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              Why do men so enjoy spanking us?

Why do men so enjoy giving us a good spanking? This is a question I have written about in the past, but I always come up with the same problem that there is simply so much to say that there is a danger of loosing all threads and going off down so many tangents that I might never find my way back.

A while ago a man friend of mine did seem to put his finger on it (no pun intended) when he said that men threaten girls with a spanking for the same reason that schoolboys  pull girl’s hair in the playground. When early sexual stirrings are confused and unacknowledged, it is a way of setting off an erotic tension between the two people in question and to give an excuse for some physical contact, no matter however crude that contact might be.

“Think of it,” He said. “There’s this gorgeous little creature tripping round your office every day in a skimpy tee shirt and a tiny little skirt. 

 She’s making you feel so horny you can barely cope with it, and what you simply cannot do is to say ‘I’d love to tip you backwards over my desk and thrust my tongue up your knicker leg,’ so instead you find some excuse to tell her she’s an inch away from being given a good spanking. She blushes, the chances are that you do as well, and for a second both of you have an image in your minds of her pinned over your knee with her skirt up and her panties down round her thighs. She would be under your complete control, you would be able to both see and fondle her bare bottom, and  within reason you could do almost anything to her what you wanted. And if in fact it happened  for real, having reached this  level of physical intimacy, wouldn’t it be almost unavoidable to end up fucking?”

He was so right. No question about that, but the subject is so complex it goes so much further. At least part of it has to be  about getting the opportunity, however slim, to touch feel and generally misbehave and make free with the secret places a girl otherwise keeps hidden under her skirt. If the girl is not your lover, then this gives a man back door entry to somewhere otherwise denied to him. But bearing in mind that for so many men simply saying “I have a good mind to put you across my knee young lady and give you a damn good spanking” is enough on its own to have their cock doing a dance in their pants, there is something far more deep rooted than the mere opportunity to expose and fondle.

 Personally I think part  its essence is tied up in the folk memory that spanking is the appropriate punishment  for errant schoolgirls notwithstanding that in England at least spanking faded away something like fifty years ago. When in modern times a man takes  an educated sophisticated girl over his knee and spanks her she is being turned into a naughty little schoolgirl who needs to be taught a lesson.

If she screams and fights he gets one sort of excitement from it, and if she squeals and wriggles because she’s loving it he gets another.  

But as I keep saying, there’s more to it than that, and every new thread leads to another one. There is the whole subject of pleasure through inflicting pain, and of course there are the separate but related fetishes such as short skirts and stockings.(I’ve found that, although not all, a good  majority of men who enjoy spanking their girlfriends like them to dress this way for it.)  

And of course, the big one, why do so many of us girls get a buzz when our boyfriends decide it’s time we are given a good smacked bottom? For us it hurts, but a lot of us, including me,  still seem to like it, and then we move on to the additional question of why do girls like me enjoy giving our special friends a long lingering session over our knee?

 So much to say it could be a subject for a book in its own right. But, as always, in the dark times in which we live, anything that gives pleasure , especially sexual pleasure has to be a good thing.

I have little doubt  I shall be doing more posts on the subject.