Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

Italy was an adventure for me.  All those lovely olive trees, providing an abundance of fresh, perfect switches… not to mention a villa on the Italian country side, with rolling hills, greenery and plenty of privacy.

Alas, this is all fantasy for me, of course.  I went with an old friend who is just that– a friend.  Nothing more, never has been, never will be.  Not to mention, we were with a group of seven other people.

But my imagination ran wild while I was there.  I spent part of the time sick, so I had ample opportunity for fantasizing.  In my minds eye, I was there with my husband, and those switches got put to good use!

Italy is beautiful, for sure.  But I have to say, I was very glad when that plane set down at LAX.  There really is no place like home, even if home does have its flaws.

I came home with renewed determinations.  One is to take control of my health, as much as possible.  I have a serious condition, but one thing I do know after having worked in the health food industry for many years, is that the medical community has one way of looking at things, and the alternative community has another.  Although I’ve embraced both to a certain degree, I know I can do better.

The other determination is to find a partner.  I’ve been looking for some time, but not nearly as diligently as I could.  It’s hard, it’s scary, and it takes effort.

He’s out there somewhere.  Of this I feel sure.  Maybe someday soon I’ll be writing about true life adventures, instead of just fantasy.

I love the way they’re both holding their bottoms in these pictures. 

In the first, I can just imagine how her cheeks are stinging and throbbing.  Along with the physical sensations, I also imagine the euphoria she’s feeling, the sense of calm and peace.  I’ve heard that described as “sub-space”, although I’ve never personally experienced it.

In the second, I imagine the trepidation, the butterflies in the stomach, maybe a sense of guilt or shame…

Well, what can I say?  I haven’t been here in a while.

The truth is, I haven’t had anything to say.  Which is a stretch for me, believe me!

But seriously, there has been much going on in my life.  I’ve never shared (because there has really been no need) but I have some health issues, that at times border on serious.  They have been rearing their ugly little heads recently, so that has been my main priority.  Just trying to deal with staying well can sometimes feel like a full time job.

On a happier note, I also just returned from Italy.  It was the trip of a lifetime, and I am grateful to have had the opportunity to go.  Unfortunately, I was sick most of the time I was there, and quite frankly– that sucked!  But it did give me new resolve toward putting more effort into my health.  I can admit to not always being as diligent as I should be.

Having said that, spanking has not been far from my mind these last few months.  On the contrary, I find myself craving it more than ever.  But it’s not easy to find a like minded partner, and to date I’ve had no luck.

Sometimes it’s hard to write a blog such as this, because there are no real life scenarios to relay.  It’s all about my fantasies, wishes and hopes.  And my musings, which never really run dry.  But writing about them could get a little redundant, if I were to write about them over and over!

I have started writing fiction again, trying to give it a serious effort.  It is a bit frustrating for me, truthfully.  I’ve sold some stories to Discipline and Desire, and I just love the editor.  She has helped me to improve my writing by leaps and bounds, and I am forever grateful for that. 

But the readership at D&D tends to be rather picky in their leanings.  The stories that go over the best are a little too politically correct for my tastes, and since I’m writing spanking fiction, I don’t want to worry about being PC!  To me, what makes great spanking fiction is the fact that it is so un-PC. 

Do I want to live out the scenarios that I present in my more extreme works?

No.  Unequivocally, no.  They are fantasy.  And that is what fantasy is all about.  Exploring the darker, sometimes scary sides of ourselves.

Do I want spanking in my life?  Yes.  Do I want to find a man who will push my limits?  Again, yes.  Do I want to give up the kind of control that I take away from my heroines?  Uh, no!

But I do like to write those sorts of situations…

What that says about me, I’m sure I have no idea.  But I enjoy the process of creating, and I enjoy having this forum in which to vent and explore.

So to everyone who hangs out here, I just want to say thanks!  And I’ll try and be around a little more often…

So, I’m curious– for those of you who practice real discipline in your relationships, what would a normal “session” consist of?

I just watched a video clip on Spanking Tube, and– man!

This girl got ninety spanks, hard, with a thick leather strap.

Needless to say, I was wincing a bit for her.  By the end, her poor bottom was well punished, to say the least.

I’m wondering what’s the norm for most couples out there?

I don’t know why it is, but I’m turned on by marks.  An overall red bottom is good, but discernible marks are where it’s really at for me.

Of course, I’m only into dd scenarios, so I think it has something to do with the idea of power and control.

I love the marks seen here, as well as the way he’s holding her arm…

I haven’t had time to write anything of substance lately, but I wanted to say thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to post a comment.  I enjoy reading them all.

So, I’ve been pretty open about where I live.  Most of you know I reside in Los Angeles.  It’s a big city (the second largest in the Nation, if I’m not mistaken) so I feel safe enough sharing that.  I am a California girl in many ways.  Born and raised here; I can’t really imagine living anywhere else.

But in some ways I am not the quintessential California girl.  And for that I am glad– no, proud.  Because there are some not very nice people living along side me!

So it bears contemplating… is it possible to find a man with old fashioned values in the middle of a megalopolis? 

I remember a line from a cheesy movie that went something like, “Do you know how hard it is to find a quality man in Los Angeles?”

Cheesy, but proving to be true…

I love these old black and white photos.  This one is just begging for a story, don’t ya think?

I’m thinking her husband has informed her she’s in for a spanking, that’s why her pants are down.

Maybe she’s trying to distract him, and that’s why her top is open?  She does have a rather pleading look on her face…

This picture just screams domestic discipline to me…

So here’s a question for the guys: do men in this day and age still want to be the “protector and provider” for their lady/family?

I saw a guy on TV yesterday saying just that, and I wondered how true it actually is.  According to him, if a woman is too successful, or independent, or together, then what does she need a man for?  (We’re talking relationships here, not just sex.)

So how about it guys?  What’s the real scoop?  I mean, I live in LA, which doesn’t count as real world…

I have a secret to share… well, another secret that is!

I have a long held crush on Keanu Reeves.  I know, he’s not known for being the sharpest tool in the shed.  And he has moments where he appears positively wooden.

But at other times, he can be incredibly sexy.  His look, his body type, the way he carries himself… I love the tall, dark and slim guys.  Add in the black suit, aka Matrix or Constantine– yum!

So when I saw this picture, I had to use it.  This guy looks a lot like Keanu.  (Actually– does any one know if this is Keanu?  Could I have missed some sexy, edgy film along the way?!)

Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be the girl across his lap!

Tonight while washing dishes I had to chuckle out loud at the direction my thoughts were taking.

Last weekend I dug out various DVDs, among them some of my Sex And The City collection.  One of my favorite episodes is The Big Journey.

At the beginning, Carrie states that it’s been too long…

“I need to feel the weight of a man on me…”

The girls, ever helpful, advise that if all she wants is sex, they are in a restaurant full of men most likely willing to help.

My dilemma is a little different, but just as pressing.  It’s not just the weight of a man that I long to feel, but the weight of his hand… on very specific places…

Maybe a little bit harder to find in your average restaurant?