My husband is thirty and I am twenty-three.

We have a wonderful sex life and I want to tell other women about it. I’m well sexed and well built. My husband is well hung and handsome. I’m a masochist. I like to be dominated by my husband, who is masterful and tolerates no nonsense from me.

In the first few months of our marriage, we agreed that a good spanking or whipping is better than arguments and nasty words, so I get it whenever he thinks I need it and that’s often. We have two kids, a boy of four and girl of two, and I’m four months pregnant again.

When my husband comes home from work, the first thing he wants to do is screw me. He says he thinks about it all day. I can’t wait until he gets into me — I’m the same way. He drops his pants as I pull up my skirt up over my behind (I don’t wear panties anymore) and bend over while he gives me the fuck I crave (always from behind). My behind is his big turn-on. He can’t get enough of it and I humor him by showing it to him as much as I can.

After supper, we usually go to bed early because we enjoy screwing more than watching television.

First, he lays me across his knees and gives me a good spanking. This always turns me on like fire and I’m raring to go for the main course, which is his fucking me from the rear. Then he lays me on my back and goes down on me. We both enjoy oral sex; I can’t eat enough of him. In the morning he usually wakes up with a big erection and I suck him. I love the taste of semen and always swallow it.

He says it’s good for me, especially when I’m pregnant.

Because I’m such a masochist, I crave a good whipping besides the usual spankings. Sometimes when we go to bed, he says, “Now tomorrow morning you’re going to get it but good.” Then he fetches a bucket of salty water and a length of half-inch manila rope. He lets the rope soak in the water overnight. I know what’s going to happen the next morning and I’ve got all night to think and even dream about it. They say anticipation is better than realization and I agree, although he never disappoints me.

We wake up early because he has a long drive to work. The length of rope is ready; it has soaked up the brine and it’s fairly stiff. I lie on my belly with a pillow under me to raise my behind and he begins whipping me — not too hard at first but gradually harder and harder until he is going as fast as he can swing the rope. Oh boy, does that sting and smart. Soon my behind and my thighs down to my knees are as red as a beet, but I beg him to keep whipping me. When I’m coming, he usually mounts me and screws me as hard as he can. I usually come three or four times before I’m finished.

He never whips me more than twice a week, although I beg him to. He says my behind will get too used to it and it won’t thrill me as much. Usually he whips me on Saturday mornings, when we can take our time, and then we really go to town.

So, we have an uninhibited sex life and we love each other very much. There is never any thought of two-timing or swapping. Young wives should learn the importance of their behinds in sex, especially if they are well endowed in that department. They should discover the pleasure their behinds can give them, not to mention the pleasure they can give their men.