F is for…what else? Fetish!
Like a lot of self-proclaimed spankos, I used to obsess over the word. My make believe games always included spanking, I looked it up in the dictionary and shivered with excitement as I read, I read and reread the books that included spanking scenes.
Yet, it was a long, long time before I recognized my fetish for what it was. It wasn’t until 2006, when I was twenty-one and home alone with the computer that I began to understand. Like I said, I had the house to myself and a web browser. I was on the computer, doing God knows what when I typed in “spanking stories” and hit enter. I remember at the time thinking, “Why did I do that? That’s weird.” Then I read and reread every story that popped up. Some were good, some were only so-so, but yet each one electrified my body in ways I couldn’t understand.
For those of you who read my post yesterday, you might recall that my husband and I married when I was eighteen. Which means we’d been married for three years when I realized I was a spanko. It was maybe a year more before I was able to come clean and even longer before he was able to accept it. In the beginning, I was only comfortable with the spanking, which he was uncomfortable with. He was good with whips and chains
BDSM, but just plain spanking? It seemed as odd to him and it did to me, yet, I could no longer deny my need.
It has taken us a long, long time to get things right. I’ve incorporated some BDSM to keep hubby happy and you know what, I do believe he’s becoming something of a spanko himself--as long as he’s the top!
Like a lot of self-proclaimed spankos, I used to obsess over the word. My make believe games always included spanking, I looked it up in the dictionary and shivered with excitement as I read, I read and reread the books that included spanking scenes.
Yet, it was a long, long time before I recognized my fetish for what it was. It wasn’t until 2006, when I was twenty-one and home alone with the computer that I began to understand. Like I said, I had the house to myself and a web browser. I was on the computer, doing God knows what when I typed in “spanking stories” and hit enter. I remember at the time thinking, “Why did I do that? That’s weird.” Then I read and reread every story that popped up. Some were good, some were only so-so, but yet each one electrified my body in ways I couldn’t understand.
For those of you who read my post yesterday, you might recall that my husband and I married when I was eighteen. Which means we’d been married for three years when I realized I was a spanko. It was maybe a year more before I was able to come clean and even longer before he was able to accept it. In the beginning, I was only comfortable with the spanking, which he was uncomfortable with. He was good with whips and chains
BDSM, but just plain spanking? It seemed as odd to him and it did to me, yet, I could no longer deny my need.
It has taken us a long, long time to get things right. I’ve incorporated some BDSM to keep hubby happy and you know what, I do believe he’s becoming something of a spanko himself--as long as he’s the top!
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