Spare The Rod, Spoil The Boyfriend

When I was about 35 years old I dated a girl named Jennifer — a 27 year old, 5'2"-ish, adorable half-Chinese woman with black hair, brown eyes, and a small, but shapely frame. She was on the shy side, but it was only part of her charm. She wasn’t a dominant, or even a fetishist, but she was a theatre nerd, and a fairly gifted actress. Once she became comfortable with disciplining me, her ability to sternly put me in my place — using a rod, or a belt usually — could have won her a Tony award if anybody had been watching.

We were together for a little over a year. We lived in different cities, so she would sometimes stay over my place for just the weekend. That way we could spend more time together. I had a small two-bedroom apartment by by Newport Beach, and that is where the majority of the spanking occurred that eventually became commonplace in our relationship.

I worked as a freelance audio-visual technician, mostly on the weekends. That meant I would get up before she did, and say good-bye to her before I left.

One morning, I forgot.

I was in a hurry to get to work. I realized it once I got to the bathroom at the office so I sent her a text to apologize. She was understanding, but when I got home that evening I could tell that her feelings were hurt. Nonetheless, she made a delicious spaghetti dinner, and…