At one point early in my kinky sexual development, I spent a lot of time with non-consensual bondage and spanking fantasies. Light stuff for the most part, nothing too creepy; but the root reason for it was, I didn’t understand that there are women, many women, who enjoy being spanked and tied up. I could understand the attraction of spanking and tying up, but being spanked? Being tied up? What would be in it for her? (Oh, how young and clueless I was. But then, this was before the internet, the carrier and bringer of many important clues.)
What’s in it for me?
The adrenaline rush that washes over me when he whispers those five little words…..”You’re getting a spanking tonight”.
The feeling of fear, excitement, and anticipation as the hour draws near.
The flood of moisture when he says it’s time.
The coolness of the air when I’m in position with my bottom bared.
The first sweet sting that’s better than all the foreplay in the world.
The fifth burning blow that’s so hard to distinguish between pleasure and pain.
The final agonizing blow that leaves me begging to be filled with his erectness.
The first sweet release when the world disappears, the second sweeter release that connects us making us one.
The contentment of knowing there’s no where else he’d rather be, than correcting, guiding, and satisfying me.