A few years back Amsterdam Spoke, an on line Dutch
magazine, asked me to write an article for them about why girls like me
enjoyed being spanked. With the addition
of a few appropriate illustrations, here it is word for word.
This picture so reminds me of the eighteen year old
me, suddenly finding myself being spanked for the first time in my life. The
shock, the horror, the sheer disbelief that an educated liberated and
sophisticated young woman like me was across my boyfriend’s knee with my panties
down and being told I was a naughty little girl and had been asking for it! Of
course I had been asking for it, but that was hardly the point. I was being
spanked for God sake, a punishment for nineteen fifties children, not modern
liberated females. It was undignified demeaning and painful, but, Oh God,
despite that, or maybe because of that it was massively arousing, and the
harder he spanked me and the more he told me what a dreadful little brat I was
the more aroused I became.
He could not have known that at last I was living
out a fantasy that had been simmering in my subconscious since adolescence. I
was never spanked as a child, but my parents were films buffs and with them I
saw a lot of older movies from the nineteen forties and fifties. In those days
young girls really were punished this way, and in a lot of these films there
were scenes where adolescent or older girls were spanked or at least threatened
with it, mostly by parents or teachers, but surprisingly often by husbands or boyfriends.
I was at that age when my sexual curiosity was off
the scale, and I found the idea of a grown up girl being spanked by her lover
weirdly exciting.
Having not long discovered the pleasures of
masturbation, more often than not it was the thought of a good looking man
taking me over his knee and spanking me in progressive states of undress that
had me arching and mewing under my midnight sheets.
That first ever spanking got the two us seriously
excited which gave a real edge to the sex we had afterwards, and from then on I
found myself across his knee on a regular basis.
Later with other boyfriends I had no bother finding
ways to encourage them to punish me, and the die was cast. A few years on when
I started to take occasional holidays from being heterosexual I discovered for
myself the excitement of having a young bare bottomed minx across my own knee
for a spanking.
And the pain you ask? That’s not really what it’s
about. The focus is about setting up a sexual dynamic where the girl on the
receiving end has surrendered her adulthood to the man’s authority. Once he’s
spanked you, who knows what pleasurable things he might chose to visit on you,
and that’s another part of the excitement. The pain is incidental, but there
should be just enough of it to add a little danger, and enough to spill over
from your burning bottom into other parts and become something strangely
enjoyable in the process.
And never make the mistake of thinking that your
man is not into that sort of thing. I’ve never yet met a man whose eyes didn’t
light up at the thought of a girl being spanked. Let me make a suggestion. Team
your shortest skirt with some stockings and a pair of skimpy panties. Approach
him diffidently with lowered eyes, and as you run the tip of your finger down
his shirt, try something like, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Sir, ” Then give
him the full on big innocent eyes. “Perhaps you should spank me!”
If that doesn’t yield some pretty exciting results,
I suggest you get a new boyfriend! As for you men out there, if your girlfriend
approaches you this way, when she’s across your knee and you’re pulling her
panties down in readiness for her punishment, remember it’s me you’ve got to
thank!
E
ReplyDeleteoh yes we give thanks, useful to print out too, place in an envelope and slip under the table in a restaurant, you could just sling it across the tablecloth but let's be furtive and watch her face - it could be the end but far better to find out early - so yes thanks
love the expression 'sexual dynamic' shall be using that next week
ie an accident, a good friend
ah, how about a little more on what was hinted at, on the lines of the discovery of 'm ' an accident perhaps or a good friend or a do-it-yourself book or even a real seduction of discovery - such fun
and also those who have tried and tried and tried again but amazingly, 'yea, pleasant but what's the big deal - those that have not er, 'exploded' (just diddled) ah such sadness
J
One of the BEST written overviews I have EVER read, anywhere at any time! This says it ALL and says it SO well! Thank you for putting this into incredible words!
ReplyDeleteWow! Thank you so much for those kinds words! I know from my stats meter that quite a lot of people read this blog but so few bother to comment and at times it's like shouting in a soundproof room.
ReplyDeleteThe very best way to show your appreciation is to put the word round and so increase my readership. That would be much appreciated.
Thanks again.
Liz
As a male I like your honesty about your feelings. It seems to me that you got your first spanking the best way: You asked for it, but by the way you behaved, and you did not control when he stopped spanking. That may hurt more than you imagined, but the excitement is much bigger - and the making up and aftercare much better.
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