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…