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It all started with Scarlett O’Hara,
who was not spanked by Rhett, but, as we all know, should
have been. Even Rhett knew she should have been. After
their marriage and birth of a daughter, Scarlett proves
herself less than patient: “Scarlett was inclined to be
irritated with the child and favored a spanking. She would
not humor her by leaving a lamp burning in the nursery, for
then Wade and Ella would be unable to sleep. Rhett, worried
but gentle, attempting to extract further information from
his daughter, said coldly that if any spanking were done, he
would do it personally and to Scarlett.” If only!!!
But no worries, for the legacy of
Scarlett and Rhett lives on in the proliferation of rogue
heroes and spoiled vixens who populate the romance novel
world. What Margaret Mitchell omitted others are happy to
give and romance novels consequently offer a cornucopia of
spanking thrills. Before there was the internet, there were
Romance novels for the girl in search of a spanking!!! We
will review the best of them here. It would be a worthwhile
study to explore just WHY so many spankings figure in these
books, I mean, what is the DEAL? Whatever the reason it is
obvious that no Romance novel is complete without one. The
scene is always the same: spoiled brat heroine runs up
against hard and virile but dashing hero and gets her due.
Usually this happens while they still hate each other, and
the virile guy is at his wit’s end. although some do occur
after the antagonistic lovers come to the realization that
they are meant to be together.
The romance novel Seeds of Destiny
by Theresa Conway offers a prime example of the prototype
spanking scenario. The hero’s name is, interestingly
enough, Tanner, and the spoiled Southern Belle is Caitlyn.
Of course they do NOT hit is off when they first meet, and
it isn’t long before there is a foreshadowing of what is to
come: “His blue eyes flashed lightening as they stared into
hers, just inches away. “I ought to give you a good
spanking, you little brat! At the very least, I ought to
slap you silly—that would shut you up!”
As we all know, ( and have been waiting
for) Tanner makes good on his promise:
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His
hand was on her arm and he was turning her around to
face him. “Why is it that you are the only woman who
can make me act like a cad?” he wondered out Loud.
“Because you are a cad, Mr. Malone!” she said with an
infuriating smile of superiority. “And a Yankee! I’m
afraid there’s nothing you can do to change that. And
now would you mind leaving so I can go to bed?”
“You’ll go to bed all right, but I am going to give
you something to think about while you’re in it!” he
vowed, pulling her toward the bed and sitting down on
it. With a swift twist of his arm, he pulled her down
and placed her across his lap. “I am sick and tired
of your bratty ways!” So saying, he reached down and
lifted the hem of her dress over her head.
At
first Caitlyn was so disoriented from the brandy she
had no idea what he was doing. As she felt his
fingers on the waistband of her pantalets, she tried
to reach back to stop him. But her chest was squashed
against his knees and there was no way to such in
enough breath to scream at him to stop. When she felt
air touch her naked bottom as he pulled her pantalets
down to her knees she thought she would die of shame.
She would kill him. Or she would tell Brant what he
had done and he would shoot him.
“OH!” The word was jerked from her as she felt the
palm of his hand come down harshly on her flesh.
Again it came down and she squirmed desperately.
“Ouch, that hurts!” she yelled as loudly as she could.
“You’re damn right it hurts!” he said through clenched
teeth. “It’s something I’ve been threatening to do
–something your father should have done when you first
started exhibiting this kind of behavior –something I
will instruct Brant to do if you continue acting this
way!” he threatened.
“You—let me up this minute!” she cried, real tears
falling from her eyes as he continued to smack her
with the palm of one hand while the other hand was
pressed into her back, effectively keeping her across
his knees.
When he was satisfied that her bottom was hurting more
than the palm of his hand, he let her slide to the
ground, where she tumbled onto her back, struggling to
cover herself with her hoopskirt. Glaring up at him
she scrambled to her feet, her dark blue eyes flashing
fire and her bosom heaving.
“Mr.
Malone—“ “Be careful what you say, Caitlyn,” he
warned her, not about to be subjected to any outbursts
from her. “I’ve still got another good hand, but I
doubt your bottom could stand another spanking at this
moment.”
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This, of course, leads to marriage. It
seems as if the spanking is necessary to show the heroine
that her man is not going to take any crap! Only then can
she surrender. Before the onset of the romance novel
phenomenon in the seventies and eighties, Hollywood showed
us similar spankings; McClintock is a stellar example. But
in print the naughty vixen suffers the additional
humiliation of having her pantalets taken down, an act which
many times offers her man his first delightful glimpse of
what is hidden under her petticoats. What other reason
would he have to unveil her while they are still enemies!
The romance novel is less about sex than it is about
foreplay, and it seems, that a good spanking is a step in
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