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Sorry for your trouble, Vanilla. I was married to a vanilla woman who said I was "sick" for this unending desire. Although it's been with me since childhood, I thought (more liked hoped) I would outgrow it. Eventually (after I was married) I came to relalize this was quite common. We've long since gone our separate ways (I wish her well), and I've been free to spank as many female bottoms as were available (aside from a seven year period where I was exclusively with one wonderful woman). I think your choices are: 1) Leave the relationship (of course remaining available and reliable to your children); 2) Seek spankos outside of your relationship without her knowledge; 3) Seek spankos outside the relationship with her knowledge and consent, if possible; 4) Remain in your current relationship and relegate spanking to fantasy, perhaps only communicating with other spankos here on SN. If you follow this path, you may remind yourself that there must be something that brought you two together and keeps you together...and as AmariDevine wrote: "...Just as you've chosen to be with a non-spanking partner, you've chosen to put your spanking needs on the back burner" (for the greater good). Please understand that I do not recommend any particular choice. Best of luck.

After all the wonderful posts you have shared with us dear Chawsee I find this hard to believe. Figured you would multi-task.

Changing my favorite quote: "Spanking, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough." (Sappho, Ancient Greece). (content slightly modified).

Thank you, Nicole - right out of my 'died and went to heaven' fantasy: a long line of women all wearing this dress, walking up for a spanking, one after the other.

Welcome to the site.

Some of the more serious bottoms I used to spank, hard and for long periods of time, left me perspiring (that's when it was time to change arms). Never exhausted, but still a workout. Regarding the tee shirt, I have one that says: "I'd spank that ass 'till it's 50 shades of red." The only place I ever wore it was in the club to which I used to belong where spankings were going on. Wore it with pride, but wore another shirt over it coming and going.

Some of the more serious bottoms I used to spank, hard and for long periods of time, left me perspiring (that's when it was time to change arms). Never exhausted, but still a workout. Regarding the tee shirt, I have one that says: "I'd spank that ass 'till it's 50 shades of red." The only place I ever wore it was in the club to which I used to belong where spankings were going on. Wore it with pride, but wore another shirt over it coming and going.

Absolutely. Love to lecture/scold before, and during a spanking. Always using a calm tone; never raise my voice. During aftercare, lecture morphs into a more soothing tone while applying lotion (if I remember to bring some).

Absolutely. Love to lecture/scold before, and during a spanking. Always using a calm tone; never raise my voice. During aftercare, lecture morphs into a more soothing tone while applying lotion (if I remember to bring some).

So here is the rest of the story; and the end of the story. Ilene and I continued to see each other for a few more months. Although she was not a spanko, she never complained about the rest of the spankings I delivered, although, like the first, they were all on the soft side. I was still afraid of getting into some nebulous kind of trouble if I spanked harder and hurt her, or even if any person of authority discovered our secret. But a fabulous bonus to this short-lived relationship was the love letters she wrote to me. Not the love part, but most of the letters contained a line or two stating: "I hope you don't spnak me for (or because)" and then mention some minor transgressions. So long after we lost interest in each other, I kept the letters which continued to be an exciting read (although I did eventually toss them out). We went our separate ways. And it was not for years until after a failed vanilla marriage that I found other spankos; and did my best to make up for all the spank-less years. Wonder if Ilene has fond memories of that time together? I hope she does.

This reminds me of a bottom I used to meet with regularly for about a year. She loved getting spanked, hard and vigorously, but (to my frustration) exhibited little reaction. So to provoke some verbal response, I started telling her jokes during the spanking. That often got some giggles, at which point I'd grab the best implement I brought along and really go to town during the laughter interval. And while getting that reaction made me happier than a midget in a limbo contest, I've got to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I was just a better comedian than an ER.

A post script to the above memory: Needless to say, as I got older and discovered the spanko community, I realized that this was much more main stream than I ever imagined. That one play spanking was replaced with real spankings. I think I finally reached the point where my left hand/arm is normal, and the right (my spanking hand/arm) can crush a Volkswagen.

Under the category of non-fiction. Wanted to write this for a while but wasn't sure where to post it. Anyway, here it is: By age 17, my friends and I were dating. Dating often involved kissing, sometimes sexual activity (although love-making with intercourse was a year or so down the road). And even though this was great fun, what I really wanted, my basest animal lust, was to take any of these sad-eyed, milk-fed, sweet young girls from my high school whom I dated (and all the others girls who were not interested in me) down into the mud with me (well not actually into the mud - more like drag them across my lap) and spank them into the Stone Age. I think about this enough as it is, but at 17 when the hormones were raging it was all-consuming. Her name was Ilene and she liked me. So not wanting to let a good opportunity slip through my fingers, we spent some time together and after a while, eventually, we were kissing and petting. After a few of these meetings, we were in the furnished basement of my house and I decided to risk it all, and just go for it. I pulled her over my lap, yanked down her panties, and "play" spanked her, afraid that if I really spanked her, she might report me to the pervert authorities. To my great relief, she just giggled. I was still too nervous to really spank her - after all, I figured I must be awfully odd to enjoy this so much, but still loved to finally deliver a spanking, even one without much force. While all this fun stuff was occurring, I heard noises outside, but paid no attention. After all, I was (sort of) spanking a bare-bottomed girl, and focussing all of my attention on her ample bottom. As it turns out, the noises I head were four of my closest "friends", watching through the basement window, and having a great time. When they told me later what they were watching the goings-on (without specifically mentioning spanking), I was furious, and embarrassed, figuring my secret was out. I never knew who, if anyone they ever told, but we never spoke of it again. Awkward, but exciting times to be sure.

Bienvenida Sabrina, Encanto de que te unas a nosotros. La casa es chica, el corazón grande. Es bueno saber que esta propensión es internacional.