Week 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting spanking fantasy.
Last night I read a mystery in which a futuristic serial killer was targeting prostitutes. It was light reading and just exactly what my mood called for. Then, about half way in, the author described the scene leading up to his murder of the second victim… and it was hot. Wrong on so many levels, but still surprisingly hot.
The killer had hired her to play a daddy/little girl scene, which should have turned me off right away. I don’t think I could ever call someone “daddy.” I have a father and although I’ve never even called him daddy, using that honorific in relation to TTWD squicks me out quite a bit, especially considering our history when it comes to kink. However, while the terminology is unacceptable to me, the concept is high on my list of fantasies. Not the idea of role-playing as a child, but instead stepping into the role as an adult who knows enough of freedom now to strain against the imposed boundaries while enjoying the relinquishment of responsibility along with power.
In pondering these scenarios, I’ve considered the term “uncle” for an authority figure and found it somewhat more palatable. I’ve got a couple of uncles in real life, sure – but we aren’t all that close and rarely interact outside of holidays, weddings, and funerals. Still, if I spend more than a moment or two thinking about it, it doesn’t sit quite right either. A more generic “guardian” isn’t bad, but I stumble a bit over where his or her authority comes from – a matter of some importance to the fantasy being spun.
Lately many of my fantasies have revolved around this sort of authority figure: a guardian tasked with keeping me on the straight and narrow, possessing the authority to deal strictly with any missteps in my partner’s absence or – as in one particularly humbling and delightful fantasy – responsible for my discipline, as directed and witnessed by the aforementioned partner. There’s something about that bit of detachment between myself and my tormenter that seems to be particularly affecting.
But we were discussing serial killers. Sadly, in the end of the novel, he turned out to be a rather horrid man. I suppose that goes without saying – he killed three innocent women, after all. And yet. And yet, there’s something about the serial killer that draws me in. He may employ violence, but it is controlled, calculated to draw from his partner the exact reactions he desires. He may hurt her, may destroy her, but he’s also building her into something more perfect in his eyes. That detachment is there, taken to an extreme of course, but even still they are linked – his destiny is tied with hers as much as hers is to him. It’s such a shame he has to be an evil murderer 😉
* This blog and it’s author do not condone murder of any kind. Just in case that needed to be said.