BUM THRUM

I awoke this morning absolutely aching for a good
S&M session. I realized at an early age I was slightly
perverted, when my friends told me they had been spanked
I was always jealous. Now I've never been one for scenes,
Jeff once dragged me to a fetish club and it was way too
much for me, although we found a private booth and that
was ok-I never could quite relax when I thought people
could see and hear me getting off. But now I'm not so sure.
It must be desperation, or loneliness (how pathetic!) but
I just need a good bum-burner, a hot spanking to correct
my wayward thinking. The best part is that nobody knows
that I'm like this, not Ruth, Alex or even Raine. It's
just something I share with the guys I date, it's a matter
of trust. I would be mortified if anyone found out-ok
and here I am writing it down for all and sundry to read
(yeah like anyone ever reads my blog!) but I think it's
very unlikely that anyone would ever find me here. I could always deny it and say it was a work of fiction!
Staying with Sister-thing is going to cramp my style,
sex here is out of the question. I miss Jeff, he was
not a Master or anything, but boy could he use a paddle
to good effect! I wonder if they do escort spankers,
'Come round here and give me a good seeing to!' Oh it
would be too gross, a bit seedy, then I am getting pretty
desperate, perhaps I should reconsider the S&M club?
What was it called? Um, Thrum, yeah that's it THRUMZ,
what a scuzz-bucket name.
Save me
Becka