Regan likes to spank.
It had been a few years since I last experienced a good old fashion over the knee spanking at the hands of a woman named Sarah who used compromising videos and pictures of me to launch my journey into discipline. She was my foray into spanking and humiliation. At first, these spankings bordered on nonconsent, but over time I came to realize they helped me focus on my job and personal responsibilities. But all of that was in the not-too-distant past.
More recently, I noticed my ADHD was returning. I was irritable and unpleasant to be around. I was having difficulty multi-tasking at work. I was falling behind on my bills. My apartment was a mess. I was just a little late with getting tasks done. I wasn't as organized as I wanted to be.
Regan likes to spank. It was a profile headline on a site where I used to meet people and source odd jobs. It stood out because it was listed under a platonic category.
Regan likes to spank. The photo was that of a young woman who looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's. She was fare skinned with almost reddish orange hair. She looked attractive, in an everyday girl kind of way.
I found myself drifting back to her profile over the course of the next few weeks. Each time I did, I wondered if this is what I was missing. Could it be that spanking did indeed help me with my day-to-day existence?
I decided to send her an email asking if we could meet for coffee and discuss my circumstances. A part of me was hoping she would not reply... but she did right away. Any hesitation or nervousness I felt upon seeing she had replied disappeared when I read her email response.
"Sure! Let meet at the Beans Coffee Shop on 42
nd
off 9
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at 6PM tomorrow. I look forward to meeting with you."
I went to sleep that evening wondering how our meeting was going to turn out. What was she like? Was she friendly or mean, serious or light-hearted? Her email back to me indicated a certain openness but that was just an email. You never really get the impression of someone until you meet them
Benny's coffee bar is a medium sized store that sells premium coffees, teas, and espresso drinks. The store has large exposed southern windows which provide bright natural light just to the right of its entrance. There is a large seating area to the left-rear extending to the right side and into the back. The back of Benny's is dark but comfortable. It is the type of space you settle in when you desire a calm quiet moment. Or, when you want to have a private conversation.
Upon entering, I walked past the bar and peered into the darker space beyond. I barely made her out, but she was there, drinking what appeared to be some type of fruited tea like a boba. I ordered a latte and made my back to her table.
I was a little taken back when she greeted me with a hug. I wasn't expecting a hug from a stranger. I didn't mind so much, but I must admit it through me off a little bit.
Once I sat down, she asked me about my history with spanking. I told her that what once began as something             I really did not do, may have become something I need to run my life. I told her about my recent bouts with anger, irritability, lack of focus, and disorganization.
She listened intently before asking me " When was the last time you were spanked?"
"About 2 years ago"
She followed up with, "and when was your last orgasm?"
I am sure I blushed when I responded, "Maybe 2 weeks ago"
She than asked, "did you have sex, or did you play with yourself?"
I was taken back again. In fact, I am not even sure why I responded. For some reason, the notion I didn't have to never even occurred to me
"I did it myself." I said, happy that the darkness may have concealed an even deeper blush
"Why did you ask me those last 2 questions?" I asked
"Because I can, and I like to." she answered with a girlish giggle and a sly smile.
Then she continued "There a couple of things you should know about me. Most importantly, you should understand my theory of men."
"I am all ears," I replied
" I believe men are the lesser evolved gender, and testosterone is the reason why. Here is why:
"ere ishhPhysically men tend to be bigger and stronger than women - a skill that is far less needed in today's age of technology then it was in the past"
"They also tend to be more violent than women. Wars are started by men. Bar fights are started by men. Domestic violence acts are perpetrated by men on women. They are not in touch with themselves. All signs of a less evolved gender"
"They are even hairier - a holdover from prehistoric days when body hair was necessary to insulate our bodies"
"By the way, are you hairy?" she asked
"umm no," I replied
"Do you shave?"
"Well, yes," I responded adding "why do you ask"
"I like my boys smooth," she responded
Remember when I suggested I often found myself irritated? Well this was one of those times. But I held back
"So, are all men doomed?" I asked
"Not at all. I think the part of your masculinity that is toxic can be managed"
"How?" I asked
