It took a lot to ask for a spanking.

“Ok...,” my then-boyfriend said, hesitantly.

“I want a real spanking. Not a few taps, ok?”

My punishment was scheduled for Friday.

“Pull your pants down and lie down over my lap, girl,” he commanded.

I bared my bottom and draped myself across his knees, at his mercy. His hand came down firmly. Forty smacks rained down on each buttock. I started to gasp and cry halfway through, but I urged him on.

All that night, we made mad, passionate love.

What would my husband think if he saw the film?