Naimh and the magazine

By the time I was 18, having been brought up with frequent spankings from my mother, I was a confirmed fetishist. Now I was at university, and had the space and discretion to indulge these thoughts to the full.

I also had a girlfriend, an Irish girl a year older than myself and in her second year. Naimh had long black hair, sparkling brown eyes and breasts to die for. And yes, we had sex, plenty of it, but all of what you might call the ‘vanilla’ variety. I didn’t dare confide my fixation with corporal punishment for fear of being thought a weirdo – or worse.

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