Good Girl Spanking is a fascinating and intriguing kink. Spanking may be widely recognized as a way to assert power, but a person may enjoy spanking for many reasons, both common and rare. When a man spanks, it is often for the purpose of dominant sexual power over his partner, or simply to cause pain. When women spank, though, it's more likely to be about humiliation or power. Neither applies to me.
For me, spanking is about too many women in the bedroom.
As a woman, you are a fascinating and marvelous creature full of emotions and options that I, as a male, cannot begin to fathom. You have far more colors than I; just look at the span of nail polishes and lipsticks with innumerable names for each color that I can only describe as red and orange. Infinite combinations of clothing and shoes, hairstyles, makeup, and scents combine to form a never-ending palette with which you paint my world, of which I am deeply appreciative.
The myriad roles you play are incredible as well: wife, daughter, mother, lover, homemaker. Working professional, boss, leader, community member. Friend, athlete, musician, fashionista. Sex symbol and fuck goddess. This just scratches the surface of your roles and responsibilities.
Not only do you play all these roles, but you feel you are expected to be good at all of them. Cure cancer, watch your kid graduate from MIT, have mind-blowing sex, and cause a minor car wreck as you stroll down the street, but if you have a bad hair day it IS a bad day. For men, one angle in the mirror where we do not look like a troll, a couple of things that somebody does worse than we do, and it's a good day.
When you enter the bedroom, all your personas come with you. The jibber-jabber in your head tends to prevent you from focusing on me, and on sex. A few of your roles play well in the bedroom, but not all of them, because...
There are way, way, too many women in the bed.
Head down, ass up, dress up, panties down, and suddenly things change. Head on a pillow, arms over your head. Kneeling, with your knees apart. The vulnerability of the position alone drives some of the higher functions from your brain. My left hand smacking your left thigh, smacking low on your left ass cheek, smacking in the middle of that cheek, then smacking the top of your ass. My right hand smacking your right thigh, smacking low on your right cheek, smacking in the middle of your ass, then the top. Firmly.
The fight or flight response kicks in. Blood leaves your higher brain and flows down into your lower, more primal brain. Even more aspects of your personality flee. Blood flows to your ass and to your cunt because of the physical insults to your ass.
As I pause and run my finger over your pussy lips, caress your clit, and rim your cunt, your hips start to rock. Over your pussy, around your clit, and back down to your cunt my fingers play as your breath becomes shallow.
This time, I assault your right cheek first. Five hard smacks as your ass rocks back towards me. Five hard smacks on your left cheek and the room smells of warm flesh and sex. My fingers roam over your pussy again to tease your clit, stroke your lips, and penetrate your pussy with two fingers--but not deeply. Not deeply at all. Just to the first knuckles, twisting and teasing and spreading you wide. Your hips reach for deeper penetration, and you start to beg.
A third time I spank. No pattern this time. A random series of spanks. Your hips rock with each blow. Your breath is ragged and strained. Your ass is on fire and your thighs are ablaze. My hand, too, is feeling the heat.
The room has emptied. It is only the remaining three of you and I.
At this point, we have two erotic paths. Most men--me, sometimes--continue the rough right-handed assault on your ass while our left-hand reaches to touch you intimately. Your hands have left your side to play with your own clit. The fingers of my left-hand circle your labia and enter your cunt. My wet fingers then move to your asshole, rimming it, then back down to your pussy.
You are wet. You are hot. You are ready.
"Lover, fuck me, please fuck me now," you moan.
The words men live for.
My cock, already hard with desire, becomes painfully rigid. One more smack, and it is just the two of us in the room: the fuck goddess, and me.
I bend over your body so I can grab both of your tits with my hands, and pull you up so I can nibble and suck on your neck and feel your hot ass against my cock even through my trousers.
