A “Normal, Relatively Rare, Mostly Explicable” Spanking Fetish

That New York Times article on spanking has prompted sex educator and blogger Emily Nagoski to write a post about the spanking fetish in women:

Our brains are HUGE, vast, unprecedented things. They are remarkable for their profound plasticity; they learn and build connections between things in ways we are only just barely beginning to understand. The consequence of our wrinkly brains’ hunger to build connections between experiences is that every individual has a slightly different view of the world, built from the links the brain has constructed through a lifetime of neural plasticity, a lifetime of cascading connections.

And sometimes that results in things like really, really loving to be spanked. Other times it results in becoming obsessed with collecting Longaberger baskets or in being an actor who thrives on the attention of thousands of people. Normal, relatively rare, and mostly explicable – though, as always, there is more science to be done.

One thing I stumbled on in her post was this line: “It is relatively rare for a woman to develop such a strong and specific fetish – rare compared to men, that is.” It hasn’t been my experience that there are more men with the spanking fetish than women, but Emily is very science-based, so I’m sure she has numbers to support her proposition that men in general are more likely to have a “strong and specific” fetish than women are. The key thing: there are lots of “strong and specific” fetishes out there; the ones more men have don’t have to be spanking fetishes for Emily’s statement to be true.

But they could be! My experience has been accumulated in my (mostly virtual) community, centered on this blog and others like it. This blog focuses on the erotic spanking of women by men. It’s been my observation that there’s no huge disparity betweeen “women who want to be spanked by men” and “men who want to spank women”; in fact, my sense is that the women are slightly more numerous than the men in that comparison. But a better comparison might be “women who want to be spanked by somebody” and “men who want to be spanked by somebody” and there, I don’t have data. Men who want to be spanked by women are a big enough group to support (in part) a professional dominatrix class in every American city; the converse is emphatically not true. Bethie runs a spanking personal site for men who want to be spanked that picks up one or two members every day with essentially zero marketing, so that’s a data point. It could very easily be the case that men who want to be spanked vastly outnumber women who want to be spanked, but for them to remain less visible “in our community” because “our community” mostly doesn’t include them.

Update: revised the post because of a brain flail; I had typed “more women with the spanking fetish than men” when I meant to type “more men with the spanking fetish than women”. Fixed now, apologies for confusion.

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A Swift Kick In The Slats

I don’t necessarily approve of this sort of thing. But I like watching her cheeks ripple:

ass kicking

From Too Sexy For My .Gif.

Summertime, And Nettles

On a rare sunny day in England, Fred went and got frisky with duct tape and stinging nettles:

You need a lot of tape to effectively tape someone to a tree, I wound some around her middle, then taped her hands to the trunk at shoulder height. At this point I discovered it was next to impossible to get her jeans and knickers pulled down so I struggled for a while.

“Serves you right for not picking a better spot.” She pushed her tummy hard against the tree just to make the jean removing more difficult.

Once the jeans and knickers were off I taped her legs to the tree but I was fast running out of tape and had to resort to splitting the tape along it’s length to make it last. (Note to self: you need three rolls next time.)

I smacked her bottom with my hand for being naughty and not letting me get her jeans off.

I looked around for a suitable coppiced tree to cut a few switches but I was distracted by the stinging nettles. I cut a few off and held them in a tissue to protect my hand. I lightly ran the nettles over her bottom.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Feel anything?”

“Feels funny, what is it?”

“Nettles!”

She wiggled her bottom and I ran the nettles over again. Her bottom had developed some red marks and some bumps.

“It stings.” She complained.

“That’s the idea, stinging nettles should sting.”

I smacked her bottom a few more times with my hand.

“Ow! That hurts.”

I smacked her harder.

Spanking Scrapbook #1: A Cruel Captivity

A few weeks ago a reader emailed me to ask if I wanted his collection of spanking images. It turns out he had a thin manila envelope of pages torn from various spanking and BDSM publications over many years — a little personal porn scrapbook, which he was apparently desirous of parting with and was offering to mail to me. So of course I said “sure” and in the fullness of time, it arrived in my mailbox.

As you would expect, there’s quite a variety. Some I’ve seen, some are images that have become ubiquitous and familiar on the internet, but there’s much that’s obscure and novel (to me). Perhaps the most cruel image is this breast-whipping scene featuring a freshly-branded woman in the foreground:

three women in cruel captivity are branded and whipped on their breasts
As it came to me it was a digest-sized full-page illustration torn from an unknown publication on cheap non-glossy paper. Google Image Search says it’s new to the internet. I’ve seen the art style before, but I can’t place the artist. If you recognize the artist or the art and can identify it, please comment!

The Marking Bikini

Apparently this is an actual product, made in Italy by an outfit called KiSkin:

heart shaped sunburn bikini tan mark

The sun tattoo could be a tan or a burn, depending on how long it took to get, but it’s very cute either way. I wonder if they make one with a lattice pattern, short slits along the very outside curve of her cheeks, so she can get sun-tanned faux caning marks?

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Coming Out As A Spanko

Coming out as a spanko. To your longtime lover and fiance who sort-of knows but thinks it’s just a little bit of a sometimes sex thing. And doing it in the pages of the New York Times.

That takes a certain sort of courage. But this lady is clearly one of us. It’s a great piece.

Here’s a very true bit:

But when I started college and got my first personal computer, everything changed. In online anonymity I found a community that shared my interest and insecurities. I wasn’t looking for partners to “play” with (as it’s called); spanking, to me, is as intimate as sex, and not to be shared with someone I didn’t love. I just wanted a forum to express my otherwise unexpressible side.

“What did you all do before the Internet?” I asked a woman in an online forum.

“The brave ones looked for personal ads,” she replied. “The rest of us were lonely.”

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Caned In Silk PJs

I believe I know a girl who would gladly take this caning. If, that is, she was allowed to keep the spectacular silk wizard-pajamas, afterwards:

caned in spectacular silk pajamas

Put a pointy hat on her and she’d soon have all the brooms carrying her water!

From Girls Boarding School.

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