I’ve always been inclined toward the metaphysical side of things. But it still blows my mind the way the Universe seems to engineer circumstances to guide one toward the fulfillment they need. I think you might agree, or at least give it some thought, when you read this story. It begins with the worst time of my life, Aunt Kay’s passing. My sorrow from having lost the amazing woman I no longer see every day is enormous.
Kay and I had always been passionate about helping couples achieve greater intimacy through the DWC Lifestyle. But she also cared deeply about the single men who reached out to her over the years. I know I truly felt for them as well. I remembered my years of not knowing how to find a spanking partner. It’s more than intimidating; it’s finding a needle in a haystack kind of quest. But there are many needles in the haystack even if it’s a daunting task. And then there were the older men, like me now, who wrote about losing their DWC life partner. I wished I could give some of those guys a hug.
Anyway what was Aunt Kay’s advice? Keep looking, communication is the only avenue to the goal, and she said there is no shame in engaging a professional disciplinarian - none at all. And when occasionally she suggested that someone consider one of those spanking machines, I honestly found it a bit pathetic.
The reason I began by alerting you to my metaphysical leanings is because I still speak to Aunt Kay’s Spirit. Not like some kind of Medium with a lot of flair and accoutrements. I just genuinely feel her at times and it’s so powerful, and tangible in the present, that I know she’s there. And beyond that, or mixed in with it, is how extremely well we understood one another. So I often “ask her” what to do about something and because I knew her so well, the answer comes to me.
Near the end we talked about my future discipline needs and she was adamant that I should not neglect them. She wished we were still part of an active DWC community because she would have preferred a DWC wife to get involved. But that’s simply not in the cards. She also specifically suggested a couple of professionals she knew and felt good about. But that didn’t really work out either. So when I found myself needy with no viable disciplinarians accessible, I swallowed my pride and ordered a spanking machine. The irony of how I had previously felt about such things in the past did not escape me. Even though they were a practical recommendation in certain circumstances, I ultimately thought they were just very sad.
Now here’s where the part about the Universe engineering circumstances comes in. My original plan was to take my time learning how to use the thing and experience a few light sessions. It’s designed so you can attach almost any implement to it and adjust the intensity and speed. I was planning to begin with a couple of her lighter duty implements.
Then I was pulled over for really speeding – first time in years. I was driving her car (she had the nice fast one). I usually drive my much slower, economy hatchback. Unbelievably, even though Highway Patrolman said I was going much too fast, he let me off with a warning. After he departed I sat in the car to get my wits about me. There’s a cute little stuffed frog with big eyes that she always kept on the console. It was staring up at me and I knew that Kay would not have let that incident slide. I knew there were going to be consequences, courtesy of the machine, the first time I used it.
I knew in that instant that my plan to get gradually acquainted with it was gone. The machine has settings for both speed and intensity and I knew I couldn’t allow myself to make it any less than she would have. I found myself experiencing that same dreadful nervousness that comes when a disciplinary session is inevitable.
It took a while to get the machine, with one of her favorite canes attached to it, set up just right. Then I got into position and activated it. The first strike of that little monster stung like the dickens. And given the speed I had set it to, the next ones came in rapid succession. I panicked; exactly in the way we do when a spanking begins – with a desperate, uncontrollable, urge to escape it. You know what I mean. There’s a reason why the woman locks your arm and restrains you with her leg when giving an OTK session. I know some men are stoic and can remain still during a session. I’m not one of them.
I chickened out and switched the machine off after four or five strokes. My bottom was screaming and I knew, without a doubt, that every stroke had caused a welt. But I knew that Aunt Kay would not have been lenient when it came to speeding. The last time she addressed that was many years ago when it cost us a lot of money and traffic school. When you hear the phrase “you’re going to set a spanking you’ll never forget”, it’s referring to one of those.
I very hesitantly turned the machine back on again and endured more strokes. I don’t know how many. But looking in the mirror later convinced me that she would have been satisfied.
By the way, there is a great video showing the machine deploying a cane on the site below.