Coming To Terms With Her Spanking Fetish
This story is two years old, but somehow I missed it:
First Time For Everything: Getting Spanked
Jessica Wakeman writes:
My first spanking was at my 16th birthday party. My guy friends tackled me on the kitchen floor and took turns giving me 16 spanks. And maybe one for good luck. I don’t remember. Once freed, I was livid. I was mortified.
And I was totally turned on.
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My sex drive proved mightier than my hang-ups and spanking became a main course of my sex life—albeit a shameful one—in college. By day, I was a women’s studies minor, wrote a weekly feminist column for the student newspaper, and was president of the National Organization of Women on campus. By night, I really, really, really just wanted to be spanked. And I was, by a few different guys who, to varying degrees, were down with giving me spankings.
What makes this article most interesting to me, however, is the way she finally comes to terms with her fetish, as so many people ultimately fail to do:
I finally feel comfortable choosing to be submissive in a relationship with a man in the bedroom, as long as he is choosing to behave in a dominant way and he respects me outside of the bedroom. My love of a good spanking is not a conflict for me anymore. In fact, I respect myself more than I ever did for knowing exactly what pleases me and not being afraid to ask for it.
It took me far too many years to realize that it wasn’t very feminist of me to police my own sexuality, to label it “good for feminism” or “bad for feminism.” It is what it is! After I saw “Milk,” the movie about gay rights activist Harvey Milk, I decided I wanted to be someone who completely owns her sexuality, even if it’s not mainstream. I’m not ashamed anymore, and I don’t have to pussyfoot around asking for what I really want: I absolutely have to be submissive and spanked often, if not all the time, in order to enjoy sex.
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That woman is frightening. She builds her entire existence around feminism and judges herself on the basis of how well or how poorly she meets her “ideal.” In another age she would have been accurately albeit sarcastically described as a “good German.”
I’ll do what her shrink couldn’t: explain her fetish. The spanking releases her from the straitjacket of her beliefs. She puts it back on as soon as the sexual activity ends. Who would want to walk around day in and day out wondering if her actions are consistent with her political beliefs? I’d like to meet her though.
Antares, did you even read the entirety of the article? Or did you just read, “Feminist; bullshit” and hit comment?