Alison Carter was driving to her job as a junior high English teacher and counting her blessings. She found her job very fulfilling and enjoyed being at work. In the three years she had been teaching, she had developed a reputation as a firm but fair teacher who was always in control of her classroom. She did her best to keep a usually boring subject interesting and was well-liked by her students and fellow teachers.
She met her husband, Ken, during the last semester of her senior year. He was also graduating, earning a degree in marketing. At first, she wasn't sure he was right for her. He was a bit unpredictable and more impetuous than she was used to, but she soon found out that he had goals and knew how to set his priorities in order to attain them. They dated for almost a year before he "popped the question" and they were married about a year after graduating.
He landed a job in the marketing division of a large software manufacturer. His extensive product knowledge and outgoing personality quickly made him their top salesman. The commissions he made along with his base salary were enough for her to quit working when they decided to start a family. Until then, her wages enabled them to live very comfortably. The only drawback was his position required extensive traveling and she hated him being away. Such was the case now. She had dropped him at the airport this morning for a three-day trip. That meant she wouldn't have him back until Friday afternoon.
Her workdays usually passed quickly and soon she was headed home, not looking forward to spending the night alone. She had some papers to correct and the next day's lesson to plan, but these would be finished before she made dinner. There was some reading to do and she could take some solace from the phone call she would get before she went to bed.
Upon arriving home, she parked in the two-car garage and walked to the end of the driveway to retrieve the mail. Leafing through the usual stuff, she found a handwritten envelope, addressed to her, in what appeared to be Ken's writing. Wondering what it could possibly be, she opened it as soon as she entered the house.
My dearest Alison:
Writing this letter is making me very anxious. I don't know how you're going to react to what I have to say. First, I want to tell you I love you deeply. You are, and I hope you'll always be my soul mate. But I have a secret I feel I must share with you. I have been trying to tell you this since we started dating but wasn't brave enough to do so. I am very afraid of your reaction. Afraid that once you hear what I have to say, you'll stop loving me. If you are repulsed, I couldn't handle the disdain that would show on your face. I feel I can't keep it inside any longer so here goes.
I have a dark desire that involves our sex life. I want you to spank me. Just writing those words is lifting a weight I've carried far too long. This is something that's been with me since I was a boy. I don't know where it came from or what caused it. I do know that just thinking about being spanked by you gives me a powerful erection. This must be a real surprise for you. I hope it's not one that will turn you away from me. Please do not pass judgment. If this is something you don't want to do, tear this letter up and throw it away. Pretend I never wrote it. If you find it interesting or you want to ask questions, tell me and I'll know you still love me. I'll call you tonight and I pray you'll still love me no matter what your decision. I love you forever.
Ken
Alison stared blankly at the piece of paper in her hands. Her emotions ran from shock to curiosity then sadness and finally anger. She couldn't believe he had this desire and never expressed it in some way. She wasn't sure what he was asking for. She and her siblings were never spanked by her parents. The only reference she had was from friends that had been punished that way. From their description, it sounded like it hurt a lot. She didn't realize anyone considered it a sexual activity.
The sadness came as she thought about the burden he carried for so long. How it must have weighed on him since he had no one to share it. He professed his love for her but didn't trust her enough to share this burden. What really made her angry was that he thought she might reject him. How could he not know that she loved him unconditionally? He had no reason to doubt, but it was plain to her that he did. That hurt her a lot.
These things occupied her thoughts until she turned to the work she brought home with her. She attempted to grade the papers but couldn't concentrate enough to make any progress. Finally giving up, she decided to do some research and turned on the computer. What she found when she typed spanking into the search engine was nothing short of amazing. There were so many web sites. it would take a very long time to visit them all.
Some were men spanking women and others women spanking men. Even women spanking women and men spanking men. There were pictures, videos, and stories. She learned about erotic and disciplinary spanking. Bondage and domestic discipline. Also role-play and safe words, toys, and implements, dominants, and submissives. So much information, it was hard to process it all.
Alison was so involved with her research, she was startled by the phone and the realization that it was 10:00 pm. She had been on the computer for five hours. Still unsure how to handle this, she decided to act as if the letter hadn't arrived.
"Hello. Is that you, Ken? How was your flight?" Her tone gave no indication anything had happened. She hoped it would put him at ease.
"The landing was a little bumpy, but otherwise, just fine. How was your day?"
"Same old, same old. How about you?"
"I did better than expected. If the rest of this trip goes like today, the boss will be very happy."
The rest of their conversation consisted of the usual banter exchanged between husband and wife. She made no comment about the letter and he asked no questions. Expressing their love for each other ended the call. She knew he would phone again tomorrow.
She had a lot to think about and some decisions to make. First, there was more to learn. For the next two days, she spent most of her free time surfing the net gathering information. She concentrated her searches on web sites that talked about erotic play and domestic discipline. Finally, she thought she understood his needs.
He called each night that he was away, but she gave no response to his letter. She wanted him to think she was ignoring it completely but made it plain that she still loved him.
Friday arrived and she eagerly anticipated their reunion that afternoon. Leaving school at the end of classes, she drove directly to the airport to meet his flight. When he appeared, she greeted him with a warm embrace and a lingering kiss. They chatted during the ride home, but she could tell he was uneasy about his letter never being mentioned.
