Dear Aunt Kay:
Tara always, without fail, makes me feel like I'm a little boy again. A little boy that's done something naughty and needs to be put over his mommy's knee and punished for his actions. I hate it when she makes me feel that way but inside, I crave it too. Part of the punishment for disobeying her is the humiliation of her making me admit to her and myself that I need to be put over her knee, have my bottom bared and the paddle used on me until I'm defeated and sobbing. Part of me is her husband but part of me is her little boy and I guess that will always be so. I hated to admit that but it's true.
Yesterday, Tara told me I needed a spanking and gave me a choice. She said she wouldn't spank me if I didn't want it but then she took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes and I couldn't say no. So, I said the words she knew I would say. "Please Tara, I need you to spank me." My eyes got moist when she made me admit that to her and ask to be punished. I was ashamed to admit that I'd been bad and needed to be punished by my wife.
"Go on now," she says. "I want you to take a nice hot bath, then get the paddle out of the closet and wait for me on the bed." Always, I have to take a hot bath before a spanking.
I know what's going to happen now. She breaks me down and spanks my bottom until I give up and all I can do is lay sobbing over her knees. I often don't even realize that she's stopped spanking me but it's usually over when she knows I've given up.
I'm broken now and sobbing pitifully into the pillow. The little boy in me has come out just like she planned. I'm not her husband now, I'm her little boy. She tells me, “Go stand in the corner now and think about why you were spanked tonight." My bottom is on fire and I'm so embarrassed. A grown man spanked and standing in the corner.
But I'm not grown now Aunt Kay. I'm just her little boy who did something naughty and I've been punished for it. After my corner time is over, she puts me to bed and usually joins me. Then she pulls me to her and holds me. Sometimes I start to cry again when she does this. I'm so ashamed of myself for having disappointed her that all I can do is cry. I keep telling myself that I'll never do anything to disappoint her again, but I always wind up doing something. I didn't mean to be bad Aunt Kay and I'm so sorry.