One of the first openly erotic spanking scenes in literature I ever came across, in my teenage years, was in that classic of 18th-c English erotica, 'Fanny Hill'. Fanny is a London prostitute, and one of her clients, a Mr Barville, turns out to be a switch: he likes to be birched, and then to birch. After Fanny's birched him thoroughly, much to his satisfaction, it's her turn:
"... and now, taking hold of the rod, rather wantoned with me, in gentle inflictions on those tender trembling masses of my flesh behind, than in any way hurt them, till by degrees, he began to tingle them with smarter lashes, so as to provoke a red colour into them - which I knew, as well by the flagrant glow I felt there, as by his telling me, they now emulated the native roses of my other cheeks."
The phrase "those tender trembling masses of my flesh behind" particularly stimulated my imagination - among other things.... |