Spanking should be always fun.

After all, spanking is an expression of adult playfulness. A chance to dress up and act out roles, a chance to indulge in
grown-up games of misdemeanours and erotic consequences. It might be giggly and light-hearted, or strict and stern. But fundamentally, we do it because it’s fun.

It’s an activity that rewards the ingenious. A well-planned spanking might take
hours, carefully cultivating a growing anticipation, building to a crescendo of a cathartic
punishment – and then, once a fire is ignited, who wouldn’t want to
linger, and enjoy its glow? An ongoing private conspiracy, played in secret, with a
brand new chapter improvised every night.

That’s why I love spanking.