Spanking Kink Quotes

“It's time to stop being ashamed. Untold tens of thousands of people share the desire to redden each other's backsides in a loving and consensual manner, and have enhanced their lives and their sexuality by doing so. Why on earth should anybody be ashamed of having more ways to get aroused than their neighbor has? Seems to me that such a person should feel lucky, not guilty.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“The pinkening of the butt early in a spanking resembles the flush many people experience on their faces, chests and bottoms during sexual arousal. Coincidence? I don't think so.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“And let's face it: the sounds and sensations and sights of spanking someone - the whimpers and moans and cries, the writhing and wiggling and clenching, the skin turning rosy and warm - are very, very sexy.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“Obviously, my spanking fantasies go back a long way. I can hardly remember having any sexual fantasies at all that didn't include some form of spanking. And even today, although my interests have expanded to take in many other forms of consensual erotic play, spanking remains my first love.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“Much of the motivation behind getting spanked is physiological: some aspects of spanking create body responses that can be sexual, erotic or simply pleasant.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“Who would believe this childish discipline, received at eight years old, from the hands of a woman of thirty, should influence my propensities, my desires, my passions, for the rest of my life, and that in quite a contrary sense from what might naturally have been expected?”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau

“Other control-oriented spankees are submissives. For these folks, spanking is something they accept because they know that giving a spanking pleases their dominant, or because their dominant has decided that they require one in order to shape their behavior. They are rarely resistant or mouthy; instead, they get their script from gamely doing their best to please.”
― Janet W. Hardy, Spanking for Lovers

“What are you going to do, spank me?" she asked, the instant teasing wiping away the remaining traces of whatever made her shy a moment ago.
I just stared at her, stunned for a moment. Half a heartbeat later, she seemed to realize what she'd said, and her mouth popped open in shock.
Was she into that?”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“His deep voice is oddly soothing. I want the pain he’s promising, and the praise that I know will follow.
The flat part of the spoon smacks against my backside. I startle at the sting, then moan.
“You know what I want to hear,” he murmurs. “Give it to me.”
Another whack, harder this time. Desperate heat blooms throughout my body. My mind narrows to the here and now, discarding idle thoughts about if I’m too eager, if this is too dirty, how the cries tumbling from my lips sound to him, whether I’m attractive enough in this position. It’s freeing. Intoxicating, the way he grounds me. He murmurs praise in between each spank, rubs my clit to distract from the sting. It isn’t long before each touch feels like exquisite torture, the pleasure and pain so entwined I’m not sure where one ends and the other begins.
I’m going to come like this, and we both know it, and I don’t want to hold back when it hits.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is hoarse. He tugs my braid; gives my bottom another firm smack. His hand, this time, not the spoon. My core clenches at the intimacy of it; the way his fingers dig into my tender flesh. “Fucking gorgeous. I’m dying to get inside you.”
“Please,” I breathe. I want him to spear me open, inch by delicious inch. I want him everywhere. “Jack, please, I need it.”
“If you’re good and come first.” He gives the braid a harder pull. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
My scream echoes in the gleaming steel of the kitchen as my climax crashes through me. It’s ferocious, pulling from some primal place I can’t quite name. I’d be embarrassed with anyone else, in any other situation; but I’m with Jack, and he’s spinning me around, and we’re tumbling to the floor together in a chaotic cloud of flour and breathless kissing. Sex has never felt like this. I’ve never felt like this. So utterly myself, with no concessions.”
― Grace Reilly, Yes, Chef