K is for kissing. Now I think most people like kissing, but I’ve often used kissing as a metaphor for spanking. This is how I see it. I brought the idea of spanking to my husband and he was very enthusiastic at first, but over time, since he is not a natural born spanko he forget how important it is to me. So I come on my other site and gripe and complain about not getting spanked enough. Inevitably someone will say, you’re the one that know you want it – just ask him. Okay, right, I agree, BUT I’ve told him I really like spanking and that it makes me feel happy and sexy and desirable and cared for and loved. I’ve told him that repeatedly for eight years now. Yet there are long stretches where he does no spanking unless he’s in the mood for sex.
So back to spanking being like kissing – you’ve told you husband for years you need to be kissed in order to feel happy and sexy and desirable and cared for and loved. Just a little kiss as you walk by some time. Maybe a kiss as you’re leaving for the day or before you go out. But he never kisses you unless he’s ready for sex. How many years are you going to beg for a kiss before you just say, ‘Forget it! If I have to beg for every kiss I get, just don’t bother kissing me at all!’ That’s how I feel about asking for a spanking!
Now let me say this has been a complaint of mine over the years and I know many women still struggle with getting what they want and need. At the moment I am not having this problem and Nick has really stepped up and given me plenty of what I need. Things ebb and flow – I may be complaining again someday, but not now.