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I was raised in a female dominant household and have only been in relationships with strong women. I'm seeking something deep and meaningful, with a woman that prides herself on being in control and knows how to lead.
I'm my own man; strong, intelligent, loving and capable, but I enjoy sharing my life with a woman that is in charge. It makes sense to me romantically, and I don't believe I could date any other type of woman.
I'm also a virgin. I know that may scare some people off and, if you like, I'll explain why I am. It is not for any religious, political or neurotic reasons, I promise.
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I created this profile to meet someone though, to be honest, I'm skeptical of finding someone through this. I figured this would be a good way to talk about what made me how I am. I have a deep fear of women that has decreased somewhat, but I still am not fully comfortable with them. I feel a great closeness to them, even adore them, but I know the power they have and I know how they can make a man feel. That frightens me greatly.
I believe this started as a child. I was the only boy among two sisters and a mother that favored them. Though I knew I was loved, she was harshest with me, and treated my sisters differently. I was the only one that received the belt when being punish while she only ever used her hand on my sisters. I was spanked a lot more for smaller things while they hardly ever got it.
She was much more open about my spankings, than she was about my sisters'. While I heard her talk about spanking me to her friends, she never once mentioned punishing my sisters. Some of her friends would even tease me about it.
One time I had gotten in trouble for acting up in school and not bringing a note home to be signed. It was a serious offense so my mother decided it would be best if I got spanked immediately after coming home from school. Of course that meant I would dread coming home every day and spend more time in school rather than coming home.
I came home and a friend of my mother's from down the street was visiting and, as my mother scolded me, I was rude and went upstairs, hoping to avoid getting it while her friend was there. Of course, my mother followed me into my bedroom, and brought me to the kitchen where I had to apologize to her friend. I was so embarrassed, afraid of what would happen and hope it would be over soon.
My mother told her the situation and explained that I had to be spanked every day when I get home from school. I had to explain what I did wrong and my mother noted that I was trying to avoid it that day.
Her friend wanted to see it so she stayed while I had to take my pants and underwear off, bend over the kitchen table and get the belt. I cried, since I was still sore from the spankings of the day before and the days before that, but my mother continued and scolded me. I could feel her friend's eyes on my bottom.
When she finished with the belt she got out the paddle and gave me a few licks for running away and trying to avoid my spanking. I apologized through tears and I remember feeling the paddle lift me off the kitchen table with each stroke. When the spanking ended I had to turn and apologize to her friend and my bottom felt like it would never stop burning. When I was allowed to I ran upstairs and laid facedown on my bed to recover with my pants and underwear still on the kitchen floor.
I was really scared of being spanked growing up and I hated it but I now know it did me a lot of good and it taught me a lot of the respect I still have to this day.
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I grew up in a very strict household where my mother ran things. My father was present but she had the final say in everything. Often my mother would scold my father as she would scold me or my sisters. As I grew older I learned that my father was spanked and punished just as I was.
It's difficult dating and having a relationship that coincides with such an upbringing but I'm hoping to meet a woman that believes in loving discipline where she makes the decisions.
I am considering posting some of my childhood experiences as a form of catharsis. Maybe someone will see herself in it.
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