Round Table Discussion- A First Spanking

I've always been intrigued/ turned on by the thought of a spanking, being spanked, the threat of being spanked. I always found it hot and just the thought of it can give me the tingles.

What's a girl to do with this closet kink? How does it turn from a closet kink to something active in my relationship with my husband? When do I stop thinking of it as a dirty, little, secret kink?

I was trying to compile my thoughts on this and realized some things may have happened a bit backwards. Like for instance, my big outpouring confession of coming out of the spanking closet to my husband actually came after I had already asked him to spank me.

My husband opted not to have a bachelor party. He was working in the music industry at the time and was forced to spend many late nights listening to horrible bands at big, crowded venues, so he said he would much rather spend a quiet night at home in our new place with me. I felt a bit guilty because I had a bachelorette party, and it just didn't seem quite fair to me. I promised him I would plan something and make it the best bachelor party anyone ever had.

I was not taking into account that this was the week of my wedding, we had just moved, and I really gave myself no time to plan. The day of, I think I bought a giant bottle of whiskey and dug out some lingerie I hadn't worn in a while. Throw in watching some internet porn and you have yourself a home made bachelor party.

The stress, lack of sleep, working, wedding stuff, moving, and family drama sort of all culminated and we ended up getting hammered. Both of us, which is rare and this might be the first and last time that it happened.

Somehow in my drunken state I communicated to my husband that I wanted him to spank me and he acquiesced. I also gave him things to spank me with- a hair brush and a wooden spoon.(I am still blushing at my forwardness.) From what I remember it was amazing. I mean as much as two drunk people participating in a first spanking can make it. The next day I woke up with a monster hang over and giant bruises on my ass. My husband felt awful. He clearly was not comfortable with the whole experience. I didn't mind the bruises, I actually felt like they were some sort of naughty secret I was hiding. The only thing that royally sucked was I was getting married in 3 days and 4 girls would be helping me get dressed. To this day I have no idea if any of them saw the purplish bruises peeking out from my underwear. If they did no one said anything. I honestly don't know what I would have answered.

This was our big spanking experiment, and nothing else of the sort happened for another two years. I remember sitting in our living room, my husband was watching television and I was reading and it hit me. I will be married to this man for the rest of my life. That's a long time to not be having the kind of sex I want. I don't know why it took me two years to have that thought. Not that the sex was bad, but it was never quite as kinky as I wanted it to be, or as it was in my head. And I thought about that one spanking we had together all-the-time! Chances are anytime we were fooling around that was replaying in my head, but I never brought it up.

So I confessed about all the smut on my kindle. My obsession with reading spanking stories. The fact that I really wanted him to spank me again. This was all met with mild amusement. The relief that flooded me, I felt so much freer. I also felt like I really underestimated him and his reaction. I mean I was still me, the same person, just a little kinkier, asking for some different needs to be met.

I thank him all the time for being understanding. He thinks I'm crazy for thinking he wouldn't be. But I'm sure it happens. I'm sure one half of a couple tries to come out of the kink closet and they are shot down. I'm just glad it didn't happen to me.

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