anymore. Water would be great, thanks.”
“You girls have fun. Hildy, please try to answer her questions best as you can, ok?”
“Yes, sir, Uncle Hank.”
Kristina sipped her water, sitting down next to the elegant woman. “I’m so sorry I’m staring. I’m overwhelmed with all this.”
“When did it hit you?”
“It was creeping up until this evening during dinner. It was our first date.”
“The same happened with Hank and me. He drew me in like a fish on a hook. I never knew it was coming.”
“You called him Uncle? And he said you’re twelve?”
“Each family has their own, personal relationship and chooses whatever term of endearment they want. I knew I wanted a male authority in my life, but not a father. My father was a nasty, abusive SOB who is better off dead. An uncle, though, was acceptable for me. Hank’s ten years older than me and wanted a pre-teen. It allowed me to stay home alone when he had to work, and do more grown-up chores. That age allowed me to still be young enough to play and be corrected as needed.”
“How long have you been together, doing this?”
“We just celebrated our 40 th wedding anniversary.”
“Wow. You never hear of people being together for that long anymore.”
“You’d be surprised about the longevity in true D&S marriages. We don’t fight, there is no name calling or secrets. Mistakes are dealt with immediately and then put aside forever. You’ll not hear any of us throw the past in our partner’s face. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“How did you deal with the, uh, you know…”
Hildy laughed, patting her hand. “You’re either asking about the clothing, the restrictions or the spankings. Which one?”
“The latter.”
“I’m guessing by the look on your face that Bryon had promised you one. Knowing that young man, it was either for putting yourself in danger or swearing.”
“Swearing during dinner. I’m hoping he’ll forget. I’ve never been spanked before, I mean, as an adult by a man.”
“It’s fabulous. Hurts like the bejeezus and is humiliating, but afterwards… the right man with the right technique can cleanse all wrong doing from your heart and mind, and make you feel loved, desired and special. Bry’s a cuddler, so you’re in for a special treat. I love the delicious sting afterwards,” the older woman giggled, “it takes love-making to the next level.”
“Bry promised to take things slow. Do some people have problems with the familial terms? I don’t mean to sound strange, but it’s kind of weird. I mean, a lot of these relationships are sexual, right?”
“Yes, the majority are. I think what you are asking is if there is a pedophilic or incestuous component to the life-style. Absolutely not. The way we address our Doms simply allows us to freely and naturally release all control to them and they, in turn, unselfishly accept that they will provide for our inner-child’s need to be nurtured, protected and cared for. These types of Tops have much more responsibility with the age-play because they are being given the treasure of child-like trust by their subs.”
“I never realized it was so involved. Who are those people?”
“The nanny and her charges. We keep a nursery available for the families that want to mingle and not leave the youngsters unattended. Right now, we just have girls. Come, I’ll show you around.”
“Bryon told me not to leave his sight.” Kristina hesitated.
“He won’t care if you’re with me. Besides, he’s busy talking with Hank. Let me show you around and introduce you.”
Glancing in Bryon’s direction, Kristina nodded as she stood. The house was huge, with eight bedrooms and a multitude of assorted rooms. The pool was long and draped with palm trees, and there was a separate guest house, which had another four bedrooms. Kristina’s head was spinning with the opulence surrounding her and she
“You girls have fun. Hildy, please try to answer her questions best as you can, ok?”
“Yes, sir, Uncle Hank.”
Kristina sipped her water, sitting down next to the elegant woman. “I’m so sorry I’m staring. I’m overwhelmed with all this.”
“When did it hit you?”
“It was creeping up until this evening during dinner. It was our first date.”
“The same happened with Hank and me. He drew me in like a fish on a hook. I never knew it was coming.”
“You called him Uncle? And he said you’re twelve?”
“Each family has their own, personal relationship and chooses whatever term of endearment they want. I knew I wanted a male authority in my life, but not a father. My father was a nasty, abusive SOB who is better off dead. An uncle, though, was acceptable for me. Hank’s ten years older than me and wanted a pre-teen. It allowed me to stay home alone when he had to work, and do more grown-up chores. That age allowed me to still be young enough to play and be corrected as needed.”
“How long have you been together, doing this?”
“We just celebrated our 40 th wedding anniversary.”
“Wow. You never hear of people being together for that long anymore.”
“You’d be surprised about the longevity in true D&S marriages. We don’t fight, there is no name calling or secrets. Mistakes are dealt with immediately and then put aside forever. You’ll not hear any of us throw the past in our partner’s face. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“How did you deal with the, uh, you know…”
Hildy laughed, patting her hand. “You’re either asking about the clothing, the restrictions or the spankings. Which one?”
“The latter.”
“I’m guessing by the look on your face that Bryon had promised you one. Knowing that young man, it was either for putting yourself in danger or swearing.”
“Swearing during dinner. I’m hoping he’ll forget. I’ve never been spanked before, I mean, as an adult by a man.”
“It’s fabulous. Hurts like the bejeezus and is humiliating, but afterwards… the right man with the right technique can cleanse all wrong doing from your heart and mind, and make you feel loved, desired and special. Bry’s a cuddler, so you’re in for a special treat. I love the delicious sting afterwards,” the older woman giggled, “it takes love-making to the next level.”
“Bry promised to take things slow. Do some people have problems with the familial terms? I don’t mean to sound strange, but it’s kind of weird. I mean, a lot of these relationships are sexual, right?”
“Yes, the majority are. I think what you are asking is if there is a pedophilic or incestuous component to the life-style. Absolutely not. The way we address our Doms simply allows us to freely and naturally release all control to them and they, in turn, unselfishly accept that they will provide for our inner-child’s need to be nurtured, protected and cared for. These types of Tops have much more responsibility with the age-play because they are being given the treasure of child-like trust by their subs.”
“I never realized it was so involved. Who are those people?”
“The nanny and her charges. We keep a nursery available for the families that want to mingle and not leave the youngsters unattended. Right now, we just have girls. Come, I’ll show you around.”
“Bryon told me not to leave his sight.” Kristina hesitated.
“He won’t care if you’re with me. Besides, he’s busy talking with Hank. Let me show you around and introduce you.”
Glancing in Bryon’s direction, Kristina nodded as she stood. The house was huge, with eight bedrooms and a multitude of assorted rooms. The pool was long and draped with palm trees, and there was a separate guest house, which had another four bedrooms. Kristina’s head was spinning with the opulence surrounding her and she
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