Originally posted on Yahoo 360 on Tuesday October 30, 2007 - 10:41pm (CDT)
I was very new to the internet, and 360. I had been on 360 a month or so, when I was introduced to Ms Betty by a mutual friend. Our very first conversation , it was as if we had known each other for ages. I felt completely at ease, she was a joy to talk to. Witty,humorous, and we seemed to connect on several levels at once. Music...books...art. We are both ardent Heinlein fans. I knew in that first conversation I had made a friend.
By the second conversation we were talking about spanking in general, and the conversation drifted to "her boys". The affection in her voice was very evident. At some point in this conversation I started calling her "maam".
I have always had a submissive side. Always been attracted to female authority figures (like the teachers that paddled me in Monterey). I was disciplined by an aunt as a young boy...ooh. but i had always suppressed this part of me for the most part. Now suddenly I felt it.. Oohhh I felt it! I wanted a spanking. From Ms betty.
During that second time we talked I first broached the subject that "I might find a spanking interesting..." And at11:49 pm, may the seventh, 2007.... I called her mistress for the first time. (my eyes are brimming with tears just now.) It seemed to fit like a glove. I could feel myself wanting to submit to her.
It was during our third conversation I began to see the level of intensity that Ms betty plays at. She began talking about rubber paddles..wooden school type paddles, and the fact that she spanks to tears. ooh. i was scared. i was also drawn like a moth to the flame. I had tasted the water, now it was time to drink.
I was very smitten with Mistress. i was like a schoolboy with a crush on his teacher. She began teaching me too, right from the start. I didn't know the meaning of a word,and we looked it up in the dictionary.There were news stories we talked about. I began to need to please her. Fear her. Hurt when I disapointed her. it was9:15 pm, May 9th that she called me a good boy for the first time. (eyes are burning again)
I was hearing more ,and more about Mistress's "Naughty boys" This one said that...That one got this.. I began to long to be a part of this "family" Her pride in them, and her affection for them was so sweet. And she was very defensive!! Like a momma lion with cubs. the messege was very clear..."nobody messes with mine..." I began to work up the courage to ask her.
I was so shy, and so embarrassed that day! I felt like an eight year old talking to an adult! I couldn't bring myself to ask her outright so I made up a short role play story.
A boy stands in front of you, hands deep in pockets head down. Won't look up. Can't look up. Blushing furiously. "Can i be...am i...um" Tracing patterns on floor with toe of tenis shoe.... "yes?" Mistress asked... Looks up. Eyes brimming with tears. "am i one of your naughty boy too?" And Mistress said. "yes you are." And she sent me a drawing of a young man over a woman's knee. "here take your present."
i am very proud to call myself Bettys Goodboy. And i know even when i don't measure up to the name that Mistress still loves me. Like tonight. i will be being punnished for doing something impulsive,and as such stupid. I am very sorry mistress.
terry
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