Once in a while, I love a good spanking. Giving as well as receiving, but I’m more likely to give them. Sometimes spankings are given in a punishment scenario, mostly because I love to combine role-playing with damn near anything. There’s nothing like disciplining the naughty. I’ve used a flogger and paddle before, but openhanded is somehow more erotic. The stinging of your palm, the red hand-print on an ass, the crack as you bring your hand down fast and hard. Holding a naughty girl at the perfect angle, or a dirty boy on his hands and knees. Even someone with a low tolerance for pain can enjoy this fetish if it’s done right, because spankings don’t always have to hurt. In fact, it’s just as much a mental sexercise in lust and domination as it is about pain, if not more.
My first experience with this fetish was when I was sixteen. I’d found a book by Anne Rice (writing as A.N. Roquelare) titled The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty at a local used book store. I had absolutely no idea that this was a sado-masochistic novel. Back then it was already my general practice to scan the first few lines of a book to see if the writing was up to par, and never ever read the back or inside flap’s description. I bought the book, and started reading it on my way home. On the bus. I was squirming in my seat by the end of the first chapter. Thus began my interest in spanking and a love affair with erotica.
I’ve only read one other book that featured spanking more than Rice’s, and that was a collection of short stories edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, another favorite erotica author of mine. The book’s entitled Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, and I just read on her website that there’s another volume out now: Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, volume 2. If it’s as good as the first, I have no problem recommending a book I haven’t read yet, which I almost never do. As soon as I finish this post, I’m buying it!
Bottoms up, baby!