“Nice belt,” I said, gesturing to the red canvas belt around his waist.
We had met a few weeks earlier through a Stanford student group. He was
quiet and broad-shouldered. I liked him right away.
“I have a leather one, too,” he replied, smiling.
I was thunderstruck. For as long as I remember, I’ve been fairly
obsessed with spanking. This obsession felt impossible to share, so I
was always hungry for cues that someone could relate. David’s remark was
innocent, of course, but I was so desperate for understanding that I
imagined connections everywhere.
“You’re in trouble!” a friend once declared when I playfully stole his textbook during a date.
“Really?” I asked, hope rising.
He started tickling me. The relationship was doomed.
I had long assumed my life partner would share my kink. At 17, I met my
first boyfriend while living abroad. He was 24 and so comfortable with
his sexual identity that on our second date he asked whether I had “ever
received a severe spanking.”
His question took my breath away, and our next 18 months were
essentially an extension of that first electrified moment. By the time
we broke up, I had come to accept that a shared fetish was a necessary
part of any future relationship.
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