Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

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…

I should be writing today, and I don’t mean blog posts.  I set aside two days a week to dedicate to my writing adventures; today was meant to finish up one of several stories I have in various stages of completion.

Somehow, I just can’t concentrate!  It’s a beautiful day here in Los Angeles; the sun is shining, a light breeze is blowing and my imagination is fluttering along with it. 

Scenarios are never a problem for me.  I’m not a writer who ever has trouble coming up with ideas.  On the contrary, I have more ideas than I could ever possibly write in one lifetime. 

No, concentrating, putting words to page… that is my problem.

So, since my daydreams are winning out today, I thought I’d explore the concept of openness.

Some of us are very open about our desires and practices.   Others of us guard our privacy  very  fiercely.  I’m in the second group. 

The thought of meeting someone solely for the purpose of spanking is just so foreign to me.  I know it goes on all the time, and I’m not judging here.  In fact, at the moment, I wish I had it in me to do just that!  But alas, I don’t and never will.  It’s just not in my DNA.

I much admire Abby and her husband (Little Red Schoolhouse) for their ability to be so out there.  I read with sadness that Abby is closing down her Naughty Abby site.  Evidently, the demands of upkeep became too much, and suddenly it wasn’t fun anymore.  But the courage to say this is me, or in their case, this is us… well, I just think there must be a tremendous amount of freedom in that. 

What does it take to get to the point of self-acceptance that makes it possible to be so open?  And comfortable with that openness?

My ex-husband once found some magazines I had hidden; I’m sure I don’t have to go into detail about what sort of magazines they were.  Instead of taking the hint, he was angry that I had them.  Definitely not a spanko, my ex!

But after that experience, and our subsequent divorce, the next time around it was even harder to try and broach the subject of my fetish.  So I didn’t.  Until three years in, and a late night slip-up…

Even after that night, even knowing that my then love interest was cool with it, I still found the whole thing embarrassing, and only during the dark of night did I ever want to play.

Now that I’m older, and have decided that I want this to be a big part of my next relationship, I think it will be easier. 

But still not easy.

Maybe it’s that I’ve never had a partner who was as into it as me.  If I was with a guy that I knew–without a shadow of a doubt– loved me, accepted me, and was as turned on by spanking me as I was by him doing the spanking, maybe I would feel different.  Shyness tends to go out the door when there is a close intimacy. 

 Connection, feeling, emotion… I have a feeling that’s the ticket!

I’ve lost my notes for the story I’m working on.  Now, my apartment is tiny; there aren’t many places for a handful of pages to disappear to!

Not to mention that my neighbor’s toddler has a habit of running in and out of my place… so these are not things I just want laying around!

Damn!

Maybe I should re-think the whole “casual encounter” thing… at best, it would help focus my attention!

Okay, tonight I’m uninspired.  Usually writing is my refuge, my escape from a boring or troubled reality.  But ever since I decided to go on this dating quest, I’m terribly distracted!

Normally I find solace in creating characters; they become not only my creations, they become my friends.  I get to know them, they surprise me at times, almost always touch me, and certainly entertain. 

Maybe it’s the lure of actually living in the real world for a change that has me antsy… the promise of fantasy becoming reality.  (That’s the name of one of my stories, btw, at Discipline and Desire.  My heroine unexpectedly finds her fantasy becoming reality, with painful consequences!)

Maybe I’ve finally turned a corner.  Instead of writing about other peoples’ adventures, I’m ready to live my own.  Should be interesting, this quest…

In the mean time, I’d better get back to work!