The figure in my fantasies was always a man, and very much a Daddy-type figure.
I never understood that fantasy, but I knew it was strong enough to stay with me and grow in strength, as I grew in strength.I had friends while growing up who frequently got spanked, and all of my senses were keenly tuned to the sound of the word SPANKING.The story mentions no safety precautions whatsoever, and because the story states that the people she was visiting did NOT know whom she was with, it is easy to assume that no one knew. She chose not to include this sort of hard, "logistical" detail in what she had intended to be a very deep and emotional piece.Nevertheless, she now recognizes that while "emotional," it is also presented as a factual retelling of how she did obtain a first, real-life spanking, and in real life, certain precautions must be taken.I remember several instances where as a child I got to witness spankings at school or at my friends houses.
And I remember not being able to interpret the reaction between my legs to these minor horrors as sexual.During this time of waiting, I discovered the AOL chat rooms, member directory, etc.One night at about one in the morning I did a member search and thought, "What the hell, why not?Dad, being the ever so generous and practical man he was, offered his hand and pocket book to help me.I'll never forget that night, after our phone conversation..the first time in a long while I felt empowered to make a real difference in my future and couldn't wait to move back home and get started all over again.Needless to say, that within the next few weeks, I had acquired many helpful friends in my quest for info about the real spanking scene. So completely in love with the scenario we had set up. We finished our meal and walked back up to his room.