Being an English girl with a light complexion and red(ish) hair I am somewhat prone to blushing.
I blush when I am told off, I blush when I am complimented, I blush when I think someone is attractive, I blush when I am angry. I blush when I am scared, I blush when I am excited. I blush when I am shy because I think that I may blush.
I also flush. Don’t make me do the flushing list – it would make me blush.
I have longed for skin that will not blush.
To me blushing is such a show of emotion that I am afraid it looks like I am begging the whole world to look at me and it happens when I most want to be ignored.
For years and years since I was very little the topic or even the word “Spanking” was enough to make me flash like a beacon. I think I may as well have had a placard above my head that said, “This girl is very, very interested in the topic. She is …” and then followed the litany of shame that attaches itself to having one’s desires known.
I blush when the man I love even thinks about telling me off. I blush when he thinks about most things because most things he thinks are designed to make me blush.
For years I have wanted to get rid of this affliction.
So brats – do you blush? Do you love it or hate it? Can you control it? Do you not blush and wish you could?
And Tops – do you like to make a girl blush? Does it make you smile and think you are starting to do a good job or do you want her to settle down and stop clashing with the furniture?
I never ask for thoughts but look at me putting myself out there and doing just that!
I honestly think I just made myself blush.
