Whip Smart

My girlfriend and I were sitting in a quaint cafe last Sunday morning sharing a blueberry croissant and discussing where we think the "line" is regarding sex acts.

We both agreed all participants should be human -- not alien, dog, etc. and that all parties involved should be consenting.

At which point I proclaimed: "For example, I like to get spanked with a ..."

But promptly realized a) how audible that comment was to the rest of the cafe, and b) that we could no longer comfortably sit in said cafe.

Getting whipped, spanked, etc. is usually presented as erring on the taboo, and to some, disturbing.

I love it.

But I've never really thought about why.

Here's a shot:

So I'm having sex, and it's really good. She has me on top of her and I'm holding myself up with one hand on my bedroom wall, the other grasping my bedframe. I can't see straight, I'm breathing like a marathon runner on the last mile, it's making me scream all sorts of supplications and profanities, and then, "Whap!"

It's like a crazy, manic line written by some mad poet that ends with a surprise period. The poem goes on, but the period jolts you into a brief pause -- just enough to stop and appreciate what's going on.

Some partners have practically broken into tears when I brought out the crop, insisting they could never hurt me.

They had it all wrong. A good smack on my bottom in the throes of a rollicking sexual tryst is the best way to bring the pleasure into sharp and sudden focus.

Lucky for me, my girlfriend likes to wield that crop, though maybe not for the same reasons as I like to feel its sting on my bum.

So, thoughts on the spank?