When she first wrote me, steph said she wanted me to spank her; she had no interest in dishing out the spankings herself.
How things change! We were driving on I-59 in Houston, heading west, just before the exit for 610 South. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I had been spanking her a lot; and I asked her if she thought she might enjoy spanking someone herself, not mentioning who the someone might be. She had been playing with the idea, but only in a theoretical way; she wasn’t going to ask. Yes, she said, she was interested, and if she could spank me, she would like to give that a try. It turned out that she was more than willing–she was talented.
And along with that change in role, we began capitalizing her name, so – Steph.
She has chosen three spankings for this part of the web site, and I’ll let her explain why, and what they mean to her.
Thank you, Steph.
I feel joyous when I am giving you a spanking – it’s thrilling! – and I’m glad to have some of those spankings on the web site. I’ve chosen three spankings to post that represent important junctures in our adventures – and in my sadistic development.
My favorite three spankings
The first segment, Come Here Bad Boy, was when I was just becoming aware of my desires as a sadist. Thank you for suspecting that I might have a sadistic side, and for giving me a nudge down that path. It is a wonderful road!! You were so supportive and patient as I explored my sadistic side (by punishing you). It helped me became more aware of how to read your reactions, and how to understand my own reactions and desires.
The second segment, Some Real Pain, I chose because it illustrates my developing and intensifying hunger for deeper pain from you. I also knew, at this time, that you were hungry for an intense punishment.
The third segment, Stroke of the Cane, was the most severe punishment I have given you. It was the only time I deeply questioned my motives and my sapience in the intensity I use.
In short, this scared me a little. We have worked through that in a constructive way. It is still true that I loved punishing you this way, and still true that I am at odds with the fact that I loved it.
You can hear in these sound files that when I begin spanking you, my speech diminishes. I go into sort of a trance; I am so absorbed in the sensations that flood me, the way you sound and react, the way you feel, the entirety of the experience, that I am speechless much of the time.
Thank you for allowing me to punish you, Doc. Thank you for the fulfillment it brings me.