Gay Spanking

Lately I've taken to watching gay, spanking porn.  Some women in the scene even mention they won't bottom to a male switch they just saw being spanked, but me? I'm all for it. Although I'm not too keen on watching males being spanked by females.  Maybe it's the equivalent to straight men watching lesbian sex? I blame it on Tumblr.

The wired thing is, when I first attended my current church there was a lady who would say she'd spank me if I misbehaved,  and then another lady said she would too. The First Lady then said she'd spank one cheek and the other lady my other cheek. Torture for a 12 year old spanko.  

I took a 40 minute shower, including shaving time. I remember back in the day when I wanted to reduce shower time via spanking encouragement. Keeping my room clean through spankings seems almost as futile. Alas, I still get spanked for a messy room. So much, in fact, my bottom is now permanently tanned. 

So my BFF mentioned she enjoys gentle swats, not hard hard ones. She then proceeded to demonstrate how hard she doesn't  like them, on the front of my thigh. Bastard. I told her I didn't enjoy being smacked that hard on the thighs either, much less the top of my thighs. 

My first spanking.

What he had to say about my first spanking:  

You were anxious, but determined; you didn't hesitate to lower your pants, when I asked. You complied immediately. 

What I remember: 

I was ecstatic. Yes, I was anxious too, I had just turned twenty a month before. This was the first time a man would see me in my panties and then my bare bottom. I had fussed, it would hurt. We had agreed I'd keep my panties on for my first spanking. I managed to get in trouble for lying before we met, so now, I would get the paddle on my bare bottom as well. 

The spanking was dissatisfactory. I was insatiable. I wanted more. I raised my bottom for him. My bottom became bruised. He ceased. I wanted more. 

My bottom bruised with a ping pong paddle! 

It was a Wednesday in July 2008. 

Punishment

I crave a spanking as if I were famished; but what I feel like I deserve is equivalent to liver and onions, so I would rather starve. 

I am an adult. I enjoy being spanked. I should stop craving punishment. Which I rarely ever take seriously. 

I want to throw a tantrum.

Never mind the barrage of times I've stood spankers up, canceled at the last minute, simply didn't  show up. Being postponed on: bites ass! It's the second time it happens this year. Karma bites butt and I don't like it, even if the cancelations were legitimate and reasonable.

In my defense, I was just following my gut instinct of something going amiss, mostly every time. Sometimes, I just wouldn't be in the mood to make the trip after all. I know. I know, basic human respect. Agh!!