The Leather Straps Date
I have the irrepressible ability to dream up a spanking narrative that can go with any interesting set of vaguely kinky porn photos, even if there’s not a paddle or a cane to be seen. Call it a superpower, call it a neurosis, I don’t care. I didn’t ask for it, it’s just there.
Take this instant sequence of erotic bondage shots. In my imagination, it’s all about an collision of fetish signifiers around the phrase “leather straps.” To bondage people, leather straps are restraints. To spanking people, they’re impact toys. Mind the semantic gap, or it can get you in trouble!
Our heroine of my imagination is a kinky thing, with a busy social schedule. Brandy (or so I shall call her) likes to see new and different people, as often as she can. In particular, she likes to get them to spank her bottom with vigor and panache! After that, well, Brandy’s a healthy young woman with the usual human needs. There’s usually room on her agenda for kinky sex and sweaty cuddling and late night ice cream sundaes, too.
Where things went slightly wrong this night (although Brandy was later heard to say that it was lots of fun despite the misunderstanding) was that she broadened her dating community without figuring on a slightly greater need to explain her “interests.” She’d pretty much “fished out” the dating pool associated with her local fetish scene, so she started to expand her online social horizons. It wasn’t too hard, she discovered, to pick up horny guys on hookup sites like EasySex.com. They might not be “into spanking” per se, but with just the tiniest bit of encouragement, they can be taught. This was her theory, and she’d had pretty good luck with it.
Inevitably, however, Brandy’s strategy required her to have that awkward “I like to get my ass spanked” conversation. Except when she got lucky, and hooked a well-trained kinky guy straight out of the vanilla dating pool. Sometimes with those guys, a few bratty words and the classic line “What are you gonna do about it, spank me?” was all she needed to get her bottom properly heated. Until the night when her date was obviously kinky, but unbeknownst to her, excessively (by her standards) focused on bondage sex to the exclusion of any kind of sensation play. She answered “leather straps” in a significant tone when he asked what she was into, and his enthusiastic reaction was enough to get her all the way back to his place with her clothes off. It wasn’t until he cinched down the ball gag that Brandy realized she’d never been specific about wanting to be smacked with the leather straps — if not to the exclusion of also being tied up with them, but at least as an accompaniment! Live and learn, Brandy. Live and learn…
Photos are from a 1983 issue of Barbara Behr: Bondage Photographer.
