Looking for a spanking partner is like bobbing for the perfect apple. I draw up a list of the criteria I want - what kind of apple, from which location, natural or candy exterior, texture and freshness. Then I bend over, put my mouth below the surface, and try to latch on to one I'll like. When I can't find one, I stick my head further under, immersing my senses in the shared water. Sometimes I bite down on something rotten, or anathema to me, and sometimes the apple is so close to what I was looking for, that I wonder if I can just accept it as it is, without holding out hope that it can be modified to meet my needs.
Looking for a spanker on dating sites is quite similar. I have to gamble by going in deep and deeper, exposing parts of myself, risking my pride and confidence, in the hopes that I'll find a close match so that we can get started. Sometimes that involves tasting some which are underripe or past their prime, or even a pear masquerading as an apple.
As with fruit-bobbing, testing a spanking partner means bending over and letting my face get drenched in wetness. But I haven't penetrated Eve's apple with my teeth quite yet. When will I get a chance to taste the knowledge of delicious sin?
When will I find the man whose approach to life and spanking gives me butterflies?
