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st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]–> As long as I can remember I have been a spankoholic. My earliest memories, long before I knew what puddled in my bed at night, I was strangely excited by spankings. In movies, books and rarely observed live episodes. Most of my life I have hidden this part away. Sometimes with good cause, usually just thinking I was weird.
I was once told by a therapist that I was gay. Whew! my secret was safe, he thinks I am a homosexual. As I grew up and became aware of the opposite sex, I just knew that I would grow out of my strange obsession. Sadly this was not the case, to this day I love spanking!
Secrets are hard to keep. I had thought that I had concealed the truth. One year I was visiting a friend in New York City. My best friend at the time. Attended school together, hung out a lot. I was Best Man at his wedding. It was near my birthday and my buddy handed me a plain white envelope. Inside was this card.
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| Girl on girl and vintage to boot! |
That night at his apartment after we had retired for the night, I heard unusual sounds from my friends bedroom. He was spanking his wife. I was frozen in place, as much as I wanted to see the event I was very happy just to hear it. I can’t say if she enjoyed it as much as my friend or me, but this was turning out to one fine birthday. One of my most memorable. The next day nothing was said.
Cranky Spanker
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What a wonderful way to be outed! And I hope you are still friends — friends like that are hard to find.
Welcome to the blogosphere, Emanuele!