In response to a reader who was puzzled at the absence of safewords in the fiction on this site, I want to comment on the differences between fact and fiction. Remember that "scene reports" are descriptions of actual spankings, while fiction is, well, fiction, although some of the fiction has more than a little reality in it.
Safewords. Even though you’ll rarely find a safeword in the scene reports I post here, when two people who are new to each other begin spanking they are wise to have a safeword in place. In contrast, one of the great pleasures of spanking fiction is that we can dispense with safewords. The absence of safewords in these stories does not mean that safewords are unimportant.
Relationships. My students, employees, and neighbors need not fear the paddle in my closet. However, if they wander into one of my stories they’d best keep their hands firmly over their bottoms.
The stopping point. In real life, spankings stop when the sub’s bottom starts to deteriorate, when the top gets a nosebleed, or when the electrician calls and says he’s had a cancellation and will be at the house in five minutes. Fiction is blessedly free from all of these encumbrances, but it has its own, equally inescapable, stopping points. I will often end an erotic spanking after the woman has had an orgasm or two. A punishment spanking usually ends when I can think of no more synonyms for “hurt,” “pain,” and “agony,” along with “crying” and “howling."
Point of view. Most of my fiction was written from my point of view as a top, but most of the action in a spanking is directly known only to the sub. I now usually write from the point of view of the spankee, even if I am the fictional top in the story. This allows me to replace “it looked as if she was hurting a lot” with “I was hurting a lot,” and “I suspected she was near orgasm” with “I was on the brink of climaxing.” It’s a lot more direct and believable. For this same reason, when I narrate real life scenes, I often ask my partner to contribute her perspective; otherwise you have just the sounds of whacking and heavy breathing.
I am happy to give permission to post my stories on your site so long as you ask permission and give appropriate credit. Just ask.
Finally, this section hosts the Spanking Monologues. This is what you might hear if you visited Houston to be punished. It's in "fiction" because it's not real, even though you can listen to it. And since it's only virtual, I've included some sexual scenarios as well, for those who enjoy thinking about sex as part of their spanking experience.
"Other Spanking" includes Female Spanks Female and Female Spanks Male.
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A few years ago I e-mailed a friend to thank her for a wonderful story, and I said I was sure that it was also being enjoyed by others. She responded that she was happy thinking that other people “made a movie of it in their mind to play with, escape with, or enjoy in their own way.”
It got me thinking, why do I write, and whom do I write for? The unspoken question of course, is "isn't this all just masturbation fodder?"
I'll get to that. But let me start with the question of audience.
First and foremost, I write for those who are still unsure of who they are and what they need. I reach out to them, not blindly, but because I know that they are there, that they need our encouragement and can learn by our example, that we can and do help them. I am absolutely confident of this.
I write so that someone who does an internet search for “spanking stories” has a better chance of experiencing the “aha” of finding kindred minds. All of us have benefited from a connection with other spankos and the spanking world, whether it was through the internet, through erotica in print or other media, or because a nurse bent over in a quiet hallway and said "I wish you'd spank me." There is no wrong way to find other people who love spanking.
Writing for those who keep their desires secret demands faith and patience, and those qualities are renewed by those readers who do respond. I write for them as well.
I write for others who are active on the internet, hoping that some of what I find exciting will arouse them as well. Their acknowledgement, their recognition, affirms our mutual interests. It’s harder to feel that my desire to hurt someone is sick when someone answers with equal urgency that she needs someone to hurt her.
Whether it is in terms of pain, dominance/submission, or any of our other themes . . . this connection with each others’ sexuality is what makes it all worthwhile.
I hope to inform.
I hope to reassure.
And sometimes I hope to arouse.
I hope that you will, as my friend said, make a movie of it in your mind, that my images will reach so close to your heart that you will use my words as you stroke yourself, moving a step at a time closer to eternity. I hope that my visions will inflame your mind as your hands stimulate your body. When that happens I know I have really reached close to your heart.
Some people think of erotica, this writing that moves us most, as unworthy of respect. They deem it unworthy because it’s about sexuality and it's intended to provoke a sexual response.
This is a shrunken view of what matters in life. When someone I have never
met reads my words, daydreams over them, enters a world I have created, and,
while reading, touches themselves or applies a vibrator or just rocks on a
pillow to that point of no return, I
am honored to help create such pleasure.