Spankologist

It’s Christmas in May. I’m jubilant with glee. I can hardly sit still. I found something so delicious, that I had to share it with everyone. I was researching for a story; hungrily searching for raunchy, lascivious and unspeakable spanko stories. Innocently; demurely I typed the words, spanking into the internet’s search engine. I’m sure everyone does that, right? Eureka! Look what I found:

Licensed Spankologist

Good God it makes me so wet just thinking about all the possibilities. Some people go for therapy, some people get massages, some head to the gym; to get their sweat on. Some women I know save their hard, earned money for a new designer handbag, or an expensive piece of jewelry. I’ve secretly pined and dreamed for a professional spanker. Someone who will smack my ass until it's red and swollen; a bottom so sore that it stings when I sit down. Let’s just say I’ve been searching for a licensed spankologist practically my whole life.

I’m afraid I’ve fallen head over heals in love with the concept. I looked to see if there was someone I could make a standing, everyday appointment with; close to my house; easily accessible, but unfortunately there was not. I was disappointed. However, I’m a tenacious woman; zealous in my pursuit and I’m not giving up. Eventually I'm quite sure I will strike gold and find my very own spankologist; licensed for pleasure and pain.

Until then…

I guess my poor lover will have to continue spanking my bare bottom. He’ll have to place me right over his knees, the sink, the bathtub, the lawn furniture, the car and spank me with his hand, the rubber spatula, the back of the wooden, paddle brush, or the frying pan. Ah, the list is endless….


Have any good spanko stories for Neve? I’d love to hear about them.