Dear Aunt Kay,
We have never breathed a word about this to anyone, but my wife and I have dabbled in domestic discipline for years. Nothing much to start with-you understand, a few slaps here and there-but we did find out early on that I liked being chastised and she did not. Guess my ego and her aversion to anything resembling violence precluded this from being anything but a once in a blue moon bit of spice.
In the last couple of years this has changed. Like it seems as I became more secure and our relationship solidified so to do our willingness to push the envelope. It has been mostly me initiating these sessions and have had to explain to her that to me it is not violence at all.
Now the last couple of weeks have been something of an escalation. I'd barely recovered from the previous weekend's chastisement when I found myself craving another. I told my wife about it, and she agreed to do me once we were done with shopping. Needless to say, I was highly agitated marching through the store.
We got home and I immediately finished my work off, poured a drink and jumped in the bathtub. My wife remained totally clothed. I walked into the bedroom and there she sat on the official discipline chair; paddle, strap, and hairbrush in easy reach. I dropped the towel and for a while we just stared, then she motioned for me to go OTK.
She's getting frightfully good at this-like she knows right where to take me, and she plays my fanny like a violin until she brings it to that perfect glow. It seems I'm going mystical at times. Like this last time I was having visions of the ancient Eleusian rites and other times I've had visions of Earth Goddesses. Not sure why this thing turns me on to such a cyclonic degree. Childhood might have something to do with it, but I think it goes deeper than that. Throughout history there have been flagellant cults all over the world playing to some basic need in some people.
I know for a fact many guys are secretly turned on by the prospect of receiving spankings from their loved ones but will never admit it. It takes one incredible degree of trust to pursue this thing and a high degree of self-assurance. But it seems ridiculous and it goes against every macho preconception there ever was. Which is maybe exactly the point. Letting someone else take over. Of being vulnerable. Of atonement or something like that.
I can't say this thing is for everyone, or even very many folks. I can say I've been walking around all week feeling strangely in touch.
Yours Truly, Del
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Dear Aunt Kay,
I just talked to my goddess over the phone and is she mad at me! Hey I'm a man "and is not a man stupid?" Zorba the Greek said. Little bit of intemperance with the vodka bottle yesterday...hey! Boys will be boys! Well, she's kind of P/O'ed and dropping some large hints about a paddling to come. Now that wooden thing hurts....Never wish too hard for a thing, you might actually get it. Before it was always me initiating the spankings, but now all of a sudden it's her bright idea. Think I've created a monster here. Should I refuse? No-it's all too titillating.
Love, Del
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Dear Aunt Kay,
This is getting scary! SHE just called and said I was in for a paddling. The prospect makes me impossibly steamy but also a bit scared. This has never happened before and much as I like it, it's weird having HER call the shots. Two more hours to go!? Think I'll run out and buy her some flowers because from the sounds of it I'm in for a severe session. Butterflies in stomach and my blood rushing in my veins-feel like I did when I was 13 and that art teacher invited me out in the hall for some TLC with her ruler.
Love your site! Del
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Dear Aunt Kay,
Now that was scary! She ate a little supper while the threat hung in the air like an Apache helicopter. Then she invited me into the bedroom. "Strip!" she ordered as she fished in the drawer for the instruments. Absolutely...There's something so magical about going over my wife's lap. She started with the strap, which I like. Scary stuff started when she switched to the paddle and she was wielding it with a sense of purpose. "OW! OW! OW! Gosh you’re getting good with that thing, honey!" About 10 whacks in I relaxed and found myself arching for the wood, she's going to spank me to the color of Napa Valley Wine! When she finally did let me up I was glowing in the dark. Don't think I'll be doing the drunken lout shtick again any time soon. She is getting good at this.
Love, Del