I think it was in 2003 when I started communicating with a man who wanted to spank but never had the opportunity, which was mainly due to the fact that he was having difficultly finding a lady nearby who wanted to be spanked. After a few months chatting and emailing each other, we made a date for him to visit me.
When he arrived, we sat at my kitchen table and talked over a cup of coffee and a few cigarettes. I could tell he was a little nervous, but then again so was I. It’s always nerve wracking meeting someone for the first time, but he was also going to spank for the first time.
When I thought he looked more comfortable and at ease, I led him to the chair that I had placed in my bedroom. He sat down and I placed myself over his knee. He spanked me over my slacks for awhile then he stood me up, unzipped my slacks and lowered them. He continued to spank me over my panties, and it was then that I could tell his inhibitions had disappeared. I knew he was getting into the moment, as he started scolding me and telling me I deserve to be spanked for being a naughty girl. When he thought he had warmed me up enough, he stood me up, gently pulled me towards the edge of the bed, where he sat and pulled me back down over his knee. He lowered my panties and continued to spank my bare bottom. When the spanking was over, he cuddled and soothed me and we talked for awhile. It was then that he informed me that he thoroughly enjoyed his first experience and that he wanted to meet up with me again sometime. I told him that he did a wonderful job for his first time, and that he was even better than some of the more experienced spankers. He definitely became my favourite spanker.
Since we didn’t live in the same city, it wasn’t easy setting a date for our next meeting. We continued to stay in contact via chat and emails until a meeting could be arranged. It was sometime in June 2006 when we were able to meet up in a motel close to his work. I knew it was going to take me about an hour to drive to the motel from my place, so I made certain I left home earlier than I needed just in case there was traffic due to roadworks being carried out at the time. When I arrived at the motel, I went to the office to collect the key and pay for the room, let myself in, and made myself a coffee which I took outside to drink while I puffed on a cigarette or two. When my friend arrived, we talked for awhile as he set up his video camera that he brought along with him. Once the camera was set up he got into serious mode and called me over to him. He started lecturing me about an important safety issue that he told me he wanted me to rectify a few months earlier but failed to get around to fixing the problem. He pulled me down over his knee and started spanking me over my slacks. He must have decided that I wasn’t getting any benefit out of him smacking my fully clothed bottom, as it wasn’t long before he stood me up, unzipped my slacks, slipped them right down and told me to step out of them. He pulled me straight back over his knee, started scolding me as he continued spanking me over my now pantie covered bottom. His smacks were starting to get harder and faster, so I tried to block the spanks with my hand. He told me if I try to cover my bottom again he will lower my panties. I tried not to cover my bottom but his big hard hand was starting to set my poor bottom on fire. I just couldn’t resist trying to block his hand from smacking my bottom. He said, “that’s it Anne, I warned you, now you’re panties are coming down”. I pleaded for him not to lower them, but my pleading only seemed to fall on deaf ears. My bare bottom cheeks were being attacked by unrelenting smacks. He’d smack the same spot over and over on one bottom cheek and then he applied the same to the other bottom cheek, then both bottom cheeks at once. By now my bottom was on fire and stinging. I was squirming and pleading for him to stop. He finally stopped when he thought I had been spanked long enough, which is just as well, as he was nearing my limit and I was almost ready to say my safe word. Bugger though, he made me stand in the corner for about 5 minutes displaying my freshly spanked bottom. I can tell you, I am not very fond of corner time. It was another good session, although I had to drive home sitting on a sore bottom. Ah!....love the afterglow!
When he told me about his schoolgirl fantasy, I told him my daughter had a uniform that would probably fit me and asked him if he’d like me to wear it for him next time we meet. He was really excited and said he was looking forward to our next meeting. Unfortunately we didn’t get to meet up again until almost 23 months later on 2 May 2007. We were to meet at 6:30pm at a motel near me. Again I arrived earlier at the motel because I had to change from being a mum to a naughty schoolgirl. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he walked into the room. Since we didn’t have much time, we had a quick conversation and got straight into the scenario. He was my Uncle who was looking after me while my parents were holidaying overseas. He had received a phone call from my Headmaster informing him about my bad attitude, disrespect, disrupting the class and not handing in my homework. He lectured me about my disgusting behaviour and pulled me straight down over his knee. He started to spank me over my skirt but it wasn’t long before he stopped, folded my skirt up and proceeded to spank me over my panties. After awhile he told me to get up and go stand in the corner. I was hesitating so he gave my bottom a couple of hard smacks and lead me to the corner where he tucked my skirt up into the waistband and told me to not to move. He only made me stay there for about five minutes, then it was straight back over his knee. No sooner was I back in position when he lowered my panties and started spanking my bare bottom. He was spanking hard and fast and I was squirming, so he shifted me onto one knee so he could place his right leg over the back of mine and continued to spank me. As he was setting my bottom on fire, I was pleading for him to stop and promising to be a good girl. When he thought I had had enough, he stopped and let me get up. Next thing I knew, he spun me around and made me bend over placing my hands on the bed for support. I could hear him behind me sliding his belt from the loops of his trousers. I turned around and saw him folding the belt in half. He told me to get back into position and then he applied six licks of his belt. When it was over, he threw the belt on the bed, sat down and cuddled me as he soothed me I clung to him for awhile as it was the hardest spanking I have ever had. I wanted to feel what a real spanking would be like, so he only gave me what I had asked for and nothing more.
