For those of you who have a fetish, you know how it can tend to take over or under-gird many of your actions, decisions, and thoughts. Spanking is definitely a fetish for me, but at times it is more than that. I’m realizing from a series of interactions I had today with some friends on Twitter, that I sometimes go into a spanking fever. When I’m in that state, the only things I want to engage in are spanking-related. Every female bottom I see, I consider spanking. All I want to talk about, when I’m in the fever, is spanking or topics around spanking. I want to read, write, and view spanking materials. My tastes tend to get a bit more severe. I find myself wanting to see deeper bruises, redder lines across bottoms. Ultimately, I end up thinking more and more about having my woman over my knee and spanking her for a long time – until she’s red, raw, and her pussy is dripping. It makes me want to tame the female bottom.
I admit that I feel like I’m a bit of a cad at such times – thinking about these rather un-gentlemanly desires. But I’m heartened to know that my submissive, along with many other women out there (thank God) don’t necessarily want a gentleman, or at least they don’t want a man who is a gentleman all the time…
I wonder if other people get this spanking fever. I wonder if they knew that I was a spanko, and also got the fever, if they would share that knowledge with me.
In some ways, I recognize that although I’ve been involved on and off in the BDSM community for eleven years, and even in leadership positions within our local community, I’m still an innocent in some ways when it comes to spanking. I’m still amazed that “girls get spanked”. I’m still overwhelmed with gratitude that some women, including amazingly, my woman, really like to be spanked. And not only that, there are some women that really fetishize spanking and like exploring the topic in various contexts – conversations, journal-writing, story-telling. It will sound silly to some for me to say, but this qualifies in my mind as one of the miracles in life.
Would I purposely give spanking fever to someone else if I could? Wishful thinking about Elisha Cuthbert aside, I tend to say “no”. I’m happy to let the universe dole out those kinds of favors on its own terms and I’ll just appreciate the miracles and the mysteries.