By Shelley Munro On Apr 27 2010, 2:13 pm
Hi, my name is Maggie. I’m an ordinary girl—probably much like you. I have friends, and I work for an Auckland accountancy firm. My life used to be pretty ordinary until I picked up an erotic romance that featured a little spanking. I don’t know what it was about the spanking that made me so hot or so curious, but suddenly I can’t think about anything else. Spanking has grabbed my imagination, and now I want to try it. The trouble is my boyfriend is a little traditional, and I’m not sure we’re suited anyway. While I work through all the complications, I’ve decided to start a blog about spanking and my adventures in spanking.
Here’s an excerpt from my blog:
Yesterday, the thing that worried me most about my new interest in spanking was telling my boyfriend. I worried he’d consider me weird. Kinky. Well, okay. I’ll admit to the kinky, since this is a blog about spanking, but call me weird, and I’ll deny it strenuously.
Today, I have a new problem. It’s obvious Mr. X and I aren’t suited. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, or maybe I did and was too stubborn to admit the truth. He wants a quiet woman who will stay in the background and support his career. Dinners with the boss, look after the kids—that sort of thing. I guess my quiet manner fooled him into thinking I was the woman he could mold into the perfect wife.
We’re going to dinner tomorrow night, and I’ve made my decision: I’m going to end our relationship. Hopefully, I won’t hurt his pride. We work in the same firm, and it’s gonna be hell if he starts taking our breakup out on me there. We’ll see.
Meantime, I’m short one boyfriend. I’m going to have to go through the entire getting-to-know-you phase all over again with strangers before I can even casually mention my interest in spanking. I feel like I’m playing Monopoly and have gone straight to jail without collecting two hundred. I’m no beauty queen, but my friends say I look cute when I smile. Evidently, I’ve got the whole girl-next-door thing going on, complete with freckles. I have long, dark brown hair. It’s straight because I didn’t eat my crusts as a kid. That’s my mother’s story—her hair is beautiful with a distinct curl. Normally I wear it in a braid, because it keeps my hair out of the way.
I have plain brown eyes to match my freckles, a straight nose and good lips. I like my lips. They’re kinda plump and pouty. All this set in a plump face. My breasts are on the large side. Let’s just say it’s not comfortable to exercise or attempt to jog without a restraining bra. I’m tall and solid looking. My mother used to say I take after my father’s side of the family. Considering she’s five-foot two, and I tower over her, I’d agree.
The point of all this description? It’s not gonna be easy to find a replacement, so my spanking experiment will be delayed. I’ll have to find my kicks online. If any of you have suggestions about the best places to find a new boyfriend, please let me know. Oh, and I guess I should continue to collect tips about how to tell a boyfriend I’d like him to spank me. Keeping positive might bring me some good karma.
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Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand and writes contemporary and paranormal romance for Samhain Publishing. You can visit Shelley at www.shelleymunro.com