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The poor girl's a victim of that late Twentieth Century fetish for messing about with the spelling of otherwise perfectly normal names. I've always thought that Caitlin is quite a pretty name, but somehow it loses its magic when you know that it's spelled Kaytlynne. My way of dealing with it is to think of her as, and call her Kate. I quite consciously visualise that spelling every time her name comes into my head. I shudder when her friends call her Kaytlynne, because I can see the name in my head as if lit up in neon lettering. Maybe it's not right to call her strange. Perhaps I should be more tolerant and just say she's different from me. Sexually, for example, she's not at all like me. She's aggressive and adventurous, whereas I'm ... well ... not. She wants to try new things, while I'm quite happy with the same old things. They haven't stopped exciting me yet and I'm happy to stick with what I know works for me. My Kate, however, is a different kettle of fish entirely. "Why don't we try this?" she'll ask me, throwing a magazine onto the dinner table. Usually it's a women's magazine with one of those "sealed sections", wherein reside all sorts of titillation for the modern woman, displaying the latest fashions in sexual positions and/or fetishes. At this point I usually try to change the subject, often by saying something like "Please get that magazine off my food," but she inevitably returns to the subject later. "Well, what do you reckon?" and the magazine will land meaningfully again, open to a page showing in some detail an improbable sexual act involving a chair, a clock, some mustard and two or more naked people. Our negotiations usually end in a compromise. We lose the mustard and the third and fourth persons and proceed to make what we can of the chair, the clock and ourselves. I usually find it all a bit too forced for me to be able to enjoy completely, and Kate no doubt worries that she's missing out on something that the mustard and the extras would have added. Our relationship is a bit like this in all things, not just sex. It may sound as though we're not very compatible, but we generally get on very well indeed. Neither of us embraces the other's extremes, but we share the middle ground quite happily. We don't always use the missionary position and we don't always need toys or food in bed. We accept that she's weird and I'm conservative and we enjoy the things we have in common. Our differences are amusedly tolerated, and our awareness of them helps to add some spice to our relationship. To be fair, it wasn't Kate that got me into trouble. It was me. And the television. I'm not going to let the TV escape its share of the blame for this. We were lying on our bed, quite early in the evening, with the TV on. This may sound strange to some people who think that it's not normal to have a TV in the bedroom, but these are people who have no appreciation of the importance of late-night televised sport. The problem was that there was absolutely nothing worth watching. If you were the sort of person with a quote from Pink Floyd for every occasion, then the line about "thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from" would probably pop into your head. "What are we going to do?" said Kate, pondering aloud rather than actually asking. "The pub, a video, a desperate search for an unread good book?" "How about sex?" I suggested, perhaps no more than half-seriously. Don't get the idea that I'm not interested in sex. I know what I like, and I like it a lot. I don't usually initiate it though, Kate generally does quite enough of that to keep us both happy. "What?" she exclaimed in mock surprise, "Don't tell more you're turning into a sexual aggressor!" "It must be all these years under your influence," I suggested, "Next thing you know I'll be suggesting something kinky." She sat up interestedly. "This I've got to see. Come on then, tell me how you want it and I'm all yours. No holes barred, as they say, no kink too much. Place your orders here." "OK Mistress," I grinned at her, "Why don't you tie me up and spank me?" A mile spread across Kate's face as she pondered this. "Right," she decided, "You stay there and I'll get the necessary bits and pieces." With this she turned off the TV and left the room with a purposeful look on here face. I knew where she was going: her Junk Room. We have an entire room dedicated to things that Kate has collected over the years. She never, ever throws anything away if she thinks that there's even the slightest chance that she might find a use for it one day. What's more, she knows precisely what's in there and where it is. To everyone else on this planet, her Junk Room is an intimidating mess. Kate, though, can walk in and almost instantly locate whatever she wants. Sure enough, she was back in what seemed like only seconds. She jumped back onto the bed and showed me the fruits of her journey. From the depths of the Junk Room she had procured four small letter straps, complete with buckles. I knew better than to ask where she'd got them from, their history was sure to be even more unlikely than their presence. "OK then, get your gear off and get face down." "Face down?" "Well," she said slowly, as if speaking to an idiot, "I assumed that spanking was going to involve your bum, and I'm going to find it a bit hard to spank it if it's pointing at the bed. Of course, I can always find another part of you to spank." I had to admit that it made sense, so I undressed quickly and laid face down on the bed. Kate looked at me and grinned. "Enjoying this?" Having seen me from front on, she knew full well that I was aroused. The thought of being tied up and spanked didn't do much for me but I was actually feeling quite adventurous for a change and, knowing Kate, there would be more and better to come. She was very efficient when it came to tying me up, so efficient that I think she must have done it before. I didn't even have time for second thoughts before my four limbs were firmly tied to the four corners of the bed. I turned my head sideways to look at Kate, who was still fully clothed. "What now?" I asked her. "I think this is where I'm supposed to ask you if you've been a bad boy," she replied with a grin. "Very bad, Mistress," I admitted, playing my role to the hilt. "I think you'll have to be punished then. Bad boys deserve punishment." As she said this she brought her hand towards my bottom. I tensed, but she just fondled my bum. I made the mistake of relaxing. Having lulled me into a false sense of security, she lifted her hand quickly and brought it down hard. The snapping sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room, but it was a moment longer before my nerve endings saw fit to transmit the pain to my brain. Then I yelled out in surprise and pain, I hadn't expected her to hit me so hard. "What's wrong? Not what you expected?" Kate rubbed her hand gently over my sore bottom. "Not exactly," I managed through gritted teeth. "Oh well, you should be careful what you ask for then." With this she turned away from me and started walking towards the door. "Kate? Where are you going?" "I thought I might go to the pub for a while." "You mean we've finished?" "Sure, what else did you expect." "Well," I offered plaintively, "I was hoping that a fuck wasn't out of the question." "You should have asked for one then," she suggested, "I did everything that you asked. I tied you up and spanked you." "I see. It seems that I just took some things for granted. Is it too late to add some requests?" "Most definitely. I'm thirsty," and she left the room. "Kate. Kate! Untie me?" "As you said, you took some things for granted," she called from somewhere near the front door. This was not the first time I'd been the victim of Kate's sense of humour, and my previous experiences led me to suspect that she was quite serious about going out and leaving me there. Still, it was worth one last try. "Kaytlynne? You can't leave me here with nothing to do!" For a moment I thought it had worked. Her footsteps came back towards the bedroom and she pushed the door open and walked in. "You're right, I can't leave you with nothing to do." She picked up the TV remote control from where she'd left it and placed it in my hand. "See you at closing time." She left the room again, her footsteps receded again and the front door opened and closed. Thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. END Any and all responses are eagerly awaited. 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