As I’ve mentioned several times on this blog, I used to run several popular Tumblr blogs, including one featuring spanking images, videos, GIFs, and stories. I also used to post photos of spankings I’d given (with permission). The blog was lost in the great Tumblr de-adultifying of the 2010s, but I still look back on it fondly.
I met several important people through that Tumblr. One of them was 19 years old when she messaged me back in 2013, asking for my opinion on punishment spankings and how they can be effective. We messaged back and forth for a while before exchanging IDs on a messaging service, and we talked pretty much nonstop for three years. She went through several relationships, lots of mental strife, and plenty of punishment spankings. Eventually we started talking less but we still kept in contact, still chatted from time to time, exchanged birthday messages and the like. I was a nonjudgmental older person in her life that she could talk to and get a more objective opinion on things from because I wasn’t part of her day-to-day existence. I was there (virtually) when she first got into the domestic discipline dynamic she’s in now — it inspired a story in Baker’s Dozen, “The Truth About Annie”, which she has read and enjoyed. This person, while spanking is an important part of her life, doesn’t actually like being spanked. She’s not a spanko. She recognizes that domestic discipline is a vital part of her existence and she’s a better person with it than without it.
Recently Partner 1 and I were headed to Spankopalooza by car, and we were going to be passing relatively close to the town where she works. I asked if she was interested in meeting us for lunch. She was overjoyed to get the invite, and in late April we spent a very pleasant 90 minutes just chatting about life, our kids, our jobs, and whatever else came to mind.
It took thirteen years to meet this woman in person, and she’s gone from being an unsure, scared college kid to a capable adult who, admittedly, still gets scared sometimes. (Don’t we all?) And in all that time, through all those years talking about spanking, we didn’t actually discuss it in person. (Well, the fact that we were going to a spanking party came up, and we did discuss GASP a little, but we didn’t talk about spanking as it directly related to her.) It… well, it wasn’t really necessary. I was just happy to meet her in person after so long.
I’ve never spanked her. I may never spank her in our lifetimes. But spanking brought us together in a way that other topics might not have done, and it created a lasting friendship that I’m happy to have.
