Spanking...not what you would think

Spanking.  I always thought, who in the hell would voluntarily want to be spanked?   It seemed like a form of adult humiliation.  So imagine my surprise when I enjoyed an accidental hard smack to my behind.  I asked for a mother smack and my boyfriend looked at me with surprise, then doubt.  He finally did it again after I assured him it was what I wanted.  He issued a tiny weak smack and was surprised at my fervent request for another hard one.  Doubtfully, he did it as he winced for me.  All I felt was a sting and then warmth that spread to my privates...I needed another.  After we discussed it. He was concerned about hurting me and so we discussed the introduction of a safe word.  Next I laid across his lap and waited for the spanking.  I had to tell him to do it harder because he was really out of his element and was vehemently opposed to laying a hand on me in a hurtful way.  During the course of the experience I was transcended by a pain that bordered on the cusp of pain and pleasure and the transfer of power and trust.  He felt me let go and trust him to take me to that place of abandon and that kind of trust (along with the orgasms I was having) turned him on too.  Surprisingly this has become one if our favorite activities and in a strange way the exchange of trust has brought us closer.  Besides the fact that I love feeling his power and masculinity with every smack and get turned on by it every time.  Believe me if it hadn't happened to me I would still be scratching my head at the crazy ass woman who would want a spanking; never suspecting that crazy ass would be me!