Thank you, Ma’am, may I have another?

A year ago, when I first admitted to my wife that I wanted to submit sexually to her, I remember trying to clear the air, to clarify that what I wanted wasn’t that crazy. I remember wanting to point out that what I wanted wasn’t so “out there,” and I did so by pointing out that what I wished for was for her to take charge. But I wasn’t into pain. I didn’t want her to spank me or hit me with a whip. Licking boots and bowing my head is downright acceptable! I’m not a freak.

But sometime during the two or three weeks between our first scene and her flying down for our second, I recalled how much she used to love chasing me around the house and swatting my ass when we first started living together. “You have such a cute tush!” she’d say as I got out of the shower. “I just want to smack it!” And we’d play grabass and I’d run and she’d chase and then we’d fall into the bed and just be sunny-happy vanilla lovers.

And I thought, she likes smacking my ass. So why not ask if she’d like to spank me? Because I want to please her, and I know she’s always been disappointed that I don’t let her smack my ass more often in a playful way. And during the next phone call we had, I asked her if she’d like to spank me during our next scene, and I remember her response…total silence, and then a guttural, almost forced, “…Yes. God, yes.” And since then…