I am still spanked

The first time my husband spanked me, I was utterly shocked. We were dating at the time, snuggled up on the couch, watching a movie, and he had his arm around me. I said something snarky to him, and with no warning, he flipped me over and whack! Spanked me. It was a teasing swat from a guy who was hot for me.

Sunday, 18 December A pleasant surprise after the punishment. After that painful spanking a few days ago, I have magically got everything on my list done. So anxiety and muscle memory does motivate? I'm confused. The next morning when I woke up, my husband wanted to check my backside -- the spanking marks should be gone overnight so I was not sure if he was about to give more "color" to it.

Have a look at the site's front page or go to the explanatory page, About this website. When we were at the seaside last week I noticed a black mark showing just below her bathing costume on her leg, and when I inquired if she got a bruise or an insect sting, she blushingly told me she was spanked before leaving school. When we got home I made a further examination, and to my horror I found four similar marks on her hips, I was so annoyed that I immediately sent for a doctor, who examined her and assured me that it was not serious, and the marks would leave in a short time. He questioned the girl, and she told us that recently a film book and novel had been smuggled into school by another girl, and that most of the girls got a look at them; they were passed to her one day and she was caught reading them one night.

What I remember about my childhood is complicated: I lived a spoiled, suburban, sheltered life. Neither my siblings nor I wanted for anything at all. I remember these pleasant snippets of my formative years, but I also remember the unpleasantness of being spanked: the fear and anger and shame. You believe them when they say that they know best, and you trust them.