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Spanking Advent – Day 20

Today’s treat is a personal reflection on why I love spanking.

You may find my reasons resonate with yourself too.

Hi, I love your blog and I enjoyed your last post about sexual confidence… I have an incredible shame of my kinks, to the point I cry when thinking about them and can’t talk about them at all. I’ve even troubles confessing them to myself. Once I found a girl with the same interests and confessed my kinks to her, but now our friendship is not sane anymore and I’m afraid to end it because she knows my secret… do you have any suggestions? I’m desperate. Thanks in advance

spankingtheatre:

I’m very sorry to hear that your kinky side is currently bringing you such sorrow, rather than joy.

But you are certainly not alone. All across the world there are people whose upbringing and social taboos have made them deeply ashamed of who they are, and how they feel.

What you’re experiencing now is no different to what generations of gay people  felt before coming out. That crushing sense of shame, a feeling of somehow being all wrong. Human beings are social animals, in the past, being cast out from the tribe could have been a lethal consequence of not fitting in. So we’re mentally wired to feel a deep unease when we don’t conform.

Being kinky, like being gay, is simply a sexual preference – albeit one that goes against the mainstream hetero-normal view of what sex “should be”. 

In 2017, no right-minded person would think of shaming someone for being gay. Society is more accepting of different sexual preferences now. Your challenge is to become more accepting of yourself – to build up your own esteem, to come to understand that your kinks make you unique and deeply interesting, not weird and dirty.

Please don’t develop an anxiety about people “knowing your secret”. I know people can be malicious, and sometimes what’s said or done in the bedroom can be used to bully and humiliate. But as I wrote in the post on sexual confidence, it’s an important life skill to learn to dismiss shamers and bullies.

“It’s a grown-up thing, man. You wouldn’t understand…”

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Here’s a message worth repeating, for all those embarrassed and ashamed of what turns them on.

Many misinterpret the powerful erotic feelings of their sexuality as something bad, deviant or filthy. But really, eroticism is a thrilling energy. One of the most powerful creative urges you possess.

Your fantasies are a gift. Embrace them, harness them, enjoy them.

What’s popular at the Chateau of Dolls

Very interesting to what’s popular among readers.

Many votes for the Stables, clearly attracted by the prospect of straddling a saddle dildo, and how the canter of the pony would make the doll bounce up and down delightfully.

Scenarios where the doll is left helpless to be used also seem very popular. Whether that’s being left naked with your legs spread open on the soft gilded cushions in the salon of whores. Or bound naked to the mast with rough rope having being abducted by pirates. Waiting motionless until as a passer-by takes interest in her, kneels to examine her, and smelling her arousal…

The popularity of the medieval dungeon is of no surprise, I know how much many of you would like to feel those cold heavy chains tight against your flesh, knowing there can be no escape.

And given the love for the Inspections for Girls game, it’s perhaps not surprising to see a queue of readers wanting to attend The Clinic. It seems being undressed and intimately scrutinised by an authority figure is a very popular fantasy. Detailed intimate examinations that are simultaneously mortifyingly
embarrassing and intensely arousing.

But perhaps you’d choose something quite different altogether.

Here are the options.

And here’s where you can cast your vote.

Playing Dolls: part 1

spankingtheatre:

A new story of statuesque submissiveness

One particular fairy-tale from my childhood has always haunted my dreams.

You may roam around my home,

He said, go anywhere you please.

Except the library in the tower

What a most peculiar tease.


One day bored, she disobeyed.

Sneaking up the twisty stairs, and there,

On a plinth beneath the steepling shelves

A tome awaiting one who dared.


Curiosity overtook the impetuous girl,

Heaving open the hefty umber book

She knelt amid the misty sunbeams,

And consumed it in a single look.


But disobedience has consequence

The minx had read an enchanted scrawl

Now high in the clouds she’s petrifying,

Slowly transforming… into a doll.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be one of my dolls. Not permanently, of course, that would quickly become very tiresome. Maybe just a hour or two. Long enough for someone to play with me, to stroke my cheeks and comb my hair.

Please, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not a narcissist, but I do know I’m beautiful. I see heads turn when I pass by, long leering looks as strangers admire me. I watch as their eyes rove across my pretty face, quickly, trying to avoid the awkwardness of accidental eye contact. As if my own eyes were too bright for mere mortals to behold, and they risked staring into the centre of the sun. Then, their gaze will usually drop, to my slender neck, to linger lewdly on the small round mounds of my breasts.

I notice when others appreciate my slender body, the hourglass curves of my torso and waist. I know those who pass behind me will glance furtively backwards, trying to catch a glimpse of my perfect pert bottom. I often wonder: is this how a statue feels? To be an object of rare and graceful beauty, somehow contrived from the disorder of the universe, existing to enrich all those who gaze upon it.

And when I think of myself as a statue, or a doll, as an object that arouses others – it excites me.

One of the happiest moments of my life was when my hungry mind began devouring Ovid’s Metamorphoses. Quite unexpectedly, I turned the page and stumbled across the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. That day I wept tears of joy, which trickled down my cheeks to splatter silently on his precious words. Across two millennia, this exquisite Roman poet taught me that I wasn’t weird. That I wasn’t alone, that the ancients also adored and eroticised the beautiful figures they crafted from stone.

Soon I learned there was a name for it too: Agalmatophilia – a sexual attraction to a statue, doll, mannequin or other immobile figure, and the sexual arousal of such transformations too. I began to think of myself as Galatea, the beautiful statue etched from marble by the sculptor Pygmalion, the outcome of his magnificent labour of love.

Yet, despite all I’ve learned since about the wonders of sex, still nothing turns me on more than the thought of becoming a doll…

Keep reading

With the concluding part now posted, here’s a reminder of part one…

Enjoy!

My girlfriend caught me pulling wet panties up my slit while reading Punishment Panties. I’m going over her knee for hiding it from her. It’ll be the first spanking I get in awhile, so even though it’s a punishment, thank you for writing.

“Getting caught” is an excellent way to earn a spanking. And highly erotic for both parties too. After all, being kinky is just playtime for grown-ups, and I know most of you have hearts of gold and wouldn’t dream of doing anything truly bad in real life (i.e. being spiteful, hurtful or abusive).

Instead, the whole notion of “naughtiness” is an invention. A game of mischievous disobedience and breaking taboos. So if you want to trigger a spanking, what better way than being “caught” playing to your favourite spanking story.

You’re getting excited at very thought, aren’t you? Well, you know what you should do…

I want your beautiful mind

Your coy and subtle intelligence

Your filthy imagination filled

Feverish with fantasies

Come hither reader

Stroke the page

Conjure the words and make them real

Hello. Is it possible to find out whether a stranger is into spanking by just looking at them and observing their behaviour?

I don’t think so.

If you met me in real life you’d never guess what I get up to in the privacy of my own home. In public, I wear a completely different mask. 

If you want to know if someone likes spanking, just ask them. 

“Have you ever been spanked?”

And then…

“Did you like it?”

Having the sexual confidence to ask intimate questions when the mood is right is a very attractive trait to possess…

Leading Lady

Come be my leading lady

I’ve a one-off erotic drama

Improvised and unscripted

Created just for you

Don’t worry, I’ll direct things

No need to learn the words

Or justify your filthiness

I know what you can’t express

There’s no shame upon this stage

Turn your mind off, and just be

Nor any need for rolling cameras

My keen blue eyes see further

Than any lens of glass can see

Peering deep inside to glimpse

That secret side

You love to hide

Come star in my performance

I need only one

Be my focus of attention

Be the centre of the sun

Dear learned author, I like your writings. I want to know that if my girl enjoys spanking, can I extrapolate that she will also like anal sex in pursuit to get pleasure via pain ? Thanks.

No, you can’t extrapolate that, I’m afraid. You will have to ask her.

Consent is fundamental to kink. Now I’m not saying you should be signing a contract before you play, but you should always be talking to each other.

“Have you been a naughty girl?”

“You deserve a good hard spanking, don’t you?”

“Tell me how much you want my big stiff cock in your tight little ass.”

Asking her to affirm what happens next is hot, keeps you both on the same page, and prevents misunderstandings. After all, anal sex means different things to different people, from a finger in the bottom to a rough painful fucking. You need to be clear what your partner is happy to do.

And everyone should remember that just because your partner agreed to something once, it doesn’t mean they’ve consented to do it, evermore. A good dominant knows this, and respects this. That’s what makes them a good dom.

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