Men, huh? Can't live with 'em. Can't strip 'em and spank 'em. Well actually, you CAN, in this little corner of cyberspace. Around here, fully grown males are at constant risk of humiliating bare bottomed correction - hence the 'humblings' of the title.

Thursday 31 May 2012

Ah, Yes! I Remember It Well

You might not guess it from my here's-another-picture/here's-another-story approach to blogging, but I'm curious to know more about you lot than what you think of my latest effort.

So here's a question for those of you who actually do this thing we do (or have it done to them) - do you remember your first time? What prompted that initial collision of palm and derriere? Was it spontaneous, planned, paid for? Was it all you'd dreamed of and more, or were you left wondering what all the fuss was about?

I'll go first to break the ice. Barring some half-hearted horseplay with former girlfriends that doesn't really count, I managed to make it to the cusp of my forties unspanked. Having realised that life was too short not to spend at least an hour of it across someone's knee, I did a little, ahem, online research and arranged a meet with a very nice dominant professional lady. Several sleepless nights and one fidgety train journey later, I suddenly found myself in the passenger seat of her car on the way to confront my destiny. The thing is, that car ride was the oddest part of the whole day. It felt giddily surreal to be chatting with someone about the walloping she was about to give me - indeed to be chatting openly about spanking at all, after decades spent biting my lip.

About the session itself, there's not much to say except: a) I didn't know people spanked so hard outside of cartoons. b) the whole experience was somehow exactly as I'd imagined it, like coming home. And I wondered why on earth I'd waited so long.

Now, I'm half afraid that admitting having simply paid money for your first adult spanking is a little like confessing that the first music gig you went to was by Boney M rather than, say, The Smiths. I wish I had a tale to tell about my beautiful but stern boss bending me over the photocopier without warning for a paddling - but I don't. Perhaps, however, you do!

So let's hear about your first real-life, grown-up spanking experience - and if you've yet to have one, let's hear about how you fantasise that it will pan out. Adults only, of course, no kids' stuff - them's the rules around here. ;)