On the outside, I'm a perfectly well-behaved suburban housewife. You'd never think twice about me seeing me out shopping for groceries or at the country club pool. I'm a good girl, really! A well-mannered, quiet, Georgia peach!

I might have gotten those manners from being spanked a few too many times as a girl. That might also be why my pussy happens to get soaking wet when a man speaks to me in just the right tone of voice. Reminds me how easily I could end up over his lap, helpless, with my butt rapidly turning red. There is something deeply vulnerable about being spanked, too. Yes, there's the physical part. But there's also a mental part - the feeling of submitting to it, or feeling like you can't stop it. Frankly, getting spanked is embarrassing. I think that's the part that sticks with you. Feeling your butt exposed and on display, and still feeling each blow making it shake and jiggle.

A spanking might come at any time. Of course, it might be scheduled, but it can come as a surprise, too. Perhaps a readjustment of the mood is needed, unprompted. That kind of quick slap across the bottom surely gets the point across.

I'm looking for someone to chat with about sex and submission. I've always been excited by sexual humiliation, especially body shaming, stress positions, and spanking. And, most of all, discipline. Some men seem to have the innate ability to sense when a woman is missing that part of her life. You happen to be one of them. So when we cross paths for the first time, you notice the connection before I do. It is a hot day at the country club, and I'm wearing my swimsuit under a sheer coverup. You introduce yourself, but it's only the start of a long, structured relationship...