I’m what many people would describe as a cougar — an older woman who is sexually voracious.

While my eye wanders, I’ve been physically faithful for more than 25 years to my dear husband, Simon. We have a satisfying, kinky sex life, but I often reminisce about my first spanking. That treasured memory still fires me up to this day.

When I was 22, I moved to a new town for my first job. From the first moment I saw my supervisor, Roger, I was awestruck. He was a handsome, authoritative man, whose demeanor reminded me of a school principal. The gleam in his eye made him seem like he was all-knowing, like I wouldn’t be able to slack off or misbehave without him being onto me. I wasn’t alone in my assessment. The other young women in the office thought he was hot, but they seemed wary of... Read More