Spanking

False morality serves no one. How can you judge what you don’t know and what you’re conditioned to? All too easily. You might end up enjoying what you’ve previously judged if someone took the time to explain the point, sensuality and pleasure. You may think spanking weird, yet if someone slowly traced their fingers along your gluteal crease, (that’s the exquisitely sensitive line at the top of your thighs where it meets your bottom by the way), or the edges of your underwear, and hovered their poised hand gently above your bum, each move in anticipation of a playful yet lightly resounding slap, and then you tracked the after-sensations of prickles, warmth, surprise and dancing teeny pulses, you might be grateful for the joy of intimate connection and chosen risk. And to beg for it to happen again after a pause. Spanking doesn’t have to hurt. Unless you choose it to. Feeling pleasure and choice takes a knife to false morality.