I remember the first time I spanked a woman...  

Pushkin8inches 53M/43F
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1/10/2006 12:09 am

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I remember the first time I spanked a woman...


I remember the first time I spanked a woman. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was well prepared for the opportunity.

Quite a ways back I purchased a nifty black leather paddle to go along with the black leather restraints I had acquired. I just couldn’t seem to stay away from specialty sex shops in L.A. where I lived and reading bondage magazines in my spare time. The next thing I knew I had a collection or ridding crops, whips and a whole host of erotic, attachments, motorized gizmos, and other forbidden sex toys. One girl friend called me “Mr. Hook,” after a kinky little session with me.

I read books on the subject and fantasized about how I would some day use all these things that I kept hidden and locked away--scared that somebody might find out about my peculiar obsession. And when I did start to use my assorted tools, I experimented with them on myself! I always felt like an idiot practicing on myself until I saw some guy sucking his own dick on a web cam. After that, I stopped thinking I was so weird. (I often wondered what that guy must have been like in bed.)

Anyway... back to this cute young girl I knew, she told me after a long conversation that she had this strange desire to be spanked. And before she could even finish her sentence, I yanked the girl’s panties down, turned her over on her own bed and spanked her bare ass with my hand. I remember thinking I was in heaven--completely out of my mind--but nevertheless, in heaven. I almost had an orgasm whacking her behind. Finally, I was doing what I was evidently destined to do–and the young college girl just loved it!

She came in a flash like a crazy woman, writhing and screaming all over the place. She latter told me she had always dreamed of being treated this way. I tripped on this for a long, long time. I begin to think how many times in the past, I had just “picked up” on what to do with a lady. I thought it was the accumulation of my sexual experience. But there was something else going on. Almost like some sort of sexual intuition. As I got older I stopped thinking so much and just started doing what my instincts dictated–good, bad, or indifferent. I wasn't always successful, but when I was, a good time was had by all.

Anyone who has acted out ritualized aggression knows it’s pretty heady stuff. Some say it is just part of our animal instincts to show aggression. Ever see wild cats screw? There may be some truth to that one.

Others say, for the person on the receiving end, it is a way to side-step feelings of guilt or anxiety about their intense sexual arousal. The same is true for those of us who like to be tied, bound or handcuffed. If we are not in control of what is happening to us, then how can we be held responsible for our sexual arousal? Oh, I see. Somebody else is “doing it” to me. That will work.

Still others say we link love with punishment. Remember when mommy or daddy spanked your bare ass while saying, “I’m doing this because I love you.” Man, no wonder we are so messed up.

I just do it because it feels good. What do you think?

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