Spanking and feminism

I know I'm opening a great can of worms posting this, men of a certain age nodding sagely and feminists up in arms against me. So where do I stand on the thorny issue of spanking and feminism? I don't need to describe myself as a liberated woman as I'm lucky enough that, as an educated single female who is financially, socially and intellectually independent there has never been anything I ever needed to be liberated from. A feminist? Something I don’t tend to think about, but of it means strongly believing that women  are entitled to the same advantages as men in education, in the workplace, and in the  home then I am. I like men to be strong and self reliant, but I can spot a bully or a Neanderthal a mile of and won’t let such people into my life. As such, I am in complete charge of my life  and that has to include my  sexual fantasies, and if those fantasies happen to include my sometimes being a naughty girl who needs a good smacked bottom from time to time, it is my own decision; if I have organized my life so that actually happens, it means I'm very fortunate indeed.

Having a fantasy that you can actually live out means having an additional and exciting element spicing up your sex life, and that has to be a good thing. Overwhelming it does not mean being a victim or a drudge. Certainly in my case I can say that just about every time a man has  spanked me I was the person who instigated it, even if only by a flash of the eyes at the right time and in the right way. We girls are past masters at letting our male companions know when an invitation to come in for a coffee could easily lead to a sybaritic breakfast in bed some eight hours later, and it’s the same with other game playing.

 Some of you might remember that a few years ago there was a tabloid scandal about Max Mosley the wealthy and powerful head of motor racing who was discovered in a specialist club being whipped and dominated by a handful of sexualised females.

 Unsurprisingly there was a lot of prurient tutting about this, but no one for a second suggested that the poor chap was a victim of those girls wielding the whip. If I may say so, he was more of a victim than I have ever been as he paid out lots of money  for this service, but never once has a boyfriend of mine between pulling me across his knee and taking down my panties asked me just how much I was going to pay him for the pleasure .

In summary, where is a women’s place? It's anywhere she  chooses  it to be, and if when she’s in the mood it happens to be bare bottomed across a man's knee because it makes both her and him happy and horny, then that sounds a good place to be.