Our detour into kink was sparked by a movie. I can’t even remember what it was called. You’d think I would. But it was that flick which left Dennis dubbing me the “Spank Whore.” The name made me blush, but I wasn’t going to argue — unless I wanted a spanking.

We were sitting side by side on the sofa watching that terrible movie when a rather intense argument scene came on the screen. Mind you, the action was supposed to be taking place ages ago. Back when men could spank their women as punishment — and not the fun kind.

In the movie, the fuming husband had gone there. He’d been furious and had turned his wife over his lap and given her some hearty smacks on her heart-shaped bottom.

Then there came that moment in the movie in which the characters both realized... Read More