I thought after the serious debate I'd post something I wrote that is intended to be both sexy and frivolous. There are people who practice what they call 'domestic discipline'(DD) that seems to be literally just that. Some of them consider it non-sexual. Robert and Carole are fictional practitioners and Carole claims that DD is a form of therapy and gets spanked in a kathartic way to Robert's erotic pleasure. This extract is from a story about Robert's fiftieth and is about delivering an unashamedly erotic spanking. it also explains why when asked if spanking leads to sex i say yes, but sex also leads to spanking. Like 'Robert', I see eroticism and sexuality as circular rather than linear...
...Robert nibbled her ear, whispered she was a saucy wench and discovered the outline of her new basque under her pretty but modest dress. As he pressed her to his twitching, burgeoning eagerness he slid up the back of her dress and murmured “Naughty, naughty, naughty Carole,” as he discovered the silky tie-sided briefs she had bought especially for his birthday. “Boy, do you deserve a spanking”, he groaned, as he clutched her twitching bottom. Of course Carole tried to protest but Robert’s erection was almost bruising her, so tightly was she clutched to him, and that mesmerising massage of her bottom and his ear-nibbling and lust-filled murmurings… and it was his birthday…
“No Robert, I don’t think…”
And suddenly Carole was being pulled upstairs. Of course when they reached the bedroom she didn’t move a muscle as requested by her eager husband, other than to help him quickly remove her dress. She was proud of her figure and knew how well she looked in her scarlet and black basque with the matching skimpy knickers but she was embarrassed at the naked lust in his eyes as Robert drunk in every inch of his wife’s secret birthday present – herself gift-wrapped!
She was astonished at how quickly the usually careful Robert stripped off completely and was once again proud and embarrassed – this time by the lewd display of his swaying erection and his obvious delight in her naughty underwear. Her lingerie had certainly got sexier recently but she’d never worn red and black before, nor chosen a corselet that supported her breasts but barely covered her nipples in see-through lace…
“You are so naughty…” and now his naked manhood was pressed directly against her flimsy red knickers as he massaged her bottom. She wouldn’t think about the look he gave her as he’d carefully placed his belt on the bed, despite the carelessness towards his other clothes…
“…so naughty…” as her nipples were drawn out over their lacy confines and revealed to his probing gaze, fingers and tongue…
“…so very, very, very, naughty” as he squeezed her bottom and sucked her nipples…
Carole told herself that as a sensual woman and loving wife she would of course please her husband on his birthday but do nothing kinky… It was only natural that she would trust her husband and of course she wouldn’t question his understandable desire for her. It was only the heat of the moment that made her unaware that after nibbling her breasts and massaging her bottom she was somehow on the bed in basque, knickers, black stockings and her highest stilettos and somehow over his lap… As Robert leaned against the headboard with his wife’s bottom on his thighs Carole felt a pang of anxiety but his hand on her bottom and his murmurings rendered her helpless. She really didn’t intend parting her thighs but they were a sensual couple and Robert’s hand was irresistible, especially as his other hand was playing havoc with her sensitive nipple.
She became dimly aware of Robert’s full concentration on her bottom and aching inner thighs when the first lazy slap landed on her silky covered bottom. She was about to protest, but despite the shock of the unexpectedness, it could have been an over-enthusiastic caress she told herself as the stroking of her inner thighs made her eager for more intimate contact… The second ‘caress’ felt rather like a spank but she was confused by the further attention to her bottom and thighs that encouraged her to move towards that sneaky stroking hand… The resounding slap to her full bottom left her in no doubt she was being spanked, but the following caress over and inside her silky briefs confused her and halted her protests beyond her automatic yelp of surprise...












