So I've called the Irish woman and arrange to meet her in B for Chinese food at a Kosher restaurant. She actually gives directions to her house and we arrange for me to pick her up at the end of her street on Friday.

The conversation with her is rambling. She is a fan of Marty Robbins and the fact that I know the lyrics to El Paso and can recite "Out in the west Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican maid" has endeared me to her. I'm also given to pause since she seems to have spent her last vacation on a bus visiting his grave site somewhere half way across the country. I also sing-No-strike that I know the lyrics to a "White Sport Coat and A Pink Carnation" and I can tell she warming up to me.

Toward the end of the conversation I get into the role play and take on the persona of the stern school master and berate her about her poor grades and lack of behavior at school. I'm amazed at how quickly I can get into the role but more amazed at her response. She really becomes quite child like, begging for another chance to do better. Without thinking about it I'm into alternatives-"I need to speak with your mother"-which starts her wailing and crying. I settle with perhaps a spanking across her BUTT TOCKS should teach her a lesson and perhaps this time I won't call her father or mother if she agrees to a thorough spanking.

I am amazed by the transformation. In her she has become totally child like-in me I'm struggling to stop from bursting out in laughter while at the same time I'm on a roll I can't, nor do I want to end, and am totally swept up into the character I've become. I arrange to call her the next evening and already sense I will get into the advance details of the spanking I'm going to administer to her. I also know intuitively she will be aroused by the details and will no doubt masturbate during or right after the next call. I'm beginning to think I might have a real knack at this top/dom thing.

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I did not post this immediately after drafting. The site is not working correctly and that failure allowed me distance to reflect. I apologize to you dear reader for not capturing the intensity of the conversation. That aside I've come to some realizations after some analysis:
1. I understand, intuitively, this BDSM thing and the role of a top.
2. I recognize how easy it is to get swept up into the top role and recognize the need to always know where you and where your bottom are at all times.
3. The top bears all the responsibility.
4. This is as much about me and as much as it is about the bottom-maybe more about the bottom.
5. The mind is one powerful organ and I continue to under estimate its role.
6. This is fun and erotic as hell.
7. I know, again intuitively, that I can and will meld the physical with the psychological.