A mini-blog to explore my "interest" in erotic spankings of men. For me, this is when a man has an involuntary sexual response involving erection and/or ejaculation (either orgasmic or spontaneously involuntary) while being spanked. I was the author of a self-published book--The Good Boy Spankings--but that has been taken down. All of my short stories are available here instead.
"mores non habet hic meos libellus" --Martial
("my little book doesn't have my morals")
I love this drawing by the great and mighty Barb. In so many of her drawings, the boys are just so doughy, squishy, and pathetic. It is a ugly phase that so many of us hopefully merely pass through. That time when we’ve had a growth spurt but we haven’t developed muscle tone.
Women rule our lives as we make this transition. They treat us like we are still little boys and we are on the inside. Men avoid us because we are completely insufferable, annoying, and remind us of this painfully embarrassing time in their lives as well. We are pudgy, soft, and weak; they will avoid us until the women turn us into men.
We just discovered that our boy parts can make us feel really good. Our penis is often hard even when we aren’t thinking about sexy things. Of course, once one has an erection, well, the sex thoughts usually follow. It makes us feel all grown up but any adult will know that we would be useless should anyone actually be interested in our squishy bodies, bald little doo-dads, questionable hygiene, cracking voices, and just awful social skills.
Oh the things we imagine we would do to a lover but anyone mature knows we wouldn’t last 30 seconds. Our lives are filled with distracting dirty thoughts, sticky tissues, stained sheets, and pajamas with embarrassing wet spots.
The women responsible for this stage of raising these boys just love to turn sex against us. They force us to be naked for every conceivable reason and then punish us when the inevitable erection pops up. The women channel their frustration with the “real” men in their lives into sadistically exacting pre-emptive revenge on the pubescent boys. Every pre-mature ejaculation or “accidental” mouthful or orgasm they’ve had to fake to protect the fragile egos of the men-boys in their lives guide their actions. All under the guise of “lovingly raising boys into men”.
His offense is likely something childish but his size warrants the paddle. He was warned and his crocodile tears just steel her resolve. She thrills at the power she wields.
The boy is trapped and his fate is sealed. His vulnerability arouses her as does his fear of what she is about to do to him. The anticipation makes him feel a little nauseous. Then, as he prepares for the pain of the paddle, she shows tenderness and compassion as she hugs him. The feeling of a feminine touch even through her maternal clothing thrills him. The tenderness is the polar opposite of the violence his bottom is about to endure. Though the touch is not sexual in the least, he rises to the occasion and weeps at his inappropriate reaction.
The long tender hug and soothing words full of resolve just makes what is to come next that much more jarring. Her words paint the picture of his immediately future bringing the anticipation he feels to a boil. There is no escape. His fate is sealed. They are actors caught in a scene that seems both absurd, tragic, and inevitable. His bottom’s baby fat will do nothing to protect him. In fact, the jiggling will amuse her and embarrass him.
With little doubt, his fear and arousal will combine with the feeling of her soft thighs against his skinny erection to cause an ejaculation and maybe even an orgasm. He will try to hide what is happening but she has had far too much experience with men discharging their vital function to be fooled. She will gently chastise him for the indiscretion he had no control over. As his erection shrinks to its smallest form and rests in the pool of his semen, the orgasm will run its course, her words will cut him to his center, and without the sexual tension, the paddle will do its painful work. The little boy inside the faux man over her lap will be reveled through his tears, wails, sobs, and protests.
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I love this drawing by the great and mighty Barb. In so many of her drawings, the boys are just so doughy, squishy, and pathetic. It is a ugly phase that so many of us hopefully merely pass through. That time when we’ve had a growth spurt but we haven’t developed muscle tone.
Women rule our lives as we make this transition. They treat us like we are still little boys and we are on the inside. Men avoid us because we are completely insufferable, annoying, and remind us of this painfully embarrassing time in their lives as well. We are pudgy, soft, and weak; they will avoid us until the women turn us into men.
We just discovered that our boy parts can make us feel really good. Our penis is often hard even when we aren’t thinking about sexy things. Of course, once one has an erection, well, the sex thoughts usually follow. It makes us feel all grown up but any adult will know that we would be useless should anyone actually be interested in our squishy bodies, bald little doo-dads, questionable hygiene, cracking voices, and just awful social skills.
Oh the things we imagine we would do to a lover but anyone mature knows we wouldn’t last 30 seconds. Our lives are filled with distracting dirty thoughts, sticky tissues, stained sheets, and pajamas with embarrassing wet spots.
The women responsible for this stage of raising these boys just love to turn sex against us. They force us to be naked for every conceivable reason and then punish us when the inevitable erection pops up. The women channel their frustration with the “real” men in their lives into sadistically exacting pre-emptive revenge on the pubescent boys. Every pre-mature ejaculation or “accidental” mouthful or orgasm they’ve had to fake to protect the fragile egos of the men-boys in their lives guide their actions. All under the guise of “lovingly raising boys into men”.
His offense is likely something childish but his size warrants the paddle. He was warned and his crocodile tears just steel her resolve. She thrills at the power she wields.
The boy is trapped and his fate is sealed. His vulnerability arouses her as does his fear of what she is about to do to him. The anticipation makes him feel a little nauseous. Then, as he prepares for the pain of the paddle, she shows tenderness and compassion as she hugs him. The feeling of a feminine touch even through her maternal clothing thrills him. The tenderness is the polar opposite of the violence his bottom is about to endure. Though the touch is not sexual in the least, he rises to the occasion and weeps at his inappropriate reaction.
The long tender hug and soothing words full of resolve just makes what is to come next that much more jarring. Her words paint the picture of his immediately future bringing the anticipation he feels to a boil. There is no escape. His fate is sealed. They are actors caught in a scene that seems both absurd, tragic, and inevitable. His bottom’s baby fat will do nothing to protect him. In fact, the jiggling will amuse her and embarrass him.
With little doubt, his fear and arousal will combine with the feeling of her soft thighs against his skinny erection to cause an ejaculation and maybe even an orgasm. He will try to hide what is happening but she has had far too much experience with men discharging their vital function to be fooled. She will gently chastise him for the indiscretion he had no control over. As his erection shrinks to its smallest form and rests in the pool of his semen, the orgasm will run its course, her words will cut him to his center, and without the sexual tension, the paddle will do its painful work. The little boy inside the faux man over her lap will be reveled through his tears, wails, sobs, and protests.