Insofar as spanking and related forms of physical punishment are concerned, bondage fans fall into two principal groups: nonspankers and spankers. A third group might be classified as mild spankers. Although many bondage fans are nonspankers, some of them outspokenly so, bondage and spanking are such closely related subjects that it is impossible to consider one without the other. A brief analysis will clarify the reason for this relationship.

To-state the matter in simple terms, it all depends on where one starts. Let's take the case of two hypothetical individuals, X and Y. X starts out as a bondage fan. Y starts out as a spanking fan. Granted, it is somewhat unlikely that X will become a spanking fan. But what about Y? Isn't bondage such a logical, and sometimes even necessary, feature of spanking that it's quite likely that Y will also wind up as a bondage fan? The fact is that many spanking fans have become bondage fans. Until somewhat recently, the erotic implications of spanking have been muted or misunderstood. However, the era of the sexual revolution has seen an increasing interest in, and understanding of, erotic spanking. Today, many married couples and other adults employ erotic spanking as a regular form of sexual foreplay, having discovered that their sexual ardor is considerably increased by the prior application of the paddle or strap. The following case histories will illustrate the connection between bondage and spanking.

Even though she secretly loved dressing in kinky, fetish- style clothing, Brenda Sanders nevertheless blushed a little as she inspected herself in the bedroom of her Dallas apartment. The shapely twenty-three-year-old secretary was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse, tight-fitting micro-mini made of black leather and hemmed to end just below her hips, sheer, black nylon stockings neatly rolled to leave an enticing gap of about four inches of bare thigh, and custom-made black patent pumps with four-inch tapering spike heels. Every detail of the costume was designed to bring out and emphasize the attractive brunette's sensuous young figure. She was wearing no bra, and the form-fitting and diaphanous white blouse left her firm, lush breasts fully on display and bulging against the front of the blouse like two young melons. The ultra-short leather skirt and rolled black stockings, together with the spike heels, were all designed to enhance the appearance of Brenda's long, smooth, and shapely legs. The erotic costume was not entirely Brenda's idea. Instead, it had been suggested down to the last detail by Brenda's employer, Roy W., a wealthy and still relatively young executive in the oil and gas business. Ever since the two of them had discovered their mutual interest in the more bizarre aspects of sexuality, they had developed a close relationship with Roy serving in the role of mentor for his inexperienced but interested young protegee. In fact, he had paid the cost of maintaining her luxury apartment, and saw to it that she received a generous allowance in addition to her salary. The knowledge that her tutor in the art of bizarre sex was waiting in the living room made Brenda's heart beat a little faster as she took one final look in the mirror. Knowing that she could prolong the moment of decision only so long, Brenda took a deep breath and headed for the living room. She had spent considerable time practicing walking in the four-inch spikes and had mastered the art of walking gracefully in them, although she had to take small steps and walk quite erect to avoid pitching forward.

Well aware that she was blushing a bright scarlet, Brenda slowly entered the living room. Roy promptly set his Scotch-and- soda aside and gave her a quick once-over. "It's about time you showed up," he remarked, in a voice that showed only mild annoyance. "Was it worth waiting for?" Brenda asked hopefully, slowly walking toward him and then turning in profile so that he could inspect her. She was proud of her long legs and shapely figure, and knew only too well what kind of effect she could produce on him.

"Yeah, I'll have to admit that," he conceded, his eyes focusing on her long, nylon-clad legs and the intriguing gap of carnation-white flesh between her rolled stocking tops and the hem of her micromini. "Are you going to be very severe with me this evening?" Brenda asked, watching him closely to see what his reaction might be. He avoided meeting her eyes. "Don't you think I should be?" he asked quietly. "Did I really make that many mistakes at work this week?" Brenda asked, in a voice that feigned surprise. It was a question she invariably asked at their Friday-evening get-togethers, as if to give him a pretext for inflicting bizarre sexual punishment on her.

"You know the answer to that!" he replied, giving her a meaningful glance. Finishing his Scotch-and-soda, Roy got to his feet and walked over to a small suitcase he had brought with him. Placing the suitcase on a table, he opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps and other bondage devices. Brenda paled slightly as she caught a glimpse of the imposing collection of items obviously intended to be used upon her. "What's all that?" she asked in a dubious voice. "Just got it today," Roy explained. "I've had it ordered for some time. It's a complete training harness, from head to toe!" Brenda gulped noticeably although she felt a rising measure of excitement at the thought of being totally imprisoned by the bizarre harness. She watched closely as Roy brought out an elbow- length special leather glove that was obviously designed to encase both hands and arms together. "Come here!" Roy told her. "And put your hands behind your back, palms touching each other."

Brenda complied without objection, watching rather apprehensively as Roy began sliding the glove over her fingers and up her hands and arms. Almost completely unlaced, the unusual and highly confining glove slid easily into place. Roy quickly began lacing it up firmly, gradually forcing Brenda's forearms and elbows into close contact with one another. "Hey!" Brenda gasped, in a voice that mingled discomfort with a trace of excitement.

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