I need some advice & who better to get it from than other like minded people. First off, I, like many of you here, have had a lifelong infatuation with spanking. I truly believe that I was born this way & it will forever be a part of me. I've always loved the look & shape of women's bottoms & would wonder to myself if they had indeed been smacked recently. Growing up, I talked a few girl cousins over my knee to indulge my "kink" as it were. I found that it grew & grew over the years & I wanted to take willing lasses over my knee every chance I got. After leaving home & entering the military, I got to travel the world & discover the true joys of spanking at munches, conventions & even one-on-one sessions. I was so shocked that so many others had the same proclivity as I did for all thing spanking. I spanked to my heart's content during those years & then some. I then met & married the most beautiful woman in the world who has a plump, shapely tush befitting her Latina heritage. The problem is that at first shed indulge me some, but for a long time now things haven't ever been white the same. She doesn't 't share my passion for those intimate times that I'd have her over my lap that I find myself longing for more & more. We all know here that spanking isn't always a sexual act, but it is sensual. There's a closeness about it an intimacy & trust that's real & palatable. I miss that with her & my heart as well as my palm itches for those times once again. It's was during such a session about seven years ago that we decided to experiment, so she took me over her knee. I'd never had even a remote desire to be topped before, but I was over her lap, underwear pulled down & my bottom bared that a trigger went off in me & I loved it!! Each stinging swat of her palm on my quivering bottom sent me over the edge again & again. Words can't describe that feeling. I craved it at times more than doing the soanking myself, but alas, she grew weary of it and rebuffed me ever since. There are times when I just want her to take out her frustrations, her stress from work on my bottom to teach me the lesson I sorely need to be taught. Sigh... I guess that makes me a switch & I'm ok with that. |