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Luckily this guy I met in school, who was my 20th fuck during school and my 35th fuck so far in my young life , that is the men, there were a few women along the way too. He is also the last guy I fucked. No one but him since I’ve been 18. He was 2 years older, and he sensed in me something I didn’t realize. He saw that I craved discipline, that at times I like to do something bad, something I shouldn’t, spend too much do whatever, and I get rather contrary in attitude. In one of my bitchy moods, he grabbed me, pulled down my panties under my dress, and threw me over the edge of the couch. Soon his belt was out and from the first smack I stopped moving. Instead I called him terrible names, and he just kept bringing up welts on my butt, lower back and tops of my legs. When I stopped calling him names, and began to cry a bit as the pain really set in, he gave me 5 more then stopped and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.

We’re still together, with two kids now, I got a little chubby after the second and he had to discipline me to get my figure back but I did. I still turn my attitude up or do something I know I shouldn’t do, and I get disciplined. It’s usually when the kids are out for the night or a long weekend with my parents or my sisters. But I crave my man taking control of me and disciplining me then fucking me like we were teenagers.

We are equals in our marriage, in our finances, but in our sex lives we are ordinary and equal until I want more, then I get in my mood, I get disciplined, I call him horrible names, and when he’s fucking me after I call him a rapist. I love it.

NSFW: yes

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