My two angels
A guy recently published a book about being treated terribly at a typical british boarding school, being beaten from his first week, I had a similar experience, I don't know why I was sent there, it was horrible. Bare-bottom caning by a big adult man is terrifying, and having it done a few times doesn't make it any easier, it is agony every time, even when I was fifteen I still couldn't stop crying. So what happened? Two main things. First, I started looking for it again as a grown up, but in what I thought would be a lighter, way, by having a woman do it, not a man, and there are tons of women doms as they call themselves who do this. That wasn't so bad, but I also realised that always offering up my bare bum I thought it meant that I must be gay, but I didn't enjoy that at all, and that led me to my first angel, a woman therapist. She was older, I think in her late sixties, but a lovely, kind, understanding, caring woman. I read about therapy and I told her I knew all about transference and whether she was my substitute mummy or not I still loved her, and she took it very well, she didn't dismiss it as I believe therapists usually do, but she showed me warmth, and even once invited me to sit on her lap which blew my mind and make me cry, I felt so loved. After I had been going to her for about two years she asked me why I wasn't asking any women out, just to try something different, I gave her every stupid excuse I could, and then I met my second angel. It was at a talk at a conference, and I heard a woman talking with a couple of other people, and she had the most lovely voice, she was quite queen-size I think is the term, but when I saw her from the front she also had a lovey face, and we started chatting, had a coffee together, and I just really fell for her. We started going out, I had asked her if she was a singer because she had such a lovely voice, and she said she likes singing but not professionally, but likes music, so our first date was a concert. I escorted her home and we kissed outside, and I told her that was the nicest kiss I'd ever had, and she said the same. We started going out regularly and we've now been married two years, and she is just fantastic. I didn't tell her about my gay explorations, I just said I had been very shy and scared of women and a therapist had helped me a lot, and then she, my wife, helped me. At first she had wondered if I found her attractive because she was big and overweight, and I told her that I loved her curves, her bigness, that I loved kissing every inch of her body, and she responded very much to that and took a lot of initiative herself and our love-making has been fantastic. We hope to have at least two children, and I have said that I want two things, never to send a child to a boarding school or a school where there is physical punishment, and not use any physical punishment on our kids.
What a lovely story. I can relate to this very much. I didn't have corporal punishment in my youth but nonetheless craved it. I found women to take me over their knee and men to fuck me. I have a playfriend now who enjoys being my mommy. Maybe you should have your angel mommie give you a warm spanking. And console you afterwards like only mommies do with their little boys.