Dear Kay,
Let me start off by saying I can't believe I'm actually writing this letter. Never in my life have I written a complete stranger with such intimate details about our private lives. But after seeing your website I felt it was both my duty and privilege to contribute.
Believe it or not we started playing spanking games right after we began seriously dating. The first time was when he lost a bet during a game of Trivial Pursuit. (I found out years later he lost on purpose.) I was just gonna swat him a few times over his jeans but he insisted on taking them down. Fine with me. I didn't spank hard enough to hurt but that was definitely the beginning. We've since done away with play-spanking. In our household spankings are for real and they have been for some time now. Don't get me wrong. We're not into S&M. Paul is not my slave and I am not his mistress. Our relationship is built on love and friendship. However, I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship and he is definitely the one who takes his down.
I used to be able to spank Paul whenever his behavior warranted some discipline - about once every three to four weeks. However, his leaving his job in order to become a full-time student has forced us to give up our apartment and move in with my future in-laws. They're great people and I love them to death, but the lack of privacy makes administering a proper spanking much more difficult. (Once we get married, we qualify for special dorm housing.) What we now do is keep an ongoing ledger of his misdeeds. When we get the house to ourselves we go over them one by one. I have my fiancee strip down to his jockey's and wait for me in the corner of his mother's sewing room. I purposely keep him waiting a while. If I know we're gonna have the place for a few hours, I'll take a shower or perhaps even a bath. I love knowing that he's obediently waiting standing at attention with his nose in the corner. Its a total affirmation of my power and authority over him. Sometimes I even sneak a peek. Seeing him there sends a delicious chill through my entire body.
Paul knows to set things up before he heads to the corner. When I walk in I find the special chair in the center of the room with the hairbrush and ledger book on the seat. Unlike a lot of couples, I don't start spanking Paul on his underwear. I immediately whisk them down myself and leave him standing naked before me while I explain to him in detail why he's being punished. Paul has confided to me that this is one of his favorite parts of a spanking, so I have made it my business to become a "master lecturer". There's never more than two or three "crimes" written in the ledger (we don't believe in making up reasons to spank; only real-life transgressions count) but he knows that's enough to warrant a painful trip over Susie's lap.
When I'm through lecturing, Paul places himself over my knees and the spanking starts. I usually begin with my hand to warm his buttocks up. This produces an occasional moan or "ouch" from him but nothing more. A lot of the time I get the distinct impression that my palm is being punished more than his bottom! That changes once I pick up the hairbrush.
Although I start the hairbrush swings relatively easy, they quickly increase in their severity. Its so cute the way he clenches his buttocks in anticipation of the next smack. I continue lecturing and spanking and before long his buns are bright red and he's kicking his legs like an Olympic swimmer. Paul begs and makes all sorts of promises but I refuse to ease-up. I can very well tell his faked sobbing and pleading from the real thing and when he's truly crying I always continue the spanking for another couple of minutes. Towards the end I'm swinging the brush as hard as I can. I sort of feel bad for him, but I refuse to let him up until I am absolutely sure he is thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds.
What happens next is the main reason why I love spanking Paul so much. I tell him to get up and with him sobbing like a baby I pull him into my arms. It is a very tender moment. Total communication. He is completely emotionally naked and I feel honored to be the woman whom he bares his soul to. We just hold each other and relish in the love we have for one another. Sometimes we stay like this for quite a while. After his crying tapers off and he's through apologizing, I insist he go back in the corner for anywhere between ten minutes and one hour. I know that part of Paul loves being spanked but no part of him enjoys being in the corner. Consequently, I sometimes feel as though this is where his true penance is done. I go about my business but do spot checks and he knows that if his nose isn't in the corner and his hands aren't at his side (I do not allow any rubbing) I'll use his own belt on him. After all, as I said in the beginning of my letter, this is not play, it is punishment.
Wow. I can't believe how much I've written. I hope I didn't bore you. I guess I've been wanting to tell someone this for years. I never have. To be honest, if we were face to face, I'd probably never have the nerve! In all the years we've been into spanking we've never played with another couple. Paul has mentioned that he might like to but I don't want to. At least not yet. I'm afraid that the intimacy we share would be absent in front of other eyes. Besides, I've always been worried about the sort of people we might hook up with. (I hope that doesn't offend you. I'm probably being more honest than I should.)
I'm going to wind up this letter (which is more like a novella) by once again telling you how much I love your website. The decor, the quality of postings, the way you spotlight women who are crashing through the glass ceiling of a man's world, all of it is terrific. Please continue to keep the focus on old- fashioned discipline and not S&M. It makes your site a precious and rare treasure. Feel free to publicly post any or all of this letter. Perhaps it will serve as an inspiration to other young couples (or maybe even not-so- young couples!) much as those letters from other couples serve as a continuing inspiration for us.
Very sincerely,
Susan C.