Little Girl: Shut Your Face

Okay, so there was this incident in IRC today. I used to go hang out at this chat server sometimes. It’s run by a friend of mine that I hold in very high regard; she set up this venue where people could get together, create a community, and discuss their kink…like adults. I never would have gotten any farther than daydreaming hopelessly and the occasional short story if it weren’t for this place. I love it…wait, loved it.

When JB and I started talking, I stopped going to IRC. This was in part because we wanted to be alone to format our relationship, but moreover, there was getting to be this problem with the type of chatters that were showing up in droves.

There are lots of spanking servers. Most of them cater to the D/s type of play. This particular one wanted a forum for all types of kinkos—D/s, spankos, Tops/bottoms, age players and families, domestic discipline—the entire gamut. Without getting too specific, the age players were offered an opportunity to build as many rooms as they pleased, but the main room was reserved for D/s and adult type-chatting.

You see, even among the kinkos, there is hierarchy. It’s flexible though, mind you…each of us separating ourselves, thinking our kink is the best, the least bizarre: “I’m not into DD—those people are weird fundamentalist loony tunes who think that Bush should be king, the NRA should enforce all school policy, and women should remain silent and pregnant at all times.” or “I’m not into D/s—those people are weird masochistic psychos that want to burn themselves with wax and drink each other’s blood.” or “I’m not into A/P—those people are weird pedophiles that get off on spanking wet diapers and spoon feeding adults who are only allowed to speak monosyllabically.”

We’re all weird. And that’s what should unite us. There’s nothing wrong with weird. But, when it comes to sharing a space, it becomes necessary not too overlap excessively. I can’t get my spanko-sex rocks off, coyly enticing a Dominant into playing with a little suggestive lap dancing or straddling, lascivious licking or innuendo, when there is this going on:

lia kicks her patent leather shoes and li'l white socks in the air.
sharona pushes lola over to make room for lia.
lia searches for and finds sharona, and they hug each other and jump up and down and squeal.
sharona points the bubble machine at the bar.

lia: oooooooooooo! CANDY!!!!
sharona: CANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?

MDDCSir tosses candy canes around the room.

And I’ll tell you exactly what I said (sans all their gripey bullshit):

Well, there you have it, sharona...no candy for you. No popsicles, no lollis... No pigtails, no diapers, no playdates... No binkies, no nappies... It seems that this is not the place to get what you're looking for. People here play adult games with adults. You want some baby fun? Want to play candy and ponies and little white socks? Go to one of the thousands of age play rooms. I don't play those things. I deserve one space that isn't filled with screaming infants. So, pack up your little diaper bag with your sippie cups and your blankies and piss right off.

Was I mean? Yeah, sure. Was I a bitch? Maybe. Was everything I said 100% true…you bet your fine ass it was! I want IRC back. I want adults and sex and deliciously wicked spankings all over the place—like the fucking Roman forum (she says with stars in her eyes)…I want to watch someone get their face slapped in public. I want to watch a bad girl smacked red and raw…and tears and apologies and peeks at their naughty bits. I’m a fucking adult. I want to know that there are other people out there that can say: A good, hard belt spanking makes my cunt spoiled wet, makes me want to fuck until I pass out. I want to say it and not hear this:

lia: But lola, you seem to only want to come in here and use it for the lolalane show, and sorry, but don’t see why sharona can’t do what SHE wants TOO?
sharona: Well, so far my experience has been that people have been respectful of each other and have been inclusive. I thought your kind of activity belonged in PM rather than as a floor show. (Referring to my highly suggestive, but not even nearly gratuitous, display while teasing J into playing my games.)

I’m fucking steamed. Yeah, I had fucking authority and I shouldn’t have run my mouth, but we all knew I was a sketch choice for operator after the Dark incident and the carolinacutie fiasco. What can I say? I never wanted to be prom queen. It’s true what J said: There goes your Miss Congeniality vote. But I am glad he was there…and that he’ll be Opping again. I wanted to take them all on, but I couldn’t. Next time though, babies…yall are getting kicked the fuck out and I am slamming the door on your asses.

Cheers! I feel better.