Caught in Moments Past

I was a grad-school dropout living this strange little life of mine. One day, I found myself caught up in an intense DDLG dynamic with someone who became both mentor and disciplinarian. It started as a casual game but quickly spiraled into something deeper, darker, and more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced before. There was one night in particular where the roles were utterly reversed, he was the strict teacher and I was the defiant student, his hand firm on my backside, leaving me breathless with a mix of fear and arousal. It felt so wrong yet so right that it left an indelible mark on me. The rush of it, the rawness...I can still taste it on my lips, smell it in the air like a lingering perfume. Can you believe I'm writing this now? What must have possessed me then?