A glimpse of young nora #18+, NSFW

I was thinking about my early experiences this morning (after reading slave shae’s blog…if you aren’t following her, you should do so immediately), pondering on how I got from A to Z (Z being a place of submission).  After all, I wasn’t born a submissive girl…in fact, far from it.  While I was a quiet, peaceful baby, my dad loves to tell the story of a toddler who would pretend she was a puppy and demanded attention from everyone (wouldn’t it be funny if I were into pet play now?).  I am very grateful that my parents never repressed my sexuality.  I could openly talk to my mom (and my Aunt) about sex and there was never any shame involved.   

Fast forwarding a bit, I vividly remember the first time I made out with a boy.  I was thirteen years old, and I let him convince me to leave the lunch field and head out on one of the cross-country running trails.  Under a large oak tree, we had a serious makeout session, leaving my lips bruised in a delicious way.  The part that is still vivid to this day was when he reached down and squeezed my bottom, hard.  I LOVED this and leaned into him even more which encouraged him on.  I remember him giving my bottom a few slaps and a whole lot of bottom groping.  A few months later, I would find out he was not a very nice boy, but I choose not to focus on that part of that story. 

A few years later, I was dating a nice Christian boy.  He fell into the category of “everything but”…the “but” being everything but sex.  We did all kinds of horny teenage things together.  My favorite was to lay on top of him in my bra and panties, rubbing myself on his erection.  He would reach into my panties and squeeze my bottom while we did this…helping me reach my climax.  While I had shared with him my interest in spanking, all I ever got from him was a few slaps to my bottom. 

My next boyfriend was much more obliging.  He encouraged my fascination with spanking and set me up with a membership to a spanking porn site.  I was eighteen years old.  I clearly remember sitting in his desk chair, leaning back with my legs spread wide, and viewing spanking videos (for the first time) while he went down on me.   This was an experience we repeated many times.  He was willing to spank me a bit, but mostly in a sexual fore-play kind of way.  I hate to say this…because he was so sweet and generous to me, but I enjoyed the spanking porn more than actually having sex with him.

By now, I am in college and spend the next three years with the only other man I’ve loved besides Daddy.  Our relationship was incredibly intense, as was the sex.  I shared my preoccupation with spanking with him but like the others, he only obliged me with a few playful swats here and there.  Until one night…during a heated argument.  You see…back then, I was pretty sassy…and in the heat of the moment, I called him a bad name.   Within seconds I was over his knee, he took off his belt, and he spanked me a good dozen times or so with it.  When he was done, he just held me there as we both caught our breath.  “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” he asked me.  Even though I was furious in that moment, I was also incredibly turned on and recognized this as an opportunity.  Embarrassed, I told him yes.  He put the belt down and reached under me, unbuttoning my jeans.  I didn’t try to stop him.  He shimmied my jeans and panties down over my hips.  He held me like that for a long moment and then he began to spank me with his hand.  It didn’t last long, but it was a hard, thorough spanking.  After…we fucked hard…relentlessly.  I am sorry to say that is the only time he ever really spanked me like that.  But…it was then I realized that my spanking kink was much more about discipline than it was about spanking foreplay. 

Soon after, I graduated college and moved away.  His and I’s relationship was so intense it was burning us both up, and wisely, we chose to break up.  There was a little back in forth as it was hard to let go.  But ultimately we did…and thank God…because I met Daddy the next year. 

I know I have shared this with a few of you, but I’m not sure I’ve ever written about it in a post.  On Daddy and I’s first “overnight” date, I told him that I liked to be spanked.  Daddy had no qualms about turning me over his knee and spanking my bare bottom and he did so that first night.  We were both so excited that neither of us even cared that his roommate could hear us.  With Daddy, I was so comfortable, I was able to encourage him to spank me longer and harder.  A few years into our relationship, I presented the idea of him disciplining me for the first time.  LOL… I remember printing up this little spanking brochure (with pictures) for him…that listed offenses (such as not doing my homework- I was in my Master’s program at the time) and consequences.  We bought our first wooden paddle together, as well as a leather flogger at a sex shop.  Over the next ten years, spanking was always a feature of our sex life.  And, as my longtime readers know…in 2017, we began to incorporate domestic discipline into our marriage. This was the start of my journey with submission 😊.

So, there you have it!  A small glimpse into this lifelong spanko’s history…a young nora, finding the way to her submissive self. Thank you for reading 🙂

Keeping it kinky, my friends!

XOXO,

nora