Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Among the books I found “inspirational” when I was a young man were the compilations of female fantasies that Nancy Friday put together in books like My Secret Garden and Forbidden Flowers. These were the “respectable” equivalent of the book-length compilations of Penthouse Letters that I also got my hands on in that era; but they were a lot more plausible (I can’t say if they were in fact any more authentic) and they were real eye-openers.

I recently stumbled across some of Nancy Friday’s books again, and was freshly reminded of this fantasy, one that got my full attention the first time I read it. Its charm has not been dimmed by time:

My first fantasy is that of being spanked. I have always provoked the spanking, it’s never unjustified. My innate female bitchiness causes my lover to say, very quietly, “All right now, that’s enough!” I say “Don’t order me around” and he replies “You’re asking for a good spanking.” I answer “I’d like to see you try it!” in a very taunting manner.

At this point he grabs me, grasps both hands firmly behind my back, pulls down my panties, turns me over onto his knee and traps my kicking legs between his.

I am embarrassed and scared. He usually uses his hand, spanking me maybe two dozen times, very hard. Sometimes I fantasize that he uses a hairbrush or a ruler. I am sobbing and enraged, but the rage turns to humiliation, and then to helpless submission. At the end he forces me back on the bed and enters me quickly and without foreplay.

Sometimes I like to imagine myself staying in an enraged mood throughout the spanking. Then he pushes me back on the bed, hovers over me and pushes his erect penis into my mouth, ordering me to suck it. I refuse and try to bite his cock, which brings on another, even more painful, spanking, at which point I am prepared to do anything he asks.”