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!