When I Was A Bad Girl...

...I was never disciplined. That is, when I lived with my mother. She may have loved me but it was never expressed. And, a product of the 60's, a flower child, naked until age 5, I ran around without any family structure. My father was gone when I was 3 when they divorced, and mom just did what she wanted. The few times I visited my Dad when I was little, I was spanked. It was traumatic, but I knew he cared. I knew he loved me. When I was 14 my mother was going through her second divorce. I got on the plane to visit my Dad and never went back.

Whenever I was bad he would spank me. I remember one time I stole $5 from his wife. He got me on my knees bent over a chair, took off his belt and whipped me. It aroused me for the first time. And the masochist in me wanted to see how long I could hold out. He will not break me, I kept thinking. He whipped me and whipped me. I was defiant. Until finally, I sobbed. For me, even though it was a harsh experience, I remember it as being loved. I believe to this day that it is why I am aroused by being disciplined and spanked.
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1 Response Sep 23, 2012

.Me too, but I did not have the upbringing you did. I found I responded sexually purely by experimenting as a teen ager with an elderly man. xxx