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Having just repeated myself with a serious post from my pile of drafts here’s a non-serious one from the draft pile I’m… pretty sure I’ve never brought up before. It’s based on observations while hanging with my children in a mid-western municipal swimming pool this summer.
So on a sweltering mid-west day the relatives we were visiting suggested we go visit the nearby swimming pool to cool off. We agreed instantly, especially since our children and theirs were going stir crazy in the too-small-for-two-families house, effectively trapped inside by the heat.
Once I’d finally cooled off in the water long enough to be able to think clearly again I started watching the local youth playing their half-flirt/half-showoff games by the diving boards. They were all pretty accomplished divers (to my relatively untrained eye anyway) but at one point one of the young men upped the ante by yelling at another to do a belly flop. The man on the board took the challenge and landed a whopper, let out a huge groan when he surfaced, and then challenged the rest to follow suit as he swam to the side.
Maybe eight or ten, mostly men but a few hardy young women as well, followed suit. Some people went more than once. My observation? Even through a summer-long tan a belly-flop leaves red marks on the down-side of the body. If you’ve ever landed a belly flop yourself you gotta know it just plain hurts, and some of these people were really trying to get some air before their landings. But between the adrenaline, cheering and being cheered on, and just the general camaraderie they… Ok, I can’t say they didn’t mind that it hurt, it just didn’t bother them that it did.
Not the way, say, they would have seriously minded getting a similar all-body whopping as corporal punishment in a different setting — say, instead of school detention.
That’s sort of the difference I’ve noticed between BDSM and ordinary physical abuse as well — attitude, and maybe arousal and adrenaline make a huge difference.
Not a huge insight, I’m sure, and probably an eyeball roller for people more in to spanking than I’ve ever gotten. But something to remember while processing one’s reactions, and possible triggers, while contemplating consensual BDSM.
One question, though. While I’m sure I could Google up a porn site somewhere that’s got nothing but naked people doing belly flops (so confident, actually, that I’m not even going to bother looking) I wondered then, and I’m finally asking now…
Ever heard of a lazy top telling their sub to do belly and/or back flops? Any subs out there who’d think that would be hot? (Because, seriously, anything inside anything dungeon-y in the midwest in the summer has got to be some kind of miserable-hot, not hot-hot.)
Thanks in advance.
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Submitted by 2406 (not verified) on Tue, 2008-09-23 15:19.
Cute! I don't have a prayer of accessing a pool where that kind of thing would be considered appropriate, and I'm not sure about the whole chlorine/sex combo, but if I had a private pool filled with seawater, I'd try it. You could pull your sweetheart out of the water and lick them dry in between belly flops.
We just go thorough a lot of ice during the miserable summers here.
[Good to know, P. Also I hadn't thought about the rescue role-playing possibilities of bodies of water. Very nice idea/enhancement. Thanks. --fl]
Submitted by 2406 (not verified) on Fri, 2008-09-26 22:01.
Well, sure. There's a big difference between pain experienced while demonstrating how tough you are, and pain inflicted on you as punishment. One is about displaying personal power, the triumph of will over the flesh. The other is about someone demonstrating that they have power over you, that they can make you submit to their will.
I play paintball a few times a year. There are times, like last weekend, when I can really push myself, get past the fear of pain and put myself out there, knowing it's going to hurt. That feels good -- not the pain, but the knowledge that I could go beyond the pain, really the fear of pain, and do something that mattered to me. (There are limits -- some places just hurt too much, like the nipple, ugh!)
Your post coincides nicely with my recent musings on why I am so proud of my paintball bruises ... again, I think it's about displaying toughness of a sort.