Today’s Spanked contributor interview is with my friend, the very prolific author Thomas S. Roche. You can see more sexy photos of him here.
Read the previous interviews:
Donna George Storey
Teresa Noelle Roberts
photo by Phyllis Christopher
Thomas S. Roche is the author of several hundred published erotic short stories as well as work in the horror, crime, fantasy and science fiction genres. His published books include four anthologies of horror/fantasy, three books of erotic crime-noir, and three erotica collections. He blogs and podcasts on sex, drugs and cryptozoology at Thomasroche.com, as well as writing for Blowfish.com and Techyum.com.
Tell us a little about yourself that’s not in your official bio.
I am not a morning person, but I seem to write best early in the morning, probably because I’m not awake enough to realize how absurd the enterprise is. I now try to get up at about 5:30 so I can get 3 hours of writing in before work. It is insane, and I would rather sleep in, but it is too easy to let time pass without doing a serious amount of writing, just because the day job gets in the way. Also, my favorite Scotch is probably Balvenie and my favorite bourbon is Jim Beam.
What inspired your story “Pre-Party” in Spanked?
I occasionally write stories about what might have happened had situations from my real life been slightly different, and “Pre-Party” essentially follows that model. I attended a pre-party in the Noe Valley neighborhood of San Francisco for the Folsom Eve Ball a couple of years back and it was filled with all these amazingly hot, sexy people in extremely revealing fetishwear. Unlike other parties I’ve attended, there was no play there, other than the occasional swat on the ass following a “Hey, does that handmade Peruvian whip have a lot of thud or more sting?” — “Here, let me show you!” — which tends to be more friendly than erotic, really. None of the characters are based on the people at that party, but the general situation was inspired by it.
Your story has the added touch of a vibrator being used during the spanking: “He gives it to her, right on the sweet spot, knowing from experience that the burst of sensation is going right into her clit, or her cunt, or her asshole, or something, some magic part of her that’s going to get her off, especially with the vibe buzzing
crazily.” Was that a deliberate choice to mix things up a little? How does the toy change the spanking dynamic for them?
When I’m writing erotica, I always feel a bit guilty about making it too easy for the characters to climax. For me it’s part of the format or the genre — if everything isn’t at least a bit easier than it is in real life, then erotica doesn’t serve its escapist purpose for me. But I can’t go too crazy with everybody coming all the time all over the place with no effort, or I start to feel like it’s not so much sex-positive as sex-bullshit, like bad ’70s porn novels.
So I wanted to insert a vibrator (ha ha ha) to bridge that gap between turn-on and climax. That particular variation is also not that far from reality for me. Spanking and vibrators are unquestionably two great tastes that taste great together. It adds the intensity of the vibratory stimulus alongside the deep, thuddy-stingy sensation of spanking. In my experience, with many women the thud is what can lead to a spanking-induced orgasm, and since it’s a very different feeling than the buzz of a vibrator, it’s really fun to mix those up.
Why do you enjoy writing spanking erotica? How do you keep the topic of spanking of interest to you after writing so many stories about it?
I think spanking is hot for me because I was influenced very early with Victorian or neo-Victorian erotica, where spanking was one of the serious obsessions. Then I did spanking and discovered that it’s just packed with intense experience. There’s the power exchange aspect, the taboo, the pleasures of easy access, humiliation, intimacy, and lots of bodily contact — I could go on. Suffice it to say that spanking is a lot of wonderful pleasures rolled into one.
Every time I sit down to write erotica, it feels brand new to me based on the obsessions I have at that moment. It’s very much like having sex for me, in that respect. I think some people who contemplate writing their 10,000th description of a woman in a short skirt imagine that it would be boring, but writing’s such a sensual experience for me that it doesn’t really feel that way.
However, if I let myself write erotica about things that bore me to tears, I will definitely interfere with that experience, which is why I tend to return to the same themes, and spanking is one of them since it’s a personal obsession.
And how many, in your estimation, have you written by now?
Spanking stories, probably twenty or thirty at least. Stories overall, a few hundred, of which probably three-quarters are erotica…I keep a database but am terrible about updating it, so I’m not totally sure of the exact count.
Is there anything different for you about writing spanking erotica vs. other kinds of erotica?
Spanking as a ritual is usually very stylized with me. Spanking erotica has to be fairly limited in scope to work; I feel like I have to keep the focus narrow in order to sensually do justice to the experience of spanking.
As a reader, do you have a favorite spanking erotica story?
Tragically, in recent years I’ve had to more or less stop reading erotica because I get the same things from reading it that I get from writing it, and if I read it I don’t write it. But I do sometimes read Zille DeFeu’s blog (http://zilledefeu.wordpress.com/) and go berzerk. Zille likes the spanking. Nonfiction is more of a turn-on for me than fiction when it comes to spanking.
I remember intense spanking scenes from Victorian erotica that I read when I was young, but I honestly have never tracked them down in recent years. In many ways I prefer to replay them in my mind.
I do like spanking comics, when I find them, but I don’t really enjoy spanking DVDs. Watching spanking on DVD, so far, is for me kind of like watching paint dry.
What’s next for you?
I’m blogging pretty frequently at www.thomasroche.com, but I rarely blog about sex because I work in sex for my day job AND I teach sex ed twice a year at San Francisco Sex Information (www.sfsi.org) and have for ten years, so I have to explore other obsessions or I think I’d explode. At Thomasroche.com, I write about whatever interests me, but I tend to return to themes of history, politics, cryptozoology, pulp fiction, Victoriana, and genre movies. All of these things are showing up in the fiction I write lately, but so far none of them have added
up to any publishable erotica.
As for fiction. I’ve been focusing on horror and fantasy and crime fiction again, which is where I started back in the ’90s. For the first part of my career (1989-1993) I sold about 10% of what I wrote; then from 1993-2007 I sold 90% of what I wrote, and now I’m back to selling 10%. The reason is that I’m trying to focus on new formats and styles, and I’ve given up on trying to move stuff quickly. I’m interested in creating a much larger tapestry.
Erotica sort of came along as a path of least resistance for me, because everything decent I wrote (and most of what I did) was always about sex. But supernatural horror, science fiction and other types of imaginative fiction really constitute my first love, though I often cheat with crime fiction. So I’m enjoying going back there. Which doesn’t mean there won’t be spanking.
Below is an excerpt from Thomas’s story “Pre-Party.” Read the whole thing inSpanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica.
“What are you doing?” she whines meekly. “We’ve got to get to the party.”
The cornstarch on her thighs is lost to sweat and friction, so the stroke of the rubber up her legs is not quite smooth, but it’s worth it when he snuggles the formfitting panties over her sex, then tucks the vibe into it and squeezes.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ,” she says, and a few other things, considerably louder, as he climbs onto the bed and drags her bodily over his lap, smearing the remnants of his come over her latex dress and not caring, pinning her wrists with his left hand while with his right he does something he knows she’s wanted since the first time he playfully smacked her ass in the kitchen, around three, when she protested weakly that she had crudités to slice.
He pulls up her skirt and exposes her ass for a spanking.
“The guests,” she says, her voice all bleating desperation as he rubs the crotch of the rubber panties, forcing the vibe against her clit so that she gasps. Then he draws back and his cupped hand comes down hard on one firm cheek of her ass. She utters a yelp, grinds her hips against him. The vibe visibly jiggles around; even in the tight rubber panties, it can’t stay absolutely still. He brings his hand down again, feeling the taut clench and the give of her asscheek. This time she doesn’t yelp; she moans.
He adjusts the vibe and lifts his hand. This blow makes her whimper, softly, as she fucks herself slowly and rhythmically against his lap, rubbing the vibe between her clit and his thigh while she presents herself, ass high, for his next blow.
He gives it to her, right on the sweet spot, knowing from experience that the burst of sensation is going right into her clit, or her cunt, or her asshole, or something, some magic part of her that’s going to get her off, especially with the vibe buzzing crazily.
He starts spanking her faster, a blow every other second, one cheek to the other, then both, then her pussy, careful not to smack the vibe—that would hurt, and worse yet, it might break the damn thing. She’s moaning and bucking, and he’s let go of her wrists because she needs them to claw at the bed. His hand’s in her mouth now; she’s biting his palm, hard, as he spanks her rapidly, adjusting the vibe every dozen strokes or so to make sure it’s right where it’s supposed to be—on her clit, making her come.