"Performativity of gender is a stylized repetition of acts, an imitation or miming of the dominant conventions of gender."
I know i'm hardly unique for it, but i like a strong element of this in my preferred genre of M/f stories.
Details about demeanor (natural inclination of the masculine to dominance and the feminine to submissiveness, but still tinged with embarrassment of gender consciousness from both parties) and dress (esp. LOTS of details about traditionally femme clothing and underwear involved in the spanking process).
I think authors like Perry Symon Fowler really nail gender performativity in their stories. PSF's stories such as "The Walk of Shame" and "1942" are among my favorite for this reason. The former of those two stories has the following exquisite scene:
"Angie whimpered softly, feeling the lacey mass of her petticoats lifted and fanned out above her waist line. She began sobbing in open, feminine shame, knowing how she must look to her Father-in- law right now; stretched over his lap with her underwear on full exposure. She hated having her skirt raised and inverted in preparation for her spanking. Presenting her pristine satin panties to Phil's impassive gaze was the supreme humiliation, a devastating reinforcement of her juvenile status. She was wearing white full brief knickers, as sheer as Chinese silk and as delicate as the finest gossamer. Adorned with pretty lace frills and tiny pink bows, they were almost wickedly daring for their time; gleaming with a silvery radiance as she tensed her cheeks expectantly. In a way, her flimsy little panties were the cause for her current dilemma; like most pretty girls of eighteen, Angie leapt at chance to show off her frilly white underthings to the world, and the dance floor at Maxies had provided the perfect opportunity. Long pink suspenders descended half the length of her thighs, their gauzy lace trimmings tightly stretched against her smooth, creamy flesh. Seamed nylon stockings shadowed her legs; as rare as hen's teeth during the shortages, they'd been a special gift from the Tyler's, doubtlessly procured from one of Phil's shadier business associates. Beautiful women deserved the best, and suspender stockings were amongst the most expensive items to be found on the black market these days. Angie flinched as she felt her father-in- law's fingers on her bottom. Having splayed her petticoats out in a wide semi-circle above her waist, Phil proceeded to smooth out her panties with the utmost care, stretching the glimmering material until it fit over her impudent round bottom-cheeks like a second skin."
This passage really hits all of the buttons for me, before even getting to any spanking. it's an all-time favorite.
I'm soliciting recommendations for authors/stories that may do the same... |