Some people had advised me to wait and thought I was absolutely nuts for revealing this side of me to a vanilla so early on. But I didn’t want to start off a relationship with lies and be forced to make up stories about where I was going when out of town for a shoot. I have an honesty complex and would be caught in an instant anyway.

Thankfully I wasn’t rejected. He didn’t recoil in horror. And although this was a whole new world he didn’t know existed, he was pretty open minded once I assured him that spanking and only spanking takes place on the shoots I do. He was actually intrigued by the secret side of this otherwise shy, quiet girl he had met.

Over time I slowly let him into my world more and more. I showed him some of my pictures … my collection of schoolgirl uniforms … the Brats website. He was cool with it all and let me do my thing but didn’t seem to be really into it himself. I wasn’t going to push though. I counted my blessings for having found someone I cared for so much and connected with on many levels that was ok with me being spanked by others. He would sometimes spank me playfully upon request, but it just isn’t the same if the top’s heart isn’t in it.

But recently something changed. Without warning he’d land a good smack on my bottom as I tied my shoe or walked next to him. He’d sting my bottom with a little rope he carries his keys on as we walked to the car and chuckle at my surprise. Of course I had to test this new phenomenon a little more. I teased. I bratted. This weekend, he took the bait.

He bent me over his knee, flipped up my skirt, lowered my panties and spanked me. I mean really spanked me! I was surprised at how firmly he was landing the smacks. I kicked, squirmed, and yelped … I couldn’t help it. Between the sting and the shock, there was no way I could stay still.

Of course my cat Peanut heard the commotion and was very upset by the noise. I half jokingly suggested my boyfriend grab the cane from my closet because it was much quieter. I thought for sure he’d decline and that would be the end of it, but much to my surprise, he picked it up and gave me a few strokes (pretty decent, well placed ones at that for a novice). But he quickly decided that he much preferred the hand to butt contact and resumed spanking, promising to buy Peanut some Fancy Feast to make it up to her later.

Seems he’s not quite so vanilla after all. He told me that not only does he greatly enjoy spanking me, but that I’m deserving of every smack I get. Can you imagine that? Yes, I think I’m lucky. Well spanked and very lucky.