I've Written a Letter to Daddy

Daddy,

I wanted to shoot you a short email about what happened this morning. I know from your perspective, this probably still doesn't count as a real spanking, but for me it was pretty intense. Since we're taking domestic discipline slowly, I thought you might want my thoughts on this minor step.


A few aspects of the spanking has lingered in my mind since I got in the shower. First, was the symbolic aspect of being over your lap. My developing interest in discipline focuses almost exclusively on over-the-knee Daddy/boy spanking with the hand. This was the first time that all of those symbolic, formal elements of spanking were present. I kept frantically thinking to myself "I'm I'm over Daddy's lap! I'm over Daddy's lap! I'm over Daddy's lap!" You know that I fantasize, and I think a big thrill for me this morning was experiencing the idea/fantasy. For example, I don't think I would have had this same thrill had you paddled me while bent over a chair. All the sexual and mental indicators of discipline were present this morning, and it thrilled and electrified my mind and body.


The second element was the spanking itself. More specifically, the physical aspect of the spanking. Through this, I experienced your strength, Daddy. That may sound strange, but it is actually uncommon to really feel your power. We both love wrestling and joking around, and I get a small sliver of it then. This was different, though. With one hand, you held me down no matter how much I kicked or wiggled. With the other, you administered very specific amounts of pain. You WERE completely, 100% in control of the situation, and I knew it. With every sting on my cheeks, I felt how powerful you were. Every time your hand would pull away, my heart would race with anticipation of the next swat. When would it come? Would it come at all? Would it be the same force as the last swat? Less? Double? And then your palm would strike my cheeks, and I would feel the rush of the sting. I felt this rush with every swat you gave me.

The last aspect of my spanking that really affected me is somewhat difficult to express. I suppose it is related to my first point. Basically, the spanking I received this morning was preceded by months of craving exactly what happened. I have thought about spanking non-stop since we started speaking more seriously on the subject. I know you overheard me spanking myself the other night while I jerked off, just to even get a taste of the feeling. It isn't just that this was a fantasy of mine, but rather that it was a new experience. The last time you spanked me, I was in a completely different mindset. This is the first time experiencing a spanking since I first became interested in it. I don't even have another experience in my life I can compare it to. It isn't like the first time I got fucked, or tied up, or any other sexual interest I have ever had. This came after weeks/months of desperate anticipation, and it made my heart and mind race.

I love you.

ben