Sometimes I wonder if a nurturing tone in spanking is a facade for other things. Clearly the lack of rage and anger is a good thing, and assures that the person spanking possesses greater stability and control. But what if the one doing the spanking enjoys giving a spanking? Usually, there is a presence, countenance, attitude that we bring to the table. Of course, in the absolute sense, compassion, love and reason are the framers of reasonable corporal punishments. But, what about those who enjoy giving a spanking? Do they wear a mask of duty, a somber face when having to answer the call to duty that requires a sound spanking. They say that they don't want to do this; they may say its sadly inevitable, but now, they must; and so, with no rage, as they slap away, their questions, and comments, may mask excitement, or zeal?
Think about it. What can leave the greatest "mark" on a memory? Could it be those spankings that had a bite, but the sting turned out to be "sweet"? What if that amazing bottom, is what possibly provoked the call of duty, now painted, perfectly flushed and colored with no bruises or marks; a true, angry, red. That takes great care in delivery. And then on the spankee's part, what of the awakenings. The excitements, the fascinations, or the fact that they may have had a spanking fetish spanked into their bare posteriors one slap at a time, while someone, gently commented on how they brought all of this on themselves and it's such a shame, and comforted and sympathized with compassionate and condescending tongue clicks; And yet, the hand slaps on and on......