No I don’t mean a damn good thrashing,  more like a saucy spanking on the derriere!

You might be surprised to hear that I like to be spanked occasionally, usually in the heat of passion, there’s something quite exciting about having ones bottom warmed with a few amorous slaps!

Funnily enough I often have gents who are drawn to spanking my bottom at the appropriate moment, maybe I give out some sort of bum spanking signal?!  I wouldn’t class myself as submissive though or dominant come to that. I’m quite a Vanilla (with a good squirt of raspberry ripple sauce) sort of gal, an old fashioned amorous wench I suppose, a lady who enjoys a spot of bodice ripping romps in the hay!

Strangely I have always had a little fascination with women having their bottoms spanked and I think I know what one of the reasons might be.

When I was a girl my father used to watch Westerns (still does!) which I found boring to an extent but I was fascinated by the costumes they wore, waistcoats and chaps on the guys and the big skirted dresses with masses of frothing petticoats, not to mention the tight laced, corset style tops of the dress on the women. I used to want one and dreamed of wearing that sort of attire when I was older.

I liked the atmosphere of some of the films, smokey saloons, anticipation, waiting for the obligitory bar fight where more often than not a buxom female would end up being put over the knee of a chapped legged Cowboy and have her bottom smacked. Even then I found that very exciting, seeing her full skirts being pulled up, revealing thick black stockings and frilly knickers and being given six of the best on her frilly knicker clad bottom! Crumbs I hope no Womens Libbers are reading this, they will have my guts for garters!

It’s not just Westerns that you see this, I can remember a lot of films where an over the knee scene was included, it just wouldn’t be allowed now (unless it was a specialist film!) There were even adverts in the 1950s showing women laying across their husbands laps, seemingly enjoying a brief spanking for something like buying the wrong coffee!! My god how sexist but at the same time how exciting!

Seems a bit contradictory coming from the mouth of a woman (me) who is confident and believes women and men are equal but from speaking to quite a few women about this many enjoy having their rump slapped when the mood arises.
This isn’t an advert to be spanked by the way as it’s not something that I want to happen constantly.
Personally I find spanking fun when it is not pre-meditated and it happens in the heat of the moment.

On that note, I’m just off to buy a jar of some disgusting coffee!
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Your Bonkable Boss or Saucy Secretary? You decide.

Thought you might like a sneaky preview from my new photoshoot, still hot off the press, taken about three hours ago in my Sevenoaks Sitting room - no photoshopping here!

Here’s some more http://www.josephinedarling.com/blog/?page_id=8

Or you can just click on Darling Gallery to the left of this blog page.

Hope you like?

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(Sorry, I got a bit of OCD there, I had to complete the whole sentence from the song!)

A short story that a nice new chap suggested I wrote on my blog.

‘D’ had been trying to see me for some time and eventually our diaries had matched.
After making him comfortable with a drink, ‘a getting to know you chat’ & kiss and cuddle on the sofa we decided to adjourn to the boudoir. Clothes were duly scattered as we became more amorous.

Strangely I kept hearing a metallic ticking sound, how I imagined a bomb waiting to detonate would sound. I couldn’t work out where this ticking was coming from (I don’t have a clock in the bedroom )
The noise was definitely louder around ‘Ds’ groin area like a massively amplified wrist watch!

Being a lady who doesn’t speak with her mouth full I waited until I was able to ask ‘D’ whether he could hear it too?
Ah yes he certainly could, come and press your ear to my chest said he, where I was surprised to hear the ticking nearly reaching a crescendo!
I expect ‘D’ could see my slightly concerned expression and told me that he had had an operation to fit a metal valve in his heart.
Phew that was quite a relief for me, it wasn’t a time bomb waiting to explode after all, (although I couldn’t say the same of ‘D’!)
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