Thoughtful, Curious Spankee

FAO Phillip

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:08:40 +0100

Attempted to answer emails but what I thought was an AOL address failed. If you want to send an email address to my website or via BS I will forward reply.
Cheers,
Suzee

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Is spanking sexual? Another angle

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 13:08:11 +0200

This is a huge issue in Spanko World. Some see it as non-sexual and get some sort of emotional, cathartic or sensual 'hit' or an endorphin high and enjoy it in a different way. I can sort of understand, but suspect some (and I do mean some, not all) may be kidding themselves - especially when they have a good reason to see it as a non-sexual act because of their particular circumstances or belief system.

For me it is sexual, not because I inevitably follow spanking with actual sex (it's a great idea, but not mandatory>" class="middle" border="0"> ) but because I find the idea sexually exciting and thinking about spanking is sexually arousing for me.

I was thinking about this the other day and had new perspective. Something I read a while ago made me realise that I (and I assume loads of other spankos) may have conditioned myself into my sexual connection by positively reinforcing idea of it being sexual.

Before I was sexually aware I found idea of spanking exciting. I had no experience, there was a thrill at idea. I would think about spanking and feel excited, but in a vague way. Only after I became sexually active did I choose to make spanking a sexual fantasy and as it was used as a fantasy I was 'rewarded' by the thoughts with sexual satisfaction. I therefore reinforced the idea that it was sexy because not only was it exciting, the thoughts became associated with sexual satisfaction.

So while for those who see it as non-sexual but satisfying in other ways, then I assume the connection with sexual satisfaction is perhaps not there. If spanking is 'satisfying' like bungee jumping, running a marathon or hang gliding it is non-sexual.

Also perhaps on the other hand, if one is into bungee jumping, running a marathon or hang gliding one could perhaps (and possibly some do)get a sexual thrill from the activities by incorporating them into fantasy leading to sexual satisfaction...

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I think I've just become single...

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:37:36 +0200

I feel as close to my Cariad as ever, but life has taken its toll and we appear to have moved to friendship instead. It is sad, but also a new chapter...

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More on sex and spanking

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 20:03:01 +0200

I've been browsing elsewhere as well as having conversations with others and have become aware of something rather new to me. It appears that male spankers who find spanking sexual appear to be amazingly keen on their female playmates' sexual fulfilment. This is non-scientific and absolutely anecdotal and based on chat. It has got me thinking though.

As said elsewhere, there is a significant minority of folk into spanking and similar for whom it appears not to be sexual. I and many others however feel somewhat differently. Seeing spanking as sexual does not necessarily mean always overt sexual behaviour accompanying spanking - simply acknowledging it as erotic.

Anyway - back to those who do find it erotic - it seems that some male spankers get a real buzz from their partners' excitement, apparently still regardless on whether it is acted upon or not depending on circumstances and relationships. If appropriate they appear to be happy to provide direct sexual stimulation regardless of receipt of similar attentions. I find this very intriguing.

I can see that in terms of psychological eroticism - head sex- rather than straight physical equivalent, giving pleasure makes sense. But there does appear to be a possible selfless component to this, hence the intrigue.

Those I know who are into spanking are totally into consent only and usually the mantra of 'safe' sane, consensual' which is as it should be. Fantasy, however, for those on giving or receiving end of such actions is more often than not non-consensual and usually 'punishment'. I wonder if the reassurance of the spankee's sexual enjoyment is a balance and distancing from the fantasy - a reassurance that despite the darker elements of the fantasy, on the whole spankers are nice, considerate people? Or are sexually motivated spankers just very considerate people?

My tentative thesis is based on Male/female combination of Spanker and spankee - no idea of other combinations as not had the conversations...

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'Outgrowing' Sex and/or Spanking.

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 20:17:28 +0200

This is something I've been pondering, following a discussion on a spanking site:
http://www.britishspanking.com/forums/showthread.php?t=45640

I see spanking as sexual, but not everybody into spanking does. Whether it is or isn't sexual for people, however, it is an urge. Some welcome it and some don't. Attitudes to whether it is a curse or enhancement are similar to feelings around sex - Some of us wish 'it' would go away and feel a sense of relief whan it does. Others enjoy the spark it gives us and the feeling of being alive.

I have been in a non-spanking relationship that became celibate. My partner seemed to feel free of the 'itch' and quite happy to be 'past all that'. I didn't. I see the same would be true of spanking. If a couple are happy to no longer want sex and/or spanking in their lives that is great. Similarly where a couple feel more alive because of their particular 'urge' still being with them - that too is great. We are lucky to have enmeshed needs in a relationship. neither is better - just different.

Some people who are into spanking appear to choose to have a relationship with each other , but choose not to include spanking in the relationship - possibly because they see it as a more meaningful relationship.

For me a spankee finding soulmate who wants to spank her or him sounds like an amazing combination. While it is possible to have a 'purer' relationship by not choosing spanking and/or sex I don't see why one would, as both are just fabulous with the one you love. I think of it as a 'gestalt' effect - that somehow certain intimacies are wonderful and the whole relationship can be so much more than the sum of the parts. Walks in the wood, discussing books, watching films, being 'peaceful and easy', tenderness and laughter do not lose meaning when shared with someone who spanks me - quite te opposite.

I am genuinely intrigued by what may be gained by not 'indulging' in activities enjoyed by both - whether spanking, sex or something else. I can see a possible spiritual dimension, but I just don't get it.

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Ffwch-mi Shoe Company...

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:57:24 +0200

Further to my last post on the subject - my lovely friend Linda looks utterly fabulous in red lipstick and highheels. She was at a meeting in England and sporting a pair of FMs. An English colleague envied them and when Linda described them as FMs she thought it was name of Welsh shoe supplier!>" class="middle" border="0">

Ths is a pic of my fab new shoes:

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Homage to Beryl Cook - naughty but fun!

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:02:20 +0200

My Cariad and I have just celebrated six years' of togetherness and rather a lot of spanking.>" class="middle" border="0">
I'm not a proper exhibitonist, but we'd always planned that my Cariad would do some spanking illustrations to go with my writing and we'd take saucy pics for inspiration for such drawings, but somehow we'd never got round to it.
I christened my gorgeous new 'F-M'* shoes and wanted a pic and that triggered the idea for a private photo shoot.
I think this pic is fun and a bit naughty in a typically Beryl Cook sort of way -

I think if Beryl was a spanko she may have done a pic like this:

Anyway we did have a lovely anniversary - not sure if the roast lamb dinner or my roasting was the highlight though...

*F-Ms are sexy shoes and stand for f**k me>" class="middle" border="0">

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Spanking conversations

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:47:16 +0200

Had catch up with a couple of feminist friends yesterday. Both lovely, open women with husbands, active sex-lives, grown-up kids, grandchildren and lifetime of experience.

One knew my secret and other didn't so told her. Neither 'got' it nor fancied it but were OK about it. It was interesting to discuss the journey of coming to terms with such ideas as a feminist and be understood. They felt that my tentative anecdotal hypothesis that men more likely to get what they want sexually, because they actually ask was probably true.

And yet again I discovered that if my friends were told I had a kink of this sort they would inevitably assume that I would get my kicks at the other end of the cane! Seems I'm easier to imagine as a Domme than a spankee! I have worked this out, and although I have met submissive women (not just spankees) who are assertive and strong, I can see it is hard to imagine such women wanting to be put over a knee or bent over for the cane. I think there is a delicious incongruity which adds to the excitement and eroticism. I'm aware of the cliche of the High Court Judge or powerful woman who enjoys the 'escape' from responsibility through age play or corporal punishment, but that's not it either, as I've had fantasy and thrilled at idea since childhood - it's been there whether I have personal power or not.

I've written a book of (non-spanking!) short stories - three of which were partly inspired by one of the friends and her experiences. I gave them both a copy of my tales, despite fact I knew from draft that the 'inspiration' didn't like the unromantic ending of one of stories she inspired! She's yet to read the one where central character with a similar experience to her attempts murder!>" class="middle" border="0">

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happiness...

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 11:42:47 +0200

...is a well-spanked bottom.

My Cariad and I have been together a while, live in different cities, have various responsibilities and our time together is limited. Spanking like other aspects of sexuality tends to get subsumed by life in general and we have the spanking equivalent of the comfort of the double bed taking over from the hurlyburly of the chaise longue to misquote Mrs Campbell.

last night my Cariad and I arranged to meet for an evening out, knowing we'd be spending another night apart. I got thinking back to our early days and sent him a naughty email and (being real life) he didn't open it!:-(" class="middle" border="0">

I told him of content and my thoughts and added a nostalgic twist to our evening. We always stop for a little kiss and cuddle before going our separate ways and did so as usual. Only this time I got a spanking as well.

I've written before about unslaked passion/delayed gratification.
http://suzeemoon.blog.co.uk/2005/12/04/in_praise_of_unslaked_lust~360342/
http://suzeemoon.blog.co.uk/2006/01/11/sex_is_great_but~463013/

Slaked lust, requited passion etc is wonderful, but so is the alternative when it is an added extra. Like a passionate kiss and cuddle in the car or a fumble on the way home it is exhilarating, sexy and makes you feel alive. It is also somehow very youthful and reminds me of how much fun it used to be to just kiss and cuddle and get weak-kneed.

We'd not spanked in the car for a few years and first time in his current car. Back seats can be a pain, but like the chaise longue, that's part of the charm. I realise that if we did not have regular opportunities for the comfort of the double bed, I would feel differently, but reawakening the memories of the chaise is definitely recommended!>" class="middle" border="0">

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Stats

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:19:35 +0200

Have I ever said that when I write spanking stuff I get fewer comments but more pages read?
Nothing from "Disgusted of Tumbridge Wells" so far...

I've been reading bits and pieces I've written over the years and had a look for spanking stuff in the Nancy Friday fantasy books. I like my own stuff as it reflects my taste (unsurprisingly) but nice to read other stuff. I love it when I hear the word 'spanking' unexpectedly or come across something in a book or on the box unexpectedly.

I saw some stff about Leonard Cohen on BBC 4 last night - His voice is quite mesmerising and something very erotic about that melanchony - wonder if he's a spanker...

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Spanking stuff

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:37:14 +0200

I'm getting a bit lazy here, so thought I'd post a little something on my chosen specialist area...>" class="middle" border="0">
It's from an experiential piece called 'Almost Role Play'

...and of course I ended up bent over the table with him smoothing my skirt, admiring the view and feel and using rulers, hairbrush and cane over my skirt. And as we both enjoyed the charge, we knew it was merely the opening gambit to the raising of my skirt and the lowering of my knickers for more ‘reinforcement’ of a lesson I’d followed well. There were some questions of factors deciding strokes of my skirt-clad bottom to begin, but somehow, maths got forgotten other than when he chose to tell me how many strokes to expect from one or other instrument.

I love being spanked over his knee and it is the most intimate and somehow ‘true’ way to be spanked, but bending over, especially having had my knickers taken down for the cane is the pinnacle of spanking eroticism. The lowering of one’s knickers raises a wonderful rush of excitement and fear that often leads to an almost involuntary protest and anxiety. And this, while imagining his complementary excitement, desire and determination as he slides down the material and uncovers his intended target.

Being bent over the table in heels and stilettos, with skirt up and knickers around my thighs I try to hold my position to the rain of strokes from hand, rulers and cane, aware of the erotic charge of my nervous compliance as he decides how I am to be spanked.

And there is a matching, but different thrill as I am held firmly to his side and under his arm in an intimate embrace, knowing I am about to be smacked very hard and will be unable to resist trying to wriggle away from the source of the erotic and painful smacks to my already-stinging bottom...

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The earth moved...

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 14:03:03 +0200

...and I didn't feel a thing!
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/2009/06/06/earthquake-hits-port-talbit-91466-23805180/

A minor earthquake has been felt by a number of homes, police said today.

Concerned residents in south Wales contacted the police shortly before 9pm last night after experiencing lights flickering and a tremor.

The British Geological Survey later confirmed there had been an earthquake with a magnitude of three with an epicentre just over six miles north east of Port Talbot.

A spokeswoman for South Wales Police said: “We had three reports yesterday evening. Members of the public from the Wild Mill and Sarn area of Bridgend reported feeling a tremor.

“The British Geological Survey confirmed an earthquake had occurred 10km northeast of Port Talbot with a magnitude of three.”

She added: “There were no reports of damage or injuries.”

A spokeswoman for the South Wales Fire and Rescue Service said they were informed about the earthquake by police but were not called out to assist any residents.

Cleaner Michelle Thomas said it was not the first earthquake the area has had this month.

The 36-year-old from Bryncethin, Bridgend, claims to have felt two other quakes earlier this month.

“Last night it was just a little tremor and a light flicker,” she said.

“It happened last week and the week before that so we have had three in the last month.

“I’m not bothered by it because I’ve been to Turkey and on the outskirts of earthquakes there. These ones are just little tremors.”

On the earthquake section of their website, the British Geological Survey said they had a report from one local resident describing “the whole house creaked and it felt like it moved”.

Another told them “the experience felt like a car had collided with the house”.

The website added: “This is the largest event to occur in this area since a magnitude 3.8 earthquake on 23 May 1975, approximately 7km (4.3 miles) southwest of Merthyr Tydfil.

“Historically, however, larger earthquakes, with magnitudes ranging from 4.9 to 5.2, have been known to occur to the west of this event, the last and largest of these being a magnitude 5.2 that occurred in 1906 close to Port Talbot.

“Known as the Swansea earthquake, this was one of the most damaging earthquakes in Britain in the whole of the 20th century.”

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Wild West Saloon Girls

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 18:53:57 +0200

Somehow got into silly chat about Wild West Saloon Girls on a BBC messageboard thread after I failed to pick up clues for 'garters'.
There is something about the Wild West and the Saloon Girl look that seems both very sexy andd fertile for spanking scenarios - may be result of certain moments from Bonanza and John Wayne - What was it with him and Maureen O'Hara?
http://photobucket.com/images/john%20wayne%20spanking/

My Cariad and I have written a couple of stories based in Wild West and this is an extract from an unpublished one wot I rote featuring Saloon girls and their underpinnings>" class="middle" border="0">

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…You two know the score…Lou will raise your skirts, ladies…and part your drawers for you…”

Once again Suzee and Kitty found themselves bent over the familiar table. This time they were side by side at Stan’s instructions “to afford a better view” to the “outraged citizens”. With a grin that made Suzee hope her blush went unnoticed Stan drawled that he’d been practising his backhand. Suzee and Kitty were drawn on to tip toes by a smirking Peg and Sadie pulling their wrists. All the girls knew the deputy liked to have a naughty bottom presented at just the right angle… This time no protest came from either woman.

At Stan’s nod and the collective intake of breath by the rapt audience, Lou raised Kitty’s skirts first. Lou knew she’d be made to pay for her choice but she felt Suzee deserved some reward for her bravery, despite her airs and graces. The whoop drew the distracted girl’s attention to her boss’s unexpected sudden nakedness! The haughty older girl was already bare-bummed! She wore what appeared to be long drawers, but were in fact merely frills tied above her knees. After her rude comments about her girls sometimes dispensing with their drawers, she was the one caught without her underwear! At one swoop the saloon-owner’s bare backside was on sudden and unexpected display to the delight of the punters.

Shaking with both nerves and suppressed laughter Lou raised Suzee’s layers of protective skirt and petticoats. No one wore as many layers of white cotton and lace as Suzee! As the pristine layers were raised an interested silence took over as the tops of her little boots and dark stockings came into view. The thin gauzy drawers just about covered her modesty and Suzee shook with trepidation as the gentle Lou undid the neat buttons and parting the drawers, slid them to one side so her round bottom was exposed to the now silent onlookers. As Suzee’s bottom was made visible and as vulnerable as Kitty’s, although a little more elegantly presented, the onlookers sighed once again at the sound of Stan unbuckling this belt. And Kitty and Suzee could not help but shiver in worried anticipation as they heard the belt slide though the loops of Stan’s Levis.

Stan debated with himself as he slid his belt through and clear of his dusty denims. Alternating his strokes between the girls had a certain charm. He remembered his enjoyment of such an ‘arrangement’ last time they’d both taken a public whupping. He was inclined to be merciful to Suzee though. She’d get it real hard all right, but as she was to take a second beating he thought he’d deliver the first, reasonably swiftly. Kitty’s totally bare bum made him grin, though! He was also willing to bet there was more going on than the girls were letting on…

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Just browsing...

Wed, 27 May 2009 00:17:49 +0200

...through old posts and found this para.

No idea why we have our 'kink', but not really bothered about that anymore. Like the perfect cup of tea, the sun on my back, chocolate, fabulous scenery, or the sea it simply works for me. And the pain is part of the pleasure.

That's all!>" class="middle" border="0">

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spanking stories

Mon, 25 May 2009 15:03:27 +0200

I have an idea for a story based on a housekeeper and based in present time, but wondering about the complexities of plausibility with current legislation and employee rights! It has to be present time and UK because it is the very implausibilty that will give it the tension. I need to find way of playing with theoretical non-consent within consent. She will have to have agreed, but expected it never to actual happen which gives space for subconscious and/or ambivalence to occur.
I am personally too PC to be comfortable with non-con even in fiction, but love the tension of reluctant consent which tends to be typical of my fantasies rather than straight submissive stuff.
The story is one on the backburner in my head. I have far more ideas than stories that are actually written. I have several unfinished, plus a few that are only a few paras or even a title so I don't forget about them.

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My Dad...

Mon, 18 May 2009 17:46:52 +0200

Was talking about my Porthcawl pic as time capsule image and thought about this pic I had of my dad and his workmates, which I love. Dad is one with cap and hands in pockets.

p.s. I'm back! Holiday was fab and just what was needed!

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Cheerio

Fri, 01 May 2009 21:36:15 +0200

Off on my hols for a while - Be good!>" class="middle" border="0">
Suzee
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College days...

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:31:04 +0200

A slightly older Suzee

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Beach days...

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 23:45:49 +0200

Just reminiscing about days on British beaches.
This is me on right hand side of pic sometime in the fifties...

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Casting clouts...

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 23:27:56 +0200

(as in clothing, not slaps!)>" class="middle" border="0">
Is it me, or is there an amazing amount of hawthorn/mayflower out this year? I don't remember noticing so much any other year - South East Wales seems to be full of it - and hawthorn! >" class="middle" border="0"> And obviously it's early as the May is out in April and all rather glorious.

Also saw some bluebells today - a mix of English and Spanish - wonder if the Spanish will have taken over by next year...

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Rasping Stockings...

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 17:52:17 +0200

I think I have an answer...
Apparently traditional stockings were mesh/micromesh or flat knit and micromesh were 'scratchy' which is what I was probably trying to describe in my story.
Found this dialogue at a stocking forum - there's a forum for everything nowadays isnt there?!
http://www.stockingshq.com/newforum/index.php/m/531420/72114/0///?SQ=6541074920c687c4c332dc1bb5be521d

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Not just daps...

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:34:59 +0200

As my heroine isn't actually wearing daps I thought I'd give you a taste of her attire - Apologies to those who've read it before, but I do love all the clothing parafanalia as well as the spanking stuff...

...The bustier was called a merry widow, which amused Isobel. She often missed Bunny but acknowledged the fun to be had as a so-called merry widow. The low cut push-up bra section above the clinched waist made the most of her trim figure and the attached suspenders made it a very sexy garment. It was well made and a perfect fit, which meant Isobel, could wear it for fairly long periods without it pinching her too much but she was always subtly aware of her slightly restrictive second skin.

Isobel loved modern stockings with the perfect fit guaranteed by cutting-edge technology but decided that dark fully- fashioned seamed stockings rather than lycra would be more in keeping with the look she was going for. She guessed that maids in any era would be unlikely to afford the best stockings let alone a designer merry widow but she knew what she liked and she could afford it. The stockings were great and a real trip down the memory lane of her youth. She remembered the rasp of the grown-up glamorous women of her youth as they elegantly crossed and uncrossed their legs at her mother’s afternoon teas and cocktail parties. As a teenager she’d been thrilled by her first tights and the freedom they offered, worn with her beloved mini-skirts; but now she favoured rather more sophisticated hosiery to match her elegant underwear.

She opted for quite traditional French knickers in black. They were a fine and very light silk and skilfully cut so they gently skimmed her curves and flared slightly at the scalloped edge but clung to the fullest part of her bottom.

She persuaded her merry widow designer to run up her maid’s outfit. As he made it to be worn with the underwear and to Isobel’s exact measurements it looked wonderful. It covered the bustier but was cut to show maximum cleavage of her well-supported breasts but no hint of strap or lacy cup on display. She knew that having bits of your bra on show was supposed to be fashionable but to her it was just vulgar. She looked as though she’d been sewn into the little black number with its fitted waist and sweetly flared skirt rustling several discreet inches above her knees. The layered and lightly stiffened white petticoats gave the dress some extra swish and complemented the rasp of her traditional stockings.

Her black leather ankle boots looked wonderful with the black stockings. The high narrow heels were flattering and the supple covering over her ankles made them more supportive than her similarly high shoes which she considered more boudoir wear, than socialising attire. Her little black boots worked well in and out the bedroom on a variety of men she’d discovered. The lacing and straps certainly drew attention and that was before some lucky men had had the pleasure of discovering how the straps and laces subtly mirrored the delightful intricacies of her underwear.

The traditional white pinafore and cap completed a look that was ever so slightly tarty but in such a way that no one would dare to voice such an opinion on Isobel’s obviously expensive fancy dress.

Luckily her merry widow was front-fastening Isobel mused as she strapped and tied herself in. There would have been something bizarre about requiring a maid to help her into her maid’s costume she thought, smiling at her reflection...

A member of a spanking site doesn't like short boots, but pragmatically she woudn't manage the day she had in very high strappy stilettos which I too prefer aesthetically - I like a lot of my fantasy to be possible.
Another man told me firmly that no stockings ever rasped, but I remember what I remember...

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The Dreaded Dap - Spanking, Welsh style...

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 01:19:31 +0200

This is story extract with mention of the mystery dap...

...What had she let herself in for? She knew she could walk out. She was unwilling to risk his negative report on her ‘services’, she told herself as despite her anger and contempt she again felt instinctively that the smug, smiling toad was actually a man of his word. And that smug, speculative smile of his! Of course it wasn’t sexy! She found younger men crude and uncouth. It was a challenge! How dare the whippersnapper! He thought she was afraid of him and his silly bargain? She’d show him! Breeding would out!

“Very well, then, ‘Spike’,” - drawled and delivered hands on hips, fully aware of her long booted, nylon-clad legs, the rise and fall of her provocative breasts and the second skin of her bodice. Only Isobel could put such a sneer and question into a man’s name. Her attitude might get her beaten harder but she’d be damned if she’d let him intimidate her! – “How do you want me?”

And they both knew that he longed to spank her and fuck her and had done so from the moment he first set eyes on her. In his own way, Spike was as cool as Isobel. He knew he’d earned the right to spank this impossible, provocative woman but only with her agreement and that would be enough. Like Isobel he wasn’t into begging. If she chose to walk out – fine – a pity and a waste – but fine.

“I'd like you to stand in front of the workbench, quietly and politely while I fetch the dap. Thank you”

Again, Isobel performed her long-legged laid-back swagger to the bench; now clear of Spike’s neatly sorted pictures and paraphernalia. She leaned nonchalantly against the sturdy table, smiled and raised her eyebrows as Spike grinned back; then equally casually sauntered out of the room…

Oh, hell! What was a fucking dap when it was at home? Now that Spike was out of the room Isobel’s smile felt like a death rictus as she fearfully contemplated her unknown in detail, but otherwise sealed fate. She was glad of the table behind her as her legs went weak and she leaned her bottom against the comfort of the wood, safe in its protection at least until Spike’s return.

His casual but suspiciously speedy return was greeted by an apparently relaxed and slightly bored Isobel noncholantly leaning against the workbench where he’d left her. He was not fooled. The slight tremble to her lip and the flush of her gorgeously restricted but displayed breasts denoted excitement or fear. He was happy to take either or both. He was amused by her double take at the old-fashioned black plimsoll in his hand.

“What were you expecting?” he asked unable and unwilling to hide his amusement. Didn’t you know I had a Welsh upbringing? This, sweet Isobel, is a dap. I thought you lived in Wales…Obviously impervious to the local culture up at the Grange…. It was used on naughty children in Welsh schools when you were a girl. This is your chance to test its efficacy, sweetheart.”

How dare he! The nerve of the man! Isobel’s fury at his familiarity mingled with relief as she viewed the ‘dap’. After years of horse riding she wasn’t scared of that thing! As her smile bid him to do his worst her relief was short-lived as she realised that he would be getting a very undignified view of her while ‘doing his worst’. The reality sunk in at his words...

This is a story from my second Pont Llaw book of short stories.
This is first:
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/pont-llaw/3982237

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Cyber spanking

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:36:18 +0100

I am not an expert on this, but was asked if such a thing existed by someone on a BBC messageboard. I didn't think it was quite place for the discussion so brought it here instead.

While coming to terms with my strange fascination with spanking I visited various sites and have an overview of BDSM and spanking and some of the 'communities' out there. Like the gay, feminist or black 'community' a lot of huffing, snarling and 'How dare you label me - I'm an individual' stuff goes on, so this is very much a Suzee take on things.

Those into domination and submission can have cyber relationships where rules are made and followed and consequences are carried out, including 'punishment'.

BDSMers and spankos can also 'play' in chatrooms and via the keyboard (one-handed or not) can take on roles and relationships which happen at head level or can be acted out as desired. I don't like chatrooms as it seems confusing, fast and reductive to me. I dipped a metaphorical toe in the water of a chatroom once, and then beat an equally metaphorical retreat!

I have however played a form of cyber spanking via emails, private messages and message board teasing. There is a sub-species of spankee known as the brat who does annoying things like squirt water pistols, throw cushions, tie shoelaces together (real life and on messageboards and in chat rooms) so that they get threatened with suitable punishments. I can see where they're coming from, but personally prefer a more subtle form of teasing - more Katharine Hepburn than Beryl the Peril!
I found a spanking site that seemed friendly and placed following ad:
Naughty Lady/Spanking for Softies: All Talk

Hello!
I'm new to site and looking for some fun exchanges of the cyber kind.
I am a large curvy forty-something female, living in Wales.
I'm not looking to meet or confuse r/l with fantasy but I've been fantasising about being spanked for as long as I can remember. I've enjoyed browsing and think chatting would be even more fun. The chat rooms seem fast and confusing. I'm quite bright but a bit slow and can't text so leisurely chats are more my style.
My fantasies are mild, but I'm good on detail. Being put over a man's knee (lover or justifiably irate potential lover preferably) is my favourite scenario. I'm very influenced by 50's movies and imagery. Being bent over a suitable piece of furniture is also very erotic. I'm all for tradition and a hand on my bottom is my favourite idea but I thrill at the thought of hairbrush, slipper or dap. I'm intrigued by American paddles and rattan carpet beaters but can't take wooden spoons seriously. I go weak at the knees with apprehension and uncertainty at the thought of a swishy cane, firm yardstick or whippy plastic ruler... I did say I was a softy...
I like clothing to be there for appropriate rearranging and uncovering... Nudity seems a bit boring. I'm not into humiliation other than actual spanking and appropriate lecture on behaviour and fate.
I would find male spanker correspondents a sexy thrill - Sort of X-rated flirting.
I'm also interested in finding women who understand where I'm coming from and would enjoy similar fantasies or reality on these lines. I've been busy putting these ideas into writing and wonder if there is a market for my particular tastes.
Not sure of netiquette. It would be lovely if people responded here (joined thread?) or sent me messages.
LOL
Suzeemoon

I did get my X-rated flirting and never looked back - except to check who's behind me!

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Thanks for Birthday Greetings

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 17:35:44 +0100

My Cariad and I must be getting old - no naughty presents and I got very excited by a dongle (computing thingy not a wicked sex toy!). That said - despite it being my birthday not his, I thought it a good idea to get the baque and fishnets out of the mothballs and we had a lovely day together (My Cariad and me not my lingerie and me!)
I believe birthday spankings are an American idea and always good to adopt practices from other cultures...

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Thu, 05 Feb 2009 10:53:40 +0100

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Thoughts on not being a serious BDSMer...

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 01:29:15 +0100

I recently had a visit from a professional who'd not been to my house before. There was a possibility she'd need to see around house so toys were out of sight. In my study she commented on something on the bookshelf and only after she'd gone had I clocked the whip hanging there from a hook on bookshelf.

I was telling my Cariad about it later and commented that I could honestly say it had never been used in fun or anger or anything else as I'd genuinely bought it as a joke. It is a single tailed bullwhip and as I commented - it needs loads of practice before one could even contemplate using it on somebody. I added that you'd have to attend masterclasses at fetish fairs or something first. My Cariad added "Yes - then you'd want to show off and use it for extinguishing candles and forget about the BDSM stuff".

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Latest bit of creative writing

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:33:23 +0100

As said - not done anything for ages, but inspired by my Cariad,Peacock's tat, my windowsill and the birds this is the opening of my latest - It will be a descriptive (hopefully atmospheric)'snippet' rather than a piece with a storyline.
My erotic writing like my erotic fantasies fall into two camps - (1)complex narrative leading to spanking and (2)stand-alone spanking scenario. This is going to be the latter.

Watch the Birdie

She entered the room with trepidation, aware of the soft layers of her garment brushing against her legs as she moved towards the window. The window of the tower was narrow, but the sill was broad enough for her to rest her folded forearms upon it as she knew to her dread and pleasure. It was also of a height that suited his desire and satisfaction as well as affording a view to the garden the birds had made their own.

She knew what she must do as she walked slowly to the window and tried not to look at the elegant slim urn that contained the rods, crops and whips he so treasured. Silently she crossed the small room, her barely faltering gaze on the window belying the wild beating of her terrified and excited heart.

Suzannah bent into the stone recess of the window, her gaze fixedly ahead of her. She placed her arms onto the cool stone and stared into the sunshine of the garden. She wondered at the bigger bird bossily strutting among the smaller usual cheeky visitors. Or rather - she tried to focus on the birds - but she had never lost awareness of the silent presence in the room and her vulnerability to his gaze and other manifestations of his desire as she bent into the recess of the window.

He observed the woman with some satisfaction. His enjoyment of her observations of the bird kingdom would come as would those of uncovering and marking the flesh protected so flimsily by her garments. The angle was perfect. Her bottom at a height that would give him maximum satisfaction as both target to his stern attentions and aesthetic pleasure at her gradual exposure.

Suzannah could not help the slight intake of breath at his approach. He moved silently, but she was as aware of him as she was of the twittering birds trying to decide if the bigger visitor was a threat or otherwise. The sensual pleasure of his approach was as so often undercut with the dread of knowing what was to come.

Quickly, too quickly he was at her side. Feverishly Suzannah watched the larger bird and wondered if it had a mate. He took her firmly in his grasp, his arm reaching over her back and slowly his other hand slid up her calf, then thigh, separating the overlapping points of her gown. She felt the sliding apart of the fine, handkerchief-edged garment and knew that as the folds were separated by his hand, they had parted to reveal her stockings, held in place by their simple garters. As he gazed with satisfaction at the exposed flesh above her stockings she knew that he was already contemplating the moment when the thin protection over her bottom would also be removed for his pleasure and convenience.

She shivered as the petals of material settled around her and the hand that had so carefully parted the nominal respectability of her clothing caressed her thinly clad bottom. And as was his wont, at last he spoke to Suzannah.
“What of the birds, My Lady?”

As his hand strayed over her bottom, Suzannah could not prevent the stab of desire and longing as those fingers hinted at a parting of her willing flesh, despite her knowledge that this was not to be. Her pleasure could only be considered after her Master had dealt with her appropriately and to his satisfaction.

The pause for her response was heavy and there was a stillness as his hand rested on the fine material that still covered her now quivering flesh...

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Christmas Day Chez Suzee

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 15:21:25 +0100

This year we were somewhat circumspect with pressies and no whips, crops or saucy underwear ended up in our stockings or under the tree. I did however manage to find an indecorous item of clothing for myself - A Peacock's special - a soft feel spangly black corset-look affair with a 'skirt' of overlapping handkerchief pointed sections that fell just below the knee. Lacy black knickers, fishnet stockings, black suspender belt and very sweet embroidered white pinafore completed the look - the perfect outfit for opening presents and cooking a leg of lamb I thought!

We opened our presents over tea, coffee and cake in between checks on lunch, then he fed birds and had sneaky ciggie as I finished lunch preparations. He carved and I served - very alternative - not!- but I'm the better cook and a rubbish carver.

We decided on a siesta, and had a check on the birds enjoying their Christmas feast. In the bedroom is a window onto the back garden that we have discovered is a rather good height for bending into, allowing just the right angle for somewhat prolonged spanking and caning attention. Wonder if that was part of the brief for 1950s Council Housing? Love the idea of the architects planning and experimenting with window heights for erotic and spanking potential!

The design of my boudoir Peacock's special got somewhat rearranged as my Cariad decided I needed rather a lot of attention. As my mind wandered between the comings and goings of our feathered friends and the erotic, but painful attentions I was receiving I developed an idea for a piece of writing - more anon!

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The Joy of Blogging

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 16:20:55 +0100

I know I've not been much of a blogger recently, but life's been hectic and I've not been feeling very inspired. Never-the-less I am still a fan of the blog and blogging and love the way this site gives option for 'community' feel, although I don't like reduction to age,sex, location thing that makes it feel like a dating site or something.

I've got caught up in message boards again recently and there is consternation and gnashing of teeth as the BBC Woman's Hour board is closing down.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/mbradio4/F2766779?thread=6118603&skip=0&show=20#p72509297
Blogging has been suggested as alternative - especially for those who like to write long, personal posts. Others have been quite sniffy about blogs and see them as unread egotrips. I can see that they may have a point, but my experience has been positive and interactive, but with me in control, which has suited me fine.

Always interesting to revisit one's motives.
http://suzeemoon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/where_to_start_and_the_odd_mention_of_sp~231372
As said I'd been aware of blogs for some time and was listening to a serial on the radio about a seventy-year-old female blogger, so thought I'd give it a go and I'm still around...

The issue around in Oct 05 that I chose to discuss was 'extreme porn' law and possible interpretations re spanking and BDSM. I guess it's all more in the public domain since the Mosley case and law is now in existence I believe.

I love my private/public 'soapbox' and I know I've been inspired by others and others have related to me. Personally, writing about spanking is important to me and focus of blog, but interacting with others and being a reasonably rounded (figuratively, although I am literally as well!)person I do enjoy blogging on stuff that catches my imagination and interest, whatever that may be. It's been lovely that closeted spankos have enjoyed my blogs and that non-spankos find enough common ground for cyber friendship and enjoyable exchanges.

here's to the art of blogging!

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