Spank Me, Please? A Round Table Post

Katherine Deane wants to know “Who brought spanking into the relationship?”

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If you've read my blog at all, you already know I am the resident spanko around these parts and my loving husband is sweet enough to oblige me. So to answer the question, I was the one who brought spanking into the relationship. How it happened though is a bit more interesting.

Mr. McKay just reminded me of something that occurred earlier on in our relationship.

We had just gotten back together and we were both in our early twenties. We both still lived with our parents and siblings and we had a window of opportunity. There was lots of clawing and grabbing (I do miss the frenzied roughness of unscheduled love making!). At some point I end up on top and he (accidentally, or so he says) smacked my ass. I completely froze. I was staring down at him in wide eyed shock. I obviously knew I was a spanko, I dreamt of him spanking me, but never in a million years did I think this would ever happen. We both sort of ignored it after the fleeting moment of shock (he admits he was afraid I was going to slap him).

Much later on, I finally mustered up enough courage to bring it up. I mention that he had smacked me and I added, “I sort of liked it.” He immediately says it was an accident and starts apologizing and promises he'll never do it again. “Oh, right, right, I was just kidding anyway,” is my reply. Ugh.

And so began our dance of me halfway admitting to my spanking kink- testing the waters I guess. And then immediately pulling it back or laughing it off. “I'm sure SOME people are into that sort of thing, but not me.” Laughs nervously.

In seeing there is a whole tab of spanking porn on the website we are perusing.

“Oh wow, look at this category. Spanking? Is that a thing people like?”

He shrugs in response, having long ago lost interest in the laptop screen as he is now trying to remove my pants.

I continue clicking- wanting so bad to watch a video.

“Well, I guess enough people are into it, as it has an entire tab dedicated to it.”

Still no response.

“Not me though. That would just be WEIRD, right?”

This all built up into the fateful night when I finally got drunk enough to voice my need. Thank God I didn't live during Prohibition (although, let's face it, we probably would have ran a Speakeasy), or some time when it would have been frowned upon for me to get drunk and kinky.

But now that my husband has brought up that he remembers this first encounter when he accidentally smacked my ass during sex, it makes me think he knew the whole time. Which sort of annoys me. He was just letting me sweat it out- it would have been so much easier if he just told me he knew.

Then again, that would have been asking him to embrace my kink before I was even embracing it. I am not sure what my reaction would have been if he just told me he wanted to spank me. Fantasy me is thinking this would have been the hottest thing ever. Real me probably would have told him to go to hell. You can't force someone out of their kink closet before they are good and ready, because they will just deny it all and call you the pervert.

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