I’ve talked a lot about how bratting doesn’t work for me in my spanking play but that’s not to discount playfulness. I enjoy teasing my friends and loved ones simply as a display of affection, but what it lacks is provocation. The intent is not to manipulate the person into spanking me but rather, to connect with them. If someone I trusted wanted to whack me in that context, I’d be open to it. So why do I get spanked? Because I like it! I need it. It’s good for me. I am calmer, happier, and better regulated when I am being spanked regularly. I sleep better. I think all of this is true because being spanked makes me feel seen, cared for, loved, taken care of, safe. It’s not that I need it to function – it’s just so much nicer with it in my life. Uniform gives me access to discipline and the mindset/headspace it provides. Obedience is a big part of that uniform discipline but is also ever present, since I don’t only get spanked in uniform.
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Types and Tones
Although the core of my spanking fetish is CP/discipline, I enjoy* a lot of different types of spankings. They feel differently but they also carry different tones and headspaces. I don’t know many spankos who enjoy only one kind of spanking but they do exist – I’ve left out directly sexual spanking here because it’s not a big part of how I prefer to play in general and tends to be reserved for specific moods and with my husband. That said, what people think of as sex or sexual can vary widely – for me, that usually means genital. I’ll be focusing on the primary ways I enjoy & prefer to engage with my spanking kink.
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This post was inspired by Hermione’s recent Spanko Brunch post.
There is often a lot of talk about implements in the spanking scene – even I am guilty of this. Belts (straps) and hairbrushes can dominate my fantasies and can occasionally feel necessary for me to reach my desired post-spanking feeling/headspace. There is something heady about bending over and watching a partner remove their belt or fetch a strap they plan to thrash you with. Then there is the act of being over someone’s lap and knowing you won’t be able to escape from the hairbrush in their hand. Sometimes, it’s all I can think about.
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