Ivory Tower

                When Girl Spanks Girl, the Agony and the Ecstasy

I stand to be corrected on this, but I suspect that when we girls give one of our young lovers a spanking we have a more finely tuned sense of what it is about than a man about to administer punishment. After all, most of us served our apprenticeship in the subject across the knee of horny opportunists, dominant lovers, and lascivious older men, having our bottoms pinked as we squealed and protested. We know exactly what the squirming little creatures are going through when we lower their panties and stroke their peachy  bottoms, wondering if we are going to be kind or cruel, take pleasure in their pain, or simply tease and stimulate with a token punishment that is little more than foreplay to something else entirely.

It’s a fact of life that victims become oppressors when the opportunity presents itself. It’s not surprising therefore that after several years of being told that we are wicked little minxes and just how much we deserve the spanking he’s being kind enough to give us, that when our moment comes and some delightful little creature has submitted to being punished by us for the first time that the temptation to wallow in this new power is hard to resist.

 Now we understand at last why spanking us gave him such a vibrant erection and why he had such an urgent need to expel it’s hardness into us afterwards.

“You know I’m going to have to pull your knickers down.” You say when at last she’s across your knee, because even just saying it turns you on, and she begs you not to, knowing of course that simply nothing will stop you. You both know that there’s no need to pull her kickers down, they are so skimpy and briefly cut they don’t offer even token protection, but its all part of the wonderful ritual that makes giving and receiving a spanking so exciting, reducing the humiliated victim to nothing more than a naughty little girl who has no say in the matter whatsoever.

And afterwards, but I don’t have to say much about afterwards, the sweet pleasures of her contrite affection and your own loving benevolence as you melt into each other, mutually undressing and whispering endearments.

It’s so sweet it’s hardly surprising how quickly she misbehaves again, this time taking the initiative herself. “I’m really sorry.” She says looking at you with limpid eyes. “I’ve been a very naughty girl. I think you might have to spank me again.”