My first spanking

I knew it was going to happen; I just didn't know when.

I had been talking to this man that contacted me through a spanking website (spankinginternet.com) and we had planned to meet. That night we were talking on the phone and I was being a bit bratty. I admit it! I didn't want to study, didn't want to get down to business. He bribed me with a good girl spanking if I accomplished everything on my to-do list. Suddenly, I was flying through my books!

I had the most intense butterflies when I arrived at his house. It was actually going to happen! I had been fantisizing about spanking for so long but had never really imagined what it would be like for me in real life. I just lived vicariously through other people. But now, it was going to be me.

He was larger than I expected, and I thought to myself that I would not be able to get away from him easily if I tried to fight. The thought made me more nervous and more excited, all at the same time.

After a tour of the apartment he asked if I wanted to get started. I took a deep breath and said yes so we went to his bedroom. He positioned me nose against the wall, hands on my head. He then tucked my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my knees and then sat on the bed and admired me. It was difficult to stand there and not move. Not that I'm shy exactly (ha! not that I'm shy at all!) but I had never had anyone spend a lot of time on my bottom before.

He sat in the chair that was positioned in the middle of the room and called me over. I looked at him, a natural reaction but he snapped, "Eyes down!" He had two rules for me to follow that night: no eye contact, and I was to call him Sir with every response.

He positioned me on his right side, took both of my hands in his left one and guided me over his lap. I had never been in this position before but I felt like I had come home. I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable at all. He petted and stroked and caressed my bare bottom and told me when I would jump, "You'll know when it starts. Just relax."

He started very gently at first, in very short bursts, and gave me lots of praise. I had my hands wrapped around his ankle and he took them from there and held them in the small of my back while he spanked a little bit harder.

There was a leather paddle lying on the floor beside the chair that I was doing my best to ignore but then he took it up and showed it to me, letting me touch it. He positioned me over his left knee instead of his lap and gave me eight strokes, having me count, thank him, and ask for the next. It was stingy but I liked it! Leather was immediately on the "love" list.

He left me standing at the wall again and got me a glass of water which I thanked him for but forgot to say "Sir". He was going to spank me for it (which would have really been too bad <-- tongue in cheek) but relented when I quickly corrected myself.

Then I was back over his knee, my upper body supported on the bed while he used his hand again, and then showed me paddle number 2. It was wooden, thin, and forked. He used it lightly until I made a slightly bratty remark; then I received a few sharp smacks. His comment: "You can see the potential of this to correct your behaviour?" My internal comment: "Wood is on the 'hate' list." *grin*

After a little bit more with his hand he positioned me with my hands on the chair and my bottom up in the air, displaying for him his handiwork. It could have been embarrassing but it was so right, to finally be submitting to dominance.

He asked if I had anything to say, which I now know translates to "say thank you." *lol* At the time, I chose to respond with "Nothing at this particular moment in time, no." He spun me around and started lecturing me about brattiness and how he didn't stand for it, and I made the mistake of looking at him. It was a new habit for me, to keep my eyes lowered at all times in the scene. I remember the feeling that shot through me when I realized instantly what I had done.

"I guess I'm showing you the cane sooner than expected," he said. "Hands on the bed." He swished it through the air a few times, making me jump and squirm with the anticipation. Did I mention he's a sadist? He landed one stroke and asked if I wanted any more. I said yes and I heard the amusement in his voice when he asked me to count. I think that he expected me to say no. He only gave me about four strokes in total, then sent me back to the wall for a brief bit.

Then I was called over to him to sit on his knee while he hugged me, and then he made me a cup of tea and we chatted. We realized that he hadn't given me any birthday spanks (it was the day after my 25th birthday) so he took my wrist and pulled me back to his bedroom where he threw me over his knee and gave me 25 quick spanks that I had to count, but I could hardly keep up he went so fast!

On the drive home I was so satisfied. I was high, really, on the endorphin rush and the feeling that finally I had figured out a piece of my sexuality. He never touched my pussy the entire time but I was so wet throughout the entire thing. A piece of me clicked into place that night and I started to embrace my masochistic tendencies that I had hidden from myself for so long. Like he said, I took to it like a fish to water.