Dear Aunt Kay,
I think your website is just great.
My wife and I have been married for 30 years. She takes care of my every need, and we have had wonderful romance and outstanding sex for all those years. A couple of years ago I told her a fantasy that I have had since the age of about 12; that I dreamed of being paddled lovingly by strong willed women. She asked me why I waited so long to tell. I said, “Well, it’s not exactly a normal thing.” She, a totally open minded and willing to try anything woman, answered, “Who cares.”
Our morning ritual is coffee in bed while we listen to the morning shows and I massage her back. When she has had sufficient massage, she will say, “Well, I guess we better get on with your spanking.” (She alternates with other erotic terms like, “ass blistering”, “scorching your behind” and “frying your ass.”) I naturally object saying things like, “it isn’t right” and“ it’s against the natural order things” and she answers, “It’s the most necessary thing in the world. You couldn’t get through a day without it. We need to get things straight with that naughty little boy inside of you so you can make it through the day.” Then she massages me whilst telling me dthat the paddle is very near and she is going to cook my behind. She puts her hand between my legs and while touching the cheeks of my hiney says, “And right there is going to be burned up like a crispy critter.” I wiggle and moan in ecstasy.
The paddle is a long handled wooden cooking spoon that I have modified by extending the handle with a 7/8th’s diameter by 7 inch long dowel. That gives her plenty of gripping surface and plenty of leverage.
When I just cannot take any more taunting, she has me lie along the edge of the bed with a very large pillow under my pelvis so that my hiney is way up in the air and she paddles me sooo skillfully producing deep penetrating sensations and a deep red glow (actually, I have calluses on the cheeks.) When I complain about the treatment (which I always do), she just gives me more and harder while telling that it is an absolute necessity to keep “that naughty little boy” straight.
We have a round Japanese style tub with high walls and a seat. Occasionally when I am bathing, she comes to the bathroom with her paddle, makes me bend over the side of the tub and fries my wet hiney. That is just wickedly delicious. Sometimes I am at the kitchen counter fixing my lunch and she will take a standard issue cooking spoon from the drawer and fry me where I stand.
My mother and her sisters came from the southeast. They were very dominant women and blistered me frequently with wooden spoons and switches. I hated to hear, “Ya know, you haven’t had a whippin’ lately” because I knew one was coming whether I had done anything bad or not. Their philosophy was the little boys needed to whipped just because they were little boys. I doubt they had any idea they were giving me something that would be so totally enjoyable later in life. I say Phhhht!!! to them and oddly remember some of those whippings with intense feelings of erotic joy.
Your web site makes me feel very comfortable that I am not alone in harboring a little boy inside me needing special forms of love and affection.
Thank you very much,
Sincerely,
Harold