Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

Now that is a wicked looking birch! 

I love these vintage black and white photos.  Unfortunately, I have no idea where I found this one.  Usually they come from random late-night surfing, when sleep is elusive.

But something about these black and white pics stir the fantasy in me.  I love how she’s kneeling submissively, and if you look closely, you can see marks on her skin. 

My mind goes back in time, when it was common for a husband to punish his wife.  Don’t get me wrong– I love my modern day life, and I wouldn’t want to trade it for the days of yesteryear.  But part of me longs for some help, a shoulder to lean on, someone to just be there.  And of course I find the whole thing incredibly sexy.

In my minds eye, I play out the entire scene.  I’m a nineteen thirties era wife, who has displeased her husband.  I never get caught up on the details; I don’t need to know why he’s mad– he just is.  I visualize the expression on his handsome face, my trepidation, the beating of my heart against my chest. 

I feel shame, chagrin– and fear as he orders me to go cut several switches.  He admonishes me to be quick about it, and not to dally and keep him waiting, or else my punishment will only be more severe.

In my fantasy state, I feel my hands shake as I cut the slim branches, their surface rough as I strip the leaves and try to rid them of as many nubs as possible… my stomach clenches when I hand my take over to my loving husband who has turned strict disciplinarian. 

I feel the swoosh of cool air as he bares me, and his hands are hard when he forces me over.  But as his one hand raises to punish, the other soothes at the small of my back… his stripes sting, and leave wicked looking marks in their wake… but the aftermath is pure bliss.

Tired.  

Did I say I’m tired?

It’s been a long week.  A good week, but a long one.  I’ve been out in the field every day, and that is exhausting.  Add to that the fact that I’m training for a new job… well, I’m just tired.

The funny thing about me, when I get this tired, is that this is when I want to be spanked the most.

Why?

I’m not completely sure, but I think it has something to do with my own frustrations.  I’m very happy with the position that I took on, but I’m doing it in conjunction with my old position, so there is a lot to juggle.  Add to that, I’m gearing up to move again.   I loathe moving, and this will be the second time in less than a year.  But it’s necessary for the new job.

I’m also frustrated with my own shortcomings, which I’m sure most of us can relate to.  My worst habit is I tend to run late.  Always.  I try and try, but…

So I feel like a kid who is over-tired and bratty.  All I can think about is how I need to go over

someones knee. 

The urge is so strong I almost want to grab a guy off the street…

Well, maybe not!  But it is tempting.

For some reason, the link to Discipline and Desire isn’t working.  I’m baffled as to why, but I wanted to assure everyone that it is a real site, with lots of cool reading for a reasonable price!

So, I finally got around to renting Sex And The City, the movie.  I had wanted to see it when it was out, but my mother was very ill, and it wasn’t the time for frivolity.  I was a fan of the show, although I will admit, it was sometimes too raw for me.  But I always loved the storyline between Carrie and Big.

Yes, I know… he was often an ass.  But a sexy one, none the less.  And there was just something about him that pulled at my heartstrings.  I identified with Carrie; I was once so in love with an impossibly wrong man, and I too made a fool of myself more than once.

So, I was happy when they got their happy-ever-after, even though I never got mine.  It was satisfying, that after the angst, came the love.  And I have to say, there were two scenes that got my spanko mind stirring. 

In one, Carries steals Big’s glasses as they are cuddled in bed, reading.  He looks at her and says in a deliciously dom voice, “Young lady, you need glasses.”  The way he says “young lady” makes me melt… and the look he gives her!  In the second scene, Carrie says something teasing to him, and he pops her on the butt.  She, of course, squeals and jumps away. 

It’s just so incredibly macculine, seeing a man do that to his woman.  Politically correct?  No, I know it’s not. 

But I love it anyway!

Pain.

By all accounts, there should be no grey area concerning pain.  Pain is a bad thing.

Right?

Not so fast.  To those of us with a spanking fetish, particularly us “bottoms”, it’s not always so.  That’s obvious, right?  I mean, we wouldn’t do it if we didn’t derive some enjoyment out of the practice.

This past week was rough.  I mentioned in my previous post that I had been sick.  Well, that was just the beginning!  I had one of those if it can go wrong, it seems to want to…  episodes that we all experience in life from time to time.

I slammed my hand in my car door.  My right hand, of course, because I’m right handed.  So I’ve spent the last four days being grateful for all the working parts of my body that I tend to take for granted.  And being incredibly frustrated that one part can cause so much grief!  Even now, I’m typing with one finger.

But I digress…

It was a beautiful Wednesday afternoon here in So Cal.  We had had a hell of a time with the legendary Santa Ana winds and the usual fires that accompany them.  Things had settled down a bit, and I had decided to hit the field.  (I hate being on the road when the winds are up– so much flying debris!)

I had just pulled up to the account I was calling on, got out of the car, light winds were blowing… truthfully, it happened so fast, I’m not sure how it happened.  All I knew was, suddenly I was fighting not to vomit, or pass out, or both.

Needless to say, it was not a fun afternoon.  Once I made it safely home and determined that no bones were broken, I couldn’t help but contemplate the complexities of physical pain.

The pain I’ve felt with this injury is of a sort that I hope never to feel again.

I know– unrealistic.  Human beings do stupid, unfortunate things at times, and pain quite often is the price we pay.

But none-the-less– a girl can hope!

So why is the pain from a spanking appealing, even if it’s appealing on some dark or deep level we don’t understand?  Why is that pain a turn-on, or for some of us (myself included) a release?

I felt no turn-on or release from having injured myself; quite the opposite.  A left-over bottle of Vicodin became my best friend for several days, and I’m glad to have known him!

So why exactly do we react to spanking in a way that seems to make no sense? 

Thoughts?  Comments?  Observations?

This is one of those mysteries I’ve contemplated at great lengths, and probably will never really understand.

I can say this: for me, there is something about the idea of a dominating man, even though I’m fiercely independent.  I would never tolerate true dominance in my day-to-day life, but the idea of a man who loved me spanking me instead of fighting with me endlessly…

And there is something about a hot bottom that cools raging hormones right down…

Now, that’s never a bad thing!

And although it’s politically incorrect to say so, there is a bit of a turn-on to the idea that my husband is stronger than me, and I’ve been bad…

Well, I only have a moment for a quick post today.  I’ve been sick, and now I am playing catch-up, so there is not a lot of time for fun stuff like blogging.  But I have to say, I’m always intrigued when I look at my blog stats and see what search terms people come to my site by.  Some are, quite frankly, disgusting; some are humorous, and some are enlightening.

Seems I’m far from the only person out there who favors birching as their turn-on of choice.

Every day there is someone looking for stories or blogs containing birching.  I’m curious as to how many people actually use this practice in their personal repertoire.  I’d love to hear from some of you…  I’d also love to know of any quality videos that might be floating around out there…

Okay, so I fully intend to write more about videos, but for now, a different thought.

I’m curious about those who indulge in spanking relationships.   By that I mean, relationships that are only based on spanking.   Meeting someone for the sole purpose of indulging in a mutual fetish.

I’ve said all along that that sort of thing is not for me; however, after some serious contemplation, I’m not so sure that I really want to enter into the dating world in a conventional way.

Here’s the deal, truly:  I’d love to fall in love again.   I’d love to have a partner to share life with.   But I suck at dating, and I’ve been alone a long time.   I’m used to living my life a certain way; basically, anyway I chose.   Relationships are hard work.   Granted, if they are good, then the work is worth it.   But if they’re not…

I’ve been asking myself lately exactly what it is that I miss about having a man around.   Now there’s a loaded question!   I can come up with tons of things that I don’t miss!   My ex was a slob, I’m a neat-nick… my ex had an anything-goes type personality, I’m more structured…   he was an idealist, I’m a realist… the list could go on and on, but what’s the point in that?   So we weren’t compatible… duh!   Figured out that one long ago!

But what do I miss?   Sleeping next to a man when it’s cold outside… laughing over some inside joke at three in the morning when neither of us can seem to fall asleep… knowing that someone will miss me if I don’t come home one night… sex.   And of course, spankings.

For me, most of these things could not be satisfied by a spanking-only relationship.   Sex only happens if there is a commitment, in my world, anyway.   Same goes for sleeping all night together.   But is it possible to form a bond with someone, and have some needs met, without going all the way?

Let’s be honest here: spanking, in an adult context, is sexual for most of us.   I know some say it’s not necessarily so for them, but for most of us, it is.

So let’s just say that I meet someone that I like enough to be that intimate with, and he likes me enough to be that intimate with as well.  How exactly does the scene play out?  That’s what I’m having trouble with.   How do you just lay across a strangers lap, and give him permission to wallop you?   And even more scary, how do you bare yourself to him?!!   Do you take the time to get to know each other first, maybe become friends?   And if so, does that mean that other feelings might grow once you do?   And is that a risk you’re willing to take?

So many questions!   I’ll let you know if I manage to come up with any answers…

This weekend I was feeling bored, and maybe just a touch lonely, so I wasted a considerable amount of time perusing videos on Daily Motion.

There is an abundance of spanking clips and videos posted there; some catch my interest, some (in my opinion) are just trash.

I love the clips that are posted by real couples. Whatever their motivation, I enjoy videos that are obviously “real” people– not staged movies.

I’m always looking for male/female, domestic discipline scenes, which are surprisingly hard to find.

Just to rant for a moment– I wish the producers of spanking videos would realize that there is a larger audience than just men looking to view “schoolgirls”, who, of course, are also half naked. I’m a grown (straight) woman; I don’t want to watch a “teen” get spanked by a pervy man who looks like he could be her grandfather!

Is it too much to ask, to want to see nice looking, clean, adult persons who appear to be of the same generation? Read the rest of this entry »

When did you first discover your desires?

For me, I have memories from the time I was very little and at that time (of course) I had no idea what those “funny feelings” meant.  But the fetish was already firmly set in my psyche.

Not so for all of us, I learned recently.  After a conversation with a fellow spanko, he insisted it hadn’t always been this way with him, but was a fairly recent discovery.

Having said that– he’s hooked!

So, all of you out there debating whether a vanilla can be converted– there is hope!

Well, it was a long weekend for me.  For my work, I was required to attend an all day health fair, which was set up next to an all day art festival in lovely Brentwood, California.

Brentwood really is a lovely city, but not all of its inhabitants can be said the same of.  The highlight of my day was when a guy came up to my table wearing a hat embossed with very large letters that read OBEY…

Hmm…