It's quite amazing actually. I'm 43 yrs. old and have been married to my wonderfully funny, loving and supportive husband since I was 20. He's just 18 months older than me so in all actuality we have sort of grown up together over the years. We have three children the youngest just left for college this past August.
Since I was about 18 or so I have known I am sexually turned on by spanking and dominance. I accidentally ran across a "spanking magazine" and read a story about a young woman being spanked and made love to by her "Dom". It turned me on so much I read that story over and over again until I almost had it memorized. By the time I met my husband and married him I had done as much reading as I could at that time (1982) on the subject and found many other forms of spanking and dominance had also turned me on. Somehow I just knew this little kink of mine was not a good thing and most people would never understand, so I had decided very early on, I would just have to keep this little dirty secret to myself. And I did until…
One night about 6 months after we were married we were lying in bed talking after spending a long time making love and he pulled me close to him, looked me in the eye
"Tell me what you're thinking"
This was a normal routine for us, since we were young and still learning I guess he had insecurities too that needed to be addressed, thus asking me on a regular basis my thoughts. As usual with me I was afraid to actually admit that I had been thinking sex would have been a whole lot better had he of taken me over his lap and spanked me slowly and sensually until my bottom was red all over and hot to the touch. Instead I answered that question as I always had
"Nothing, just enjoying the afterglow."
At this point he would smile and hug me close to him and we would usually go to sleep, me lying on his chest and his body wrapped around mine.
This night however; was not going to be the same for either of us again. He sighs heavily
"Are you sure that's what's on your mind "little one"?
Those words made my stomach flutter and my sex starting twitching and began to get really hot. I looked at him, studying his expression, his deep blue eyes staring a hole through me, yet he was slightly grinning at me. I looked at him for a long time before finally asking,
"What would make you ask me that again?"
He sighed again and pulled me even closer to him and whispered in my ear.
"I think I know a naughty little girl who may need her ass spanked for not being honest with me."
I was so stunned at his words, I actually jumped off the bed and stood there, literally shaking and starring at him, I couldn't talk, my mouth was dry and my throat was totally constricted. His eyes began to sparkle and he broke out into a huge smile as he reached under the bed and pulled out my "collection" of books, magazines and pictures I had cut out of magazines of different spanking implements. I was so totally shocked, I felt my knees knocking and my legs become too weak to hold me up, I fell to the floor onto my knees, leaning back on my heels, I can feel the embarrassment flood throughout my body as my whole body to the top of my head blushed profusely. The whole time asking myself how in the hell he found the box, it had been hidden back in our guest room closet where I keep the extra blankets and junk I don't want anyone to see. My hubby had been quite busy it seems and had actually taken the time to read my material and do a little research of his own. He had decided when the time was right he would let me know, as always with this man, he took his time and made sure whatever it is he's involving himself in he needs to be sure he understands and knows what he's doing. He reached over and wiped the stray lock of hair that had fallen over my eye, wrapped it around my ear and moved to the floor where I was kneeling and sat beside me, holding me tightly to his chest and then begins to speak. He turned my face so that I was looking into his eyes.
"Baby doll" (That's my nickname he has always used for me) "Why didn't you tell me you were into spanking and D/s?"
I was still unable to speak and leaned my head on his shoulder. He pulls me back and makes me look directly into his eyes; I see nothing but love and a whole lot of lust. Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally did open up and told him how turned on I get from spanking and dominance. He in turn opened up to me, letting me know he had never given it any thought until he stumbled across my "secret box". He expressed a sincere desire to indulge both of us in this little kink of mine and had come up with all sorts of ideas he would like to try as well. We began our little journey that night as he pulled us both up off the floor together and sat down on the bed, slowly turned me over his lap and ever so lovingly spanked me until I was begging him to make love to me again. Needless to say, that night we slept maybe two hours and nine months later our first beautiful little boy came into this world.
Over the years we have always incorporated spanking and light D/s into our sexual foreplay, and have tried many different types of sexual toys as well as implements to spank my ass until its red hot and sometimes bruised. Our sex has always been passionate and wild between us and we both believe it's because we are willing to try new things with one another. One thing I can honestly say about our marriage. We have the utmost respect for one another and will back the other up no matter what. Outside of the bedroom we are equal and share equal responsibilities, always have. My husband has never tried or even entertained the notion of either truly dominating me or imposing any kind of actual punishment for not doing what he wanted or because he felt I was in need of a lesson. NEVER! I had never asked him to or wanted him to. For me, it's all about great sex and sharing a special bond only the two of us can have with one another.
OK with all this said, now you all have a better insight into our marriage and yes our sex lives. That information will help you to understand Hubby and myself and our relationship while I relay to the best of my ability this story/episode in our lives.
Like I had said before, all of our children are grown and either away in college or graduated and on their own. So hubby and I for the first time in 22 years have our home to ourselves with the exception of two beautiful long haired rag-doll cats and 3 shelties (little collie look a-likes) We have enjoyed the peace and quiet and at the same time missed the rambunctious roar of our household when the kids and their friends would hang out. But, as a mother, I have missed my children a great deal and the last one leaving the nest has been hard for me to adjust to. Hubby knows this and has been quite attentive to my needs since August. I however, have not been too receptive to his attention and have been increasingly becoming quite a handful, moody and restless not to mention a bit too grumpy with hubby. It seems for the last couple of months, well actually even before the last chickadee flew the coupe I have been quite grumpy and short with everyone. Hubby has noticed and knows where it's been coming from so has been very patient with me. When I have the tendency to become too much for him it usually only takes a word or two from him and I lighten up. I have never enjoyed upsetting him or making him angry in anyway…guess that's the natural submissive in me and he knows that, so he only has to mention my mood and I back off and get my composure back to normal.
On Friday nights we bowl on a league, I don't get off work until 6:30 and we start bowling at 7:00 so we meet at the alley and drive our separate cars home, we usually finish by 10:00, stay and talk with the other members of our league and then head home or out for a bite to eat. Last week I was in a foul mood all day and by the time I met him at the bowling alley he could sense I was in no mood for anything. He kept a protective barrier between me and anyone else just in case I was unable to control my temper/mouth. I knew what he was doing and secretly was grateful since we have known these people for years and I really didn't want to embarrass either of us, but I was clearly not in the right frame of mind to care too much. Our team mates a married couple just a few years younger than us noticed my mood as well. Deanna, one of my closest friends and teammate took me aside during the last game and told me she had noticed my mood lately and had something for me that would help. I looked at her with a confused expression and she handed me a ball of something and told me to wait until I was alone to check it out, well I couldn't wait so I high-tailed it to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, opened the ball in my hand to find a baggie full of POT!!!!!!! I was absolutely floored, could not believe Deanna had given me this, my first instinct was to flush it but something inside of me, the pot head teenager I used to be told me…no way dumb-ass, you'll really enjoy this and it will help your mood, chill out it will be ok.. Well, like a kid at Christmas, I could not wait to try it, it had been over 20 years since I had been high and I decided it was time I allow myself to enjoy it one more time. Of course, knowing the way my hubby felt about drugs in general, there was no way I was telling him about it.
When we got ready to leave I told him I needed to stop at the store for a moment to pick something up, I can't even remember what it was I told him I was getting but I told him to go ahead and I would meet him at home. I rushed to a nearby convenient store and purchased a pack of cigarette papers, sat in the back of the parking lot and proceeded to roll a joint. I was nervous yet giddy at the same time and lit it up right then and there. I smoked about half of it when I realized I needed to get going, so I headed home finishing my joint and beginning to feel the effects of it. WHOAAAAAA!!! I was getting stoned fast, my eyesight began to get blurry and my lips and fingers began to tingle., my head started to spin and I realized at that moment, I cannot drive home, I had to pull over to the side of the road. I sat there really nervous and wasted for about 30 minutes and my cell phone rang, startled by the noise I jumped and with trembling hands picked up the phone. I knew it would be hubby and I knew I was going to have to tell him to come and get me.
Oh shit, what am I going to say???
"Hello?"
"Hi baby doll, where are ya?"
"Hi babe, uh, I'm, uh."
