Ivory Tower

            Fetishes, spanking, and our other sexual                                                      inclinations

I am fascinated by our sexual tendencies and fetishes, why sometimes a word or a thought or a forbidden image can set our libidos on fire and have us aroused and quivering. Sometimes what turns us on is learned later in life, but I think with most of us it was more often something from our young lives that made us what we are.    

OK, where do I start? What about young Elizabeth aged what, seven, ten, I don’t know, but way before even the most embryonic boobs or  any knowledge of sex whatsoever but likely with some simplistic idea of kissing.   I’m playing rough and tumble games with some boys in some wild area, and one of the boys gets hold of me and pins  me to the  ground, knees on   my shoulders   and wrists pinned above my head.(Oh girls, how many times have we found ourselves like this now we’re all grown up, naked breasts up thrust and available to his or her questing lips and hands!)

I was completely helpless and he could have  done any thing he liked with me, but of  course he did nothing as he was as innocent as I was. But as I lay there while he looked down on me,  his schoolboy face full of power and triumph I started to get the  most beautiful  feeling in my abdomen, a sweet melting that I did not understand but wanted to hang on to. And strangest of all when I went to the loo later, I found the gusset of my little cotton knickers weirdly moist.

Without my knowing it, a little seed had been sown. I had not become  a heavy duty bondage freak, but a pleasure in being mildly restrained by someone who might inflict who knows what sexual pleasure on me had taken root.

Move on a few years. Elizabeth is an adolescent. Boobs now coming on very nicely thank you and I rather like it when the boys pin me up against the wall and feel them even though I pretend to be disgusted. Parents  are liberals and the young Forster bottom has never been in receipt of a punitive smack, but somehow through books and comics and who knows what I understand that being taken over  the knee for a spanking is the traditional and appropriate way for naughty girls to be punished. Additionally I had a very grand and rather beguiling aunt who sometimes  threatened  me with a spanking and, very telling this, she would often say with a wicked gleam in her eye how easy it would be to spank me when I happened to be wearing a particularly short skirt or dress.

But most importantly, my parents loved watching old movies and time and again in these feisty females found them selves being spanked. Mostly they were girls of my sort of age,  but quite often  grown up wives and girlfriends were taken over the knee to be punished this way.  

I found  this weirdly exciting and in some strange unformed way knew that  there was some sexual implication to this. Having long discovered the pleasures of self stimulation, my masturbatory fantasies now often included me being  spanked over the knee of one of some displeased authority figure.

Moving on yet again, I’m eighteen and having lots of lovely sex. Adolescent fantasies have temporarily been forgotten, but I’m turning into  something of a brat. I’m used to getting my  way with boys and becoming a very  proficient cock teaser, flashing my legs and other bodily attractions  at every opportunity.

 I’ve got a  new boyfriend who’s quite bit older than me and I really fancy him but I still push my luck with my teasing and at times I see he’s really simmering with annoyance but nothing comes of it. But one day however I go too far and out of the blue he grabs me and throws me over his knee and starts to spank me. I’m so  shocked I don’t know what to think, but seconds into it he actually pulls up my skirt and drags down my panties and really sets in to teach me a lesson.

To start with the sheer  humiliation it overtook everything else , but then all those young fantasies came rushing back and took me over. Now I was the young strumpet being taught a humiliating lesson over the knee and it had me aroused like nothing else. It was painful, demeaning, and insulting, but that only served to add to the excitement.

We had the most incredible sex afterwards and from that point onwards both of us were looking for any excuse for him to spank me, and later with other boyfriends my being spanked soon became part of our sexual game playing.

So here I am! A girl who still enjoys a little discreet cock teasing but takes it for granted that I will be punished for it. Anyway, I doubt if what happened to shape my tendencies is unique and if any of you want to share any of your sexual history with me I would be really pleased to receive your comments.