"Really? You don't have to! Why??"
He shot me his most stern and unapologetic smile, "Yes, I do. Because you need it."
I used to think that I was a masochist. I'm not.
I hate pain, and for all intents and purposes, I am a terrible wuss when it comes to physical suffering.
I don't crave spanking, and all I have to read is, "He gave me 25 delicious strokes of the cane" and you've lost me. Seriously. Ten and I
That said, there is something magical about pain.
Some people will tell you that the magic is all about those sneaky little endorphins. Others will say that pain brings transcendence of even such basic functioning. I say, why can't it be both?