Just the word itself! Spanking! Isn’t it somehow hypnotic? What is that sparking desire so many of us have to be spanked? Is it the adrenalin rush? The heart pounding anticipation? The overwhelming intimacy?
What instrument of discipline will he use? The hairbrush? Paddle? Or his hot hot hot hands? And why is he going to spank me? What is his objective. His motivation?
Spanking has many incarnations. Tonight – in this late, dark hour – there is only one my voice must speak of. Only one that beckons my exploration. The tantalizing, stimulating, erotic spanking, that makes my blood run hot.
It starts when he slips the blindfold across my eyes. 
It begins. Sigh.
I sink gratefully into the darkness.
It will only serve to heighten sublime state I know is waiting, where there is no time, no thought, no fear.
There is only…feeling…
the soft caress of the fluffy mitt…
a sudden, smarting slap… 
Sugar and spice.
wave after glorious wave…
lost in His prowess…
His potent peppery skill.
tantalizing tingling…
salaciously stinging..
total immersion into bliss