Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

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…