Tuesday, February 23

Routine Spankings

You folks should know that I don't blog about every spanking given and received, only the more unique ones. But in fact there are many routine spankings that I don't typically blog about. I thought I would today. It will be first one for him, and then one for me.

The other morning I was awake before David. I went downstairs and got my coffee, read the news, had a little breakfast. Still no David. I went back upstairs at around 8:30am. He was still in bed. I work at a desk in the bedroom. He has the nice study in the attic.

"Hey, sleepy head," I said as I started pulling the covers off him. He was naked and had "morning wood" as they say. "What's that?" I asked sarcastically. He pulled the covers back over himself. I sat beside him.

"When did you go to sleep last night?"

"Ummm... about 2 or 3am."

"No wonder you're such a sleepy-head this morning. What were you up to?" I asked suspiciously.

"Ahhh.... Maria Kart..."

"Mario Kart? Really? When's your first appointment?"

"Not until 10."

"Well you're in my office."

"Ohhh. Just a few more minutes..." he begged.

"I know how to wake you up," I said as I started pulling the duvet back again, exposing him. He thought it might be for sex.

I made him roll over onto his tummy to present me with his bare bottom. I put one hand in the small of his back and started smacking him with my other hand and scolding him. "3am? Mario Kart? Are you a child?"

I opened the bedside drawer, still keeping my left hand gently pushing down on the small of his back. I pulled out his spanking hairbrush.

I started popping his bottom with that. I was instantly greeted with a chorus of "Ow!", "Ah!", "No!" together with some vigorous leg kicking which only encouraged me to spank further down his thighs.

I ended it as quickly as I started. "Now go get ready and get yourself to work. No more Mario Kart until all hours, young man!"

Ha ha!

Of course, we're a switch couple, and not happy unless we get as good as we give.

We were up at the cottage, and one thing that "triggers" David is if I walk from our bedroom to the bathroom, past the TV room, totally nude.

It's just natural for me. I get out of my PJs in the bedroom, I want to go to the bathroom to have a quick shower, so I walk over nude, and walk back with a towel. Just so happens sometimes he's sitting there on the couch watching TV or surfing his iPad.

This has been going on for a while. First few times I did it his eyes followed my every wiggle and I could tell he was lusty for me. Good! At a certain point, he decided to pull me across his lap and spank me for being such a tease. I did not mind! At this point it's 50-50 if he lets it go, or if he spanks me.

So when I don't feel like a spanking, I wear a robe. If I want to take a chance, I go fully nude. I know exactly what I'm doing. It's always a decision point for me. When I decide to go nude, I get a tingle in my pussy, because I know what I am risking!

Last weekend his eyes followed me all the way from the bedroom door to until I got behind him and the bathroom door was in sight. I thought I was safe

"Come here!" he yelled out, just before I got into the bathroom. Uh oh! I went over to him and stood in front of him, self-consciously naked now.

"What?" I asked snarkily, as if I didn't know.

"You know how I feel about you walking around naked."

"Well that's your problem, not mine," I said, bratting it up.

"I'm about to make it your problem!" he said as he snatched my arm and started pulling me across his lap.

"No! No! Don't you DARE! Let me go!!!!" I also put up a fight which made it hard for him to hold me. But we know each other well. We both enjoy my spankings more when he has to fight for them.

He eventually wrestled me face down across his lap. I was over his left knee and his right leg pinned my legs, and he had a hold on my wrist with his left hand

He only used his hand, but he taught me a very good lesson about the risks of teasing him by running around nude in front of him. A spanking like this from David is never "fun" or "playful" or anything like that. If we're "roleplaying" (?) a punishment spanking, it's a punishment spanking! It's a spanking that has me red-bummed, frantic, contrite, and truly eager-to-please before the end of it!

Anything less if for wimps ;-) Just kidding, to each their own, but my particular spanking kink demands a spanking of substance or what's the point? David knows this about me, and me popping out of our bedroom nude in front of him was his carte blanche to deal with me accordingly. That's why I got so nervous doing it, and why mostly I put my robe on!

After he let me up I clutched my buns and did a little spanking dance in front of him as he smirked at me (I admit, I exaggerate my performance for cuteness and emphasis). He turned me around, smacked my bum, and told me to "go put on your robe, woman!"

Fun times!

Saturday, February 20

Slut Shaming: Princess or Brat?

My how times have changed. In my day, slut shaming was still a "thing". The perpetrators and victims were all girls. The boys were just added teasing backdrop. It started in middle school and intensified in the earlier years of high school. If you got a reputation as being "easy", the other girls would fall on you like a pack of wolves. I never fell victim to it myself, being a surprisingly good girl in school, but I saw it happening to others. I've always wondered about the psychology of it.

There has been a bit of a campaign against it, which I applaud. For example, I saw this "anti slut shaming" ad on twitter a while back.

The caption says "don't", but, as a friend put it, the image looks like an instructional for girls who want to please!

But what triggered my post was a TikTok video I saw on twitter. It's a series of girls sharing publicly a slutty thing they did, and rather than being shamed for it by the other girls, being applauded for it.

This first one says "I got expelled from my old school for fucking my teacher."

Yay! Go the other girls as they applaud loudly.

This next one says, "I hooked up with my Uber driver while my boyfriend was passed out in the back seat."


This one says, "I fucked my ex's best friend and he still doesn't know."


This one, one of the naughtiest (!), says "the school thinks my Sugar Dad is my real Dad because he signs me out every week."

Yay! Hurrah!

This one, perhaps the most innocent (?), says "I had a crush on my teacher so I started dating his son so I could come over."

Yay! And no judgment from her friends for not being quite as slutty as the others, she gets vigorous applause anyways. I LOVE it. Girls supporting girls.

Here is the video, I'll discuss after you get a chance to watch.

This is so bold of them! And so healthy and anti-slut-shaming for young girls. It illustrates why pretty girls are Queens who deserve to rule all you boys out there, but in a strange dualistic fashion also desperately need a good old-fashioned spanking! Princess or brat?

It certainly engenders those two simultaneous feelings in me. Both if I were one of the girls in question, or if I were the parental figure.

Ok, slut shaming is bad, but that, together with school and parental authority, did provide a little check and balance on girls' out-of-control hormonal sexuality. With no checks and balances, is any boy safe???

Imagine if that TikTok was discovered by school or parents? I can imagine!

Would anybody say it was not deserved?

If I had a daughter who appeared on that TikTok, I wouldn't know whether to kiss her or spank her! Though I'm pretty sure her father would know what to do...

And afterwards,

I doubt it would cure her though. If it was me it would have just egged me on.

Where or where have traditional values gone?

A girl who acted like a trollop back then would have had her rear end reddened with the hairbrush, have had her panties pinned to the mantle, and would have been showing off her red bum for any neighbourhood woman who cared to stop by for tea. The neighbours would have known for certain that any signs of incipient sluttery was dealt with harshly in that household!

Her father also would have taken a very dim view on her behaviour, and she would have expected a week's worth of panties down, across the knee, discipline.

She must be taught that the world is not her oyster, and while she has great power over some boys and men, certain other men of responsibility have great power over her, and will not hesitate to use it in the manner the father above demonstrates.

Now I ask you, how else to keep a hormonal girl in check?

So tell me in the comments, what are your thoughts? Princess? Brat? Or both?

Thursday, February 18

The Kinky Writings of P.F. Dee

I've been following the blog P.F. Dee's Fun Femdom Fiction! for quite some time now and he follows mine as well. PF posts free stories on his blog, he publishes e-books in all the usual places, and he has a Patreon as well. We have also exchanged lovely comments and emails. He once asked for story suggestions from readers, and he selected mine, then researched my inclinations, and wrote a perfect story featuring David and I (A Story About ME!). I thought you might appreciate a pointer to his stuff in case you do not already follow, and my perspective on this sort of smutty material. Here is an example...

P.F. Dee's Fun Femdom Fiction!

First let me say that he is a very talented writer. He also freely gives tips and suggestions on how to write femdom that I gobbled up which applies both to fiction and writing up a narrative account.

His work is almost exclusively femdom, with a domestic slant and often incesty themes, all of which I love. But he does occasionally do maledom, such as The Firemen's Mascot that got my heart racing. That was a story about a young woman who was masturbating in her bed to submissive thoughts so intensely that she did not notice a fire in her building until the handsome fireman smashed the door in, picked her up and carried her out. The building was collapsing around her, no time for clothes!

Ok, not a fireman, but closest I could find!

Of course he noticed what she was doing when he knocked the door down, especially as her fingers were still buried deep in her snatch as he put her over his shoulder. She wound up being spanked by the fireman, taken back to the firehouse, and passed around (quite willingly!). In fact, I've had several orgasms reading and re-reading that story, and imagining myself in the young lady's place...

Excuse me a moment or two...
ok... back again!
[And yes, to bring this blog more to life for you readers, yes I actually did give it another read just now, and managed a nice "O", thank you very much!]

More often, however, he writes femdom stories that I also enjoy tremendously. I don't generally masturbate and orgasm to these stories, but I am fascinated by them, do get very horny reading them in a toppy way, and get tremendous inspiration that I call on when I top my husband. The ones that I have masturbated to, however, invariably involve daughters dominating their Daddies (yes, blush, blush, blush, that is a fantasy of mine for real).

PF tends to place most of his stories in a few different "universes" that he has imagined.

One of the universes is the "Powers Universe". Here is an example.

As PF describes it,

In a world where all women recently gained the psychic ability to hear, tease and deny men's erections, eighteen-year-old Kylie is just awakening to her Powers. This will lead to some very hard, sleepless nights for her father and brother as Kylie's abilities grow and she learns how much fun teasing her family can be!

That whole concept just resonates with me. As a natural Domme, I would love to have these powers. The boys would literally not be safe from me. I would act out as bad or worse than any of PF's characters! Oh how I would have tormented my Dad in my fantasies. He would have walked around with a constant hard-on in his pants, dripping with pre-cum staining the front, yet unable to cum unless I allowed it. He would be so desperate that he would willingly strip for me and stroke it as me and my friends watch. I would get him worked up by using my magic to have him feel the sensations of my hand, my mouth, my pussy, on his cock without even touching him. I would allow him a big spurty on his tummy, knowing that it was ME he was feeling.

One reason it resonates is that in real-life I already possess a weaker form of this magic. Do you doubt that I could make most men strip for me, jerk their cocks for me, and cum for me? Perhaps you're ensnared in my magic right now? I have made countless men shove things up their asses, jerk their cocks, cum for me, eat it, and send me the video. That's surely some sort of magic?

I first learned this magic with my Daddy. From the time I was a little girl I used what budding feminine wiles I had to wrap him around my little finger and make me his very favourite girl. It was not naivete as I explored the limits of these powers when as a semi-mature teen I sat on Daddy's lap in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties and thin T-shirt and hugged him. Daddy was the perfect gentleman and removed me gently from his lap and told me to put some clothes on, but I swore I felt my magic working.

Paradoxically, these same desires to wield this power also makes me crave a man not putting up with my bullshit, and deploying some of that "male magic" to strip me, caveman-haul me over his shoulder, spank me, and make me cum over and over again from his magical cock in my pussy and behind!

A second universe is the "Sissy Sort Universe". Here a government mandated test determines that some men are better suited to be women and so that is made to happen. Here is an example.

I often sissify my husband, and we both love it. I put him in stockings and suspender belt, panties, bra, schoolgirl skirt. I spank him and "make love to him" with my large strap-on dildo, mouth then ass. I make him eat cum like a good girl. I have sissified him in public even, taking him out lingerie shopping on numerous occasions described in this blog. Such a big blush I invariably get from him!

Don't I wish I could snap my fingers and magically make a temporary transition for him. Make him into a petite female with big boobs, a round spankable ass, and a very needy, hair-trigger pussy. Dress him up and take him out on the town. Seduce a couple of guys to fuck us in the same room at the same time.

I wrote a story along these lines with a pen-pal once: Sexcationing. It was a two-week vacation where you could also transport into a different body made to your specifications. I made David into just that, and I went into a muscular male body!

PF has another favourite Universe which is a variant on the above where laws have been passed requiring all post-pubescent males be locked in chastity. The CockSitters Club is a fine example of that.

The women feel a lot safer now! In this story, the wife needs to leave on an longer business trip and she decides to hire a professional cocksitter: an entrepreneurial young lady who started a business to provide this service. The man quickly learns that these girls are much sterner than his wife!

The most delicious part is how mature, older men, are believably made by these young women to completely humiliate themselves in hopes of an "assisted release" that just never seems to materialize.

PF also inspires others to write stories in this universe. He pointed us to a certain white_raven47 on literotica whose multi-part story I am following along with. It's about a Dad left with his shy daughter and her bolder and more dominant lesbian friend as keyholder: Daughter Holds the Keys. Good job white_raven47, keep it up!

So a big thank you from us PF. Keep writing those great stories and encouraging other budding writers and kinksters like me!

Tuesday, February 16

Wives Punished on One Bar Prison

An anonymous commenter on the previous post asked if I was familiar with the "One Bar Prison". His comment went,

Have you ever googled "One Bar Prison?" Though not quite as punishing as a horse, it is immobilizing quite the same. One can be used for your "corner time" holding you in place. It even can be done fully clothed and placed in front of an open window for the curious to try to figure out the mannequin-like woman staring out the window.

Well I was intrigued and looked it up, and OMG!

Courtesy metalbondage.com

The above might be an unhappy wife who has been sentenced to an all-day timeout on the one bar prison.  Yeah, she does not look too happy to be put there. Here she is from behind, struggling with her ordeal.

She finds the more she moves around, the more painful it is. But if she remains perfectly still, it's very bearable. She had best remain still.

Hubby put a dress on her because they have company coming over. She will stand there and entertain. She will have to tell everybody present what she did to deserve her all-day timeout on the pole. But what if she's rude and disrespectful towards her long suffering hubby?

Oh no. She ought not to have done that. That dress will be taken right off and she can stand in company nude for the balance.

Ahhh! They get a closer look. NOW the guests can see how she is held there!

Yup. That's in deep! How humiliating for all the guests to see her like this!

As punishment and entertainment for the guests she may have to keep spinning around her pole, which makes it much more uncomfortable. Ouch! Ooch! Ouch!

The contraption is essentially a dildo firmly attached to a bar bolted into the floor. The upper part is extendable and retractable and can be pushed up deep into a wife's pussy and then bolted into place. It is in so deep that, especially when required to wear high heels, it is completely impossible to escape until your husband unbolts the upper arm and allows the dildo to be lowered down out of your pussy. If your husband puts you into it for an "all day" punishment, it will literally be an all-day punishment!

Here is a wife inserting it into herself at her husband's direction.

This is about how deep it goes.

And here she is in timeout.

It is this one's first time in. She did not think it would be difficult to escape. She is learning that it is impossible to escape!

Here's another model.

She tried to get out but found the more she struggled to do so, the more painful it got.

Oh come on, she says, 'lemme out, I'm stuck here.

Yes. Yes she is. What do you think? Will a couple of hours on the pole do her some good? I think so too.


Here is a different model. This one was asked to grease the pole herself to start.

She bet them that she could escape.She would be proved wrong. The man inserted the dildo deep up into her pussy.

There we go.

How's that? Still think you can escape?

She gave it a try.


Nice try. Not working, is it? And trying is just making it more painful.

Ok, ok, ok, fine. You win. I can't get it out.

Great! You lose the bet and you must stay on it for another three hours.

She learns to stand perfectly still and perfectly straight to make it the most bearable.

I like this little beauty.

Oh dear that is a predicament!

I can see her as a tamed housewife made to do timeout in the picture window.

When hubby gets home he gives her the tool she needs to extricate herself and sits back with a beer to watch.

It's quite ouchy with that thing buried up in there so deep to try to bend over to use her tool!

All the photos from above were stills taken from videos over at motherless.com found with this search:

https://motherless.com/term/One Bar Prison

Enjoy seeing these cuties impaled on their poles, teased, and struggle to get out. Tell us your favourites in the comments.

Let's personalize it now. What do I think of something like this for someone like me?

Unfortunately, yes, I think I could benefit from it. It should be installed in the corner of our living room directly facing a picture window on one side. When I am put in the corner i should be put on this. I can see my behaviour sometimes warranting a full day timeout on the pole. I would be allowed a dress but the curtains would be left open so I could see the comings and goings on the street in front of our house. When I've been very naughty I'd have to stand there from the time David leaves for work until his return at night, with nothing at all to do except to look out the window. For serious cases, it might be five full days like that in a row.

If we have visitors while I am punished in this way, such as my Dad and Mom, or one of my sisters or brother or brother-in-law, the curtain will be closed, but my dress will come off and they'll see my bare backside as I face the closed curtain.

But if I've been very naughty, I'll be required to turn on the pole and give them a full frontal view.

I could expect considerable amounts of good-natured teasing regarding my predicament, as nothing at all will be left to their imagination.

And of course, my husband could make it even more amusing for the assembled spectators with a little attachment...

What do you all think of the One Bar Prison as a way of punishing naughty wives ?

P.S. Be careful when playing with toys like these - they can be dangerous. Fantasy is not reality.

Saturday, February 13

Women's Pussies Punished on Wooden Ponies

OMG you guys are such total pervs!!! A reader suggested by email that next time I am naughty that my husband should punish me by putting me in timeout on a "wooden pony" and sent me some photos to illustrate what he thinks needs to be done with me.

Ok, no! Absolutely NOT! No David, please! I'll behave! Please! I'm sorry!!!!

Just look at how this woman's poor pussy is split by that wooden pony. Her lips appear to be clenching the object of her correction for dear life! That looks very, very uncomfortable. And it would be very, very embarrassing to have anybody invited to witness such a punishment!

But let's face it everyone, if a man needs to correct a wife, or grown daughter, or a girlfriend's behaviour, no doubt an hour or more on that will do the job. And if witnesses happen to see us being punished in this manner, male or female, well all the better. We are women, and being punished at the core of our womanhoods with our breasts and bare bottoms exposed makes complete sense. And you know what? If a woman deserves it, then so be it. Let her suffer. Let her be embarrassed. She'll learn her lesson and it won't need to be repeated. A stitch in time saves nine.


Yes the woman below does not look very happy, but she brought it on herself with her own misbehaviour. Do I feel sorry for her? Not in the least. Should any man feel sorry for her? Of course not. A good couple of hours sitting in wooden pony timeout is exactly what she needs. 

After a bit of time you can tell she's learning her lesson, too bad she still has an hour left to go.

She may even get a bit frantic towards the end. Oh well. Best not misbehave next time, missy, or you'll be riding your pony even longer the next time.


You need not deploy expensive equipment for this, something makeshift will do fine.

A nice piece of angle iron will keep a woman in line. The gag was to shut her the fuck up with all that whining. Take your punishment properly, or you'll stay there all day.

One can perform this penance in the great outdoors as well using a handy fence rail. Who cares if the neighbours can see. Serves her right.

The neighbours will no doubt come up to her all concerned. After she's told them what she's done, why she's being punished, their concern will melt away and all she can expect is teasing about how much that rail must hurt her bits. Her husband will come up and say that if they come back in an hour, they can see her bent across the rail, take a good strap whipping, inspect the damage, and then see the ointment being applied to her raw red vagina. Bring along the boys too if they want an anatomy lesson.


A more traditional horsing can use a custom made "Spanish Horse".

It's designed to spread the legs and cut more deeply into a woman's vag. She might have to stay like that multiple hours, and will not be doing anything comfortably for a week at least.

The nipple clips can, and really should, be used the other way around, like this.

She has the choice of relieving the pressure on her vag, or the pressure on her nips, but not both at once. Her choice.

I admit the punishment may seem a bit medieval, and in fact that can be accentuated with the use of the stocks and a leg spreader, for example.

Look at her wriggle and wail. I 'dunno. All I see is a woman learning her lesson. Bets on whether she'll be misbehaving anytime soon again?

Here's a young lady who's already spent a considerable amount of time being punished like this.

Oh my gosh. It looks like she's humping the damned thing! Has she no shame?


This one following certainly has no shame!

She's peed her horse! That sometimes happens. She'll have to scrub it off herself afterwards.


If a husband needs to make more of an impression, he can prepare his wife for this punishment as shown below.

First she is fully stripped, of course. Then some rubber bands around her thighs, and then clips with hooks on the ends to peel back her labia majora, spread her labia minora, and expose her sensitive clitoris. From there it's straight onto the wooden pony.

Here is a closeup of her bits being punished.

Yes, the rail cuts deeply, that's what it's meant to do. It's punishment. However, no husband wishes to be brutal with his wife and cause her any injury, so she is allowed to bear some of her own weight on her feet.

Some little cylinders for her to balance on is the merciful thing to do. Her calves had best not tire, however, or her bits will automatically be punished even more.

This sweetie gets to keep her pantyhose on.

What do you think went on here? Maybe a home invader with a sense of humour? They'll call the cops after they leave and let them take her down. The cops will first have to collect evidence and take the crime scene photos, such as the one above, of course. That photo sure got passed around the precinct!

This one looks stubborn. Not getting to the housework I imagine. Her husband has decided that a full day in timeout with her pussy splayed by a rod while he is off at work should cure this supposed housewife of her laziness once and for all. She's already been spanked first thing in the morning, and she will get to stand there and think all day long about the even longer and harder paddle spanking across his knee that she's been promised upon his return.

Ha ha! And boy does she look mad about having to spend an entire working day like that. She better not retain any of that attitude for when hubby gets home, or it will only get worse. That ironing she's put off will be done that very night, right after her spanking, with a rosy red rump and a very sore vag I have no doubt.


Sometimes, when a woman has been very badly behaved, she may have to be sent away to be dealt with by a professional. Her horsing in that case will be a "no joke" affair.

Those ropes at her ankles can be tightened down to give her the maximal experience and ensure future obedience.


A man can also rig up a form of timeout post for wives and grown daughters, like this.

As the caption makes clear, this is a naughty daughter who dyes her hair without parental permission and then got lippy with Daddy afterwards. She'll be spending her entire Sunday in the basement, nose against the "punishment post", with her pussy split by the horse. The exercise of relieving the pressure on her puss-puss will tone her calves nicely. If she has any more lip for Daddy, she's been warned that she might be spending the entire night on it as well. What do you think? Will Daddy be getting any more lip? It's really simple math, disobedience is, and will not be, tolerated from lippy teens.

After a wooden horsing punishment, a woman will be expected to be instantly obedient to commands thereafter.

She'll obey because she will not want to have another extended ride on that horse.

Here's a country girl who's already spent hours on the rail and still refuses to pick one of the eligible young farm hands as her husband. Daddy is sick and tired waiting while this slip of a girl makes up her precious mind. She's been warned, many times. She needs to get on with having children who can grow up to help around the farm. Daddy has welded together a "broodmare" station for his daughter. The hands are welcome to her, let the best man win in terms of knocking her up. And no, the fact that her pussy has just been so thoroughly and publicly punished out on a fence rail will make no difference to her fucking, regardless of her discomfort.

For all that, an illustration I perhaps enjoy the best is this one.

A naughty Japanese Princess will ride her horse in plain view in the castle's courtyard all night long as punishment . Even Princesses get consequenced from time to time.

So what a journey that was. After a real spanking for real reasons I just get so darned submissive I can't help where my thoughts take me. My readers are no help at all. I feel now that I should be made to ride the wooden pony by my husband as punishment for when I've been naughty.

Maybe David, with Larry's help, can rig something up at the cottage? It does not need to be elaborate, a simple suspended plank will do, like this.

I think I would look like that while riding it. How Larry would laugh at my naked pussy-squirming predicament as they tested out their contraption on me!

A punishment like this, I feel, would be appropriate for me for misbehaviour involving my pussy. For instance, for rubbing my pussy while in timeout it should be an automatic hour on the wooden pony I think, no questions asked. I like rubbing it? I can rub it against that for a full hour and to my heart's content.

Or, next time I forget to pee before a long car ride, I can be given a jug of water and then be made to dangle with my feet in a bucket and sit on the wooden pony until I pee it all out again. Several hours with first my toes, and later my full feet, dangling in a bucket of my own piss would for sure teach me a lesson. That seems fair and appropriate and I'm sure would be sufficiently harsh to ensure I would never, ever, misbehave in that same way again.

Of course, afterwards, regardless of the state of my poor punished pussy, my husband should make zero allowances, and subject me to a full measure of intercourse if he so desires. It is always my wifely duty to make myself available to him in that way, and my punishment should not change that. That was on me.

What do you boys think? Would being pussy-fucked like that after a few hours on the wooden pony hurt? You're darned right it would. And it would serve me right for misbehaving like I do.

Just look where my sex-addled mind goes. I need a fucking, and I need it now!

P.S. looking at some of the comments, I see some of you worried it is too harsh, and others playing along. It's just a fantasy for me, one I would like to be made to try, so thank you for any and all comments, and especially the ones that play along to help deepen my fantasy. I get wet as I read them!

P.P.S. Be careful when playing with toys like these - they can be dangerous. Fantasy is not reality.