I have to confess I’m not a big fan of video porn. It can be arousing to watch a good spanking, whether it’s in porn, movies or real-life, and I know there are some cool ethical porn-makers like Pandora Blake at dreamsofspanking. But personally, I don’t watch porn. I find it much more satisfying to use my sexual energy creatively, to either play with others, or channel it into writing.

A while ago I wrote a post about why I prefer stories to porn, I recommend it, as it explains why you’re unlikely to see spankings like the stories you read here.

The main reason is that visual erotica comes fully rendered. It is created to gratify its viewers, preferably in about 10 minutes, and so it leaves little to the imagination. Porn is a performance piece, where the past is perfunctory, no need for history, motivations or backstory. As a result porn lacks drama and ambiguity, there’s little need for imaginings, we know a happy ending is inevitable, and we know we won’t miss a thing.

Stories, by contrast, require the reader’s participation. In the gap between reading words and understanding them, words magically condense into images, creating a world coloured by the reader’s unique mind. Stories inspire a one-off piece of theatre, conjured up and played out in the space between each reader’s ears. What I find so wonderful is that even if a story is read by a billion people, no two will ever imagine those same words exactly the same.

Visual porn is limited by real-world constraints, which require money to solve. Sets are expensive to create, actors need to be paid, post-production, editing, hosting and marketing all add additional costs.

But the cinema between your ears has no such constraints. You have a limitless special effects budget, your favourite actors, your pick of the world’s locations, and you in the director’s chair. All you need is a good screenplay, but I give those away for free…