This Spanking Life
When this blog was first launched there was an attempt to define what some might call ‘This Spanking Life.’ In particular we discussed just who was and who wasn’t a spanko and why.
This was pretty much explored from the male position. You know the kind of thing, when did you first know, when did you first realise that you were not alone, when did you first get to spank a woman.
Some thought was given then to the difficulties of both men and women who admit to or embrace a spanking life, which was perhaps more especially a problem for those who grew up during or before the 1980s. Then as now, often the prevailing view is that a man who wants to spank a woman is a brute, to put it in its mildest terms; and a woman who wants to be spanked is a gender traitor, a weak woman or someone who doesn’t know their own mind who needs to be told what to think.
Now most readers of this blog know that none of the above is true. However, there are some quite horrific and misogynist blogs out there, generally by men who far from respecting a woman’s need to be spanked, put a negative spin on this type of sexuality whilst claiming some inherent male supremacy when pursuing their own.
They tend to use the C-word and the B-word when referring to women. If you read the blogosphere widely, then you know who they are.
One would like to think that these men have never actually spanked a real woman in their lives and their ramblings are fantasy, but sadly they probably have been let loose from time to time on suspecting and unsuspecting women.
Okay so where is this going?
Well here is a story about a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it.
Helen, 36, is reasonably attractive and has pursued her chosen career for 13 years. She has been promoted sufficiently often to suggest that she had broken through the glass ceiling, although possibly at the cost of marriage and children.
On Friday nights she goes to see her boyfriend, a man 10 years her senior who lives in wealthy suburb of London in preparation for the weekend.
On arriving she had a shower and changes her clothes and then goes into the lounge. There waiting for her on the coffee table is a drink and an object. The drink is always a G&T (Hendricks with a slice of lime). The object tends to vary.
Sometimes it is a cane. Another time it could be some manner of brush or a riding crop. It is always something that is intended to make an impact on her bottom.
Some objects she likes and others she dreads, it does not matter, the choice is never hers. This is the game she had chosen.
As she drinks her drink, no doubt whilst distracted by the implement on the table, her boyfriend asks her about her week and has her describe any ‘sins’ she might have committed since he last saw her.
Some of these sins are breaches of rules he has given her, others are things she wishes to get off her conscience.
Once he has heard her out, she is told that over the weekend she will atone for these sins. Then she is told to remove all clothing below the waist and assume the appropriate position.
That position varies according to the implement and if it is new to her he may explain. Or perhaps he does not and deals with her ignorance accordingly.
Then she is variously, spanked, whipped or caned according to what he has set out.
This punishment is harsh and prolonged and she may not refuse it; may not because that is the game that she has chosen.
This punishment is not for her sins. That one she has yet to face. This is just so that she knows who she serves that weekend and to ensure she gets what she needs regardless of what is to come.
The events described have been put to you in a clinical, even cold way. That is because an outsider cannot really know how she feels about this. They cannot know and need not know if she loves this man or he her. In all likelihood they are in love, but that is their business.
The point is. She has not been exploited, put upon and does not submit for anyone’s sake but her own. She is not responsible for the spin, negative or otherwise, which anyone may choose to place upon her life. This is her choice, this is her spanking life.
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