This picture so reminds me
of the eighteen year old Elizabeth being spanked for the first time ever and
hardly knowing what was going on it had happened so quickly. (No, the man was a
lot more gorgeous than this one!)
What a little brat I was
turning in to, pretty and with a good figure I was all too used to getting my
own way with men and was becoming far too skilled at teasing and goading them,
so redress was long over due. My new boyfriend was older than me and had been
very patient, but one day he snapped and the next thing I was over his knee,
skirt up and knickers down and having my bare bottom soundly spanked. Quite
apart from being painful it was demeaning humiliating and horribly undignified,
but oh God it was so exciting! Thinking about it now, I suspect that subconsciously
it was what I had wanted all along and that all my teasing had been encouraging
this sort of redress. No surprise that
we had the most incredible sex afterwards, and after that he spanked me every
chance he got and I was happy to offer him every sort of excuse.
It was a bridge of sighs I
had to cross to reach a full understanding
of my sexual self and it helped shape my tendencies ever since. My book,
Educating Anna, is not about me, but there’s no doubt that Anna and do have a
lot in common.
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