Our mutual confession of spanking fantasies started at the movies. Vivian and I had been dating off and on, but that night really clinched it for us. We were at one of those Italian films that are nothing more than erotica disguised as art. The heroine spent most of her time being spanked or threatened with spankings by a hero obviously enjoying himself immensely. During the first such spanking, Vivian clutched my arm frantically, in a death grip. Her other hand was buried deep in that apex of her sex, long limbs crossed in order to vise it tightly. “For God’s sake, what is she saying?” Vivian whispered eagerly. The heroine was verbalizing obvious ecstasy.

There were no subtitles, but the current of sexual energy I could sense surging through the woman on-screen was spreading to me, and I could feel my... Read More