You want me to read WHAT?
Earlier this week, Beth posted about seeing the Anne Rice “Sleeping Beauty” trilogy on the bookshelves at Target, here. It was on display right next to that other trilogy. She expressed her shock and surprise (and I agree with her) that the Beauty series would be so casually displayed in a family store. For those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s not wannabe stuff. It is hardcore BDSM, very dark. Not “BDSM For Dummies” like that other trilogy.
Reading Beth’s post reminded me of my own experience with the Beauty series, many years ago. In my book, I talked about how John took me to my very first scene party in October, 1996. There, we met a man named Patrick, who gave me my first public party spanking. We chatted him up quite a bit at that party, and he ended up inviting us to his house about a month later.
During our evening there, Patrick asked me if I’d read the Anne Rice Beauty trilogy. Honestly, I’d never even heard of it; pretty much all I’d read up to that point, as far as scene material was concerned, was a few spanking stories and Shadow Lane’s “Stand Corrected” magazine. Clearly, in his mind, this omission was unacceptable. “Oh, that is a must!” he exclaimed. And without any further ado, he marched into his bedroom and re-emerged with three books. “This is your reading assignment,” he announced.
I was a bit taken aback. Assignment? What was I, in grade school? But remember, I was a novice. Brand-new in the scene, just a few months. I was intimidated and thought, well, if he thinks I should read these, then I guess I should.
Oh, man. I knew I was in trouble from practically the first page. I hated it. There was very little spanking in it, as I was to discover. But there were plenty of harsh beatings, whippings, humiliations, torture scenes, ponyplay, and more. Metaphorically speaking, in my scene reading I was currently at the “Dick and Jane” level, and he’d just assigned me “War and Peace.” Plus, although there was a bit of M/F, there was also F/F, F/M and M/M, none of which resonated with me. So I winced and cringed and squirmed my way through the first book, “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty,” not enjoying one bit of it.
Then I started the second book, “Beauty’s Punishment.” If possible, it was even worse, even more graphic. I got through about 1/4 of it, and then I slammed the book shut.
Why the hell am I subjecting myself to this? Because someone I barely know told me to? Screw that! He can take his assignment and… give it to someone else. I’ll read what I damn well please.
Yes, folks. My scene personality developed early. 🙂
The next time we saw Patrick, I brought him back his books, and politely but firmly told him I didn’t like them and wasn’t going to finish. I seem to recall he was a bit miffed at that, surprised that some still-wet-behind-the-ears subbie would defy his orders. I don’t think we saw him again after that.
So cut to 16 years later, and I still haven’t read the rest of the series. Nor do I intend to. And you know what? If, today, a man were to try to order me to read the 50 Sheds of Hay trilogy, I’d punch him right in the bazingas.