My name is Bill. I'm a 33 year old spanko from Southeastern washington state.. I seek a person who Does not want, but needs spanking in their life, like they need air in their lungs, and food in their stomach. No one in their right mind would ever admit to desiring a punishment, yet it seems to somehow be there. The term funishment, resonates well with me. I've had a bit of experience under my belt, and some beneath it. I've learned you can teach someone to spank a bottom but that does not make them a spankophile. For if they do not share what you crave for themselves... The partnership will be unequally yoked.
For those who understand psychology I am a spanko on the spectrum. For everyone else think of a nymphomaniac replacing sex with spanking. I really have no desire for traditional intimacy I've found something that transcends "SEX."
It took me years battling cognitive dissonance, but I finally understood Domestic Discipline was my fallacy of truth.. I have a passion for punishment, and a desire for deterrents. Not a guilty conscience I'm talking about administering or receiving A no warm-up punitive incentive to dissuade unwanted behavior.
A consequence to regret. Tears are not the end but rather the beginning. I don't want to enjoy a spanking. I enjoy the concept of it being forcefully imposed despite any effort to stop it...
Once you feel it, your mind set free.
Our journey begins, over the knee.
My twin flame, the woman I'll find.
Two spankos with fates entwined.
The path to her heart a sore behind.
Spanked every day, I'll never behave.
Evidence of passion, a pain we crave.
Feeding the soul, something this real.
Conveying love, with pain we can feel.
Crying and sobbing, cheeks a glow.
When palm meet cheek, truth we know.
Words are weightless,tears will show.
I'll holding back and you'll never let go.
Don't say you love me, show me deep.
The conversation between hand & cheek.
Spanking we need, well beyond tears.
Crying till cleansed we conquer our fears.
We do not deserve it, we are not bad.
We haven't been naughty, not even sad.
We are worth it, that feeling thereof.
Child like innocence. spanked out of love.
Our butts still throbbing, endlessly sore.
A mutual desire, we share and adore.
With tear filled eyes, still craving more.
If you forget this, or questioning why.
I'll give you a reason, to make you cry.
My definition of love, a pain in the ass.
proof they care, cause words I look past.
Reflecting our hearts, all that we felt.
Put down the pen, and pick up the belt.
Beautiful words being written in welts.
Burning after glow, making me melt.
I want to spank you, do you know why?
Because I enjoy it, I don't need to lie.
You like paddling me, so don't feel shy.
GIve what you want. how you see fit.
Even if that means being unable to sit.
Reason is irrelevant, if desire is pure.
Our sadistic fantasy we love to endure.
Something divine, like sent from above.
An innocent sacrifice, a martyr for love.
That was my poetic way of saying... I've dispelled the illusion, I don't need accountability, guidance, co rrection, or atonement. I need someone with a passion I can attribute to an addiction to infliction. However the idea of "I'm bad and need to be punished." fits the narrative of the fantasy so well. Yes I know the truth however I also love to play "house."
I love the endorphins released when guilt is not absorbing the impact of a spanking. When a sadistic intent is applied, rather than a Justified rationalized reason for accountability. It amplifies the feeling of "Sub Space" after the Panic response has been triggered, adrenaline, chaos take hold of the mind, in a moment of fear, and uncertainty. the fight or flight response kicks in. once the fear subsides, a surge of dopamine, oxytocin, an d serotonin. are delivered. it is the highest mental elation that I've ever experienced.
Knowledge can be acquired, technique taught, experience and even wisdom obtained... Alas there is no substitution for your passion that cannot be espoused. Only a spanko can ardor the enthusiasm of another spanko. I believe it is the perfect amalgamation of "Trust, selfishness, empathy, fear, communication, and mutual sadomasochistic desires. Unless you're speaking to an astronaut, the vastness of space is simply unfathomable. I'm seeking a female spanking enthusiast who thinks no one else would ever crave this on the level that she does.