I have now recovered enough from my technology tantrum to have a go at posting my earlier thoughts. And of course the following is completely different from this morning's stuff and somewhat longer. Hope you enjoy my more considered thoughts....

I realised that as a spankee I had given a spankee’s perspective, but of course that is only half the equation. I cannot speak definitively for spankers, but give my perspective on my observations. So here are some further thoughts that try to encompass spanker and spankee perspectives (and are being carefully saved as I write!) while being fully my view on this.

I am rather amused by the apparent selflessness of spankers and BDSM masters in cyber – apparently they are so concerned about the welfare and satisfaction of spankees and subs, you’d be justified in mistaking them for charity workers! Visit BDSM and/or spanking sites for this. There are links to Informed Consent and Britishspanking on my website (link on my Profile page here) While I heartily approve of such care of us spankees, it is by no means the whole picture. It may be what a vanilla with a spankee partner experiences, but isn’t what I’d expect from a spanker!

My Cariad enjoys hurting me – And I wouldn’t have it any other way. The thrill we get from meeting our own needs and knowing how much pleasure we give each other is as mind-blowing and satisfying as sexual compatibility with someone you love. That said, the pain has to be ‘right’. The almost unbearable smack of a heavy hand, or carefully applied ruler or cane does it for us both. The (very rare) accidental catching with the edge of a paddle or ruler or wrap of belt or flogger, spoils it for us both. This may be different for those who are more widely BDSM and use physical pain to other parts of the body. For my Cariad and I there is only one place for such attention and why we see ourselves as spankos, although he uses instruments as well as hand.

The whole ‘Is it sexual?’ thing would apply to spankers as well as spankees. Those who have disciplinary or more Dom/sub relationships may talk of mentoring, cherishing, paternalistic and caring satisfaction from what they do and see the ‘punishment’ and/or spanking as only part of it. For erotic spankers and spankees, these roles are less likely to be part of the equation

I don’t know if spankers get a ‘Dom space’ thing – Not something of which I am aware. I just know my Cariad loves spanking me and finds it enormously satisfying - physically, mentally and emotionally – as do I.

The variety of what I get out of spanking mirrors what I and others get out of sex - erotic charge, romance, love, fun, intimacy, healing, reassurance, continuity and probably more. And like sex it can be used and enjoyed at different levels. So some would ‘spank around’, have spank-buddies, casual spanking, honest swinging, dishonest liaisons, unequal spanking relationships, etc.

As said elsewhere, I don’t know why I am like this, but I am. And while I don’t actually go around discussing it all the time in my everyday interactions, I see it as a fundamental part of who and what I am. I would not wish to deny it as I would have done in the past due to confusion and non-acceptance of this part of me. That said, I do have a life and this is merely an aspect of it, but an important one.

As stated in earlier blog entry, there are different levels in which people engage in spanking activities. There are people for whom spanking is fundamental to their make-up and those who enjoy it as a fun variation. And of course there are those who cannot see the point or find the idea abhorrent.

I do not seek to convert, merely to explain.

I just wrote a piece on the spankers' perspective on spanking and computer crashed. What's really annoying is I know I should save, but I just get carried away!
B**ger!
I am seriously thinking of changing my computer...

I'm facinated by this sp-anking. Why do so many people like it and what do they get out of it.

David

I honestly don't know, David - anymore than I can be definitive about the joys of salsa, rubber or trainspotting as said.

For me, I have been fascinated since childhood by the idea. I haven't a clue why. When I became sexual, spanking became my main erotic fantasy. So for me I would say it is sexual.

Others claim it is non-sexual and what they get is sense of achievement from endurance, or some form of wiping the slate clean or stress-relief. Some 'enjoy' the pain, others endure it for the resultant feelings afterwards.

There are chemicals released that give a 'high' as does sex and exersise. Some people experience what they call 'subspace' which is a wonderful and hard-to-explain sensation that like orgasm brings its own unique satisfaction.

I've written extensively about what it means for me, so if interested you could do tag search on 'spanking' and look at stuff I've written here previously - Less fiddly than going back through blog. I've also put together a website of my writing - fact and fantasy - link on profiles page.

Hope this is of interest.

Suzee
xx

Blighty's question on older/younger spankers set me thinking about mainstream imagery. Although those that are into spanking and/or BDSM are very mixed, the images are not. Spanking in mainstream imagery (cartoons, jokes,advertising, old films and sitcoms etc)tends to be older man, younger woman or contemporaries, but male spanker, female spankee. Images of BDSM always seem to focus on dominatrixes however, and I'm not aware of age issue, other than they seem (to me) to fall into the 'male-imagined women' for the 'male gaze' and tend to be very attractive and usually (but not always) young.

Personally, my fantasy fodder as said in earlier blog was the male as lover or authority figure so my fantasies have followed the older man stereotype. I do not see this as important in reality however. There are certainly very nice young men out there into spanking who would be very tempting if I were single.

It so happens that in reality, the love of my life, fellow-spanko and very personal spanker is four years older than me, but that's not an issue.

I think the fun of spanking is about power-relationship stuff so a younger spanker is perfect for table-turning scenarios. Possibly being set in my waysI tend to write contemporary or older man younger woman stuff, but have written a couple of stories with older spankee, younger spanker. In one, the young spanker is the boss, so there is another hierarchy in place. In the other it's a 'posh' older woman and a younger rock musician.

What fascinates me Suzee is the fact that for younger people spanking was not even a distant threat in their schooling. What are they looking back to in order to be aroused by it? Perhaps, with it stopping being used as a punishment at school it is only now just a fantasy to them without the genuine fear that it aroused in people like us, who enjoy it sexually but were still afraid of it when we were at school?

It seems to make no difference. As you say, there are plenty of young people who are equally fascinated, who were not born until after the abolition of corporal punishment in schools. Not sure the reality of fear is part of it for everybody.

While I like timsuzi, was terrified of cane at school, it wasn't my primary fantasy, though and I'm not particularly into school scene, despite finding canes sexy. My favourite fantasy growing up was always lover/husband/potential lover or husband and feisty, wayward female.

When I was first looking for fantasy fodder, school scene stuff would have been exciting for me, only because of the spanking or caning, not because of the setting. Now I've read so much spanking stuff I have become far more discerning about what I read. That said, it's a while since I've read anything other than my own stuff.

Oh and for any new readers of my blog - I am anti-violence and only approve of fully consensual spanking between adults. I also consider the physical chastisement of children as abuse at worst and sign of chastiser's limitation at best, but have no wish to discuss this topic as it would seem completely inappropriate to do so here.

...This is a bit of an obsession of mine

I am amazed at the everyday references and jokes re BDSM and spanking. The following is from a fictonal piece I'm writing, but Suzee's observations mirror things I've witnessed. The Ikea incident was a wooden spatula - I was the one who bought flyswats!

I'm also aware that although some of us who have actually visited spanking sites, there are those with the secret fantasy who haven't dared discuss let alone explore this stuff And those like me who have been fortunate to meet a partner with matching kink are not exactly thick on the ground, although there are significant numbers of us.

And spanking references suddenly seemed to be everywhere. There appeared to be jokes and allusions on TV and in the papers regularly. It was everywhere from ‘Big Brother’ to ‘Comic Relief’. She’d even seen ‘spankers’ on display along with handcuffs in a perfectly respectable card shop as part of a Valentine’s Day promotion. It was different from the exciting occasional image or reference she remembered from her youth in old films and reruns of sit coms - The ‘naughty’ girlfriend or wife, or the reluctant, feisty girl being upended and learning a new respect for the tall, dark, brooding man who spanked her – Damn! Her fantasy figure was back again!
Nowadays people seemed to joke about spanking and even encourage it! She’d been amazed and embarrassingly disturbed when the man in Ikea had picked up the fly swat and whacked his partner with it. The woman’s laugh and the way she held his hand as he added it to their trolley had sent Suzee reeling. And then there was the man in Marks – Marks and Spencer’s for heaven’s sake! – who’d been laughingly whacking his partner’s bottom as she walked through the clothing section giggling.
All this joking was all very well, mused Suzee, but her fantasy authority figure was as powerful as ever. She was bright enough to know that height and apparent seriousness were not the best criteria for choosing a man, and hadn’t led to her finding the spanker of her imagination (and of course it was only a fantasy, as she reassured herself), but it was hard to change the patterns of a lifetime, she sighed to herself.

Having written about my Cariad jokingly threatening to 'turn the tables' I was reminded of my 'cross over' story. it was written for a straight audience rather than a spanking one, but based on someone fantasising about spanking and BDSM and visitng such sites. It was meant to be amusing rather than erotic, but with enough references to TTTWD (this thing that we do) to make it fun for others who share my enthusiasm.

Sarah's fantasies are of the 'switch' variety which means that being more egalitarian than me she likes to give as well as receive...

Here's an extract around table turning...

Sarah enjoyed the chat rooms but found some of the participants a little crude and limited in their imagination. She discovered some more discerning friends and started to exchange some more sophisticated correspondence. She also discovered she was rather good at writing imaginative scenarios for both Saucy Sarah and Lady Sarah. In return for her stories and scenarios she would be privy to her opposite numbers’ plans or hopes for her as well as their other fantasies. She was also gratified at the responses she received when she ‘posted’ stories on selected notice boards. There was something exciting about knowing all those men and some women longed to serve Lady Sarah. And many wished to add to the discomfort of poor beleaguered Saucy Sarah. She was especially excited by the handful of men who wished to turn the tables on Lady Sarah and give her a taste of her own whip. The idea of Lady Sarah being treated like Saucy Sarah was a thread of correspondence that excited Sarah and many of her fans.

As Sarah leaned against the kitchen unit nursing her coffee and relieving the ache in her too-sedentary bottom she thought about her secret cyber life and her settled existence with Simon. She didn’t like being secretive and genuinely had no secrets from him before her cyber explorations. It was rather embarrassing though, finding herself so caught up in this extra-curricular sexual interest...

...Once again Lady Sarah had had the tables turned. Her ‘despised son of a yokel’ would-be suitor had accepted his whipping but refused to thank her and instead grabbed the whip, reminding Lady Sarah of her vulnerability. Lady Sarah always took such whippings with more dignity than Saucy Sarah who was apt to making rather a fuss. Never-the-less it took all her dignity to remain stoical at her subjection to a bare-bottomed spanking as though she were a naughty child rather than a grand lady…

i think this is really funny although it's quite old now...

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/footy/

Suzee
xx

I had a lovely afternoon with my Cariad - romance, cuddles,play, picnic lunch indoors, chat serious and frivolous and a final cuddle before he had to go away on a business trip. As it happens my old school tie (it might only be a Cathlic comp but it's still my OST!) was around the doorknob so I joked about a spot of bondage as a delaying tactic and we got the giggles as to how he'd explain his absence. And then he said if I'd tried it he'd have had to turn the tables... And of course both our imaginations were fired as we thought of how that would turn out - Apparently I'd be over the table! We were still sad he had to go, but somewhat distracted - I hope he was able to concentrate on his driving!

Well I finished all of MW's oeuvre and now not sure what I'm in mood for now... As said, reading quickly and back-to-back you do pick up author's quirks and patterns, but there is enough variety for it not to irritate. I like the way she has similar characters in different books who make different choices or have other things happen that dictate the paths they take. she also throws in what may be more coincidence than Dickens, but knowingly and in a way that made me not mind. And while she may engineer meetings that I awaited with baited breath, they don't always go the way one would expect. Having reread them all I'm more impressed than I was before.

ps No spanking, but two knowing taps on the bottom - One by character I found weak and one by rather sexy older man

Well, I'm not sure if stats playing up, but I have had rather a lot of visits recently so thought I'd write about spanking...

As said elsewhere, I've had the fantasies since childhood - they just got more complex as I got older. For me the whole scenario and build-up is part of the eroticism of the spanking fantasy, not just the spanking itself. For some reason I self-censor to a certain extent even in fantasy and am not comfortable with non-consent even in fantasy. Reluctant consent is an area I find particularly erotic and one doesn't have to be that much of a psychologist to understand that.

This is an extract from a spanking story I've written called 'Workplace Discipline'.

When Christine wept and pleaded for her job she told herself she wasn’t selling out to the powers that be; she was harnessing her forces so she could continue the good work in the future. Keeping her job would allow her to fight future battles from a position of strength. Pilger and Foot couldn’t be the campaigning incorruptible forces for good if they hadn’t hung on to their jobs and worked up to their power bases. That was what she intended doing. Begging for her job was not selling out.

Never had Jonah been so determined. Who’d have thought it? He found her tears and entreaties difficult though and became quite exasperated.
“For two pins I’d put you over my knee and teach you a lesson in respect and discipline you’d never forget, young lady! But life’s not like that.”
Christine would never know what desperation, cunning or frustration led to her hotheaded reply.
“If I got to keep my job and to prove I’d learnt my lesson for two pins I’d let you!”

They stared at each other in astonishment. Jonah shook his head as though in a daze. He repeated that life wasn’t like that and once again told Christine that she could collect her cards after her apology. Christine was desperate. His impulsive remark was the only sign of weakness he’d shown in his determination to be rid of her. She didn’t know if he was kinky or what but she suspected that despite his bluster he wanted her respect. It wasn’t like she’d have to have sex with him or anything…

“Oh, please Jonah – Mr. Smithers. I know I’ve been foolish but I’d do anything, anything to show you how sorry I am. And I’d do anything to prove I’ve really learnt my lesson and I really respect you” she cried, thinking on her feet.
“I know you’re too much of a gentleman to take advantage of me and I won’t demean either of us by offering you ‘favours’” – “that’ll make sure the old letch doesn’t think he can bone me,” she thought – “but I’m willing to be punished as you see fit. I know I’ve been silly and I can see that punishing me like a naughty girl would make sense. Give me the chance to prove myself.”

Christine could see the play of fear, desire, confusion and interest playing over his face. Older men were such pushovers. It was just a case of getting them to think with their pricks she told herself.

“Please, Mr. Smithers. I know I’ve been foolish. If you want to – you know – spank me – We both know I deserve it. Nobody’s ever done it to me before. I know I’m a bit headstrong and – disrespectful – sometimes… Perhaps it’s because I lack discipline as you’ve said. I need a role model I can look up to.” Wow, was she cooking on gas, thought Christine; appealing to his vanity but giving him a chance to have power over her. She knew enough about men and their sordid little fantasies and she could handle Jonah she told herself. A smacked bottom was a small price to pay. It couldn’t hurt that much…

…She hastily lifted the troublesome garment and slid it over her head, vaguely registering the firmness of her erect nipples as her skirt slid down over her breasts. The touch of her skirt over her throbbing bottom, even before she did it up renewed her weeping despite her best efforts to hide her continued pain. She gave up and got some meagre satisfaction from her renewed sobbing as she slowly buttoned and zipped over the evidence of her first spanking.

Jonah’s sharp “What a fuss over a smacked bottom!” reminded Christine of her earlier thoughts regarding ‘just a smacked bottom’. She had never thought it could hurt so much, nor have guessed the depth of the humiliation of office discipline. When Jonah asked her didn’t she have a home to go to she somehow dragged herself to the ladies which was thankfully deserted, and washed her face, ready for her journey home. She also hadn’t realised the implications to her work life.

When she next turned up for work it was as though it had never happened except Christine knew that the old scroat had ordered her over his knee and she’d gone over willingly and been spanked by him. It was humiliating but astonishingly made her feel embarrassingly sexy when she thought about it.

When a fortnight later Jonah asked her to hurry up with the programme notes if she wanted to avoid another taste of office discipline she’d astonished herself with her impulsive retort of “You and whose army?”
Jonah’s quick “You’ll find out my girl” astonished them both.

When she delivered the perfectly processed notes in ten minutes both were aware of her slight bend to place them on his desk and both held their breath. Jonah glanced at the soundman in the outer office oblivious to him and Christine and gave in to his impulse. His playful slap of her rump and warning “That’s for your insolence Miss Miller! Any more nonsense and I’ll have to administer proper office discipline to that bottom of yours” was met with a blush. Jonah realised that he may get to view the Miller rump again in the future…

Had a lovely time with my Cariad today.
He had to spend some time in the grotty attic as we had a leaky tank, but we found a very nice way to reward us both for his time and effort. Unlike the hard work on a hot day that inspired 'Too damn Hot' today was hot but far more bearable. The attic was pretty airless but a shower, cool breeze and airy bedroom allowed us to unwind nicely.

I was a bit self-coscious of open windows as spanking is such a noisy activity, but nobody seemed to be in their garden at the time! My Cariad reckons caning is quieter than spanking and he's quite right. The fact that the cane is amazingly erotic is of course coincidental...

Normal service has been resumed!

...but option not available. Same thing has happened to my blog. Only latest posting showing. And it looks same format as yours.
As an experiment I clicked on one of your earlier postings (via link through 'comments' list) and that apppeared as 'normal'.
I'm off out so can't chase up, but will check what's happening on my return.
Cheers,
Suzee
xxxxx

I finished 'Not That Sort of A Girl' and am now three-quarters of the way through 'Second Fiddle'.

When rereading one author back-to-back one can't help noticing certain patterns, but there is such variety and humanity as well as imagination that I am more impressed rather than less.

I love the way her characters pop up in other books, without making each book less than slef-contained. Learning more about Calypso and others in books about other people is just such a lovely bonus.

Current book is dedicated to Robert Bolt. Apparently he wanted to marry her, but she didn't take him up on his offer. I did listen to Wild Mary extracts on Listen Again, so have some background. I think I may have to read the book though. she was such a facinating and compassionate woman.

This list is complementary to the one Lasttape posted on moving on I think, and while more general is rather lovely.

Did anyone else see 'Making Slough Happy' on the box? I thought it was really good - it was science of happiness stuff and seemed more sensible that some might assume. The list of happiness rules overlapped with the list Lasttape posted and made sense I thought.

Instructions for Life in the new millennium from the Dalai Lama:

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, respect for others and responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go some place you've never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

All this stuff about hot weather reminded me of a story I wrote last summer. It's anohter one with no actual spanking but lots of spanking thoughts It was based on my cariad and I being so hot we didn't think we'd be in mood for spanking. Unlike our alteregos in the story we were, however, made of sterner stuff!
Here's an extract.

...Stan came out of the shower, towelling himself with more energy than Suzee had managed. By now Suzee had got under the thin summer duvet, appreciating its initial coolness against her skin. As Stan towelled his hair she apologised to him:
“I know we agreed to a spanking, Lover, but it’s just too damn hot! I honestly don’t think I can cope and for the first time ever, it doesn’t appeal to me! It’s so nice just lying here… How about a siesta and you can owe me a spanking?”
After the work on the car and the still oppressive heat, Stan could think of nothing nicer than lying with Suzee. Sometimes just being peaceful and easy together was so lovely….
With a smile and reassurances, Stan agreed and Suzee threw back the quilt so he could join her.
It was so lovely just lying side by side, that Stan decided that he didn’t even need lovemaking, let alone spanking to make the afternoon perfect. And as they lie there separately but holding hands lightly, Suzee echoed Stan’s silent thoughts.
And then Stan idly ran his hand down Suzee’s side and she couldn’t help a flicker of desire. And somehow Stan caught the flicker and couldn’t resist the lightest touch of her breast and Suzee found herself reaching to kiss Stan. Stan kissed her back and casually run his hand over her exposed bottom and sent both of them on an erotic journey of memory and imagination as they both knew the power of Stan spanking Suzee was always there for them.
With a sigh Suzee whispered:
“I really am too hot, Darling…”
“I know,” he whispered back. “This time you’ve got away with it, my love, bit believe me, you will pay very soon.”
Suzee shivered, despite the heat.
“How?”
With a laugh Stan told her.
“You know how, Suzee. You’re going to get a very long hard spanking. Not only to make you feel better about damaging the car so carelesslessly but to compensate for me having to slave away in this heat…”
And as he ran his fingers lightly over her bottom once more, he added:
“And of course I’m going to have to give you something extra, to compensate for being deprived today. The thought of taking down your knickers and smacking your bottom was the only thing that kept me working on that car in this heat…”
And Suzee tried to apologise, but it was awfully hard to concentrate when she was so hot and Stan was teasing her awakened flesh with light touches to her bottom and breasts and with the gentlest kisses to her eager mouth. And she couldn’t help her chain of thoughts, fired by his words and caresses:
“How will you spank me?” she whispered.
“Long and hard, Darling. Nothing less than the firm kiss of the cane will do, Suzee. You need some therapy administered to that naughty bottom of yours and I need to take down your knickers for a good hard caning. “
Despite the heat, Suzee was unable to do anything but move in to Stan for a long hard kiss...

I have extolled on these pleasures before, but re-reading Mary Wesley has reminded me of how enjoyable re-reading can be. Having a very unreliable memory and having phases of avid reading I tend to forget huge chunks of things I've read.

I'll remember some edited highlights and general gist of novels, so re-reading is strange mix of expected and unexpected. For example, I'd totally forgotten the beautiful cross-dressing young black man with skill to climb through windows in 'Harnessing Peacocks'.

And although I remembered general outcome of novel, I still wondered quite how certain strands would come together. Since then I've read 'The Vacillations of Poppy Carew' and have just started 'Not That Sort of Girl'

I love Eggbod's comment about MW's comment on death and soixante-neuf. Mary Wesley was certainly one of a kind.

Well, there I was opening my soul, sharing my thoughts and what do I find? That I get the most animated dialogue out of complaining about the Blogland hijackers!
I may have to give up this spanking lark....

Finished 'Camomile Lawn' last night and just started 'Harnessing Peacocks' all three books so far exceed memory. I'd not realised it was so long since she died...

Tuesday, 31 December, 2002, 13:34 GMT
Author Mary Wesley dies
Mary Wesley
Wesley's last book was about her life in Devon
Author Mary Wesley, who wrote The Camomile Lawn, has died at the age of 90.

Wesley was seen as one of the UK's finest authors after having her first novel published when she was 70.

She died at her home in Totnes, Devon, on Monday.

She was someone who started a new wave of writing
Tony Eady
Son

The Camomile Lawn, a delicate story of a family's last holiday before World War II, was her most famous work.

It was turned into a television drama starring Felicity Kendal and Jennifer Ehle in 1991.

"She was a deeply feminine woman who wrote about being a woman in a way which had not been done before," her son, literary agent Tony Eady said.

He said she "started a new wave of writing".

Other well-known works included Jumping the Queue, An Imaginative Experience and The Vacillations of Poppy Carew.

Born Mary Aline Mynors Farmar in Berkshire in 1912, Wesley worked for the War Office during World War II.

She wrote two children's books in 1969, and the death of her second husband, journalist Eric Siepmann, in 1970, left her almost penniless.

Sixty should be the time to start something new, not put your feet up
Mary Wesley
Recent interview

Her first novel, Jumping the Queue, was not published until 1983, and The Camomile Lawn became her first commercial success the following year.

"I have no patience with people who grow old at 60 just because they are entitled to a bus pass," she said in a recent interview.

"Sixty should be the time to start something new, not put your feet up."

One critic described her as "one of the most distinctive voices in English fiction" while others praised her use of "gutsy" heroines who were strong and often shocking.

Her last book, Part of the Scenery, published in 2001, was about her life in Devon and her memories of the area.

Another bit from a story about a spanko virgin.This one is a college lecturer and member of the Sealed Knot and is not based on anyone I've ever met (Honest, Guv!)

...but that was the trouble with women – One minute you’re their knight in shining armour and the next the rubbish needs taking out as he often thought. It was no wonder he cherished memories of his first love and settled for brief encounters of the sexual kind. Of course if Celia had run away with him it would all have been different…
Sadly for Gareth he’d not found his soul mate still. Although Celia along with his first love was now his excuse for not settling down still, deep down he knew she was not truly the one for him; after all despite her enthusiasm for illicit couplings in the church hall she wasn’t exactly the sort of girl you could put across your knee for a damned good spanking… funnily enough, he could imagine the sometimes sanctimonious Celia delivering such punishment but not receiving it – and that wouldn’t have suited young Gareth at all!
His dreams were simple – Rescuing pretty maidens then spanking them for being so foolish as to imperil themselves in the first place. And of course, his pretty damsels were always so grateful to be rescued by a real man that he would get them to submit to his firm but fair discipline in the future. A man wouldn’t mind putting up shelves and putting out the rubbish if he could turn his lover over his knee when she got a bit ‘uppity’ or neglectful he told himself. Of course he kept such musings private; hardly ‘politically correct’ he told himself sadly, although he knew enough to know that his soul mate might be out there somewhere (he’d read the sexual fantasy stuff – purely research – he was after all a sociologist! - and knew that he wasn’t alone). He was broa