Mythological Spanker Man

Well, since I'm not getting any real spankings lately, I thought I'd write about one of my favorite men, Mythological Spanker Man (does he exist?).....First of all, he'd be psychic, and know exactly when I most desperately need to be spanked. He'd sense the frustration in me and what ever other feelings that I'd want spanked away. He'd be full of this wonderful strong masculine energy....I'd feel weak in my knees in his presence. He'd have my heart beating faster and faster, with just a stern look. I would get that oh no feeling in my tummy.....and be a little scared yet excited, but trusting him at the same time. Sometimes, what I think I crave is simply male energy......I like knowing that he'd take me as far as I need to go. He tells me he thinks I've been naughty or a bad girl and he thinks I need a spanking. This verbiage always makes me so embarrassed.... I love it. I smile such a mischievous little smile, like I have a wonderful secret. (which is that I love to be spanked) He'd sense apprehension in me and tell me that I'd better take my spanking like a good girl or he'll spank me even harder. I'd take a deep breath and lay myself across his knees awaiting my punishment. I 'd feel his hard dick underneath me, I love it when I realize a man gets hard from spanking me. There's always a lovely pause right before the first spanks ... I take a deep breath and..... smack.... his hand comes down hard on my cheeks. I'd scream a little and jump, then I feel his strong arms holding me in place, enjoying that feeling of reassurance and restraint...... More rapid spanks with me wiggling and moaning. He then tells me to pull down my panties and I resist mostly just cause I like to resist.....and like seeing a display of his strength..... he then makes me pull them down. I can feel how turned on he is, I know he likes to bare my ass, caress it, rub it, and make it sting. He spanks me harder and harder until I can't possibly take anymore. He lets up for a just a few seconds and kisses my hot cheeks sweetly. Patiently, he continues the process, bringing me closer and closer to my limits. He can sense the changes that take place in me and is lovingly sweet and tender, brushing my hair away from my face and rubbing my clit, feeling how soaking wet he has made me. He won't let up until I have been thoroughly spanked, and then spanked some more. Afterward, I feel relieved and spent, physically and emotionally, with a sense of comfort and satisfaction. He pulls me up and kisses me and I can see love in his eyes and feel the excitement in his lap......He sexily rubs my bottom and then gives me the absolute best loving ever.... taking me to a whole new level......after which I feel kind of breathless and reborn.....like I went on a mental and physical journey. Spanking to me is a whole miniature drama, a timeless tale, a great play where I can always play my favorite part........