Lust Life: Spanking Stories

The man with the paddle inspired her. We sat next to each other during play party introductions. I admired her voluptuous form taut beneath clinging layers of lace lingerie, the feather garters holding up her fishnet stockings, her mythically beautiful face. She mentioned that she was in a relationship but was free to fool around with girls and spank whomever she pleased.

Paddle Man was hot as well. The paddle was an accessory to his caveman costume. It was about 12 inches long with two thick leather straps attached to a handle. He told us that he scoured the city in search of the perfect paddle. When he found this one, he asked the salesman to spank him in the store to ensure he was getting his money’s worth. The salesman refused (for liability reasons probably), so Paddle Man swung the thing over his shoulder and whacked his own ass. He was sold. Now here he was, bent over a massage table, taking a licking from the beauty in feather garters.

Everybody else stopped what they were doing to watch. She handled that monstrous instrument of torture with such grace, as if she were painting a landscape on his derriere. It was erotic, seeing his cheeks redden. After each wallop, she rubbed him gently with her hand. Was it to soothe the sting or prep him for the next round of abuse? They said nothing. The rest of us were speechless as well, with the exception of a few redundant compliments. “Look at that cleavage … it’s perfect. She’s so beautiful,” one guy said, as if he were in a bar, speaking about a girl out of earshot. The comment, as distracting as it seemed, didn’t break her focus. She was no professional, but she knew what she was doing.

I wanted to be spanked by her.

There’s nothing like a good spanking after a hard day’s work. A hearty slap on the rear awakens the senses and gets the blood flowing. Maybe that’s why it’s sexually arousing—that sudden boost to the circulation reverberates in every direction, expanding evenly like ripples in a lake, flushing the genitals with heat. A pain in the butt becomes pleasure in the crotch because the nerves are so close. It’s an involuntary response.

As the absence of conscious control creates a feeling of helplessness that heightens arousal, people who enjoy erotic spanking often combine it with role play. The spankee is the undisciplined inferior, such as a student, secretary, maid or apprentice, while the spanker plays the authoritarian teacher, boss, dominatrix or even parent (if you’re into Freudian dynamics). So spank me, I’ve been a very bad girl writing about all this dirty stuff. No, wait … I should spank you for reading this naughty column!

While some people prefer to stay on one side of the paddle, others appreciate both. Being spanked is like being fucked—letting someone else do all the work while you relax and enjoy. Unlike sex, which can be as boring as doing the dishes if the mood isn’t there, spanking is naughty no matter what you may be feeling. After all, spanking is the most common form of corporal punishment. An erotic spanking has the power to diminish us to a childlike state—defenseless, vulnerable and even humiliated, especially in extreme BDSM situations. It reminds us of childhood punishment, regardless of whether or not we were spanked as a child. Even so, this connection doesn’t mean that we fantasize about infantile experiences, or that we would become aroused at seeing a child suffer a spanking. In most cases, it’s symbolic.

Disciplinary symbolism goes both ways. This became clear to me when I was with a lover in the Hellfire Club (a former sex club that is now a trendy restaurant) during its final days of decay. We found ourselves in a doorless closet-like room, spanking a stranger while he jerked off. Although I was disgusted by the horde of drooling men behind me, I soon shed all inhibitions and twisted my discomfort into power, delivering each blow with intention … Spank: How dare you bring me to this disgusting corner of New York. Spank: Dirty voyeurs! Spank: Who do you think you are, showing off like a monkey in a zoo? Spank: Everyone is enjoying this way too much. My lover was far less willing than I, yet when I handed him the paddle, he didn’t hesitate to use it. He, too, seemed possessed. I took the paddle again and beat our stranger until he came in front of all those leeches hanging over the chain that separated us from them.

So all you spankophiles, maybe I have more wild spanking stories than most people, but you don’t have to go to sex clubs and play parties to experience the pleasure of erotic spanking. Just tell your partner you’ve been bad and see what happens. Or compliment your lover’s ass before ordering her to bend over. And if you’re single, who knows? You may just run into Paddle Man or the beauty in feather garters.