"Good Girl"

Oh how I love hearing or reading this phrase. I seriously get a thrill every single time. I’ve been the type of person who strives to achieve good attention all of my life, so it’s not really a shock I would love hearing this. But yet it still is a shock to me how much I love hearing this. My heart will normally skip a beat or my stomach will clench when I’ve done or said something to earn a “good girl.” And I probably get a big stupid grin on my face.

I love this phrase so much, I even got a smile and a thrill when I read it in a story. The story had nothing to do with D/s and the conversation was between a girl and her boyfriend’s mother and the mother said to her, “You are a good girl,” in with some other things. I got a stupid grin on my face before I even realized it wasn’t remotely in the same context. That’s how much I love hearing it. 

For that reason, some of my brattiness may get shoved aside in favor of trying to earn this phrase more often. But we’ll see. I’ve found I tend to be brattier online than in person. Perhaps that’s because I only see my play partner once a week, if that, and so I want our time together to be really good. I don’t want to waste it with brattiness. He gets my brattiness online though. No worries, it hasn’t died. I am still me. And perhaps if we spent more than a few hours a week together, he’d get it in person. Wonder if I would get those spankings if I was bratty in person???? Hmmmm...something to be considered. Tehe.

Fetish: Spanking

Mmmm…spanking. Okay, in fairness, I haven’t actually gotten a good solid spanking yet. I’m still waiting. I have had my ass slapped a few times though. Nothing substantial, but I think it has been enough to learn I do enjoy this, immensely.

I didn’t really question if I would or wouldn’t be into this though. I was fairly certain it would be a resounding “YES!” I can remember as a child being excited for birthday spankings. Okay, I know it was all about the attention then and not about being turned on, but the idea didn’t bother me. I guess maybe it was because I never really got spanked as a child. All my parents needed to do was give me a stern look and I’d burst into tears. I can only even remember one spanking. And it was for something stupid. My dad was teaching me to ride a bike, and I couldn’t get it…yet. I actually got spanked for that! Then again, that was in his drinking days. Mom coddled me and took my side afterwards. So :p to dad!

But I digress. It amazes me the kinks people get into. And me having a curious, scientific mind, I want to study the psychology behind it. But I’m not going to go out and interview a bunch of people, so I just analyze my own self. But I still don’t have answers.

The only answer I have is that when my friend ran his hand down my back and smacked my ass, it felt amazing. When my current play partner randomly smacks my ass, I relish in it and want more. I’m still waiting for the day when someone gives me a proper spanking…to the point of giving me a very red, and possibly bruised, ass. It’s possible I wouldn’t like that so much, but I don’t think so. I am fairly certain I will be thankful for having a job I must be standing at all times for though. Haha!