Kathleen is a widow who sets about exploring her lifelong interest in being spanked. In her quest, she finds that a real spanking man is harder to find than she ever thought. When she finally finds him, there are reasons she can't be with him regardless of how much she wants to be over his knee. This is a love story all about finding that other kindred spirit with the same spanking gene in their DNA.

I've been a spanker for as long as I can remember. It started out when I was 6 or 7 and used to play a game called "Hide the Belt" with the neighborhood girls. I found that there was something irresistible about spanking the girls, especially my little girlfriends. I began to find more and more reasons to spank my girlfriends and even invented spanking games which would result in taking them over my knee and even baring their bottoms for a spankings. All through high school and college, I continued my spanking ways with willing young ladies. I learned that I loved that special sound my hand made when it struck a young ladies bare bottom. I learned to love the nice rosy glow their tender bottoms had when I applied my hand to them over and over again and to enjoy hearing their cries of pain turn into groans and moans of pleasure. Somewhat late in life, I finally met a woman who loved being spanked as much as I loved spanking and she changed my life for the better.