2008 —
It took months for me to muster up the courage to search for a disciplinarian, still kind of afraid after my abusive relationship in high school. I signed up for a spanko "personals" site shortly before my 18th birthday, mostly uninterested in the people who messaged me because fantasy is much better than reality.
When I stumbled upon Gabe's profile, I felt an instant connection. I can't remember word-for-word what his bio said, but there was a line about loyalty and having high expectations for his spankees... and also wanted an actual friend, not just an every-so-often thing. He was the perfect age — 8 years older than me — so it seemed like he had his shit together and could guide me to being more awesome than I already was (jk, I really thought I was a piece of shit back then).
I initiated a conversation and everything escalated from there.
When we met in person a couple of months later, it felt too good to be true. Like my brain was playing tricks on me. Could someone of his wealth and attractiveness really want to have anything to do with me?
2009 —
Gabe was my official spanker since basically the first time I went to his apartment. He bossed me around and made decisions for me, mostly because that's what I wanted him to do. We were both so busy with work/school, though, and I required more attention than he was able to provide. He didn't mind if I met with other spankos, especially since this was when I started getting a lot of attention from my blog.
It felt weird to meet other guys, and none of them were as good as Gabe (on so many levels). Embarrassingly enough, I wanted attention from him so badly that I started doing really stupid shit. This was when I started smoking weed. I failed a few classes because I stopped going. My life was focused on partying.
We scheduled monthly check-ins to keep in touch. The partying got so bad that one month I showed up a few hours late after smoking way too much. He entertained me a little, but put me to bed, and the next morning gave me the spanking of my life (at the time anyway) and some much-needed aftercare. And my partying decreased for a couple of days, until the routine set in again. There was no way I could motivate myself to deal with school when I could just smoke weed all day. The next time I showed up hours late and high to his apartment, I thought he would put me back out on the streets. But that night I actually felt kind of guilty about my behavior, and Gabe took me in with open arms. It didn't save me from the harsh punishment after. And that's when he set the rules that I could not be high around him under any circumstances. He even made me sign a stupid contract (which I blushed while signing).
2010 —
Violet messaged me through my blog and we became friends. She told me that she was only 17, but I didn't think anything of it since I'd been similar. We hung out a lot and she enabled my partying. I carried on with my monthly meetings with Gabe.
2011 —
Toby messaged me through my blog. He identified as a switch and was super hippie, totally the kind of friend I wanted in my life. Not necessarily spanker material in my opinion.
Violet moved in with Gabe for a short time. We kind of chilled out on the partying sorta.
2012 —
Gabe found out that Violet was only 17 when she moved in with him. Another awful punishment — he made me strip fully, knowing that was my limit. I wouldn't question him... by this point I trusted Gabe with my life. And I agreed that I deserved an extreme punishment.
He prohibited me from continuing to associate with Violet, which kind of put a weird strain on our relationship, because I was so lonely again. Because he was still busy.
When Violet was arrested, I did everything in my power to help her. I sent Toby to figure out a way to get her out. Gabe wanted to pay for Vic to get an immigration lawyer.
Started grad school
2013 - Toby dropped Violet and me; I met Izaak through Violet
2014 - met Adam through a website, graduated grad school
2015ish - Travelled
2016 - Toby was spanker
2017 — ?
2018 - back together with Adam
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