Subject: A Few Good Men
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu (Ashley Wright)
Date: 19 Sep 94 17:28:31 CDT
Let's lay all our cards on the table. I like to be spanked. As a matter of fact, I love to be spanked, but even more than the actual spanking itself, I like the series of events that lead up to my ultimatly being pinned firmly over an authoritative knee for some enthusiastic paddling on the seat of my britches.
Call me mischievous, call me winsome, call me a brat, but for me acting naughty heightens the spanking experience immensely. Sure, it's great to just come into the livingroom clad only in a long t-shirt and undies and drape myself over my everlovin' man's lap, thus shattering his concentration on the Big Game of the moment, and utter those six magic words, "Wouldn't you like to spank me?"
But for me, the real fun happens when out of the blue, he announces in his mock-serious manner, "You know, you were naughty today..." and I jump up and run for it, giggling madly as I lead him on a wild chase that finally results in my being captured and led, with pretend protests, to the nearest bed, couch or chair whereupon I'm firmly pinned over his lean, mean thighs and my britches are taken down for a fabulous bare-bottomed spanking, indescribably heightened by the adrenaline rush of the chase!
Even as a winsome little brat, I was always drawn to those no-nonsense, authoritative guys. Not that I'm submissive in reality, that's the thing-- I like to control while giving the illusion of being controlled. As any exasperated parent of a stubborn two-year old or teenager knows, the brat controls the situation. It's the brat who is free to let herself go-- to cry, to throw a tantrum, to tease, to run and hide... the authority figure has to maintain control while at the same time, bringing down the brat. Always a terrible tease, I loved the sensation of power I got from imagining taunting these authority figures who had no means of putting me in my place... making them madder and madder as they tried to reason w/me, etc... until finally they blew their tops, lost their cool, and hauled me right over their knee for an old-fashioned and well-deserved spanking!!
Oh, the tough cop next door when I was growing up was the subject of so many feverish pre-adolescent fantasies... as were my 9th grade gym coach, my 7th and 8th grade social studies teachers, my 10th grade algebra 2 teacher/football coach and, of course my highschool vice-principal, an ex-Marine who firmly believed in corporal punishment, even for those strapping 6'2 high school senior boys who were unfortunate enough to get caught attempting to lower the carcass of a dead cow into our enclosed courtyard... (but that's another story..) These guys provided me with plenty of fuel for my fantasies, since they brought up the subject of spanking in class at least 3 times a week! Either they were spankophiles, too, or our school was just a breeding ground for young perverts, or I was just more attuned to such things, but it seemed that we were always talking about spanking at my school! Who still got spanked at home, who'd gotten paddled at school, who deserved to have their butt whipped, whose little brother/sister/cousin had gotten a licking... my algebra 2 teacher related his mischievous son's antics to us in class and told us in detail every time the kid (who was in the 8th grade at the time!) had gotten a spanking...
Tv and movies provided a plethora of spanking fantasies, too... I used to watch the most odious tv shows from the 50's and 60's in the hopes of catching the Beev or one of the Brady kids get spanked... Batman, Sgt.Joe Friday, The Fugitive, Bret Maverick, Fonzie... reruns and popular tv heros provided a constant supply of fuel to stoke my spanking inferno.
But movies and tv pale in comparison to real life; there's only so much satisfaction one's imagination can afford. As I grew older, bolder and even more adorably mischievous, I began to get the threats of real life spankings, from classmates and friends of my older siblings, from teachers, from parents of my playmates and once even from the parent of a kid I babysat for! Talk about undermining the sitter's authority!! :>
I'm deliriously happy in my relationship right now, I mean if anything I have the guy wrapped around the proverbial little finger, but still I can't help feeling just a tad disappointed when I get all these offers of spanking and nobody ever follows through. This is not to say that if the security guard at the mall who threatened that I were his daughter... you know the rest, were to turn me over his knee for a few swats, I wouldn't be outraged... I probably would, and indignant, and feel violated and never ever go to the mall again and the American economy would collapse... Maybe I fit Freud's mold of the woman who doesn't know what she wants. Wanting to be dominated, yet wanting to be control. Wanting to be put in her place, yet only wanting a spanking /discipline /domination on her own terms. Wanting that authoritarian no-nonsense guy, yet wanting a loving, caring guy who treats her as an equal. Wanting a steak supreme burrito from Taco Bell, yet wanting to fit into her clothes. Wanting to wear bellbottoms and go bliss out at a Grateful Dead concert, yet unable to conquer her incontrollable urge to burst out laughing at the sight of knackered old hippies with mutton chop sideburns and flowers in their hair...
Role playing was made for me. This way, I can have all the cops, scoutmasters, old west marshalls, principals, head coaches, stern uncles, domineering next door neighbors and all around take-charge guys that have ever populated my most breathless fantasies, and still return to my loving, mushy, caring,cuddly teddy-bear guy who I adore and get my way with when we're finished. Call us reckless 'cause we don't use safewords. Call us wusses 'cause we're strictly into handspanking. Call me domineering 'cause I control the scene. Call me a submissive disgrace to feminism 'cause I like him to pretend to dominate me. Call me sick 'cause I like ageplay. Call me a cab. You get the point, I think...
As one who's only just begun to experience the joy of an understanding partner who's willing to make her fantasies reality, I still fantasize about getting put in my place by someone who has no inherant "right" to spank me. I'm still naughty. But it's nice to know I can get that OTK action I crave without having to be.
Geez, that post sort of turned out to be poignant again. I dunno, maybe it's my Catholic upbringing that makes me periodically have this urge to confess... yeah, I was a little Catholic schoolgirl...
First all those non-sexual stories and now this. Okay, I promise, lots of sexy spanking action next time. And I'll keep it upbeat! It's just that I haven't been taking my Zoloft...
Jackrabbit