I thought my spanking fetish started at 21, when I accidentally stumbled across a spanking scene in some m/f erotica that I was reading. I was never into porn, but I loved a juicy romantic love story; I liked the thrill of turning the page (or scrolling down the screen), wondering what was next and crafting my own image. Either way, I was completely entranced by the spanking scene. It was so odd. Was it erotic? Was it punishment? It seemed like a mix of both in the story, and my mind was blown. It was sexually alluring, but it was also something else.
The reason that I couldn’t stop thinking about spanking wasn’t just that it could sometimes be arousing. I was actually more drawn to the punishment and domination aspects. I had always been a little neurotic. Driven, hard on myself, constantly in control. The idea of giving up control to someone else- letting them take care of me, and discipline me, made my head spin with excitement. After months of reading spanking-focused stories, I started to realize that I almost exclusively preferred tales that involved two women, whether they were sexually involved or platonic.
LIGHTBULB. I’m no psychologist, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that my spanking fetish didn’t come out of no where. I had always been drawn to strong female figures in my life (coaches, mentors, etc.). I had always found some weird sort of joy in being punished, even if it was annoying or felt unjust to my young mind. There was something about someone else exerting authority that my brain seemed to code as “enjoyable.” I wanted someone else to be in control. I didn’t want a sadist, though. I wanted someone who could punish and protect. Someone who could make me feel safe, but also give me a healthy dose of fear. Smart, intimidating women with a kind and playful side. That would be my Mrs. Right.
After a brief encounter with a woman involved in bdsm, I realized that I was probably bisexual. This nearly shocked my insulated Catholic heart, but I took right to getting involved with the LGBT community and found a home there. Although bdsm wasn’t for me, I stayed involved on the outskirts of the community, mostly looking for other spankos or women into power exchange with “light” bdsm. I had some spankings. They HURT. Gosh, they hurt more than I thought they would… truly. But they made me feel out of control. I loved the feeling of light, healthy embarrassment when I was told to stand in the corner or pull my panties down. It was humbling. I like the feeling of someone’s arm around my waist, or a leg over my leg, physically subduing and overpowering me. I like being restrained while I wiggle and cry, being lectured, and spanked until the sting in my ass and the guilt in my heart evaporate into a feeling of calmness and acceptance. I like sinking over someone’s lap at the end of a session, fully submissive and ready for them to snuggle and comfort me. And I like the other things that come with it. Witty banter, those sexy threatening stares when I misbehave, whispered warnings, a light pat on the behind, and subtle acts of domination in public that remind me that I belong to her. I like being reminded that though we are equals, I have chosen to submit to her and she will hold me to that agreement.
So, here we are. Even though I hadn’t ever really considered myself particularly creative, nor a good writer, I decided starting to put words on the page. I’m writing because it makes me feel normal, and I want other people- whether they’re struggling with coming to terms with their sexuality, desires, or kinks- to feel normal, too.
7 thoughts on “Why I Like TTWD”
I enjoy your stories because they show a normal girl who likes/needs to be spanked.
That is definitely how I see myself, though I’m learning that society needs a broader definition of “normal.” 🙂
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Hey Shae, this is a beautiful piece. You put our feelings into words marvelously. I think you do make a good writer. But my point was: thank you for sharing with us. In a way I wish I was as brave as you and could somehow get involved with our own LGBT/slightly BDSM community.
Anyway that’s just who most of us are – normal people in needs of a “special” kind of contact and connection. 🙂 Glad others see it that way.
Thank you, Ellie. You’re so sweet. I think it’s totally ok for TTWD to be something you only discuss and explore online. The bdsm community can be a very difficult place for a girl who just wants a scolding and a warm bottom. The important thing is assessing your needs, and I know that talking about my desired always makes me feel wayyy better 🙂
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It’s 5 am so this may make no sense and just be ramblings, but I wanted to thank you for writing this. I’ve been thinking about it for the past few hours and had to come back and reread it. I relate to a lot of what you write. I grew up catholic with shitty parents (not saying you did, as I know the post doesn’t say that). I’ve come to think some of my discipline kink comes from the desire to have someone give a shit about me enough to protect me and hold me accountable.
Growing up, I always had sort of obsession with certain adult female figures in my life, as well. There was always someone I was fixated on. I would do whatever I could to appear cool to them or to get them to pay attention to me. This led to a couple of unhealthy relationships. 🙄 Even now as I’m about to graduate college, I think back and wish I had been successful because I still crave intelligent, older friends who will sort of look after me and hold me accountable. Haven’t found that and probs never will, so I’m focusing on trying to be better without it, but anyway, thanks for writing this post and making me feel more normal. 🌼
Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Katie. My parents were awesome people, but very passive and type B. I was adopted and was extremely neurotic and type A from age 3 onward. I think the mismatch caused me to crave discipline, so our situation may be similar somewhat. I always spend hours wondering what made me like this, only to throw my hands up and say, “I may never know, but I will honor myself and my needs.” I- personally- have found a great community through FetLife and bdsm events and munches even though I’m not kinky in other ways. For many people, that doesn’t work. Just be kind to yourself and honor your needs. That’s what matters 🙂 xo