Spanking and the Haka

Just imagine for a moment, if you will, having to explain to this man why you had not just done as you were told.

Are you there yet? Good.

Then we shall begin.

About the pictures
*Every single one of these men can back up their physique with action. They are not posers, confused, “don’t break my nails” men. They are men who do stuff. They do a lot of stuff. So you may look at them knowing that if you were stuck and in need of help, they could come and sort you out. I imagine they could sort a girl out in lots of ways. *

Oh, I am so looking forward to writing this.
I am going to start right at the beginning.

The sport in question is rugby.

“Rugby is a beastly game played by gentlemen.” Henry Blaha

Rugby is a very odd sport. It is a tremendously physical, hard, hard sport played by giant, muscular men.

It is characterised by violent contact and perfect manners. The referee is always called Sir, even if a player has only just finished punching seven bells out of another player.
“If you can’t take a punch, you should play table tennis.” – Pierre Berbizier (1995)

It is hard to explain the spirit of it unless we could actually sit down and watch a match together. I suppose a simple way of putting it is that it is absolute masculinity. It takes wit, skill, determination, strength, bravery and power to win in rugby. It is a joy for a girl to watch. (As long as she is warm and can get a close up of the players.)
As an English girl, I obviously support the English but I do also have a soft spot for the All Blacks.

The All Blacks is the New Zealand rugby team. Rugby is their number one sport and they are wonderful at it. They have something of myth about them, myth backed up with hundreds of pounds of hard muscle.

The motto of the All-Blacks is, “Subdue and penetrate.”

As a certain type of girl I read that and my little mind whirls and swirls as the fantasies start.

I suspect that in real life, these men are dominant to the last fibre of their beings. Spanking? I doubt it, that would be too good to be true but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Let me tell you some snippets for the start of imaginings.
Firstly, the haka.
The haka is a traditional dance from New Zealand. It can be performed by men, women or children and for a whole variety of reasons. But the rugby team uses it as a kind of war dance, an announcement to their opposition, a summoning of spirit and of collective strength.

It is amazing to see.

Can you imagine standing in front of that? Can you imagine that as a declaration of intent? The opposition stands shoulder to shoulder eyeballing back for all they are worth. The jaws are jutted and the chests puffed, testosterone clogs the air – the haka marks this time.

It is that declaration of intent that is so sexy. It is a waiting time.

Can you imagine these men? Imagine them calm, imagine their resolution and their focus. It is being put in the corner and shaking slightly in your tummy while you wait until he comes to get you. It is knowing he is bigger than you, stronger than you and all his attention is focused on you.

The haka is all about movement and passion. It is strength and power in its expression.

The spanker is not so expressive, not like this. But I like what the men share. They need not talk for hours or even minutes. They act.

They are polite off the pitch and scary as anything on it. They show tremendous mastery of self that I imagine they would know just what to do with a naughty girl.

I like these men. I like what they stand for, that amount of strength countered with that level of control.

Can you imagine the ease with which they could carry off a girl, twirling her around and placing her over a muscular lap? The size of them without the personal attributes would be nothing, no, it would be worse than nothing. They would be brutish bullies.

But they are not brutish bullies. They call the referee “Sir.” I expect there would be times when they may expect a girl to call them “Sir.” I like to think so anyway.

Here is an advert before the Lions tour of a few years ago. This is a tour of New Zealand by a team made up of English, Welsh, Scottish and Irish players. I love it for the humour and the relaxed approach and the absolute physicality of it. It is a few minutes long, so probably only for the fans.

And they all go for a drink after the game.

I am leaving this post up for a couple of days because it makes me happy.

Would you like another?