S is for Spanking
S is for Spanking
And quite frankly, S is for Spanking the way A is for Anal. The two just go together. Before I get into this, though, I wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who messaged me both through yesterday’s comment section and privately to ask if I was okay. Yes. Yes, I am.
I may have been remiss in yesterday’s post by sharing the problem but not the solution we came up with. For those of you who did not read yesterday’s post, you might want to go back and recap for the rest of this to make sense. But for those of you who did read it, I am now under the protection of two very good friends. I see both these people both in and outside of group events, and I love them like they were family. When I confided in them what had happened and asked for advice on how to proceed without either hurting his feelings or his standing within the group (not to mention my own), one of them told me if I’m having trouble saying no, then he’s perfectly happy saying no for me. I am now under his protection.
What does being under someone’s protection mean in a BDSM play party setting? For me, it means that I no longer get to arrange my own scenes or play with anyone I want to without his consent first. In this way, he can make sure I’m not saying yes simply because something hit my trigger and all of a sudden I can’t say no.
Okay, so that’s settled and it’s a very good arrangement for me. Now, on to our regularly scheduled blog hop.
S is for Spanking!
What is spanking, you ask. To which I would laughingly reply, you are not on the right blog.
Spanking is the application of short, sharp smacks to a deserving submissive’s backside using a variety of implements, with the end result being anywhere between a soft pink blush on the skin and lots of sexy moans and wiggles, or a beet-red (get it? Beet, beat? I slay me) derriere, possibly decorated with welts and/or bruises, and punctuated by a whole lot of moaning, wriggling, possibly crying, almost certainly pleas to either ‘stop, please stop’ or ‘please, for the love of God, don’t stop!’
I love spanking. I married my husband for a number of reasons, but I agreed to meet him specifically because he was a spanker. Since I was 19, the only men I have ever dated were spankers and if for some reason I was cast back into the spanking pool, the only men I would be interested in dating would be men who, at the very least, enjoyed delivering a good old-fashioned spanking. Life is short. I’m not going to waste a minute of it trying to explain my predilections to a confused or bemused vanilla partner.
For the last twenty some-odd years, I have been writing spanking stories. I started back when I was fourteen, back when I was writing romances and every single one of my heroes turned his lady love across his knee for some bare bottom discipline when she deserved it. I dog-eared pages in the romances I read that had spankings in them and still have most of those books today. When I found really good romances that didn’t have spankings in them (but should have) I wrote my own alternate endings. I think it’s pretty safe to say I’ve been a spankophile from the get go. I love spanking–receiving rather than giving. I love everything about it, both the fun sexy kinds as well as the disciplinary ones. Yes, I do like to receive the ‘real’ spankings. Perhaps not at the time, but I do like that my husband cares enough to do that for me when I really need it–whether I think I do at the time or not.
I really love the naughty terminology involved in a good fictional spanking scene. Certain phrases are pretty much guaranteed to get a girl’s panties soaking wet, and I am far from immune. Phrases like, “Bend over.” Or, “He stalked her from across the room, already rolling up his sleeves.” Or, “This is going to hurt me far more than it does you” –which we all know is a lie. It was a lie when we were kids and it’s still a lie now that we’re not. But it’s one of those ‘pretty’ lies. The kind that makes a girl’s stomach flip-flop in crazy acrobatics and gets her all wet in the panty region, particularly when the phrase is coupled by the sight and sound of a belt clearing belt loops.
I love reading about spankings. I probably started writing them because I couldn’t find enough to satisfy my vicarious need to experience as many as possible.
My excerpt today comes from The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle, which was the group effort of Renee Rose, Casey McKay and Katherine Deane. It’s a wonderful scene. One that incorporates all those really lovely aspects of dominance and submission that makes fictional spanking so much fun to read.
Coral didn’t have a chance to react before Jake stood up and dumped her on her feet. He pushed her towards the spanking bench, and she momentarily glanced back to see him pick up the riding crop again. His words were still ringing in her ears. Did she just ask him to punish her? She was about to tell him that she thought he may have twisted her words around when he pinned her with a look.
“Lower your pants and bend over the bench,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he crossed his arms and took a step closer.
“This is the part where you comply without hesitating so as not to make your punishment worse.”
“Wait, this isn’t how it goes. We need to go over things. You need my limits, safeword, things like that.”
He paused in front of her, and then an amused look crept across his face, “Things you go over before you play?”
She nodded emphatically, her trepidation relieved now that the ball was back in her court.
“You’re the pushiest submissive I’ve ever met.” His eyes danced with mirth and he leaned in close to her. “Also, I’m not playing.”
She wanted to jump back, his hot breathe on her ear making her shiver.
“I’ll find your limits, and then I’ll push them.” He stepped in a circle around her, making her feel caged in. “You may choose a safeword, but I doubt you’ll use it.”
“Plankton,” she whispered.
‘Fine,” he said and nodded. “Pants, now.” He gestured for her to hurry up. “Or I can go back for that nice wooden paddle I saw before.”
She swore she could see him laughing as her hands flew to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button. She tried to remind herself to breathe. She pushed them down to her knees and shuffled a step closer to the bench so she was right up next to it.
“Good girl. Now kneel on the seat and drape yourself over the top.”
She knew what to do; she had used the bench before. All in good fun though. She looked at the piece that had always brought her so much pleasure and wondered how this session would leave her feeling. She looked back up at him, appealing to him with her eyes, but he only motioned for her to get on with it.
With a resigned sigh, she placed herself over the top. Her knees held closely together by the jeans bunched around them, at least she still had the slight protection of her little lacy panties.
She reached her hands down the front to the padded seat on the other side. Jake circled around to the front and lifted her chin with a soft touch of his hand, and she focused her gaze on his kind face.
“Coral, I’m not going to go easy on you. I think you know as well as the rest of us that your distracted behavior has to stop.”
She thought for a second about arguing, but then decided she wasn’t in a good position to argue.
“The next time you end up putting yourself in harm’s way, that includes neglecting your responsibilities because you’re distracted or running out into a blizzard wearing a sweatshirt, I want you to remember this punishment. And that from now on, there will be more to come.”
Jake fingered a leather cuff on the front of the bench. “Do I need to restrain you? Or can I trust you to keep yourself in place?”
“No, I don’t like restraints” she said, “I can stay in place. Please, leave my hands free.”
He rand his thumb back and forth across her cheek and smiled at her. “Of course. Just keep your hands forward and we won’t have a problem. Are you ready to begin?”
She nodded her head, but when he just stood there in front of her, she realized he wanted an answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Much better.” He smiled and then disappeared from her view.
His hand felt warm on her naked lower back. Her shirt had skimmed up when she laid herself down, so her back was exposed. A shiver went up her spine as his hand found the top of her panties.
“You’re already such a nice, rosy pink,” he commented, and then he slid her panties down to meet her jeans.
She stiffened, and his hand came up to her back again. He stroked up and down at a soothing pace.
“It’s alright, Coral. But if you’re getting a punishment, there will be nothing between you and me. Not even this scrap of lace that passes as underwear.”
She cringed as his arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her up, while his other hand pushed the panties and jeans down all the way to her ankles. Then he tapped her inner thigh, signaling her to take her legs further apart. She sucked in a breath as she complied.
“Now don’t forget to breathe,” he said.
She let her breath out again. He had her in such knots she couldn’t remember that simple task. Isn’t that why she found herself down here all the time? She craved the discipline, a punishment for some imaged infraction she made up in her mind. She would wander down here on a slow day, when the dungeon wasn’t so busy, and find herself a willing dom to spank her or whip her. To be at his mercy until he saw fit that she was thoroughly punished.
Only it was never real. They were both playing roles. She found what she craved, and it helped to still her mind for a short period of time. But she found the craving coming back more frequently and stronger still.
Now, here she was, bent over the spanking bench, her ass offered up to a man who believed she really should be punished. Not for an imagined infraction, but a real life screw up. The enormity of the situation made her legs quake.
She was not afraid of the riding crop he wielded. She had felt it before. She would survive. Jake brought the crop down on her already warmed cheeks and she let out a cry. He placed a hand on her back, and the contact assured her he was still there.
He struck again, and a tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. Jake was right, she needed to pay more attention.
Another strike and she whimpered against the force. Her mind replayed his words, and she saw their truth. She lived in a fantasy world. When things got too real, she retreated. Yes, she had been hurt, but life had gone on, hadn’t it?
Jake laid a line of fire down right on her sit spots, and she jumped.
“Try to stay still,” he soothed. His voice broke through her reverie, and she was comforted to know he cared. “You’re doing well.”
His praise filled a void inside she didn’t know had been there. Despair no longer clawed at her, and she worked on taking her punishment well so Jake would know how much she appreciated it.
She anticipated the next stroke and tensed her body as she waited. He tapped the back of her thighs.
“Take a breath.”
“Now let it go.”
On her exhale he laid down three hard and fast blows. Her tears flowed freely now. Her bottom felt like she had sat on burning embers.
“Jake,” she called his name on the next blow.
He responded with quicker and harder strikes.
She had reached her limit; she couldn’t take anymore. Panic built inside. He didn’t know her, didn’t know what she could take. How would he know to stop? Her body shook, racked with sobs. She let it out. Her fear, her disappointment–it all bubbled to the surface and she let it flow out.
I truly enjoyed reading this book. I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good spanking romance. 🙂
In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.
Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?
Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.
When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.
Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?
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