Spankaholic woes

I’m on to my seventh year of getting spankings. Lucky number seven. 
The first time I was ever spanked, I was left wanting more, however my bottom didn’t agree, I was new to spanking and my butt bruised severely. The guy spanking me didn’t want to harm me and stopped despite my pleas of wanting more. I was hooked on spanking, I wanted to be spanked weekly, daily! I found myself draped across nearly anyone who had lap and a swinging arm. I bruised as many hands as they bruised me. I stopped using my safe call as to not be judged by the number of times I was meeting new people. I was spanked in parks, in the back of cars, in parking lots, in hotels, in the back of the library, in restaurants, across tomb stones, over fallen trees, in dorms, I walked into people’s houses not knowing anything besides their screen name; yet I’ve been left wanting more and more, a never ending satisfaction, insatiable, unquenchable.

Am I not enough for you?

Was the first thing I was asked when I decided I wouldn't keep it a secret: no one in particular was my sole spanker/top/disciplinarian. I  wanted to be spanked every waking moment of my life, I wasn't going to wait for anyone to make themselves available to spank me. I've noticed the polygamy of the spanking scene. I am brazen about seeing multiple spankers. I am aware I am not anyone's only Spankee, yet I sense the territorial attitude from spankers. I could very well ask the same thing: Am I not enough for you? 

This year I've canceled more spankings than I've accepted

Do I dare consider myself a spankaholic? I need to find myself a boyfriend because whenever I want it most no one is available, and when I'm not in the mood suddenly everyone has time. But coming out to a boy, unless I meet him in the scene, will be a process. I'm getting old here. I don't want to wait anymore. I need someone who wants to spank me as much as I crave it. 

Happy New Year

Me: New year: clean slate. 

Eric: No. 

Me: My slate is as clean as the snow. 

Eric: As clean as the snow on the road. 

Me: Rolls eyes. As clean as the snow on the grass.  

I can't claim to take a hiatus because I need my butt for bike riding, although after what I pulled two years ago, it simply won't fly again. I attempted to say I'd be vanilla for the year and instead said vegan. Who am I kidding? I'm a spanko. I live spanking. 

me deverian de jalar las orejas. ya van dos dias que no como comido mas que dulces y papitas. me siento de la patada. 

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.