In response to a wannabe fister who hadn’t told his girlfriend about his kink, you wrote, “At three years, all your kink cards should be lying faceup on the table.” Really? Then my husband and I screwed up. We’ve been married for 19 years, and he told me only five years ago that he wanted to be spanked. Less than two years ago, he mentioned that he had been to a dominatrix before we met. I thought we had talked about everything when it came to sex and fantasies. I was wrong.
While I have your attention: I’m having a problem with the spanking. It just isn’t my thing. I told my husband he could go to a dominatrix if that would satisfy his needs. He agreed to go if I watched the session. I’m not sure I can do that, either. Well, guess what? We can’t even find one in our part of the...