There are actually some people in my life who know about my spanking fetish. Just a handful of people, and mainly they are friends of mine- those people who I include in my life by choice. It seems much harder to tell family members about this interest.
I have gotten a range of reactions from those I have told. One friend laughed hysterically at it. She wasn't laughing at me or mocking me, but she truly found the scenario of me subjecting myself to being spanked funny. I found it very easy to laugh right along with her because there are many times I find it funny myself. I mean, why in the world would I actively seek out a spanking? LOL!!!
Another found it a little odd, but when I described the reasons behind my craving discipline, she became understanding. It made sense to her that I would long for something that I didn't get as a child and she totally agreed with me seeking it now as long as it was just a few times until that need was met. In fact, I even thought I would just be spanked a few times and then be done with it. Now, over a year later, my interest is just as strong and I continue to travel across the country to be spanked. Unfortunately, this friend has slowly withdrawn from me over the months and now I don't hear from her much.
A girl that I work with knows and is very accepting of it. She likes to hear all about my travels and video shoots. In fact, she wanted to watch part of a vid and I agreed. I do have to admit that I felt very awkward about having a vanilla friend watch me being spanked.
The counselor that I used to see somehow goaded it out of me because I had no intention whatsoever of telling her. Spanking is not an area of my life that I feel I need "helped" or "fixed". But after I told her, she found one way or another to sneak it into a session and use it as a reason for why I was having trouble with other things in my life.
I opened up to someone that I went to church with and she totally was against it and saw it as nothing but sexual. Regardless of how much I tried to explain it in different ways she never would open up her mind and really listen to what I was saying.
The lady that I eat lunch with at work knows because I found it hard to hide from her the real reasons for all my trips and time off work. She somewhat understands and asks about it from time to time. But each and every time that I go she worries about me and tells me to "be careful!".
I am glad that there are people in my life that I can share this secret part of me with. The vast majority of them have been accepting, even though they don't understand. For just the two relationships that I have lost, I have gained many more good friends and people who will accept me for who I am. I am grateful.