Dear Doc Tsai,
I stumbled onto your site one night very early into my explorations of the internet world of spanking. I found a link to the sound file of Sandy's Paddling -- that was it, no accompanying narrative, no background site information, just the sound file. I opened it and listened with utter stupefaction, a mixture of deep arousal and deeper horror. I'm not sure I made it through the entire six minutes. You seemed entirely too sadistic, although quick and witty, and she seemed to be suffering immeasurably. I had no context for that experience, for her pleas, for the nature of your relationship with her, and decided that you guys were big league players and I needed to retreat back to the safe world of virtual spanking stories.
I stayed there for a few more days, deliberately avoiding other references to your site, until I saw a post somewhere that said something like "you might want to ask Doc Tsai, he's an actual doctor." That caught my attention: that guy? a doctor? really? that's interesting, doctor of what? It might even have said "medical doctor," but I needed to check it out for myself to see if I agreed that you were, in fact, a doctor and, if so, what a punitive, paddle-wielding doctor might have to say about this whole new area of my vulnerability. Frankly, I doubted the doctor remark, because I'm such a fucking natural skeptic (actually a learned skeptic), but I thought it was worth investigating.
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