Sensual is my favorite word, a word that immediately conjures images of silk flowing over bare skin, smooth rope just brushing the tip of my nipple, rose petals across my cheeks, a cool breeze on my naked body. This is a word that makes me clench between the legs at the thought of what it brings with it. When I hear the word, it is like it is echoed in a whisper, calling to me, reminding me to stop and enjoy the moment before it is gone.

These thoughts are crazy, I know; but the magic of touch is awe inspiring. Take one night and shut out the world with a blindfold. Do nothing more than spend the night focusing on this specific sense, using different things to arouse your partner, to give them soft, silky, hot and cold, rough, spiky, painful. From candle wax to flogging, entice every inch of their skin, push your partner to their breaking point and then make them delve deeper to enjoy more. Enjoy watching their nipples get hard, their legs get wet and the hair on their skin dance as their body begs for more. Fantasize about what they are feeling and you may find your orgasm reaching new heights.

Sensual is what made spanking and bondage appealing. The thought of the smack as the rubber implement hits my ass or the feel of the leather as the flogger rips across my back. My favorite thought, is the feeling of the rope as it is wrapped slowly and seductively around my body, as if Chris is creating an erotic piece of art with such discipline and patience that a masterpiece will be born.

Ahh, he knows me so well to make my body squirm and wiggle as it grapples with an explosion of the senses that only can be achieved through this form of touch.

And so, for my favorite word, I have chosen a picture of one of my favorite spanking models, one who in every word invokes sensuality with her face and her touch. In this picture the is very smirkishly biting sweet Sarah’s nipple. There is something about the way Kailee swings a paddle as if trying not so much to create pain, but to tantalize your ass into enjoying the spanking.

I am so in love with the scene from weeds last week. She was thrown over his knee with no idea of what was coming. He spanked her hard and fast as she struggled fruitlessly to escape his grasp. Her reaction shows one of fear and confusion as this grown man has taken her captive in a limo. I love when he is done spanking, that he just returns to his newspaper as if this is a normal everyday occurrence. Mary-Louise Parker sits there in a daze trying to straighter herself up and take control of the situation.

When Mary returns home and climbs into her bed we see her wince with pain from her newfound spanking and change positions several times to avoid resting on her beautiful bum.

It is not til the very end of the show that we see the tell tale sign of a spanko in the making. As she stands in front of the mirror and admires her new markings we see her smile, almost smirk with enjoyment, as she runs her hands over her ass and feels the warm curves beneath her fingers and remembers the spanking with vivid detail in her mind.

Mmmmmm, I love scenes like this, it reminds me of my first adult spanking and how my husband surprised me by pulling me in for a hug and then quickly changed my position so that I was over his knee. He lifted up my skirt and started spanking my ass hard and fast with his hand. It took me a full minute to even realize what he was doing. As the shock wore off, I could not believe the searing pain that overtaken my butt and thighs. I tried everything to escape and protect my ass from another strike. I screamed out my safe word, praying he would stop.

After he stopped, he carefully pulled me up and asked me what I thought of the spanking. I told him I honestly didn’t think I was into it, I just didn’t get it, it hurt way too much. We had previously talked about trying spankings after my curiosity was sparked by a spanko, but we just had not found the right time. Chris wanted to catch me by surprise and offer me a real punishment for me taking a very long lunch. I told him thank you for trying and went back to my desk. I rubbed my very warm bottom and tried to wipe the pain away.

It was when I went to sit down that I felt the stinging in my backside. I shifted several times to alleviate the pain, but to no avail my discomfort could not be relieved. I continued working and every once in a while as I moved, I would feel a slight twinge. I smiled that same smile, an almost smirk of enjoyment. I loved the reminder Chris had left on my backside. I loved the stinging I felt when sitting down. I loved knowing he cared that much about me.

That day I did not reach the endorphine state I had heard so much about, but I found, in my own way, a new form of sexual play.

Why is it that spanking, bondage, even crazy fun sex are things you must be in the closet about. Don’t get me wrong, sex is everywhere and even spanking seems to be makings its way into tv shows and mainstream media, but have you ever told someone you weren’t certain was into the same things you are. How often do you hear or see the words pervert, dirty, deviant in reference to sex? I am fairly active on several forums and it amazes me how many people have to lurk secretly for fear that they will be found out; how many people have not even shared their true feelings with their spouses. Why is it that we feel ashamed of something that has been natural for centuries?

I love sex and am not afraid to admit I love being tied up and spanked, but stores, other people, for some reason they want you to feel dirty for enjoying these things. The truth is that it takes guts to realize your fantasies, to share them with your significant others. To explore your fantasies in your mind, in words, to research and understand your feelings. Society has made us afraid of exploring our sexuality by referring to these feelings or actions as fetishes, using religion and culture to pressure people into hiding their desires.

I was raised in a house where sex was not taboo and it is because of this that I am so comfortable with exploring my feelings. I enjoy learning about new things and reading stories and articles. When I have the rare chance to talk to someone openly about sex or when reading a blog, I try to understand where they are coming from and ask them to describe the feeling. I can say that not everything is for me, but I applaud anyone who is not afraid to be open with themselves.

It was after talking to a spanko that my curiosity was sparked about spanking and pain. Her words, her hands gestures described an orgasmic state that we all secretly search for. She talked with an excitement and passion that I longed for.

It is these curiosities, these passionate feelings, the sensual exploration and the hilarious mishaps that I want to share. I hope everyone will feel welcome to share your stories along the way.