Thank you Pinkangel. I found myself nodding in detached agreement as I read your article. Until I read the part with "causing what I perceive to be a certainty…" Then I knew, that this was honest, real, and from the heart.

I have some opinions. ... If you're considering DD, you need to already have a good relationship. DD can make it better. Both partners need to trust and care for each other.

I think DD is most often initiated by the partner who needs to be disciplined. For a variety of reasons. Uncertainty may be enough. I also don't think there is, necessarily, an inequality in a DD relationship. It works best if both parties get something out of it.

Consistency is important. I equate consistency with safety. I'm thinking of safety as an emotion? I believe playful spanking and disciplinary spanking can exist within a relationship. You just may be able to tell the difference.

To me, dougmorton is describing a DD relationship. If doug wants more, I hope he gets it.

I started by writing for myself. Like holymoses, real events trigger me. My internal "verbalizations" became written rants. Which I deleted almost as soon as I wrote them. Eventually my writing turned into a type of diary. I would reread what I wrote. ... I usually wanted to find out what went wrong. And more importantly, to find a way to change an unpleasant outcome. I posed "what if questions." What if I turned left, instead of right? What if I were more conciliatory? What if I hadn't called her a bitch? Then I would change the "setting." And that became my fiction.

I found this site. I wondered if I could find understanding here, that I couldn't find in real life. I submitted a story. I promptly ran into a roadblock named Flopsy. That was the best thing that could have happened. I wrote in a "stream of consciousness" style that was, to be kind, unintelligible. Flopsy advised read, (understand), the author's guide. Punctuate! Try again. And, "don't worry you'll soon get the hang of it." As if.

This is the only site I've ever written anything for. Now I also enjoy comments, advice and a sense of community.

I remember the exact letter in Letters to Penthouse you mentioned. Ive looked for that issue since, but have been unable to find it. There were several letters there I obsessed over for quite some time. There was also a Dear Abby letter that was the first ... femdom spanking reference I ever saw...

As Wife has severe shoulder issues, I attended many spanking parties over the years. When Covid hit, the parties vanished. That's when I bought the SOM II. As I often spent well over it's cost just going to a couple of parties, it was kind of a "no-brainer". ... Imstead of a compressor, I just use the same CO2 tank that I use to fill my tires when I go off-roading.

My Aunt Rose tanned me with my uncles carpet slipper on my bare bottom and i can vouch that it was very painful to the point i had to walk my bike back home.

One of my complaints is where they put a blanket or cover over the couch. It looks so set up!

It seems I'm commenting at the extreme tail end, in the long wake of many better known and some rather renown authors, who have already written extensively on just about all which can really be said on the subject of 'gee, when did you first realize you ... were born with the spanking gene?' followed by 'when was your first exposure to anything in print or on TV which you initially discovered was explicitly about spanking?' My answer is that I was born into the all invasive spanking culture of the southern US region referred to as the 'Bible Belt.' Called that for two reasons: first, most people there in the rural Southland self-identify still as God-fearing, bible reading evangelical Christians. It was even truer back then in the 1950s than now, when I was growing up there. Second, if you didn't as a 'youngster' (describing anyone under eighteen) strictly obey God's Word or the holy scriptures or adhere to your parent's and teachers' instructions, then you got the belt! It was that simple! In my case, the 'belt' I received from age seven onwards was literally a barber shop razor strop, never less than a baker's dozen with it, always bare bottom. At school, it was the paddle. If you got the one, you generally got the other, that is: more often than not during the same twenty four hour period. I along with most if not all of my friends were getting spanked so frequently by the wide variety of 'trusted, responsible' available adults around that having to constantly nurse a very sore bottom naturally became for us just another integral part of our normal everyday life. Frankly, we didn't need to read anything in books or the press or hear or see something about it on a TV show to know everything there was about spanking. Rarely a week went by that we didn't learn about what our bottoms could be made to feel like whenever set on fire, firsthand!

I was heart broken when it stop publication as well. I don't even remember how Angie got me to start writing for it.. To this day I miss Angie and Barred Affair verry much..