I have watched this clip of Nancy Botwin getting spanked by the Mayor of Tijuana at least 95 times on my DVR.  I love love love this.  It makes me wet every single time I see it.

WET.  SOPPING. WET Damn It. and JEALOUS of those BRUISES.

I love how this so perfectly represents what I go through several times a day. I am pulled down, pushed, held by the hair, the throat, whatever part of me is flailing or grasp-ready at the time and then WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!!! I’m spanked or rough handled or forced fed a cock for just a few moments before being cast off like a life sized rag doll.

When I get up off my knees, find my footing, or just sit up and get my bearings, I usually give him a blank stared “thank you” before getting back to whatever it is I was doing. Do any of y’all get this?

Jeez oh man.. It’s jarring to a girl’s system, innit?

Now Master, Like El Jefe de Tijuana, is largely unaffected and goes back to watching tv, surfing the net, studying for school, what have you. I on the other hand am wide eyed, endorphin rushed and stumbling like a drunken bar maid while I trying to figure out if I actually LIKED that or not. If I’m even PRESENT or not. Normal conversation is an epic fail for at least 15 minutes and Master ignores the spectacle and acts as if it’s normal.

Ladies? Am I being programmed? Tell me. Because I’ve actually started to weigh this type of behavior as the benchmark of normalcy in my life.

No matter how often these impromptu acts of random kink happen, I still end up just like Nancy Botwin. The dazed look on her face when it’s over?? I love that the most. It’s realistic and I can relate to it in my life. I have that face about 5 times a day.

And most of you do, too.