I was 22 and fascinated by spanking. But, I was still ashamed to admit that I liked to spank. I would spank my girl friends, but I did it a way that had plausible deniability that I enjoyed it. I could always say that they deserved it or it was just in fun.
They did not object to being spanked, rather they did things to encourage it. Of course, I was too dense to see it that way. It could have been a lot more fun for both of us if I had understood they wanted me to spank them.
I was in a manager training program with four girls and another guy. We were all about the same age. We got paid a little over the minimum wage for working 60 hour weeks. The good part of it was the girls were attractive and eager. Over the course of two years we all got to know each other. Very well.
I spanked two of them rather poorly. This is about one of them. I can’t recall her name, so I will call her Beth.
Beth and I did not have all that much in common, but we as The Eagles said we good in bed. Before most trysts, Beth would earn her spanking and I would give it to her. Since it was often repeat behavior, I felt it my duty to increase the length and severity of the spankings – often having her bring me a spoon from her tiny kitchen if my hand swelled.
I would spank her with serious conviction, and of course it got me aroused. I would stop when she would tear up and then I would rather savagely flip her over and in no way could you call it, make love to her.
Beth I regret that I was too dumb to understand the game.
This may be the reason that I no longer mix discipline/punishment with spanking.