How it all began

As you can see, today is our spanko anniversary. Several readers have asked me how our spanking adventure started, so here's the story.

I had always had an interest in spanking, and can remember saving the Sunday colour comics and enjoying pictures of spankings even before I could read the words. It was very much a part of who I was. So, when I suggested to my first husband that I'd like a little attention back there, I wasn't expecting the reaction I got. My ex was not simply vanilla - even vanilla can be exciting. He was more of a sno-cone without the flavoured syrup. Not only was he uninterested in trying spanking to please me; he was convinced that only a very sick person would enjoy such a thing.

Fast forward several years. Mr. Sno-cone was gone and Ron was a part of my life. He was clearly a butt man, and that was fine with me, because he gave my bottom a lot of very welcome attention. But once bitten, twice shy, so I didn't want to make the same mistake again. I never asked him for a spanking, and I will be eternally grateful to him for making the first move. I'd like to think that he read my mind or interpreted my unspoken signals, but it was more likely his fondness for my bum, coupled with the row of spanking erotica on the top shelf of my bookcase, that gave him the idea. In any case, it happened.

One night we were in bed being intimate. I was on top, and things were progressing quite nicely. All of a sudden, I felt a double smack from Ron's hands as he spanked both cheeks at once. There followed another pair of smacks, then another. I was overwhelmed with a variety of thoughts and emotions. First of all, it hurt! I was startled, surprised, delighted, grateful, and yes, very turned on. The smacks continued and I enjoyed them as best I could - they really hurt - and sooner than I expected, I climaxed, and so did Ron.

Afterward, I murmured, "I've been hoping you would do that." I don't remember what he replied, if anything. We drifted off to sleep then, but awoke in the middle of the night, very aroused. We quickly made love again, then slept till morning.

The next day, the spanking was all I could think of, and that evening I asked Ron if he had been thinking about what we had done the night before.

"I've been trying not to," he admitted sheepishly. We had an early dinner and couldn't wait to expand upon our discovery of the previous evening.

Ever since then, spanking has been a regular part of our lovemaking, and our lives. Disciplinary spankings aren't part of our lifestyle. Ron simply laughs at the idea. I enjoy them far too much to consider them punishment. They are always erotic and we both still have fun during and after them.

Happy spankiversary, Ron!