Boys Are Such Chickens
Miss Pink writes about her spanko history, and in the process reminds me about the callowness of youth. Boys are such chickens. To get such offers, and do nothing! And yet, I can’t mock them; despite the myths of testosterone, I think most young men encounter sexually charged situations they don’t know how to handle. They pause, they quail, they balk, they do nothing; and if they are smart, twenty-five years later they are still kicking themselves in the ass and thinking “Dude, you idiot!”
My freshman year of college I confessed to my long-term boyfriend my need to be dominated. I didn’t use that word, though. My specific words were, “locked in a room without any clothing and made to do whatever you tell me to”.
I didn’t mention spanking, but that was at the center of my fantasy and a word I just could not say. I felt ashamed at my desire for him to spank me; I could not afford his mockery.
He did not lock me in a room and use me as I’d offered; he did not spank me.
While lying naked in bed with another boyfriend, I would turn onto my stomach and lift the sheet with my feet, exposing my bare bottom in temptation. When he’d cup the cheeks, my breath would catch and I would yearn for him to do it, to spank me. He never did.
