Play spanking!

Mr Fondman  3 April 2001

 

A woman asked me to write something about playful, erotic, spanking. So I set her a homework assignment - to write about this herself!  Here is her Gold Star winning essay, followed by a few notes of my own.

 

I long to have my bottom spanked firmly by my man.  I want to be turned over his knee and feel the smack of his hand on my bare bottom.  I recently read that only 10% of women enjoy being spanked, but I would venture to guess that there are many more women who appreciate a play-spanking.  This type of spanking does not involve any psychological dominance, only a physical dominance of position.  I mean the position for myself to be vulnerable to my loving man's firm pats on my behind.  Typically this means over his knee, but it can also mean that he turns me onto my stomach on the bed (and holds me down), or if I'm on my back that he brings my knees to my chest to expose my behind.  The important thing is that I am somewhat restrained and submissive in my position.

 

When we're in a playful mood the play-spanking can be initiated in many ways.  I prefer an 'excuse' of some mis-deed that I have committed.  This mis-deed can be as simple as hogging the blankets or playfully teasing my lover until he takes me bottom-up into his arms or over his knee.  I hope that, even though it is a playful spanking, I will enjoy a stinging sensation on my behind.  I once heard that there are many nerve endings in a woman's bottom which is why she can become so turned on by the warm glow that only comes with a firm spanking.  Even the thought of my bottom being warm and red provides an erotic sensation throughout my body.

 

A little anticipation before the actual spanking will excite me and prepare me for the pleasure to come.  Men may not understand that I still want to be able to say 'no' and fight the very spanking that I desire so much.  This is because I want to know that my position is truly vulnerable, and to ensure that his position is in complete control.  If this is distressing for some men, then perhaps "safe words" can be used, for example "red" means stop, and "yellow" means I want to ease-off or talk for a minute.  The man will then know that unless he hears the 'red' or 'yellow' words, all is fine and its green lights straight ahead!

 

Another way to initiate these play-spankings can be through fantasy and role playing.  For example, I dress up like a school girl (which I hear is quite a turn-on for the men!) and 'confess' to some mis-deed (skipping class, not doing homework, failing a quiz).  My loving man may choose the role of the principal or teacher and he then (of course!) decides that a spanking is necessary to discipline me.  This however is no disciplinary spanking - unlike the disciplinary kind of spanking there is always the element of play.  This element of play is the obvious erotic subtext to the spanking. Warming up my bottom with caresses, tenderly squeezing my bottom, running his hands between my thighs, and of course the much expected spanks.  Spanking many times (10-20) in a row is effective to warm my bottom, and then pausing for a caress and spanking again.  A fifteen minute spanking session should be long enough to satisfy me, but it can go longer.   And of course, I enjoy the cuddling afterwards.

 

I feel that the play-spanking is often a segue into a sexual experience, however it need not be.  If we're in a playful mood and there is any excuse for my man to deliver some swats to my behind - I hope that he does.... even just a few.  I will feel reassured that he is in control.  For the man who does not realize my spanking needs, I fear that I will sub-consciously mis-behave in hopes of eliciting a spanking - this can be detrimental in two ways: 1) I might end up un-intentionally hurting his feelings, and 2) I might end up receiving a true disciplinary spanking that I might not enjoy as much in reality as I do in my imagination!!  So, its better for both of us (my bottom and his ear full of nagging) if I receive tender, yet firm spankings in a playful setting.

 

"Simple as hogging the blankets" she writes! "Simple as hogging the blankets"??? "Simple as hogging the blankets"????? How the mind of woman can be so deluded as to the seriousness of her actions!!! Perhaps it is not so much delusion as a measure of her devilishly contrived contrariness that she is able to so blithely inject this monumental understatement into the midst of an otherwise earnest and adult discussion. More likely her delusion as to the seriousness of hogging the blankets is actually part of the labyrinthine structure of contrariness which many a good man has laboured to elucidate over the millennia. Yet for all this effort, what do we know? What do we know of the perplexing aspects of woman?  We know much of her excellent nature and indeed we devote most of our lives to studying, supporting and relishing the many life-giving facets of womanhood. But woman possesses boundless capacity to overtake our stumbling efforts at understanding - with still greater twists, turns and filigree elaborations of the firmament-like crazy quilt of perplexing femininity.  In both the timescales of generations and civilizations and in a matter of moments, with a handful of choice words, woman demonstrates time and again her capacity to noodle around in our masculine minds - no matter how bright, educated and rigorous - to weave entanglement, doubt and questions which lead to ever more questions! We cannot even reliably estimate what we don't know about woman - so lets leave the hard work to the academics and concentrate on what we do know. It is a fact that hogging the blankets is a very serious matter indeed.  At our most vulnerable we lie.  Asleep, dreaming or recharging our beings so that we may face the day, its threats and challenges, valiantly as would make her proud . . . when without warning, it happens . . . . Whooooshh! and the blankets are gone!!! We never bargained for this.  We can cope with many hardships and threats - but not this! What do we know? She is warm and delicious. Her bottom is round and wonderful. She is a woman and like all women, she needs to be spanked! Her taunting, with this grave understatement about the seriousness of our suffering when she hogs the blankets, is proof - as if any more were needed - that her need for correction is great and that it demands the most urgent and devoted attention of her loving man!   We know and happily proclaim her many qualities and charms. Blessed be her generous nature, her bright eyes and her passion for life! Here she is, fresh and wanting - perhaps in ribbons and bows, perhaps in a too-short skirt, perhaps with all clothing and artifice cast aside.  Here she is, soft and needing, fragrant and frisky.  Bless her! Praise be that her bottom is so beautiful and sensitive! Grand it is that her tail is such a prominent part of her sensorium. Happy you are that Mother Nature endowed you with strong arms and a determined character! How delightful that she has chosen her state of dress or undress and presented herself so as to utterly distract you from all other concerns. She has presented herself for a spanking. You will not disappoint her! Now, if it pleases you, she can be instructed to ask you very nicely for a spanking.  Alternatively, she may be beckoned and motioned to drape herself over your knee.  Or perhaps you will chase her round the house, pinning her down wherever you catch her - or tossing her over your shoulder, and carrying her kicking and struggling to the bedding room - where she will be made to lie still, expectant, obedient and quivering, bare bottomed, warm and panting, so alive and loveable, ready to taste the first of many fond but sharply stinging smacks.     It is an age-old ceremony with infinite variations - but there is always a fine, needy, vivacious woman and her strong loving man in hot pursuit.  The man knows her true nature.  He is determined to forcibly give her what she so badly wants and needs - but finds so hard to ask for: A vigorous expression of his love for her, to warm her through and through.  An expression which resonates and makes her gasp.  One more way of celebrating and inflaming their love.     Some may call it "play" spanking - but the reality is so much richer.  It is a production!  A romp!  A passionate sacrament beyond analysis.     Who among us can draw the circuit diagram of the universe? Or of life, or humanity? Or of love? None of us can. But we do know how much fun it is to press the buttons!