First posting - but, I have been lurking for quite a while.
Reading this post assures me that I am not in a minority of one - as I sometimes think.
Before I got married, I worked for an International organisation. My role was a coordinating one where I "looked after" a number of committees. One of these was chaired by a man who was pre-eminent in his field. We had a lot of interaction and on a number of occasions I accompanied him to International Conferences where he was a speaker. He was the definition of a gentleman, in every respect.
Even though the gaps between us were huge, in terms of age, experience, status, intellect etc., etc., I always felt so secure and warm in his presence. Our interaction took place over two years. He was 64-65 and I was 27-28 years old at the time.
I was not in the habit of jumping into bed with everybody I fancied - but there was a inevitability about our getting together. Even though it was always going to be nothing more than a pleasant (very) interlude.
The nub of the matter is that he introduced me to the concept of being spanked. Starting from a base of being massaged, it seemed that it was the most natural thing in the world for him to move on from playful smacks. He interspersed bouts of spanking with gentle masssge and I felt totally secure all the time. What amazed me was that I got into it so fast - and I absolutely loved it. Even when it got to sting a bit, I was still afraid that he would stop. Without going into detail, one of the payoffs was when I turned on my back, the sensation of the cool sheets against hot skin still remains with me.
We had three trysts over the time. His term as Chairman came to an end and I got the offer of job nearer to my home at the time.
Two years later, I met my husband and we have two really smashing children. My husband is really nice and good man and an exceptional Father. We have an enviable lifestyle, thanks to him. He is very attentive to me and has been a rock when I was very ill five years.
I really should not complain about anything - but, I still have that memory of that sexual high of nearly twenty years ago. My mentor of that time still sends me a Christmas Card (and book token) every year. This time of the year brings him very much to the fore of my mind. Even though he is now of venerable age, I often fantasise that I should contact him to meet up and ...........
My husband is very "diligent" in the bedroom and I do fancy him. But, like in the rest of life, he veers towards the safe and conventional. I am not a swing from the chandeliers candidate myself. But I do crave that spanking experience of twenty years ago. I have suggested it very playfully and waggled my bum (which is a swimmer's bum) - but no dice. He is very much aware of my mentor's existence in my past - but no idea of his real impact on my sexual memory. I am very aware that all this happened before I met my husband - and I could tell him about a liaison, but not about the intensity of the spanking and my reaction to it.
At the risk of sounding extremely selfish, I get a bit morbid at the prospect of seeing out my days without ever again having the opportunity of reaching the same sexual high. If ever I was to stray, it would only be to experience again that high I appear to get from being spanked. Given all that I have, this sounds so trite. But there are times when I just feel that I have to have that experience again.
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