Whipping

I never realized it, but liked it. A few years after my first wife died, I remarried. After about two years of being married again, I was in my bedroom lying naked on my stomach in bed when she came in and smacked my bare butt with her hand. I reached for her laughing and kissed her. She told me to turn back over and I did. She got the hair brush and turned my butt a charming shade of red. I loved it and so did she. We still enjoy it.

— Ed, 70

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