At the end of a meeting on Wednesday, a client I’m unlikely to see for a couple of months left the room wishing me a Merry Christmas. I was rather shocked, even if she did so with a rather wicked grin on her face.
Later that afternoon, casually browsing online, I uncovered a rather fascinating link to what really ought to be, but obviously won’t be, in my stocking from Santa. I’ve long had fantasies about using a spanking machine to have a girl whipped, and was amazed to find one – the Spanker Machine – commercially available at a reasonable price.
I picture myself as a state officer – watching as a girl sobs as the cold, merciless strokes descend. She begs for mercy, yet the contraption offers none, metronomically meting out the pre-determined number of lashes of the ordained severity. Afterwards, I untie her; she staggers unsteadily to her feet; I make her dress, sign the punishment register; dismiss her from the punishment centre.
(Or naughty me doesn’t untie her, but takes full advantage of her vulnerability. How bad has my mind become…?!)
Ahh..coincidentally I’ve was looking for spanking machines online just a few weeks ago……..I really do like the idea…especially as I don’t get spanked half enough recently
This is one of my all time favourite fantasies. The idea of being spanked by a *machine*… Relentlessly, mercilessly… And then fucked afterwards. Yes. Perfect. I hope this really happens to me one day.
As interesting as the idea of a spanking machine is and great for fantasy material, I think it would feel so perfunctory in real life. Besides, wouldn’t you miss the personal touch of holding the implement yourself and laying on the strokes evenly and firmly, knowing it was your hand breaking down the resistance? That connection, even when it is purposely detached in a scene is one of the best parts!