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Happychicklet has trouble saying the word “spanking”. This amuses me, because when Bethie says it to me on the phone, the word often comes out ten decibels quieter and about twice as fast as all the surrounding words. Back to Happychicklet’s explanation:

It is a fact that I can hardly bring myself to say the word ‘spanking’ out loud. It makes my lips feel a bit odd, a bit out of sync, like those old advertisements for Odour Eaters. This isn’t a recent affliction. I haven’t been able to say ‘spanking’ or ‘spanked’ or … this other phrase I’m not yet ready to deal with … without difficulty in as long as I can remember. This is obviously a bit of a hindrance to a submissive. It’s a bit like a bus driver not being able to say ‘fares please.’ Everyone would just rush onto the bus while he was trying to think of a less embarrassing way of asking for what he wanted.

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I couldn’t say ‘spanking’ back then because I was frightened that I would give the game away. My face might turn a guilty colour, and then everyone would know that I was odd. I couldn’t — can’t — even use the word in another context, as in ‘brand spanking new.’

Im quite glad in a way. I’m glad that after all these years something still has the power to affect me that way. I got over the whole sex hurdle by just doing it. My first sexual encounter was memorable for months and months of sweaty anxiety and inaction followed by a burst of furious activity at the end, much like my O- levels and my only fight. But spanking — thinking about it, doing it, expecting it, hoping and dreading in equal measures — well, it’s still like that for me, and long may it go on.