I read bondage and discipline magazines for years. I had one girlfriend I confided in and got her interested. She was twenty-two and I was thirty-four. She'd been married briefly to an abuser. She was tiny, barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds. In less than a week, she could spank me raw. She would tease and humiliate me while spanking. She used her hand or a long hairbrush; once, she used a bamboo reed. She was a born dominatrix if I ever saw one, all while being a lovely woman. No one would have ever guessed it of her. We planned to try other things, but she got transferred.

— Lance, 50