Yes I do. I actually wrote a post on the need for rules last year:
https://spankingtheatre.tumblr.com/post/184509985035/the-naughty-well-behaved
Irrespective of mental health, most people yearn for order and structure in their lives. Chaos and uncertainty just lead to anxiety. Personalities that thrive on anarchic disorder are very rare, and tend to have their own struggles.
By eroticising rules, order and discipline in kink play we help soften them, we turn things that could be sources of anxiety into things that are paradoxically arousing.
A good dominant takes charge, kindly and firmly, and helps their partner feel that their world is simpler, that their rules are stricter and less ambiguous, and the costs of transgression might be sore or embarrassing, but breaking a rule won’t feel like life’s foundations are crumbling away.
That’s why spanking fantasies are so popular. The naughty schoolgirl and her stern headmaster, the young lady and her strict governess, the brat sent her room, and dozens of other variations. A quick ritualised bottom smacking, and the slate is wiped clean, emotionally and mentally.
I know the secret
I know why spanking thrills you so
I can feel it thrum against my fingertips
When I put you across my knee
And grip your flailing hand behind your back
I feel the echoes of your racing heart
Pulsing as I hold your wrist
Kicking feet primed to fight or flight
Liquid fire surging through your veins
Until you pant in ragged gasps
Yet, you could be in the bath right now
Soaking in a cosy foamy dream
In some soft focus cartoon of femininity
But I know how your body really works
There’s a time for nice, and a time for pain
A delicious throbbing kind of sore
Where each smack adds more powder to the keg
And polishes your lips to a glistening sheen
A disciplinarian understands the rush’s power
A naughty girl is made to wait for what she deserves
Marinating in the hormone of shame and dread
Anxiously maturing like the finest wine
Already imagining the first whacks across your bum
A thundering heart making your whole body glow
Until, at last, I pull your panties down
To reveal your shimmering silver flow
A hot palm rests
Upon your quivering cheeks
I know your secret
How spanking really turns you on
Some links did get broken during the last great Tumblr content purge. (From bygone almost forgotten days when ludicrous adult content policies seemed like life’s greatest inconvenience).
I haven’t fixed them all, so if you find something that is unexpectedly missing, send me a direct message and I’ll fix it or point you to an alternative location.
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