Cat and I corresponded at length between September and March. I’m posting here about one-tenth of those emails—enough to give you a sense of how we got to know each other before she visited to be spanked.
Of course it wasn’t all email—we also talked on the phone. That’s always important.
Before we got into the details of what she wanted, we talked about practicalities–was I likely to come to Atlanta? Or would she need to come to Houston? Soon afterward, we began discussing what she wanted and needed.
Thanks for your note.
It’s funny about spanking . . . it’s easy to get spanked, even to get spanked hard. But it’s hard to find someone who will spank you hard enough that you are genuinely desperate for it to stop. That sort of spanking doesn’t seem safe, sane, and consensual to most people, yet it is that intense quality that makes it the holy grail that others yearn for.
You asked if I ever come to Atlanta. I did recently drive through Georgia, but not through Atlanta, and that’s not likely in the near future. If you want me to spank you, you should come to Houston.