Spanking Fantasy versus Reality

Anastasia Vitsky is hosting the Spanking romance round table discussion this week.  The subject is Fantasy versus Reality as it pertains to spanking.

I often think I am a female version of Walter Mitty. So many fantasies, so little room in my head for them all. Around four, full length, unwritten novels so far....

As a child I "trotted, cantered and galloped" my way home the two miles I lived from school.  My entire life was spent fantasizing about horses. I waited over twenty years before those fantasies became reality.

As a teen I read every Mills and Boon romance I could lay my hands on.  I especially fantasised about tall, blonde men with blue eyes.  Yet my husband is only an inch taller than me, and has (had) dark hair and deep brown eyes, and the power to make me melt on a daily basis.

I never fantasised about spanking.  Less than two years ago the only spanking I knew about was the type I had used on my son when he was a child, and driving me up the wall.  I would chase him with a wooden spoon, out the kitchen door, and around the garden.  He's now a tall and handsome 32 year old, and well drilled in evasion tactics.

So to gasps of horror from all writers present, I admit that it was that book which enlightened me about a very different world - one which I knew absolutely nothing about.  I read it once disbelievingly, and then a third and a fourth time.  It caused my pulse to quicken and my mouth to form an O of amazement. Such things?  Such things to fantasise about.  Oh my!
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From that book I discovered that other people wrote books about spanking, albeit in different guises.  I was horrified - and hooked.  I typed in 'spanking' on Google, and discovered a whole alternate universe. Not quite the universe I usually fantasised about, but goodness me, grown women being spanked!

My fantasies drew me to seek answers.  What a world I found myself in. Did I dare?  Yes, I did.  Forget my subconscious and my inner goddess - I discovered I had been missing out big time all my life.  

So for me, my spanking fantasy became my spanking reality.  Not perhaps in quite the way I thought it would; I found out that I am what is referred to as a "Spanko" for one thing.  But it certainly has its benefits.

Perhaps we can all, to some extent, make our fantasies into our realities, if we are prepared to be flexible, and run with them.  

I know I have collected on my Kindle in excess of three hundred books all with one common denominator - spanking - and I think that is pretty good going for under two years.  If you are a writer, I'll bet I have several of your books.

I am now writing my own stories - but are they my fantasies, or are they my reality?  

It's for me to know, and for you to conjecture.

Perhaps that is part of the fantasy?