This story is long overdue.
M and I are a young couple trying to feel out a DD lifestyle while waiting out a career-induced year of living apart. We’ve been together for almost 2 years, and giving and getting spankings (very sporadically) for most of that time.
Before I met my M, I was pretty vanilla (my fascination with self-inflicted pain and blood never extended to the bedroom). I knew I wanted a dominant man, someone I could look up to, but only if I were also to be regarded as his equal. He had to deserve and inspire my unspoken submission without demanding it. That’s kind of a tough combination to achieve. I had less trouble finding people for whom I felt affection, and more finding a deserving man I could secretly regard as my master. M came to be such a dear, caring friend, so genuine, and all the while so bespeaking masculinity and intelligence, that I suspected I was falling in love with him before even our first kiss. Little did I know what I was getting myself into with this beautiful man.
M was the first and only man to spank me. I didn’t have the lifelong fascination with spanking that most in the community seem to harbor, but it also didn’t even approach “just too weird” for me. I can’t imagine the courage it must’ve taken for M to broach the subject so early in our relationship, and yet waiting would have probably only made it harder. Furthermore, he not only confided that he wanted to spank me over his knee, but wanted himself to be spanked, too.
We began our spankings without much communication; this was new, slightly uncomfortable territory for both of us (not to mention both of our having other roommates to worry about). M took me lovingly into his hands, though, and with many good girl spankings, he really gave me a trip. An incredibly sensuous trip. He would take me over his knee and proceed to spank me, tease me, pleasure me, switching between these without warning or doing them at the same time while my sensory perceptions only got more titillated and confused the faster he went. My sensitive little bottom was shocked by just his bare hands, and yet I was experiencing a rush of sensations the likes of which I’d never known. Under his masterful hands, my pleasure and pain wires got thoroughly crossed. Likewise, I quickly learned that there was nothing like a spanking to get my Boy horny. Yet somehow we were unsettled.
M just does not naturally submit. He does not like being told that he is getting a spanking. Since he was the one who had initiated our spankings, and who at least knew he was interested in them, I naturally looked to him for guidance in this part of our relationship. I focused very much on trying to give him what he wanted, needed, and help rid him of any embarrassment the subject gave him. I thought, well, since he says he wants them, maybe he just needs me to be more stern and firm with him. Unfortunately, I failed to recognize that it’s just as easy for the man I look up to and love to not know what he wants as it is for me to not know what I want. Not to mention that I feel very out of place trying to dominate him. With all this in mind, it’s not hard to imagine that when we tried to integrate DD into our lifestyle, it was hard to settle into a good rhythm: both of us being in charge didn’t really work for either of us.
Finally, as our year of separation was all but upon us, M suggested and I heartily agreed that: discipline had fallen from our lifestyle and needed reinstating, both of us trying to switch all the time was no good, and spankings sorely needed to be given more regularly. We accepted our new roles with little difficulty, his dominant (HoH), mine submissive, but with the understanding that if M believed he needed to be punished, we would switch for the duration of his spanking.
Now we play out these roles to the mild extent possible with only phone and skype to communicate, and a bit more thoroughly (and with much joy) when we do get to visit each other. Now all that remains is the real trial when we are living together again one year hence. That’s obviously longer than either of us would like before we can truly immerse ourselves in this new lifestyle, give it a thorough test drive, but the important thing is that we’re still together and we’re still trying. To me, that says that even if this arrangement of roles and rules doesn’t last, our relationship will, and we’ll keep working at it until we get it right.
…. and damn, I’m dying for a gg spanking!
