This weekend as I was surfing around on the tv, I happened across “McLintock” at just the right moment. John Wayne’s character was just about to lose it and start chasing his wife all over the town in order to give her a spanking. It’s a very entertaining scene and one I’ve always enjoyed.
I remember the first time I saw “McLintock” and what a thrill I got from watching the Duke spank Maureen O’Hara. It was the inspiration for many a fantasy for me after that. A tough guy like John Wayne giving a girl a much needed spanking followed by the happy ending was exactly the scenario I’d been dreaming of. The way the spankings in that movie were seen as reasonable reactions that led to happy resolutions made me feel like my fantasies weren’t so wacky after all.
I knew spanking wasn’t everyone’s idea of a good time since not all love stories included the heroine getting her bottom smacked, but I knew it was always going to be a part of my idea of love. Over time, my fantasies changed as I did. For me, just about any male authority figure was fuel for my daydreams. I can remember how an episode of Star Trek (“Elaan of Troyius”) sparked a whole series of fantasies about Captain Kirk because he threatened an obnoxious alien with a spanking.
While other girls were dreaming of the perfect guy who would romance them with roses and candy, my fantasy man would romance me with a much firmer hand. When I think back on it, these fantasies have been with me most of my life. Which convinces me that I was a spanko from the beginning. It’s not something I developed into, it’s who I am.
Even now, although I’ve found the spanko man of my dreams, there are still some fantasies we’ve yet to play out and I’m always coming up with new ones. That’s okay though, I have a very willing partner and a good supply of toys. *grin*