The bright white light of a computer screen was all that illuminated Emma’s room while she worked on her book. It had been several weeks since she finished the last chapter and she was committed to finish at least another this night.
Emma wrote romance novels, but this book was going to be slightly different. Instead of her normal, soft-core sex-scenes, she wanted something hot and steamy.
Emma had many kinky fantasies of her own, but she had never incorporated them in one of her books before. In this chapter, one of her characters was going to get a spanking; which was one of Emma’s biggest fantasies.
It wasn’t going to be an erotic spanking however. The character in her book was an experienced submissive, with a strict, dominant husband. She would be getting a firm, disciplinary spanking for failing to follow his rules and keep up with her chores.
Her readers would join her main, female character who secretly witnesses this spanking. She would be highly aroused by what she sees and will—later in the book—experience a more erotic version of this spanking.
The whole scene was ready to begin. It was dark outside and the main character was hidden just below the window sill. Inside the light was on and the strict husband had just arrived home to see his wife lazing about while her chores remained undone.
She just didn’t know how to begin.
Emma had fantasized perhaps a hundred times about being spanked. She could imagine how the scolding would go and how the spanking would start. When she imagined what the naughty wife should feel however, she could only sense arousal and excitement. She had no realistic idea on how a true submissive would feel when being punished, not for fun but for real.
Worse, despite her fantasies, she had never actually experienced a spanking. She didn’t know how it would progress and it pain would feel.
She had some idea of these things. She could just write down how it felt in her fantasies; but she didn’t want her book to sound ridiculous if her imagination was too different from reality.
In a separate window on her computer, Emma was browsing a forum about kink and fetishes. Most men that contacted her on this website merely wanted a hook-up with a girl like Emma, single, attractive and interested in an array of fetishes. She had joined the forum a long time ago however and through weeding out the idiot’s she’d made a few close friends.
One of these was John. He was an experienced dom who had always treated her friendly and polite. He never asked her to meet or play together, even though she knew that in the time she’d known him, he’d had many dates with young women who wanted to feel what it was like dating a dom. Emma’s profile said she wasn’t looking and he respected that.
Emma didn’t know whether there was a reason those dates never worked out, or if John refused to commit to anything more serious. It did make him a reliable source to answer many of her questions when it came to her fantasies.
She had messaged him about her problem with the next chapter and was waiting for him to come online. John always answered her questions promptly. Emma knew he loved talking to her about these things. Discussing her fantasies must turn him on nearly as much as her. All thanks to the anonymity of the internet.
When John came online, his answer was short and simple: “Have you tried reading some stories from others about disciplinary spankings?”
Emma quickly replied that she had. It had been a chore; the forum was filled with such stories and most of them weren’t by very good authors. After weeding out those, she had to find those with the right topic and then those with a plot that was too ridiculous to be taken serious. The remaining selection had been very small.
“It might take some time, but if you find one written by an experienced submissive, that should give you a pretty accurate idea of how she feels. The physical reaction might be a bit hard to describe, but you could always try spanking yourself and see how it feels.” John replied to her rant.
Emma blushed at his proposal, but promised she’d think about it if she couldn’t find the right story to cure her writer’s block.
She sighed as she went back to the forum thread that listed the stories posted by all the members. She had already gone through this and felt very little courage to do so again.
Well, if you’re going to be lazy, you might as well do the self-spanking. She told herself. It will be good research and you deserve it for being a sloth. The fact that the idea greatly aroused her was certainly not the reason for choosing a more hands-on approach to her research.
Emma had spanked herself a few times in the past, trying to experience her fantasies by herself. She had always given up quickly, choosing simple masturbation over the inauthentic feel of a self-spanking.
Not this time, she told herself. This time she wasn’t trying it because she felt horny. She was doing research and she couldn’t back out early.
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Wow your writing has really improved. I remember you mentioning a publisher helping you do so and it seems it’s paying off. I really enjoyed reading this as well as the Wedding Ceremony and am looking forward to more of your work.