Music rang through Molly's room as everyone chatted, munching on snacks that Violet made (she's surprisingly really good at cooking). We all knew each other well enough by now that it wasn't awkward, even when someone brought up the spanking topic. It was all kind of surreal... I'd never been anywhere with so many spankos in the same room.
I watched as Izaak and Violet engaged in light flirting, the grin on his face never going away. The chemistry between those two was odd, coming to life for the first time that night.
From my side, Toby looked at me, half-chatting with Molly and Gabe, but clearly wanting to strike up a convo with me. When the opportunity presented itself, Toby scooted closer to me.
"So how'd you get into the lifestyle?"
I shook the hair out of my eyes and smiled at him. "You know, always kinda knew it was there, the fascination with punishment and spankings. I was finding videos and stories online as a pre-teen, fantasizing about what'd it'd be like to have a strict older brother."
"Are you an only child?"
"Yup, only me. That's why I'm so spoiled."
He chuckled. "Well, I know what to do with spoiled little girls."
A tiny blush spread across my cheeks. "What about you? How'd you come to the dark side?"
"I'm interested in behavior modification... rewards, consequences, holding people accountable. It's something innate in me. I think there's a strong genetic basis for being into this type of lifestyle. The science is still out but within the next few years I'm going to do research of my own. DNA research is growing rapidly."
My eyebrows raised. "I've always wanted to do one of those DNA tests. Would be cool to find the spanko gene."
He smiled. "Indeed. What's your experience level with spanking?"
Oh, if only he knew. "I've met a few different people throughout the years, but Izaak is the only one who's really given me what I wanted."
"And what is that?"
Another blush. "A real punishment spanking. No mercy. Stern scoldings. Etc."
"What were the others like?"
I shivered at the thought. "Most of them were creeps I probably shouldn't have met — old guys off internet sites. And when I started getting teary-eyed or whining they'd just stop."
"Ahh, so you're a crier."
My eyelashes batted and I shrugged, asking about his experiences.
"I've had a few different spankees, sometimes just for a fun session here and there, but I prefer the commitment, like what you have with Izaak. Most of my spankees set a specific goal, and we work together for a while to help her achieve it. Then there's friends like Molly, who I would spank if they did something where I thought it'd be an effective consequence. Or I've had younger spankees that I acted as a mentor." He paused for a second. "Also, I'm a switch, not sure if you knew that. I have a mentor who spanks me."
I tried not to let my mouth drop in surprise, instead nodding and half-smiling. "And where is your mysterious mentor?"
"She's a woman in her 40s with a family of her own, also the principal of an elementary school, so she doesn't go out to events like this. I believe I'm her only mentee currently, but we don't meet very often."
"I've never been spanked by a woman. What's her weapon of choice? A paddle?"
"A heavy wooden hairbrush. It's quite effective and my personal weapon of choice, too."
For a second I imagined being over Toby's lap while he spanked my bare bottom. He was so much shorter and scrawnier than Izaak, so I couldn't imagine he'd be able to inflict much pain on me. But his interest in behavior modification made me curious about it as well. Especially with his tendency to work in the criminal justice system. What would he think of my history?
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