A guide to the stories
These are stories I wrote between 2001 and 2006. Some are written as prose, some as poetry.
Each is classified according to the effect I think it would have on someone who is spanking-naive.
“Mild” stories are those I might show such a person to give them a sense of the fiction I write.
“Severe” stories are those that would likely horrify them.
“Moderate” stories are everything in between.
Thoughts about spanking fiction
In fiction, the maddening limitations of reality melt away. Through fiction we reach a world that can be better than real.
Reality has its charms, of course. In reality, someone is spanking, someone else is being spanked, and most of this website explores what our dreams about spanking mean and how we can turn them into fleshy reality.
But this section celebrates fiction as a fount of humor, understanding, and arousal.
Stretching the limits of consent
I fantasize about spanking or being spanked past the point where it hurts too much, and many of my real life spankings are attempts to find ways to go over that line. It amounts to a kind of consensual nonconsent, in which the bottom asks to be spanked beyond the point of wanting it to stop.
We can’t stay there long; fortunately, even a brief time beyond the bottom’s endurance is thrilling. Of course, the bottom has to want it enough to agree to it, which isn’t hard; the bottom also has to be glad afterward, and that can be more tricky.
Fiction is different. In fiction, the spanking can continue indefinitely, and we can dispense with consent, since no real person suffers.
Fair or unfair
Some spanking fiction features spanking that is not only nonconsensual but unfair. I remember a story in Janus, the UK corporal punishment magazine, in which a randy headmaster spanks two new students for no reason at all. He can do it, and he does. Edith Cadivec, the Austrian teacher and dedicated disciplinarian, would flog her pupils whether or not they had misbehaved.
More often, spanking fiction features a bottom who deserves to be punished. A flight attendant who shoplifted, a teenager who stayed out too late, or an employee who stole office supplies. All consent to be spanked instead of some other punishment, but none have any interest in being spanked for its own sake.
Some of my stories are mild (like The Lesson), and some have no spanking at all (Mrs Mish and the Perigluteal Proctalgia Paresthesias).
But most are severe, and in every case the woman wants to be spanked, often volunteering to be spanked hard. When it starts to hurt too much, she naturally asks me to stop. If this were a real life spanking, and I knew her reactions, and desires, well, I might briefly continue, or I might stop right away. But because this is fiction, I continue to spank even though she breaks into tears and begs me to stop.
A reader once wrote to ask why my stories have no safewords. In real life, when two people who are new to each other begin spanking they should have a safeword in place. In contrast, one of the great pleasures of spanking fiction is that we can dispense with safewords. The absence of safewords in these stories does not mean that safewords are unimportant.
The stopping point
In real life, spankings stop when the sub’s bottom is sufficiently distressed, when the top gets a nosebleed, or when the electrician calls and says he’s had a cancellation and will be at the house in five minutes. Fiction is blessedly free from all of these encumbrances, but it has its own, equally inescapable, stopping points. I will often end an erotic spanking after the woman has had an orgasm or two. A punishment spanking usually ends when I can think of no more synonyms for “hurt,” “pain,” and “agony,” along with “crying” and “howling.”
Point of view
My early fiction was written from my point of view as a top, but most of the action in a spanking is directly known only to the sub. My later fiction is usually written from the point of view of the spankee, even if I am the fictional top in the story. This allows me to replace “it looked as if she was hurting a lot” with “I was hurting a lot,” and “I suspected she was near orgasm” with “I was ready to come.” It’s more direct and believable.
I am happy to give permission to post my stories on your site so long as you ask permission and give appropriate credit. Just ask.
Why I Write
A few years ago I e-mailed a friend to thank her for a wonderful story, and I said I was sure that it was also being enjoyed by others. She responded that she was happy thinking that other people “made a movie of it in their mind to play with, escape with, or enjoy in their own way.”
It got me thinking, why do I write, and whom do I write for? The unspoken question of course, is “isn’t this all just masturbation fodder?”
I’ll get to that. But let me start with the question of audience.
First and foremost, I write for those who are still unsure of who they are and what they need. I reach out to them, not blindly, but because I know that they are there, that they need our encouragement and can learn by our example, that we can and do help them.
I write so that someone who does an internet search for “spanking stories” has a better chance of experiencing the “aha” of finding kindred minds. All of us have benefited from a connection with other spankos and the spanking world, whether it was through the internet or because a nurse bent over in a quiet hallway and said “I wish you’d spank me.” There is no wrong way to find other people who love spanking.
Writing for those who keep their desires secret demands faith and patience, and those qualities are renewed by those readers who do respond. I write for them as well.
I write for others who are active on the internet, hoping that some of what I find exciting will arouse them as well. Their acknowledgement, their recognition, affirms our mutual interests. It’s harder to feel that my desire to hurt someone is sick when someone answers with equal urgency that she needs someone to hurt her.
Whether it is in terms of pain, dominance/submission, or any of our other themes . . . this connection with each other is what makes it all worthwhile.
I hope to inform.
I hope to reassure.
And sometimes I hope to arouse.
I hope that you will, as my friend said, make a movie of it in your mind, that my images will reach so close to your heart that you will use my words as you stroke yourself, moving step by step closer to eternity. I hope the movie inflames your mind as your hands stimulate your body. When that happens I know I have reached close to your heart.
Some people think of erotica, this writing that moves us most, as undeserving of respect, because it’s about sexuality and it’s intended to provoke a sexual response.
This is a shrunken view of what matters in life. When someone I have never met reads my words, daydreams over them, enters a world I have created, and, while reading, touches themselves or applies a vibrator or just rocks on a pillow to that point of no return, I am honored.