My first spanking story was written sometime in the early 80s. Back then, I was still typing them on a typewriter and got my inspiration from magazines like Janus or Kane, which found their way onto the shelves of German porn stores from England. The topic has stayed with me ever since, and so a whole collection of stories and fragments of novels emerged, which eventually became books and still are.

Back then, the term „spanking“ was still completely unknown in this country. People spoke woodenly of „flagellantism“, a term derived from some penitent monks who thought they had to flagellate themselves again and again for their inherited sin. They were called flagellants and the idea of sin and atonement was always the leitmotif of people who also saw a certain sexual appeal in it.

At some point, the PC keyboard had taken the place of the good old Olympia, one of the first scanners had converted the old manuscripts into electronic form and there was a folder in my PC with the harmless name „Flag“, the meaning of which was only known to me. I kept my secret tendency carefully hidden from those around me, because somehow I considered myself a „pervert“, even if I wasn’t plagued by guilt complexes.

For many years, one thing was clear to me: putting a woman over my knee to spank her ass grandfather-style was a typical male fantasy. It seemed somehow natural to me that the man had the active part here, while the place of the daughter, mistress or wife was at the receiving end of the cane, strap or whip. Didn’t it used to be the case that the father was the person of respect in the house and the mother would threateningly utter the words: „Just wait until father comes home“? At best, our parents got a slap in the face from our mother. The real spanking, however, came from father’s hand. After all, he was the man of the house. And up until the 1950s, he even had the right to chastise his wife if he saw reason to do so.

So when I set out a few years ago to compile my stories, episodes and tales into books and offer them to the scene, I actually assumed that my readership would mainly consist of men.

I was all the more surprised that a good three quarters of my readership consisted of women. Letters to the editor were also mostly addressed to women and I had a lively exchange of ideas with numerous female readers. I was particularly surprised because my titles are not about a somehow playful version of sexual relations between people who somehow tick the same way, but are exclusively about real punishments. In other words, the old image of guilt and atonement. About men who call the shots and women who have to comply, otherwise …

This is obviously not just a male fantasy, but to a large extent also a female need.
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