Where to start?

Well, let’s begin at the beginning!

Once I discovered the joys of masturbating. I explored myself pretty much every day. 

Under the covers in bed in my room at night, where I had complete privacy to rub myself to as many orgasms as I could take, one after the other until I drifted off to sleep in happy exhaustion with damp knickers.

On the sofa in the living room, where playing with myself had an added thrill of knowing I could be caught, and once almost was, trousers down, naked bottom in the air, frantically frigging away at my clit, unable to stop because the goal of that orgasm was so close.

My inspirations for wanking were many and varied, but I always knew what turned me on the most. And that was spanking, caning, or any kind of corporal punishment. I think I always knew deep down that I wanted to experience that. Wanted to be dominated, punished, taken over someone’s knee, spanked, slippered, caned, strapped. If I ever had any doubt about how I felt, that would be immediately erased by my instant physical reaction if I read a scene describing it in a book or saw something on television. The words on the page, the sound of a hand or a slipper or a cane striking flesh, the sounds of gasps and moans of pain would all make my heart beat faster, my breath becomes uneven, my pussy and clit tingle and become wet. I only had to hear the words, “bend over,” for my knees to become weak.

So, what was stopping me from experiencing that?

A few things I think.

1)     Shame, was I weird for thinking this way? If I said anything to anyone, would they judge me? Think I was peculiar?

2)     Trust, putting myself in the hands of someone who would physically punish me for the goal of pleasure is a big thing.

3)     Confidence, was I brave enough to try and meet someone who would fulfil that role for me?

I knew there were other people out there who felt the same way as me. I had read enough fiction devoted to the subject. My favourite book on the subject was called ‘Over The Knee’, which was a fictionalised account of the true events of someone who did what I wished I could do. Meet someone, and indulge in a spanking lifestyle. 

This brings me onto how I got my first real spanking experience. I had been on sites before to read the spanking fiction but never interacted with anyone. I suppose I was afraid to make contact with anyone.

One night, sleepless in bed, husband snoring next to me, I logged in, found a story that interested me and began to read. I read the notes, this was a true story, which immediately made it more exciting than some of the obviously made-up ones I had read previously.

This was the story of a real-life couple, exploring a sexual fantasy for the first time. As I read it, I got more and more excited, everything on the page was what I had dreamt about. Being told to bend over, being spanked by a big commanding man, imagining how it would feel to have his hands spanking me, coming down on my red, sore bottom again and again, feeling his fingers as he played with me, rubbing my clit, pushing inside, seeking to give me pleasure and finally thrusting his hard cock into me over and over and filling me with his hot, sticky cum.

As I read it, I just had to cum, I laid on my back with my legs wide apart, fingers rubbing my clit in a slow circular motion, taking my time, letting the sensations build as I pictured myself being spanked but also pleasured. It was my naked bottom that would be bent over the bed, waiting for punishment, feeling those big hands as the spanks land one after the other, as my orgasm built slowly until I could hold back no longer, my breathing becoming faster and my body shaking over and over as the orgasm hit me in wave after wave until I eventually stopped shuddering and lay still, exhausted, spent and happy.

I read the other stories in the series, becoming wet and horny again as I read accounts of how he had put his wife over his knee to spank and slipper her and how she soaked him with her wet orgasms as he played with her. How he had her present her bottom to him on the bed as he lashed her with his belt, and in the last part of their spanking adventures he had talked about his wife being spanked, strapped, caned and pleasured by another man. How he had admired the stripes left on her bottom and fucked her deeply from behind, both excited, both enjoying their new lifestyle.

I wanted to experience something like that. No, it was stronger than want, I needed to experience something like that!

And so, I decided to jump in. I was out of work, bored, with time on my hands, it was like being a teenager again, a lot of my days were spent reading and wanking! I decided now, at the age of 49, in a marriage with zero sex, it was time to explore!  So I created an account, and I made sure my user name left nothing to the imagination as to what I was interested in! Let’s just say it had Spankee in the title! I commented on people's stories, made comments in chat rooms dedicated to spanking and waited to see what would happen. Almost immediately I got a message in my inbox from a stranger. It said that it seemed like we had some similar interests and it would be nice to get to know each other.

It had begun!!

I gave him my email address, and very quickl,y he reached out. He messaged me to tell me about some of his previous spanking partners, and to ask me what excited me. I responded by telling him some things that turned me on apart from spanking, how I had started fantasizing about being with another woman, and how the idea of licking and sucking another woman’s pussy and clit and making her cum got me excited. He responded quickly again, telling me how much he loved to watch women masturbate, and how he was looking for a spanking partner to have some fun with. I was excited to think about it but at that stage, that was all I was doing. 

I was finding it so easy to talk to him, maybe because there was a degree of anonymity about it, as we didn’t even know each other’s names at that point. Or maybe it was just because he was so open about everything that I responded in the same way, telling him things I hadn’t said to anyone else. How I love to watch men wank to orgasm, to feel hot cum spurting all over me. I also told him how our communications had contributed to several recent orgasms. In turn, he told me that, thinking about that, he had to cum as well.

And that’s when he wrote me my first story about us, how things would unfold if we met for a first spanking session. I speed-read it at first, getting more and more excited as I read the lines that he knew full well would get a reaction from me. How he would undress me, pull me over his lap and spank me, playing with me until I would cum, shaking and shuddering across his knee as his hard cock pushed against me. I read that again and again, lying in bed, rubbing my clit, using my toys to cum over and over.

Every email we exchanged got me excited, my heart would beat, and my pussy would tingle. I couldn’t wait to see what he had written, and how much it would turn me on. There was constant contact, it seemed like one or both of us was wanking and cumming all the time and describing it to each other, which only made us both even more aroused. I loved reading how he would wake up with his stiff cock in his hand, describing how he would play with himself until his hot sticky cum would spurt out all over his belly. I turned myself on, telling him about how I would play with myself, fucking my dildo until I came wildly.

More stories followed. Describing how he would have me arranged on the bed as he belted me and then filled me with his cum. I immediately wrote to him to say how excited I was to read that, how I had to cum afterwards. I loved hearing about how he would sit in his office with a hard-on, imagining me playing with myself. I described how if I was there I would get on my knees in front of him, unzip his trousers and pull out his cock, taking that throbbing hard-on into my mouth until he spurted his cum all over my tongue.

Eventually, he asked for a video of me with a toy. I was not sure if it was a serious request or not. Never before had I dreamed of doing this but I sent him a picture of my bent-over arse and pussy instead. I nervously waited for a response. It was positive, he loved it.

And then, an email came that gave me pause.  Describing how he was wanking thinking about me over his knee, then kneeling on the bed with my bottom in the air as he brought his belt down. Telling me he was cumming and wishing his cum was all over my freshly spanked bottom rather than over his hand. He closed the email by saying, “Be brave, say you are ready and you can be given the pain and pleasure you crave and deserve.”

Slight panic set in! I had been enjoying the back-and-forth emails, and the constant feeling of excitement with no real thought of meeting yet. I was self-conscious about my body and hadn’t been with anyone other than my husband for 23 years. The thought of actually undressing in front of someone and exposing myself was too scary to contemplate. Let alone, letting someone spank me, play with me, and have sex!

So, I backed off a bit and sent him an email to say I’m not ready yet, give me some time. He was very understanding. The stories and emails continued. I was thrilled when something I wrote to him when he was at work, tipped him over the edge and he told me he had to go into the toilet and wank, and I had to retreat to bed and wank myself. I sent him some more pictures but was too shy and worried about how my body looked to send him any videos.

Then, after promising to send him another picture and not delivering, there was silence. I heard nothing for 2 days. This after almost constant contact for nearly a month, was worrying. For the second time, I panicked slightly. Was he losing interest? Had he found someone else who was ready to make that step and meet him?

So, another decision was made. I loved the contact we had, and how turned on we made each other. I couldn’t throw that away by being timid. I wanted to experience a sexual spanking and I thought I had found the right person to do that with. So I emailed him to tell him my doubts but that I would like to meet for a drink. To my delight, he agreed, yes, let’s meet for a drink, and get to know each other!

We made plans to meet in London. We were to meet in a pub I knew. But before then, he was away on business in Dorset and I decided to be brave and send him a video of me wanking with my dildo and clit vibrator. About 12 hours later, after all kinds of thoughts had gone through my mind about if he would like it, and worrying that he wouldn’t. An email pinged loudly next to the bed and I read it immediately. He was lying in his hotel bed with his hot fresh cum all over his hand and belly. The smile spread across my face from ear to ear as I read his reaction and then the rest of the email describing how he would belt me and then fuck me from behind, driving his cock deep inside me as I squeezed, forcing him over the edge as he thrust hard, squirt after squirt of hot cum filling me. Once again, after reading the email  I just had to cum as my fingers rubbed frantically at my clit and I quickly reached orgasm.

A second email soon arrived, he had sent me a picture of his stiff cock.

And in the morning, another treat, he sent me a video of him wanking and cumming. I couldn’t wait to be on my own and as soon as I was, my dildo was buried inside my wet cunt, watching his cum spurt out and listening to him moan, knowing that I was responsible for that hard-on was enough to bring on several strong orgasms.

I was relaxed, happy and starting to feel a bit more confident about things. I was nervous but looking forward to meeting…

And so, we had agreed to meet!

Just for a drink, a chat, to get to know each other.

Of course, the contact didn’t just stop while we were waiting for that day to come!

Daily emails went back and forth. No subject was off limits. We chatted about family, friends, sports and different places we had sex. It was a case of getting to know each other, but most of all it was about spanking and sex.

Everything he wrote about spanking turned me on. I couldn’t help picturing myself bent over his knee being spanked or, better still, being ordered to bend over and then, once bent over the bed/chair/desk, being strapped, caned. Every time I did, I would have to finger myself or use a toy to cum!

The day of our meeting got closer and closer, anticipation was building, until the day before, knowing he was already in London and would be staying in a hotel on his own, I sent him another video of me rubbing myself to orgasm.

 Not quite so nervous this time, I waited for a response. It came quite quickly as he had finished his meeting sand had logged on and watched and then emailed me to tell me his cock was still throbbing after his hot sticky cum had squirted all over his belly. I had to play with myself again as I read how he had been imagining his head buried between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy clean and wrote how he couldn’t wait until the day I let him taste me.

Sleepless in bed that night, I read his latest email telling me how he had loved listening to my breathing as I got excited and loved watching as I rubbed at my pussy. How just writing to me and thinking about it meant he had to watch both videos and cum again. We both couldn’t wait to meet!!!

Thursday, 23rd February 2023. An unremarkable day for lots of people I’m sure.

I began the day in a state of nervous anticipation. I had messaged him to say I was thinking maybe I would come back to his hotel room. To his credit, he hadn’t encouraged me, he just said, that wasn’t what this meeting was about. It was just to get to know each other, let’s see what happens! But it was still on my mind that morning. Just in case, I made sure every inch of me was shaved! I had even bought new bras, I had decided my old ones wouldn’t pass muster!

I was up early and ready early, too early, which didn’t help my state of mind as I wandered about the house, killing time until it was time to leave. Mind racing, would he even turn up? What would we talk about? Would we get on, like each other, and find each other attractive? It was a relief when time had passed enough for me to walk to the station! At least then, I had something to do. I got on the train and was able to look out the window, watch the world go by and relax a little bit. Until the train pulled in at London Bridge and it was time to disembark and find my way to the pub where we were to meet. Things were becoming very real now!

I made it to the pub about a quarter past eleven, it was early for a drink but my nerves were so bad at this point, that I ordered a double G&T and looking around, found a table that nobody else was sitting near. Took a deep breath and texted to say I had arrived. His response was very quick. “I'll be half an hour, just finishing. “ I relaxed slightly, we had made contact and I knew he was still coming!

I spent time looking at my phone, finding the signal dreadful, searched and found the pub Wi-Fi. Intent in my task of registering and joining, I didn’t see him come in. My first sight of him was when he arrived at the table and spoke my name. Startled, I looked up and saw him standing there, tall, broad, physically imposing. I stood to greet him and he apologised for being tall as I had to stand on tiptoes as we kissed hello. 

He asked if I wanted a drink. Of course, I did! More than that, I needed one to keep my nerve up!

As he returned with my G&T and a beer for him, he slid onto the bench seat next to me. I was very conscious of his physical presence so close to me as we made some small talk before he took the initiative and changed the subject to what we both wanted to talk about!

We talked about what we were both looking for, and he told me more about his life and explained his situation.

I became more relaxed as we talked, as the drinks kept flowing. I was enjoying getting to know him, I felt so comfortable in his presence, that my nerves were gone. Every time we touched it was like a charge went through me. I put my hands against his, marvelled at how much bigger they were than mine, and imagined how it would feel to be bent over his knee, feeling those big hands coming down. Incredibly aroused, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him, tasting him, as I slid my tongue into his mouth and we devoured each other. I sat on his lap as we groped each other, feeling his hard cock through his trousers, as he fondled my boobs through my top, and we continued to kiss. I was very close to suggesting we go back to his hotel around the corner but managed to stop myself from suggesting it. Before I knew it almost 8 hours had gone by and I had to reluctantly leave and get the train home. But we had decided to meet, arrangements just had to be made!

The contact was by no means over for the evening though. All the way home my phone lit up with messages from him. Telling me how much he wanted me, how he was back in his hotel wanking already, thinking of me on the bed with my legs spread as he sucked and licked at my wet pussy and his hard throbbing cock pushing its way between my wet swollen lips as we rode each other!

If that didn’t convince me of his desire, it was cemented the next morning when I woke up to find a text saying he had just had his third wank since we’d met and to check out my email.

I eagerly checked, my second video of him. I watched the video and loved watching him, so excited, wanking and cumming everywhere! But! I was not on my own so had to watch without sound! We were going away for the weekend and I had no time for myself. My pleasure would have to wait! 

I was getting ready for a trip to Wales to stay with a friend, and my morning and afternoon were punctuated with several text messages from him as we discussed how our meeting had gone and he proposed a video call where we could wank together while he described what he would do to me. I eagerly agreed. Thinking about that and remembering the night before was making me very horny, but I didn’t have any time to myself to take care of that and wouldn’t do it all weekend. It would be Monday before I was able to properly indulge myself!

Which was why it was then a mistake to read an email he sent me later on where he laid out how our first meeting was to go. I fidgeted in my seat on the train, reading how we would meet and go up to his hotel room, he would undress me, take me over his lap in just my knickers, and spank me until my bottom started to get hot, before peeling down my knickers and spanking my naked flesh. My heart started to beat faster, my knickers becoming damp as I read how after my spanking his fingers would explore me, how he would kiss me all over, sucking and licking at my clit and pussy, before finally sliding his hard cock inside me and filling me with squirt after squirt of his hot sticky cum.

Things got even more uncomfortable early the next morning, when having woken up early and being unable to get back to sleep, I read his latest email which expanded on the last one, describing how after we had both cum, he would slide his belt from his jeans and order me to bend over and lash my cheeks, before once again sucking and gorging on my juices until I would cum once again. Then how he would lie down beside me with his cock standing exposed, mine to do with as I wanted. Closing the email by saying, “This is what our first session will be like, how it ends is up to you!”

Well, I didn’t know how I wanted it to end, well I did, I just wanted everything at once!

I wanted to slide down him and take his hard, throbbing cock between my lips, to run my tongue all over it, suck him while he moaned in pleasure and release his cum into my mouth for me to swallow and lick clean.

I wanted to take hold of him and wank him until his cum was squirting all over my tits.

I wanted to feel him inside me, feeling him thrusting until he would explode deep inside me and we would lay together, satiated, entwined, as his cum trickled out of me.

I emailed him to tell him the effect his story had on me and how I wanted it to end. A couple of hours later he replied to say he had been on his own and all he had done was wank thinking of me, three yesterday, one already that morning and his cum was covering his tummy. Before he finished the email, he had worked himself up and was already playing with himself again.

I was enjoying the time at my friend’s, but I was distracted, permanently aroused and couldn’t wait to get home, I needed to be on my own with my imagination and my toys!!

When the weekend was over and my husband went to work on Monday, I got naked and laid in bed for hours, reading his emails, watching his videos and listening to him cum as I played with myself, my dildo and fingers bringing me to orgasm five or six times just thinking about his big hands turning my bottom red as I lay helpless across his knee, thinking about his tongue, his fingers and his cock inside me. I reduced myself to a sticky spent mess and had to have a nap to recover!

We now needed to make two dates, one for a video call and one to meet.

Arranging a time to meet then became problematic! His work diary was full on, and he had time booked away on holiday. It was near the end of February and as we discussed, it became apparent that it wouldn’t be possible to meet until the beginning of April, an age away!! My home situation also didn’t help, I had no job and had to think of a plausible explanation for me to be away all day! We made a date for our first video call later in the week, physically meeting would happen on 4th April. He would come to me, I booked us into a hotel in a town nearby.

Leading up to our first video meeting he started to play with me, his emails took on a dominant tone, and he told me I was his now and I was to do as I was told. If he didn’t get what he wanted then when we met my bottom would have extra strokes of his belt. He knew full well the effect the tone and words would have on me! Testing him,  I disagreed with something he had said, and for that, I was promised a hot sore bottom and 6 extra strokes of his belt!

I emailed him to tell him how I was affected, how he was pushing all my buttons and I that wanted him so badly.

His instructions for our first video meeting were very clear:

1)     I was to find a place to put my phone that would give him a full view of me on the bed.

2)     At 8 am, I was to lie on the bed, dressed only in my knickers.

3)     I was to start reading some of our correspondence, but at no point was I allowed to touch myself sexually.

4)     I was to have my vibrator at hand ready to use.

5)     At 8.30, I was to answer his call, lay back, close my eyes and listen to everything he said.

I made my preparations, my phone was propped up ready at the end of the bed so I would be in full view. My vibrator was to hand as ordered. At 8 am, I was ready, stretched out in just my knickers and began reading our correspondence on my iPad. 

As I read the emails, I couldn’t concentrate. My nerves were well and truly back. This was not something I had ever done before. I was about to be naked and exposed in front of him, playing with myself and cumming.

His call when it came was earlier than he said it would be, not much, just enough to catch me by surprise. I was to learn quickly that he would do this regularly, just another way of him exerting his control over me, letting me know who was in charge here.

As I answered and he came onto the screen, it was a relief and a pleasure to see him also stretched out naked on his bed, his stiff cock in hand!

He told me to close my eyes and listen. I obeyed and waited for further instructions as he started to talk to me, to describe what he would do to me. As he talked, he permitted me to start to play with myself and I began to rub my clit over my knickers. Eyes firmly shut, listening, concentrating, as his voice continued, how he would undress me, pull me over his lap, spank me over my knickers.

His next instruction came. I was to remove my knickers. I pulled them down and let them drop onto the floor beside the bed, and my fingers went back to my clit, I rubbed and listened as he continued the story, my bare bottom was now being spanked, and his fingers were inside me, exploring, and then as he started to tell me how he would have me arranged on the bed to be belted, he told me to start using my toy. I reached for it immediately, I was excited and wanted to cum. I placed it on my clit and as it started to buzz and spread vibrations, I listened to his voice as he described how he would pull the belt out of his jeans, double it over in his hand and bring it crashing down on my sore, hot bottom, again and again. I could feel myself approaching orgasm and as it flowed over me and my body jerked and shuddered over and over, I finally opened my eyes. My cumming had excited him I watched as his hand moved swiftly over his cock and very soon he was moaning and cumming as well.

There was only one thing left to experience now, a first proper meeting where he would spank me, belt me, pleasure me.

But before then.

I had mentioned to him that I had the house to myself all day, a couple of days later. That morning, while out walking, a text popped up from him, telling me to be naked in bed at 1.30 pm! Of course, I obeyed, and once again, he caught me out with an early call, but I eventually found myself cumming wildly as I plunged my dildo in and out of me and watched him cum as we enjoyed ourselves again. 

And then, before I knew it he was back from his holiday, and back at work. As I wanted more video fun, I mentioned I could be naked and waiting if he were free. He was busy so we made a deal, I would have 3 wanks and send him a picture of the sticky aftermath or a video of me cumming. Challenge accepted! I sent him a video of me cumming with my bullet, and another one with my dildo. And lastly, pictures of my exposed clit and sticky satisfied pussy. About half an hour later he emailed to say, he had just got out of a meeting, watched the videos and looked at the pictures whilst in his car, now had a raging hard-on and had to go and work from home so he could take care of himself!  I was delighted, and very turned on thinking about it.  We made plans to video in the morning and for the last time before we met again, we both wanked together as he talked me to orgasm.

The countdown was now well and truly on, it was nearly time for us to meet. Emails between us now mostly told a story of how many times we were both wanking a day thinking about it. He maintained he would try and stop for a few days before we met so he could save up some cum. I made no such promise! He teased me with talk of a toy he had bought, something he would use on me and then I could take it home. What was it? He wouldn’t tell me but I could guess as he started to play with me again, telling me how I would be bent over, that I was a naughty girl and my new toy would make my bottom hot, sore and crimson.

He was not making this wait easy!!

And then, suddenly, it was the day before. He was to stay the night before in another hotel and emailed me to say he'd arrived in Surrey. We decided where he would pick me up and what time. Another sleepless night for me was about to beckon…

So here we were, nearly 3 months after we had first started corresponding. Emails, text messages, phone calls, video calls and one solitary meeting where we got to know each other. All enjoyable and exciting, all illuminating and all leading up to this day!

Much like before the first meeting in the pub, I spent the first part of the morning in the bathroom, shaving every inch!! I made sure I put on a shirt because, having read his account of how our first session was to go, over and over again, I wanted him to be able to recreate that, undoing one button at a time as he undressed me down to my knickers. And talking of knickers, they were brand new!

Dressed and ready too early again, I paced around the house. I was too nervous to eat or drink anything. I had packed very light, a spare pair of knickers, toothpaste and a toothbrush. And, as instructed in his email of the evening before – my bullet, into which I made sure had gone a new battery!

We were to meet in the car park of a pub five minutes walk from my house at 9.30. I set off early, thinking I’d be waiting for him when he arrived so he wouldn't have to wait for me. All I knew about his car was that it was blue!! Still a few minutes from the pub, I had walked past a blue car parked at the side of the road, before thinking, hang on, I think I recognize the person sitting in that car! I walked back and peered in, yes, it was him, engrossed in his phone. I tapped on the window and he looked up, startled and then realizing it was me, waved for me to get in. I opened the door and chucked my bag on the back seat. He was early, so had found somewhere to pull over and do some work he explained. Also, he had stopped for breakfast somewhere; no nerves were affecting his appetite, and his confidence was clear!

He wanted to know, did I knew the way to the hotel, roughly, I thought, but it was best to use a sat nav just in case. Off we went. I don’t remember much of what we talked about on the way, but it was only about a 20-minute drive before we were there. We parked up outside the hotel and went to check in. By this point, my nerves, which had partially been allayed by chatting on the drive came back with a vengeance! Our room was on the first floor and at the far end of the corridor, which given what we were about to do, I was glad about, the further away from reception the better!! My heart was hammering in my chest. Perhaps sensing my nerves, he took hold of my hand after we checked in and didn’t relinquish it until we were at the door of our room.

The first thing he did was go to the window and look out, there was a prospect of being seen through the window, so he drew the curtains and snapped on the lights. My first thought, strangely, went to my feet! In all the emails he had sent me describing how he would undress me, none of these had mentioned shoes! So, I sat down on a chair and quickly stripped off my boots and socks.

At this point, I was not aroused, I was just a bag of nerves. I knew I wanted to do this, and had no intention of backing out in any way. But I didn’t know what to do, was looking to him for direction. This was my first time doing anything like this, not only was I about to surrender to him, put myself in his hands completely, to punish me and pleasure me. I was about to be naked and prepared to have sex with someone else after nearly 23 years of a monogamous relationship.

I sat in the chair and looked up at him as he looked in his suitcase and pulled out a package to give to me. The present he had teased me about. I stood and opened it and pulled out a two-tailed brown leather strap with a wooden handle. As I looked at it and handled it, things were changing, for the first time, I could feel the nerves switch slightly to include anticipation. I gave it back to him and he put it on the bed.

I stood and watched as he quickly got undressed down to his boxers and then he sat down on the edge of the bed. He held out his arms and told me to come to him. I walked to stand between his legs, and as he pulled me towards him, I came in contact with his cock as it tented out his boxers. His arousal was very evident, which started to turn me on more, as just like in his stories, our tongues met as we kissed, as he undid my shirt, button by button, slid it off me and threw it on the floor. My bra was next and then as I stood half naked in front of him, his hands squeezed and caressed, before his lips and tongue joined in and I arched back in pleasure as he licked and sucked on my nipples. He unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans, pushing them down. I held onto his shoulders and stepped out of them, as he assisted by pulling them from me and adding them to the rest of my clothes on the floor. His hands slid all over me and we continued to kiss. The arousal was taking over from the nerves, and then…

It was time for all the talking to stop, the stories were no more, and this was reality. He told me to get on the bed, to get over his knee. A phrase that had always had the power to turn my insides liquid and my knees weak. This time was no exception, as I climbed over his knee, feeling his hard cock pushing against me. I waited, stomach churning, heart beating fast, as his hands smoothed the fabric of my knickers, rubbing gently.

And then the first blow landed, harder than I was expecting, as his palm cracked against my cheeks, pushing me down into him. It was a shock. More landed, spanks raining down quicker and harder, the sound of each one ringing in my ears as he went about delivering what I had been dreaming about for all these years.

After a few minutes of this, the spanks stopped, and the rubbing of my cheeks resumed. He didn’t speak, but his fingers tugged at the waistband of my knickers and understanding what was to happen next, I raised my hips to allow him to tug them down and leave them to dangle around my ankles. There was an appreciative murmur from him as he viewed my naked and now pink bottom and then the stroking resumed.

Then suddenly the spanks began again, harder, faster, louder as his hands came down again and again on bare flesh. My arms had been stretched out on the bed in front of me but as my bottom got redder, hotter and sorer, my hands came back to hold onto his legs and then, starting to feel the pain become more intense, to grab the sheet.

The spanking stopped again. What now? I waited. His hands resumed rubbing my by now very sore and hot cheeks, soothing, gentle strokes as I relaxed, and then for the first time I felt him part my hot sticky lips and slide a finger inside. I moaned quietly as his finger explored, sliding in and out and stirring my juices, another finger joining as he stroked my clit. The pain had turned to pleasure.

And then, it stopped. It was time for more punishment. He told me to get up. He helped me off his knee, and then I stood by the bed as he arranged the pillows to his liking. Once in position, he ordered me to bend over them, head down, bottom up. By now, I was in a highly aroused state. This was how he had described punishing me and being told to bend over, another phrase with the power to make my knees weak, was all having the desired effect.

I climbed over the pillows, and he arranged me until my bottom was in the position he wanted. I waited, not knowing exactly what would come next. I felt a cool soft touch of leather caress my bottom and almost relaxed, until the strap came down with a loud crack and a split second later, a line of fire erupted across my cheeks. It came down again and again, each stroke hurt worse than the first. I buried my head into the sheets to muffle my cries. The heat and the pain were just building! My cheeks were on fire, burning! Throbbing!! I was trying to count but my mind was lost just trying to hold on, my hands now just gripping the sheets tighter and tighter. Then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped.

Again, I waited. His hands resumed rubbing, caressing, stroking away the pain until only the heat remained. And then pleasure, as he parted my legs and I could feel his warm breath as his tongue entered my pussy and began to lick in long slow strokes, as his lips found my clit and he began to suck me. I pushed back against him, wanting him, needing him. But no, as my arousal started to peak, it stopped! It was time for more punishment.

This time, I looked behind me to see what he was doing. He had discarded his boxers, I wasn’t sure when but his hard cock stood out proudly. I wanted it desperately, but it wasn’t time yet as he bent down to retrieve his jeans from where he had discarded them on the floor. I watched as he pulled his belt out of the loops and doubled it over in his hands, he stood to the side and raised it in the air. I looked away then, so the impact was a shock as it whipped through the air and onto my bottom, more strokes followed, just more lines of heat and pain. I buried my face deeper into the sheets, taking the pain, knowing that pleasure would follow.

The sound of leather on flesh filled the room, every lash of the belt exploding, erupting over my cheeks. Each lash was followed by a sharp intake of breath and a muffled cry as my fingers gripped the sheets. My limits were approaching, and my cheeks on fire! Burning! Throbbing!

Then it stopped. He threw his belt onto the floor and spoke, telling me to kneel up on the bed. I obeyed, and he got onto the bed behind me. His hands pulled me apart, his cock was at my lips and with one thrust he was in. I pushed back against him as he slid in and out. With each thrust bringing him in contact with my hot sore bottom, we moaned and gasped together both needing to cum!!

But then suddenly he pulled out, telling me to turn over. I rolled over and waited for instructions. He told me to get my bullet, he wanted to watch me cum. I didn't hesitate and reached for it. I laid back against the pillows, spread my legs wide and traced it over my clit, watching as he laid opposite me stroking his cock, both of us just ready to explode then the excitement got too much and I came wildly, shaking and shuddering as he watched, my whole body pulsing as my orgasm just spread through my body and then suddenly he was on his knees, pumping his cock frantically, his breath getting shorter until with a groan he shot his hot sticky cum all over my boobs and stomach and as his last drops came from his cock he collapsed onto the bed beside me.

We lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms, just talking. Relaxed, satiated, satisfied!!

At some point, he told me to turn over so he could admire his work. I rolled onto my stomach so he could look at it and stroke my bottom. He informed me it was very red and marked. It would certainly need to be kept covered if my husband was not to see!! He asked me if I would like a picture. And when I said yes, he arranged me face down with my legs slightly apart. He emailed the picture to me, and when I looked at it on my phone, I was instantly aroused again. My bottom was bright red, marked with lines from his belt and the strap. I could already see where bruises were going to form. I could, of course, feel the warmth and sting of my punishment, but the photo illustrated just how thoroughly he had carried it out. It would be a perfect reminder of my first sexual spanking!!!

I had got what I wanted, what I had craved all these years. And yes, what I deserved! And when he asked, I told him yes, I wanted more. This was my first punishment from him I didn’t want it to be my last!!