A couple days ago my husband spanked me and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Sometimes I feel angry, sometimes not. Sometimes kind of turned on. It's one of those things he's always threatened to do, "If you do that again I'll take a switch to you like my dad used to do me." I never thought he'd actually do it.

I won't go into details but we were in a secluded wooded place. We live in the south and the weather is nice now so we're spending a lot of time outdoors. I had done something to annoy him. Next thing I know, he's got this long, slender stick in his hand and he's stripping off the leaves. It honestly never occurred to me that he really meant to use it. I just laughed at him when he told me to bend over with my hands on my ankles. Who does that?

Well, he's big. And I'm petite. And he tucked me under his arm like I was a naughty little girl about to be spanked by daddy. I couldn't believe it when he started hitting my bottom with the switch. I was wearing jeans but it hurt like hell --- a stinging kind of pain, you know? I was too shocked and horrified to move. I just froze, praying to God that no one would come along and see us. I was completely dazed, and it was only after the spanking ended and he let go that I started to cry.

Weirdly, I wasn't that mad at him and I don't know why. I'm still not mad at him even though I know that I should be.