A while back, an author friend of mine posted an interesting commentary on authorship. Her wrap-up thought stuck in my mind:
"Instead I'll close by saying that the demonization of sexuality is sheer laziness. So all you writers (to return to my initial concept) who think that you can get away with signaling to your readers that Mr. Z is a bad guy because he enjoys spanking his girlfriend? Work harder, damnit."
Stuck there, in fact, until I had to write this little scene to make it drop out of my head. What if current societal norms were turned on their head? The piece feels vaguely Heinlein-ian to me, but so be it...
Perversion
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