top, bottom or switch. Those tags are only of use if you are in what is called the "scene". Nothing against it but its not for me, never has been. If I was allowed one sentence to describe my orientation it would be that I am an admirer of strong minded women.

I'm too, I love strong minded, witty, intellectually sparkling women.

But I like to be the one to whom she would surrender.

Not always blimp. Or maybe it is that way for hets I wouldn't really know. I live it 24/7 and even though I cubby myself in one of the categorys it does not make me a player or Adam either.

I once tried to find out where these terms even came from and after a lot of searching the only ones that can be claimed by the gay community are Top and bottom. The rest are all heterosexual by birth lol. We just stole some of 'em.

I had a few friends who did the whole scene thing and it always seemed rather cold and impersonal to me. They even have parties. Not my idea of a good time though.

I have earned myself a label at the job training program which I have been attending for the last four months. I am referred to as "that crazy spanko guy from Stockholm"! For I have been completely open about the fact that I am a spanko and a recovered psychotic. I am by no means shy.

This job training program is a real gas. We often spend the entire coffee breaks and lunch breaks cracking jokes! And since I began attending the school, thanks to my influence, the joke cracking sessions often center on spanking! So far, not a single one of my teachers or fellow students has shown any signs of being offended by my stream of wisecracks on the theme of spanking. They all think that the subject is hilarious! Well, Sweden has a reputation for being tolerant in sexual matters. I guess that that reputation is actually well-deserved!

Here is an example of a few of our spanking jokes from a recent lunch break at the school:

I am gabbing with Susan, a fellow student, and Tomas, my teacher. Tomas is a jovial man. Susan is sort of a b-tch.

Me to Tomas - "Tomas, maybe I should take the rattan cane which I keep at home to school with me tomorrow, and lend it to you? Your job would probably be much easier if you had the right tools available when we students begin to act up!"

Tomas to me - "But Henke! I would wind up in jail! You know as well as I do that the Swedish parliament banned corporal punishment in the schools way back in 1958!"

Me to Tomas - "Oh yeah! That´s right! Why on earth did they pass that stoopid law 52 years ago? Our kids have been like animals ever since! Have you ever found yourself in a subway waggon late on a Saturday evening, Tomas? The minute a gang of teenagers enters the waggon, total chaos and anarchy breaks out instantaneously!"

Susan to me - "Yeah, that´s right, Henke! You just do that! Bring that cane with you tomorrow! *I* will give *you* six of the very best with it! On the bare!"

Me to Susan, with an eager voice, and rubbing my hands together - "You *promise*, Susan?! Oh, boy! Now I am in for it! Tomorrow my dreams will come true! I can hardly wait!"

Susan throws her hands up in the air in frustration!

A dozen of the other students, who are sitting around the table listening and sipping coffee, laugh heartily.

As you can see, this job training program is a gas! I am almost glad that I became unemployed!

I am a very naughty boy under the loving care of my aunty who takes me to task every month, puts me over her knee, takes down my trousers and underwear and proceeds to warm my tail until I break down and bawl . All my frustrations and stress gone in an hour until the next time.
If I am really bad I will get a hair brushing as well as a caning after a good slippering. I try to avoid those spankings but sadly don't always suceed. Last spanking was on Thursday morning, after a good slippering I got a severe hairbrushing for lying. Sitting down was difficult the whole weekend.

Merry Christmas to all

Mario