Her Secret Corner… Spanking Erotica

I actually started writing this post a few months ago, but had trouble putting the words together.    I also didn’t really know if I wanted to lay my soul quite so bare as required to answer the question that was posed.   After a considerable amount of pondering– and typing and retyping– I’ve finally been able to finish.

During a conversation, I was asked my thoughts on submission.

It was easy enough to give a description of my idea of female submission in a committed relationship, referring to everyday life.

Not the question in mind.

Submission in a sexual/spanking context.

I find that much harder to define.

I’m a word-smith.   I love the play of words on a page; I love to see ideas form and take shape, until they come together and hopefully move someone, in some way.

Trying to form this definition is one of the few times words have alluded me.   I’ve given considerable thought to my answer, but I’m still having trouble coming up with one.

Maybe the mental block comes from embarrassment.   It’s never easy to lay your soul bare, and for someone as reserved as I am, that difficulty is compounded.

But…

I am a word-smith, and pride prevails!   So, here goes:

In a spanking context, I want to be spanked to tears, by a man I trust.

Mind you– trust has to be earned.   It is not just given.   And when it is given, it is a gift.

I don’t want to decide which implement, or how many swats.   I don’t want to decide when “enough” is enough.   I want the man in question to be astute and suitably in tune to make those judgment calls.

I want my limits pushed.   When my hand flies back to cover my throbbing cheek, I want it pinned to the small of my back.   When I squirm, I want to be held in place.   When I beg him to stop, I want a few more spanks, because he knows I need more.

When I cry, I want him to soothe me while assuring me he knows it hurts…   As he informs me that in order for it to do any good, it needs to hurt.   And I want him to continue the spanking.

When the spanking is completed to his satisfaction, I want to be held on his lap.   Because there is nothing quite like sitting on a guy’s lap.    And I want to be kissed.   And coddled, just a little.

Sex…

Much more difficult to define.   Maybe I need to be led somewhat.   Maybe that is part of what I’m searching for, in my quest to find a strong man.

Bondage does nothing for me.   I have no desire to be tied spread-eagle to a bed, or anything else.   But there is a scenario I’ve used in my writing, involving a man’s neck tie and bound wrists…

If I allow my mind to go deep into this scene, I can almost feel the body-heat permeating from the cloth as it is wrapped securely against my skin.   I can see his movements as he reaches up and removes the tie, the look of determination in his eyes, the resolve as the material is knotted snugly around my fragile bones.

Being held down during sex is not PC to talk about, but it’s a pretty common fantasy for many women.   Arms stretched over-head, hands held securely…

Hair pulling I’ve covered more than once, but it bears repeating.   Fingers fisted at the scalp, while being kissed deeply…

All of these things add up to submission to me.   Maybe they are not everyone’s idea of submission, but they are as deep as I am currently able to go.

Am I capable of going deeper?

Possibly.   With the right guy.   And some gentle but firm leading.

*Before I get loads of e-mails on this one– yes, I know a safeword is a necessity.    Keep in mind the fantasy realm, and the emphasis I put on trust.  

Thanks,

Cydni