Nothing like a rousing tale to set me groping about for the nearest battery-powered forest critter (rabbits and butterflies and dolphins, oh my?). The trouble with words is that they can offend and disturb quicker than they arouse. Lately I must have accumulated some bad porn Karma because I keep stumbling upon low-grade smut like this from Erotic Spanking Stories. Just when I started getting comfortable, having encountered more than a few titillating morsels there, this story charged in and dried my pussy up like a forest fire. I really should have seen it coming at this point:
Julie burst out laughing. “Let me get this straight,” she chortled. “In this day and age of feminism, when women are fully the equal of men, you spank your wife.”
One hand somewhat mindlessly stroking my puffy outer labia through the soft, short tuft of hair, I paused. I’m not sure why I continued reading at this point, but it just got worse:
Tom looked at her, raising an eyebrow of disdain, “That’s correct. When she is being a brat. As for your vaunted feminism, I can’t say that I see that women are one iota happier today than they were when their husbands called the shots, when they showed proper respect.”
That was it. My pussy closed the hatch and boarded the window as in preparation for a storm. Now, of course, fantasies and role play can be beautiful and liberating. I myself enjoy being taken over someone’s knee more than most. But this bullshit just rubs my politics the wrong way. Why must pornography promote patriarchal norms? I find it simply incomprehensible why, less than a century from emancipation, women are believed by anyone to have achieved full equality. Despite the marginalization of my gender, I am VERY HAPPY with my status as a legally sovereign individual with at least the theoretical legal protections that entails. Basically, just because I want you to spank me (or dominate me in general) doesn't mean I secretly want you to oppress me as well.
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