Saxon's Personal Page
This page contains a few thoughts on spanking, a brief spanking biography, and my own preferences with regard to the spanking of soft female bottoms. It is not my intention to force my own thoughts and ideas on anyone else, there are many different, and equally valid facets to this subject. However, if you are determined, please read on...
So why is spanking a girl's bottom so compelling? Or from the other side of the cheeks, why is having one's bottom soundly spanked such an addiction? This is a question that is discussed in the spanking world more than any other. We are strange, we know that. And most of us have struggled with the notion all our lives, from adolescence onwards.
In my day, the discipline of children routinely involved some form of corporal punishment, using hand, wooden spoon, hairbrush, cane, belt, paddle and switch. The Internet abounds with undoubtedly genuine tales of boys and girls being sent out in to the back yard to cut the switch to be used on their own bottoms. Or the implement of choice would hang in its own special place on the back of the kitchen door, or in the parent's wardrobe, or some other position of disciplinary significance.
Since that time, society has decreed that corporal punishment of minors is to be frowned upon, is 'barbaric', leads the child into violence, and numerous other moralistic attitudes. For many kids, society is probably correct in that routine and/or ritualistic corporal punishment is entirely unneccessary. But for a significant minority, if only they had been 'brought up short' when it was most needed, they would not have climbed aboard the galloping charger of ill-discipline, disrespect, and self-centredness that plagues all our lives today.
I am firmly of the opinion that at specific times, a short, sharp shock to the seat of the pants is precisely what is needed. And if done right, probably never need be repeated.
But I digress. Back then, when corporal punishment was the norm, the practice was reflected in the media, from children's books and comics right through to mainstream movies and popular television series. From memory, Rock Hudson tipped several of his co-stars across his knee to be spanked, and I still recall a number of 'I Love Lucy' episodes when a spanking was threatened and sometimes delivered on screen. Even during pre-pubescence I actively sought out books that held the promise of corporal punishments. I don't suppose I understood why, all I knew was that these events fixated me, and the relevant passages were read and re-read until a library fine was in the offing.
Later, it became very apparent (in the most obvious way) that references to spanking, and all the associated clichés, had a direct sexual connotation for me. But no one ever spoke of it, and so I quickly concluded that I was a 'one of', and secretly very weird. I was far more interested in spanking than sex (not that there was ever an opportunity to practice either) but since my dreams and fantasies involved 'hitting' and 'hurting' girls, I always knew that my fantasies would never be realised. I was on my own with my 'peculiarity'.
And then, seemingly from nowhere, a 'reader's letter' in one of the regular 'men's magazines' made my stomach lurch. A reference to spanking, not in the sense I had always experienced it, but in a deliberately sexual scenario! What? I read the letter again, a husband was being asked by his wife if he would spank her and was this acceptable. I began to pay more attention, and the Letters section was the first place I always scoured. Gradually I noticed more references, people were spanking for fun, and both partners loved it! And later, there was one sweating, trembling, heart thumping day when I spotted my first ever spanking magazine! It took several trips back to that shop, and furtive glances along the rack to that magazine, before I was able to muster sufficient courage to slip my first ever issue of Janus between Playboy and Penthouse magazines and take them all back to the counter. I had to hang around for an eternity for the shop to clear of other customers, and of course no sooner had I handed my 'illicit' pile across the counter than two more customers came to stand at the counter beside me. My heart pounded, sweat trickled down my face, and my cheeks must have looked radio-active.
That was an expensive trip to 'the smutty book shop'. But the difference it made to me was indescribable. OK, I was still weird, obviously. But no longer alone in the world. If a publishing house had sufficient demand to produce an entire glossy magazine dedicated to spanking and caning, then there must be thousands of other people just like me! Alright, so there were many men who enjoyed spanking a woman, but I still struggled with the idea that a woman could possibly enjoy receiving a smacked bottom. At best, I presumed that a few women were prepared to 'put up with' a spanking just to please their men. And any idea that men might want to be spanked, and women might like to discipline them, simply never occurred to me. Now my head was swimming with ideas that perhaps my own special peculiarity might be realised after all! But when my exploratory smacks were firmly rejected in the bedroom, it was many frustrated years before I was rewarded with the privilege of actually spanking a bare, smooth, pink, willing, soft female bottom
(see Saxon's First Spanking for an accurate account of that memorable event)
My Spanking History
My earliest spanking recollection was back in junior school when I was around 6 years old. You have to remember that this was at a time when corporal punishment was still in use in schools, but the do-gooders opinion was steadily gaining ground. I don't remember all of the circumstances surrounding the incident, but a girl was called to the front by the female teacher for wetting her knickers in class. The teacher was obviously intent on making an example of this poor girl by embarrassing her in front of the class. After cleaning up and supplying the girl with spare knickers, she was tipped across the teachers knees, her grey school skirt flipped up over her back, and then about 10 - 20 smacks delivered across her grey knickered bottom right there in front of us. That image still haunts me to this day.
Finally, during my thirties, I was helping a male friend move out of his house following his marriage break-up. I had always found my friend's wife very pleasant and physically attractive and I had to resist any desire for her. As we ferried boxes out to my car, I arrived back in the room to find the ex-wife bending deeply over a box to pack in more stuff, her jeans stretched tightly across a quite magnificent rump. With no thought for the consequences, I landed a good meaty swat right across both cheeks. My hand stung, so she must have felt it! I don't know what reaction I expected, but I certainly didn't bank on what she did. Both hands flew around to rub her stinging bum, as she straightened up slowly. She turned, still rubbing slowly - sensuously actually - and gave me such an odd look, pouting sexily. Instead of the expected reprimand or exclamation, she came out with "ooooooh! Have I been THAT naughty?" Things progressed apace, and very soon I was meeting her regularly to apply the strict spankings and strappings she had craved since her Dad stopped applying them when she left home. I will never forget that young lady, she taught me so much about how a girl feels before, during and after she has her bottom smacked.
Since then I have known a number of women who would at least put up with a mild spanking after I coached them in the delights of erotic play-spanking. The advent of the Internet provided improved opportunity to meet a number of ladies trapped in similar circumstances, specifically in order to apply a spanking where it does most good. A couple of these girls have been new to the 'scene' as such and were still discovering themselves. It has been these acquaintances who have demonstrated that I have a gift for helping spanking novices experiment with the newly discovered, or long suppressed, submissive side to their natures. It is with this empathy that many of the advice pages have been written, either by me, or by others who share my views.
Having met playmates through the Internet, with an age range of 20s through to 50s, it proves that it really is possible to find one's preferred partner out there. Many people - especially the fellas - fail dismally to find a partner (mainly through lack of sufficient effort!) but it is perfectly feasible to find someone suitable, it just needs the right approach. If you are still looking, why not pay a visit to the Personals Page, where there are numerous tips on placing ads etc.
I am told that visitors think this site is run by a team of dozens, but it is just me beavering away when free time and circumstance permit. If you are thinking about writing to me for any reason, please feel able to do so as you will find me approachable, not too far up myself, very discreet, and always ready to help when I can.
My location varies from time to time, often in Yorkshire, sometimes in Manchester, or further afield. My office door is always ajar for those in need. Please note that I never 'proposition' my visitors, and so it is up to you to contact me. Whether you simply want to ask advice, or a more personal experience, I am happy to assist.