I can't remember the exact date but it was sometime in 2003 when I was communicating with a man from London. After a few months of chatting and emailing each other, he informed me that he was coming over to Australia on business. He told me when he would be here and which Motel he will be staying at . Knowing I had a three and a half hour drive from my place, then find somewhere safe to park my car, and then catch a bus, we were able to make a time to meet up. When I arrived at the motel, I waited for him in the public foyer. I noticed this man with a big grin on his face walking towards me and straight away I knew who he was. We greeted each other then he went and bought us drinks. We sat on one of the sofas, then he handed me something in a brown paper bag. I opened it and removed a hairbrush with a tag attached reading "To Heat Anne's Seat". I think I might have blushed as I smiled and thanked him. We talked for awhile until I felt comfortable enough to head up to his room. He gave my bottom a smack as we walked into the lift. When we arrived at his room he unlocked the door and he let me enter first. What I saw in front of me was a wooden clothes brush placed on the seat of a chair that he had placed in the middle of the room. I went and had a shower to freshen up, while he boiled the kettle and made coffee. After I dried myself I put on my bathrobe and went and sat near him on the bed and we talked while I finished my coffee. I felt totally safe and comfortable in his presence. I noticed he had turned the television on, and I think it was to block some of the noise we would soon be making.
He took me by the hand and led me to the chair where he sat and pulled me over his knee. He started hand spanking me over my bathrobe. It wasn't long before I felt him sliding my bathrobe up to reveal my pantie covered bottom. He spanked me for awhile over my panties and then he stopped, lowered them, and continued to spank my bare bottom. After he gave my bottom a good hand warming, he stopped and then reached down beside the chair and produced a wooden clothes brush that he had also bought for the occasion. I didn't have to wait long before I felt the sting of that horrid brush....OUCH!....It set my bottom on fire in a very short time. I was so happy when he stopped spanking me and started rubbing my now very hot, stinging bottom cheeks.
We sat back on the bed and talked for awhile. It was then that he told me he only let the brush drop down onto my bottom, that he wasn't smacking me hard with it. Gee, I'd hate to have felt the brush being applied with some force then. I think I would definitely have used my safe word after the first smack if that had of been the case.
We enjoyed some more spanking fun the next morning before I had to leave for my journey home. We both agreed we had a great time together.
