Between our times together, Rosa and I would talk on the phone, many times a week initially. Spanking wasn’t the only topic, but it certainly was the most common. We’d had quite a bit of experience with each other by this time, though it was more of a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement and each knew we were both pursuing other spanking partners. One time we got to talking about limits in general and what happened w...

Sydney’s free settlers had limits, a regular blind eye was turned to the biblical invocation: Judge not, that ye be not judged. So, when it came to the likes of Brigid O’Sullivan, polite society couldn’t help itself: all freed convicts were skilamalink, but the Irish were beyond the pale. It was just as well the great and good didn’t know the half of it. The next stop for those who shaked a flannin of Sydney’s establishme...

Part 2 - The Spanking For the balance of the day, I ran our conversation over in my mind. I wished I could stop analyzing and just let things play out. I always wondered whether it might work out for the best, but my organized mind always won out, and analyze I did. I was guessing that Lina had always wanted to get together with me in some way and my spanking comment either hit a nerve or showed a different level of inter...

Part 10- If They Only Knew Rosa had said several times that one of the unique things about our relationship was that, in a brief period, we were sharing our most intimate fantasies ... those related to spanking anyway. It was certainly the most I'd ever shared about my wants and desires, but it seemed obvious that a common interest such as we had would naturally generate such openness. Rosa wished that were true, and havi...

She pulled her cab into traffic and pulled up the backseat cam. “What are you trying to pull?” she asked when she saw me pull up my favorite pics on my tablet. She pulled into a parking lot, pulled the backdoor open, got in and then pulled me across her knee, pulled my pants down, pulled out the paddle and spanked me good. Ten minutes later we both smiled as I pulled my pants up and she pulled back into traffic. “Pull tha...

Part 9 - Not At the Beach! The next day - Rosa’s day to be spanked - she insisted on another public spanking and chose the beach as the setting both for its openness as well as her desire to spend some time on the beach. For those not familiar with the Florida coastline, unlike many other coastal areas, Florida’s beaches are open to the public along their entire length. There are state and county parks that have large par...

Part 8- Public Punishment I woke up with the covers in disarray, Rosa’s head on my shoulder and my arm around her. I rubbed her back softly as I recalled the previous night’s activities. I lifted the little bit of bed sheet covering her bottom to see she still had a nice red blush, and no bruises, which I didn’t expect as I’d only spanked her with my hand. I didn’t want to wake her up, but on the other hand I wished she w...

Part 7- Airports, Trams & Cars Getting to the airport and on the plane was something of a blur as I’d had little sleep and couldn’t stop thinking of what Rosa and I had done all week. The memory was enhanced by the discomfort I had in sitting on the plane with a still red and very sore bottom. I got home without incident and called Rosa shortly thereafter. The conversation was upbeat as she had already been looking at her...

Part 6 - A Devious Plan It was now Saturday night … my last night in New York … and the anticipation was killing me. I’d thought about it all day, even though I had to admit to myself there was no way I could possibly figure it out. All I knew was that it was my turn to get spanked and that somehow, I’d have to make it through an evening with her aunt before I’d find out what she had in store for me. I wasn’t sure if I ev...

Part 4- I Need a Spankin’ I’m the kind of person that can get very distracted by work, but as I started my day, all I could think about was Rosa … both what had been and what was about to be. The anticipation was killing me already. I’d had trouble falling asleep the night before as I played out all sorts of scenarios in my head, but finally decided to leave that planning to Rosa and thankfully fell asleep. Now I had to o...

Sally's package had arrived with the spanking implements. Inside, was a beautiful small, wooden paddle, it was called 'The Brat Tamer,' and It was a beautiful piece of workmanship. It was a thin, oval, cheek-to-cheek paddle without holes, and perfect for use over the knee. It would sting like mad and allowed for a long spanking, but wasn't brutal. There were two canes; a thin whippy rattan cane, and a heavy synthetic mode...