Dear Aunt Kay:
I was particularly attracted to the "touch of class" that is obvious in your website. Because our interests are on the same page, I decided to write and let you know that there is a reality to all of this...it's not all fantasy. I turned 43 years old, am Ivy League educated, professional, articulate, athletic, and (I've been told) attractive. My job is very demanding, hectic, and fast paced, but I do enjoy it. During leisure time, like most males, I love sports both to watch and play ... as a matter of fact I played football in college, if you can believe that! In any case, I am a very regular masculine guy, except for one area.
I guess it's because I am in a "controlling" position in my professional life that I tend to gravitate to a more "controlled" alternative lifestyle in the domestic arena. I am in a loving and trusting relationship with a woman, which involves the corporal Victorian arts as both discipline and punishment. She is a nurse, who I met when I was in fellowship training, and we have been a couple for 2 years.
It all started very innocently one day when she playfully snapped a plastic ruler across my behind, as I was reaching for a chart. We began dating and the serious discipline evolved gradually as we became intimate and understood each other's souls. The first time I "came under" occurred when I ignored her modest request to be on time for a dinner engagement she had arranged with friends ... I really didn't want to be hemmed in by her schedule, and so I arrogantly played tennis instead, lost track of the time, and kept her waiting for 2 hours. She was absolutely FURIOUS ... LIVID is the word! When she verbally chastised me, I compounded things by being flippant and back-sassing her by making a wise, smart-mouthed remark, like "Shut up and relax". When I emerged from the shower wet and naked (a bad situation), she was waiting fully dressed in her heels with a wooden bathbrush in her right hand.
What happened after that is best described as a "religious experience". In a low and very scary voice she told me that I was never to back-talk her again, never to disobey her, never to keep her waiting, and that I was to be attentive to her needs. She looked right through me. She ordered me to turn around, place my hands on the edge of the sink, stand on my toes, arch my back and present my bottom for punishment. I inexplicably obeyed those orders, because somehow I knew that I needed to be punished. She snapped the flat side of that awful brush 40 times on my bare wet fanny and thighs. When I broke decorum and tried to protect myself with my hand, she told me to never get out of position again, as the brush revisited the same spots again and again. When it was over I was sobbing uncontrollably, and she watched me as I danced around the bathroom furiously trying to rub the sting from my cheeks.
Our relationship has thrived as a result of her guidance, she has built a very firm domestic structure, nurtured a matriarchal environment, and enforces her rules rigidly but fairly. They aren't unreasonable rules either ... just things that define respectful behavior between a woman and her man...punishable offenses included things like inattentiveness, cussing, disobedience, obnoxiousness, and macho attitude, and most especially, back-talk. I have household chores that have to be completed, or else. We have a "total obedience" understanding; in other words, without question I accept discipline from her whenever and wherever she feels I need it. She must have read articles about this business, because she also makes use of the very effective rituals that go hand-in-hand with hard bare-bottom spankings (ie. baring the bottom, kneeling in the corner, fetching the implement, asking for punishment before, thanking for punishment after, ridiculous costumes, soap in the mouth, assigned lines in a journal, announcing a spanking in a restaurant, and one "very special" witness). There are no "safe" words, and spanking sessions are frequent, prolonged and very severe ... always producing tears and promises to be good.
I wish I could say we were married and that this was a permanent relationship. There is no one I would rather be with, but our professional demands always threaten to separate us in the future. I guess life must be lived one day at a time.