O is for Older

In my view, ageism is rampant in spanking fiction.   Cheerleaders and girls dubbed as tomboys regularly are subjected to fictional whackings of a long and sometimes excessively severe nature.   It always seems to be a young housewife who abuses a credit card or bends the family vehicle in order to be subjected to domestic discipline that may, or may not, be followed by more erotic sorts of romp around the bedroom.

I have yet to come across a work in which a granny gets her backside whacked with any degree of vigor.   Full disclosure - if I did, I would probably tip toe past it on the other side of the street while pretending to be fascinated by roof tops and distant clouds.   For I admit it - when I write fiction imagining the act taking place on a firm, young pair of buttocks is far easier on the mind and on the typing fingers than if the bottom was old, flabby and - how shall one say? - a bit past its prime.

But in real life?   That is very different.   I have not spanked a schoolgirl since I was a schoolboy - and if one presented herself to me today to get a walloping, I would probably be so embarrassed by the whole thing as to make a right royal mess of it all.    Moreover, the number of more mature backsides that have felt a swat or so from me - in jest, flirt or outright spankings - are suitably numerous.    In real life, all bottoms (regardless of the age of their owners) are made for an occasional, yet thorough, working over of a somewhat disciplinary nature.  There are ladies who are free from the threat of a slippering - but not because of age, but because of some other factor.

In real life spankos are not ageist.   It is in fiction that almost all authors and almost all readers get more out of some nubile teenager having her bottom thrashed than any description of a rotund matron receiving the same treatment.

There are exceptions.   Some of your fellow readers of this blog really do like to see older ladies get their comeuppance, and the bigger and more wobbly the hindquarters, the greater the fun.   But from the number of you who, like me, enjoy the firm white flesh that is the inherent right of the young, the conclusion must be that ageism is rampant in our way when it comes to fiction

But I think that may be part and parcel of spanking fiction.   Spanking fiction is ofter far, far darker than anything we would condone or endure in real life, taking place in situations and settings that would never really happen and with implements that can only result in unbridled abuse.   In a genre where the spankings themselves are distorted from reality, it should be no surprise that the same sort of distortion also happens to the recipient.   I would wage a sizable bet that very, very few of us experience real life spankings of young girls:  but just about all of us have no problem in reading about it happening in a work of fiction.

We can cope with totally unreal spanking situations:  it should be no surprise that the ideal spankee is at the younger and firmer end of the scale.