Many people, both men and women, like to indulge in a specific roleplay that involves one or both partners taking on the role of someone of a much different age to their real years. More commonly, this would involve one partner assuming an age that has key significance at some point in their past, while the other partner assumes a ‘supervisory’ role that naturally dovetails with it. It is not uncommon for a participant to ‘regress’ right back to infancy, where the scene is embellished with diapers, feeding bottles (or flesh and blood nipples), cots, toys, and traditional infant clothing. Indeed, a small industry has sprung up in order to furnish these items in the adult sizes required. However, my own tastes do not go back this far and so I am not qualified to discuss the ‘adult baby fetish’ in detail. What I will say though, is to underline that while (like most fetishes) the scenario may appear utterly bizarre to someone who is not involved, certainly to the point of ridicule, I am completely at ease with the idea that a person might find comfort and solace in this type of roleplay.
My own preferences lay in the adolescent school years.
Initially, this was not a problem since I was of similar age. However, as years passed and my fetish became more focussed, I became concerned that buried deep inside me was a wish to chastise young girls dressed in school uniform. These thoughts were hastily reburied as deeply as possible, but continued to surface periodically. It was not until I discovered spanking magazines on the book shelves that the complete detail of my fetish became apparent. I did not yearn to do unspeakable things to schoolgirls dressed in their uniforms (I have since mentally tested myself through observation and found, to my relief, that children of this age do absolutely nothing for me!). No, what matters to me most is that the person wearing the white knee-socks, pleated skirt, striped tie and blazer must be an adult.
While my early fetish realisations were heavily focussed on the physical act of spanking, it took a number of years more before I gradually began to recognise a desire to erotically humiliate my playmate. And I stress the term “erotically”, and add that it must take place within a fully consenting arrangement. And so, it is the dressing up, and subsequent juvenile spanking of a grown woman that floats my boat. A long way removed from the rather worrying paedophilic overtones that “schoolgirl spanking” might suggest. It is a happy coincidence that more than a few women have a strong urge to be treated in this way, and it is one of those women that I hope to attract through this blog.
I intend to delve a little deeper into my own particular ‘specialism’ in future posts. Fetishism is a dark and mysterious world, one which many claim to have some of the answers, but not everyone, and not all of the answers.