I’m going to kick things off with a brief list of my own spanking confessions:
- I was never spanked as a kid, but I always wondered what it would be like. Not that I ever wanted to get in that much trouble, but I always wanted to know just how awful it would be. I was terrified that my dad would someday put me over his knee, but he never did.
- There was a time I should’ve gotten spanked by my neighbor’s mom. I wasn’t, but it was close. As an adult, I played that scene out with a female friend who is also a mom, and it hit all my buttons.
- I want to be spanked by two women. Preferably each of them holding a paddle. I’m going to need to have my hands bound so I don’t go anywhere, which is worrisome because I hate being out of control like that.
- I wish I could like spanking as much as my partners do. I like being spanked, but my partners like it much harder than me. Once I get to a certain point, it becomes unpleasant. And because I can’t get into a submissive mindset, I just get angry at myself for not being able to take more. I can’t push through that and get to subspace.
Now it’s your turn. What are your spanking confessions? Send them anonymously or put your name on them; either way is fine.