Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

Check out how fast his hand appears to be moving…  I love spankings that are given hard and fast.  I love the flurry of movement and the squeals that accompany this sort of treatment.  I’m not much for the smack, smack, rub… rub… rub… smack… sort of spanking.

No, I want to see discipline, fast and furious, and that is what this girl appears to be receiving!

Last week I placed a post on a local forum, once more looking to find someone to share my desires with.  Scary, same as it was last time, but also very eye-opening.

I had no idea how many of us there are out there!  Seriously, a lot…

I also had no idea how many people practice the more extreme side of our shared kink.  I’ve had several replies from men who are into d/s;  some that have practiced dd, and a few that are on the same page as me– just looking for simple spanking activity.

Can I be honest here, without fear of offending anyone?  No judgement, but– I don’t get the d/s concept.  Truthfully, I have no desire to hand over control of my life to another person, I’m just craving some help and closeness.  One guy who contacted me likes to play head games, telling the woman she can’t use the bathroom until he says so, and that sort of thing.

Uhh– no way!

Sorry, that’s just not me.

I received a reply to one of my  blog posts this morning from a gentleman who described his relationship with his wife, and how they use spanking to zest up their love life.  They play at realistic scenarios, but outside the bedroom they share a real partnership.  That sounds perfect to me!

Well, I have been corresponding with a few men who seem nice, sane and (relatively) normal.  The idea that there are possibilities gives me hope!

This picture is stolen from Carly’s blog as well… something tells me the cheek she’s holding is stinging…

Would it be wrong of me to say I spend a lot of my time being scared?

Okay, maybe not a lot… but yes, even strong, independent city girls are afraid some times.

What am I afraid of? 

Name it!  Car accidents; car getting stolen; forgetting my debit card, only to find I’m on empty…

Now, the silly thing is– none of these things have ever happened.  Well, except the debit card, and I had just enough gas to make it home.

But other things have.  Things far worse. 

They are reality, and my mind shies away from them.  It’s my coping mechanism;  I think because I shy from them, from their pain, my mind conjures up these other worries.

This is where “this thing we do” comes in for me.  It is stress relief I seek; a strong shoulder to lay my head on, if only for a short while.  A channeling of emotional pain into physical,  in order to release it.

On a deeper, darker level, I believe this is why so many adolescents today get into cutting.  They are seeking to dissipate the emotions, and have no coping skills to do so.

So– for a grown woman who is cognizant that this is what she is seeking– is it okay to look for this from a man?

Is this part of what a dominate male is seeking?  To feel strong, “alpha”  if you will?  Is this a missing element in today’s P C world?

Recently Oprah did a very controversial show, with a doctor who wrote a book on why men cheat.  His theme of the day was, “Don’t shoot the messenger,” which was amusing.

But to give him credit, he had spent many hours interviewing men and looking for real answers as to why so many marriages fail.

The reoccurring theme– to me at least– is that men want to be men.

Does that mean all you guys out there want to drag your women into the cave by their hair?

Of course not.  Just as not all men spank.  Or want to spank.

A guy I was dating once said to me that he thought causing each other physical pain was sick, and went so far as to say it was demented.  Now, I’d love to be able to claim his stance was a cover to hide his own secrets, but it’s just not so.  I actually knew him quite well, and he was serious. 

Needless to say, my secrets stayed in their corner, and that relationship is long-ago history.

But this guy was still a “man’s man.”  Cop, bodybuilder and a tad on the arrogant side.  I would classify him as alpha.

What I’m wondering, I guess, is how much is too much?

There are a lot of sub-cultures in “our” world.  It is amazing, and a little intriguing, how many different sects exist among people of kink.

There are those who are fairly mild in their practices; only a hand is ever used, and absolutely no marks are left.  These people are usually only into it for sheer eroticism, not actual punishment.

Then there are those who go one step further, use some implements, maybe not for true punishment purposes, but they might use role play.

The next step up is domestic discipline; the whole concept of one partner being in charge– usually the man– and real punishment takes place in these relationships.  No safe-words are employed here!

Then of course, there is the whole world of true bdsm,  master/slave, which is not even remotely appealing to me.  No judgement here of others, but– no way!  The idea of leather harnesses and ceiling hooks is not in any way a turn-on!

It is somewhat of a challenge, trying to decide exactly how much to share with a partner, or potential partner. 

Going back to the Oprah/doctor show, most of the men sited appreciation, or lack of it from their wives, as a major issue.

For a man into this lifestyle, is a woman’s submission a form of appreciation?  Or the opposite– can it feel like a duty, feeling you’ve become responsible for her emotional care?

Maybe a little bit of both?

C’mon guys… I know from my blog stats that a lot of people stop by here everyday, and from the search terms used– a lot of you are men!

So– do tell.  A lot of women read here, too.  We would like to hear your answers.

Okay, I know… I’ve been remiss yet again.  But I went away for the holidays, and my new job has me stressed out and trying to decide if I want to keep it, so…

Well, it’s a new year.  Along with the promise of possibility, there also is a bit of depression for me. 

I hate to admit to that, because I really try to be upbeat.  But yesterday morning I woke up and the first thought in my mind was that I can’t call my mom to say happy new year.  The second thought was that I really am not liking my new job in the way I had thought I would, and the third thought was guilt that I have a job and so many others do not.

Ugh!

Where is Mister Right?  Doesn’t he know that I need a spanking?    Because truthfully– I do.  I also need other things, but for right now, a spanking would be a good start.  That strong shoulder to lean on would be good, too…

Alright, enough about me.  To everyone out there who reads my blog, I say have a healthy and happy new year.  And of course, lots and lots of spankings!

May 2009 shape up to be a year to remember, in only positive ways.

Cheers,

Cydni