She was obliged to try a spanking

[henry999]

I was in my late twenties when I landed the job at Fabrix. Not its real name but the rest is accurate. My title was Purchasing Officer and I was responsible for buying all the stationery, printing and office supplies for the whole firm. Fabrix is located in West London and they produce high class fabrics and wallpaper for home and commercial decorating. The site was massive, a sizeable office block and a large factory where the stuff was made. No outsourcing, everything from design to production took place on site. Next to the offices was another building with the staff restaurant, squash and badminton courts and an excellent staff sports and social club.

The place was beautifully fitted out as you’d expect for the type of business. There was a popular pool table, a brilliant juke box and the drinks were dirt cheap. One popular facility was the table tennis room upstairs. Not because ping pong was mega popular, more to do with the huge settee thoughtfully provided for watching the game. As you can imagine the settee was perfect for, shall we say, amorous trysts. If after a few drinks a couple felt the urge to get it on the settee provided a perfect spot. I don’t know who fitted the large bolt to the door but I do know why. Inevitably we watched for couples disappearing and returning looking a bit dishevelled. And if someone was sleeping with someone you would hear “Joe’s playing table tennis with Jane.”

Now in my job I had a lot of contact with the secretaries: all the directors and senior managers had one. Their bosses always needed something and usually in a hurry, it was my job to supply it. They were a great set of girls, smart, fun and mostly pretty attractive. I liked them all, I got along well with them all, but there was one I particularly admired. Carole was secretary to the finance director. She was quite small, I guess petite is a better word, and she was in great shape. A self-confessed fitness fanatic, she ran three miles every day, swam regularly and she loved racket sports.

She had lovely soft wavy shoulder length hair framing a lovely heart shaped face. Her flawless skin was accentuated by a slightly olive complexion and big, brown sparkling eyes. She was friendly and outgoing but there was something about her manner that said don’t mess with me. She was very intelligent and had an accountancy qualification herself.
She dressed formally for work in a black business suit. A lapelled jacket with a cream silky blouse did nothing to disguise her lovely firm breasts. A tight matching skirt fell to just below the knees showed off her trim athletic calves and a pert little behind. I always thought her formal attire was incredibly sexy as well as smart. After I joined the form’s badminton club we formed a pair for the mixed doubles matches: she played at the net and me, being much taller, played at the back of the court. We always had a drink after in the staff club and we became friendly.

I really fancied her but she was engaged to a guy called Steven. They lived together but I never met him. Apparently he wouldn’t go out, just wanted to watch telly all night. God knows what she saw in him, she loved socialising. I guess it must have been an attraction of opposites.

There was guy called Kenny who was the chief clerk in the accounts department and I would often see him and Carole flirting. Now one day I had popped into the accounts department and as usual Kenny and Carole were cracking on. I don’t know what the banter was but as Carole was going out Kenny called “I’ll put you over my knee.”

“You wouldn’t dare” says Carole quickly followed by “I apologise, you would dare.” Hmm, I thought, Kenny’s a spanko, she’s not.

Shortly after this little incident I left Fabrix for a promotion to another company in the group, and moved to Birmingham. We had a joint purchasing agreement so every couple of months or so I’d come down to London and spend a couple of days working with my counterpart there. And naturally of an evening I’d pop into the club for a drink and a chat with old colleagues.

About six months after overhearing the threatened spanking I was down for a Friday meeting. I travelled down on the Thursday and stayed, as usual, in a nearby Holiday Inn. Soon as I’d checked in I walked along to the club where I was pleased to see Carole chatting to a couple of the other girls. They gave me a lovely greeting and I bought a round of G and T’s. After the drink the other two left and I was delighted when Carole accepted the offer of another drink. She asked me about the new job and we chatted about that for few minutes, and two more gin and tonics.
Then when I asked her what was going on with her she dropped a bombshell. She’d finished with Mr Miserable and was now engaged, yes engaged, to be married to Kenny. I was pleased for her, albeit very jealous, and obviously that called for celebratory drinks.

I told her I was glad for her and that I wasn’t really surprised: the spark between her and Kenny was always obvious. By this time we’d had a fair few gins and I thought to hell with it, so I asked her “has he spanked you yet?” Immediately she blushed bright red and asked me what the hell I was on about. Aha, I thought, there’s something there all right. So I reminded her about the over my knee threat and explained that I had Kenny pegged as a spanko.

“And how would you know that?”

In for a penny I answered “ takes one to know one.”

“So do you like doing that? It’s a bit weird isn’t it?”

“ Maybe Carole, but of the five serious girlfriends I’ve had three liked it, one didn’t mind and one hated it. It’s exciting, and a hell of a lot more common than you might think. But honey, from your very becoming blush I think this isn’t a total surprise to you is it?” And bear in mind we’d both had a fair few drinks, so inhibitions weren’t in play.

“Well yes, to be honest I do know he’d like to smack me, he’s never come right out and said but he’s always making mock fierce threats like I’ll put you over my knee and you deserve a smacked bottom, stuff like that. So yeah, I do know he’d like to but I never respond and I’m not going to.”

“Fair enough. But you know I told you I had a girlfriend who hated it?”

“Yes.”

“Well I was really keen on her, we were really in love and I think it could have been the real thing. But the spanking thing came between us and it killed the relationship. Now your guy’s a smashing feller but he’s a spanko and sooner or later he’s going to want to spank you for real. And you need t know how you feel about that and what you’re going to do.”
“I know, I know. It’s been niggling at me what I should do. In a funny way I don’t hate the idea, it gives me a funny feeling in the pit of my tummy imagining it. But I’ve never been spanked, our parents didn’t believe in it, what if I hate it? So when he tries to bring it up I just ignore the hint.”

“Well I’m sorry but in my book I think you need to know what to do. If you hate it you need to tell him that you can see the idea of spanking you excites him but you’re sorry, you just wont have it. But be aware that it could drive a wedge between you, possibly a fatal wedge. But if you like it, or even if you could just tolerate it, then you can go for it. You need to know.”

“OK then that’s all very well. But once he’s spanked me if I hate it it’s too late. He’ll want to do it again. I would need to know before then. How can I know?”

I said nothing. Not a word. I just smiled at her. Her eyes widened, you could see her thinking. “Ah, I get it. I take it you’re offering?”

“It would be my pleasure.” I laughed. “Literally.

“What’s it like?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“It won’t be too hard will it?”

“Not at all. I’ll go very gently I promise, and you can stop it at any time. I’ll try and make it pleasurable for you, I want you to enjoy it. I get that you are a complete beginner and I won’t hurt you, well not much. If you like it, great, and all I can say is lucky Kenny. If you don’t, well at least you know. But honestly, done right it is enjoyable.”

“What do you mean by right?” Her eyes were bright and I could tell she was at least intrigued. Even a bit more than just intrigued. She’d thought about it all right.

“Oh, starting off very gently over your skirt. We call this a warm up, it is literally gently warming your bum to acclimatise it. Then we increase the pace and do it a bit harder. Now some girls like it really hard but that’s NOT what we’re talking about here. Look on it as a mild experiment and see how you go.”

She pursed her mouth, squirmed a little bit in her chair, then she goes “oh to hell with it, let’s give it a go. I know you’re right, I’ve got to know. But how?When, where?”

I grinned and said “where else? The infamous table tennis room of course. And as for when, well I’ll go up there now and you follow when no one is noticing. And don’t be nervous, this is just a gentle taster.”

She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a moment then puffed it out. "OK, but don’t you dare be too hard on me.”

Off I went, got up there and no one was around. Perfect. Five minutes went by. Then it was ten. Oh shit, I thought, she’s not coming, she’s bottled it. I was about to give up and leave when I heard footsteps on the stairs and there she was. She came in, turned, and shut and bolted the door.

“Sorry about that, Jane buttonholed me about the badminton match. So what now?”

I sat in the middle of the settee.

“Right, take off your jacket then come here and lie over my lap.”

She hung her jacket on the back of a chair then walked over and leaned forward. She put both hands on my high and lowered herself across my lap. No hesitation whatsoever, she’d decided to submit to this and once she’d made her mind up she wasn’t the type of girl to mess about. Carole might never have been spanked before but she got perfectly in position, her taut rounded bottom displayed to perfection in the tight skirt. Then nerves got her and she put her right hand protectively over her backside. To no avail as I just took a hold of her wrist and gently moved it up to the small of her back. So then she puts her other hand over her bottom. I just moved that up too and with my left hand circled both her wrists.

“It’s no good putting your hands there, it’s your bottom I’m smacking not your hands.”

“Oh Dave, I’m not sure about this, can we do it another time?”

“Hush, relax, this is just a gentle warm up. And if at any time you want to stop just call out FINITO and I’ll stop immediately. It’s called your safe word and it means you are in control of how much you take. I promise if you say the safe word I’ll stop immediately, so don’t be scared. Now relax and let me warm you up.”

I lifted my hand about twelve inches above that pert little ass then keeping my wrist limp I flicked my hand down in the middle of her bum. I kept my hand cupped, it couldn’t have been milder. I waited five seconds then repeated it on her right buttock, then the left. After about ten of these love taps she relaxed, the stiffness went out of her body.

She told me she was fine but her arms hurt, if I’d let go of her wrists she promised to keep her hands out the way. I did and she raised her head, crossed her forearms and rested her chin on them. I resumed the gentle smacking; I gave her, I dunno, probably a hundred little love taps. She kept perfectly still and didn’t make a sound, which is what I expected, these mini slaps couldn’t hurt at all.

“OK,” I says, “I’m going to lift up your skirt now and smack your panties. I felt some trepidation, this was a hurdle and I wasn’t sure she’d go along with it, but she was fine with it. However, when I took a hold of the hem it was immediately apparent that the skirt was too tight to lift, so I asked her to stand up and take it off. With no hesitation, she got up, unzipped it, chucked it on the back of the settee and practically dived back across my lap. But not before I’d admired her skimpy pink panties and her lovely sculpted athletic legs.

“Is this where it starts to hurt?” she asked.

“Not at all, we’re still warming up, though yes, you will feel it a bit more.”

I was now lifting my hand a couple of feet in the air and bringing it down a bit more forcefully. Hand still cupped, less painful, and I was careful to not hit in the same place twice running: not so easy with such a petite behind. I upped the pace a little bit and I started to get a reaction. Each smack brought a tiny hiss and she was wriggling a little bit. Naturally this gave me a stonking erection and she laughed and observed that someone was enjoying it.

“How are you feeling,” I asked.

“Ok, she says. My bum’s getting a bit warm but it’s, er, it’s not unpleasant.”

So I continued for another couple of minutes, letting the gap between slaps get a little longer. Now the crunch time.
I took a hold of the elastic of her panties and said, “right, we’ll have these down.” To my great joy she made not a murmur and I gently slid them down those gorgeous legs, leaving them just below the knees.

Now I started to smack a bit harder, though still with my hand cupped. The little hiss on each stroke had become a grunt and her body gave a little jerk at each slap. That beautiful, firm little bottom was getting quite red: I can honestly say I’d never seen such a beautiful ass and it coloured beautifully.

After about twenty or so firm smacks the sounds she was making started to change Its hard to describe, a sort of an oof sound, a cross between a grunt of pain and a sound of pleasure. And as the spanking progressed the sound got louder. I made the smacks a bit less vigorous but upped the pace: smack, couple of seconds, smack, alternating between left and right buttock. As I got faster she was wriggling and writhing around on my lap and the sounds she was making were definitely pleasure not pain. I even wondered if she was going to climax but her ass was now cherry pink and I thought careful, don’t over do it.

So I stopped spanking and gently rubbed her sore bottom.

“Mmmm, that’s nice.”

Then she parted her legs and wriggled vigorously. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought. I slid my hand across her left buttock and down to between her legs. She was absolutely sopping wet: what a dream, she’d loved it! Wow. I took my middle finger and slid up that warm wet paradise, in no time at all she had a spectacular climax.

“Wow, that was amazing. I can’t believe it, I’m just…..speechless.”She slid off my lap and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“One good turn deserves another.” She unzipped my trousers and, with difficulty, worked my cock through the fly of my boxers. A few deft pulls was all it took to bring me off in a tempestuous orgasm.

The girl was happy; she had a wide grin as she thanked me for an eye opening experience. She said she’d better get going, would I hang on ten minutes so no one saw us together? A quick kiss on the cheek and she was gone.

I was so happy at having had the most erotic experience of my life, but I was sad too. I’d opened this side of her personality, her sexuality, to her, but it was another guy who would reap the reward. I walked back to my hotel feeling melancholy. I knew I’d remember this night the rest of life.

Six months went by. I got a call from personnel at Fabrix: my old boss was retiring, would I be interested in applying for his job? Wow, would I not? The Birmingham job was fine if a bit boring, the money was decent but social life was non existent and apart from great curry restaurants Birmingham had nothing to offer me. This would be a step up the ladder, a fair bit better salary and a great social life. I had to go down there for an interview with the works director but he knew me of old and it should be a formality. I booked in my usual hotel and travelled down the following Friday morning. I booked in for Saturday night too planning to meet up with some old pals.

My interview was at 3 pm. I got there early so passed the time popping in to say hello to old colleagues. Naturally I stuck my head round Carole’s door but she wasn’t there. An older lady was in her chair typing away: she told me that Carole had left the company the previous week. I was a bit disappointed but what the hell, she wasn’t for me. My interview went well and the boss told me there and then that the job was mine: I was delighted. On the way out his secretary called out to me that she had a message for me. Remember in those days there were no mobiles, no internet, no email. A Mr Carrols had called saying he would meet me in the hotel bar at 6.30 as arranged. I thanked her but was totally baffled: Mr Carrolls, who the hell was he? Hang on, could it be her? Who else could it be?

So that evening I’m sitting in the bar in a nice comfy booth, bang on half six she walks in. My goodness she was spectacular. She looked sexy enough in a business suit but this night she was wearing a ribbed charcoal roll neck sweater. I swear there was nothing underneath, not even a bra. Hell, she didn’t need one, those perfect pert little breasts had not a millimetre of sag. It clung to her, tight on her flat tummy. The faded black Levis looked like either they were sprayed on or she’d been pumped into them. The effect was completed by lustrously shining chestnut brown boots. Every eye in the place followed her as she walked across the room, I’m convinced it wasn’t just the men who lusted after her. That figure, those legs, thighs, and that perfect round taut little ass, and that beautiful heart shaped face had a beaming smile as she glided over to my booth. She surprised me by giving me big smacker of a kiss on my lips. It was just so great to see her again and I told her so. The waitress came over and she ordered a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Champagne: “my treat, I’m celebrating.” Turned out she’d left Fabrix to join a big accountancy firm as an articled clerk. Because of her C and W qualification it would only take two years before she could take her finals and become a proper Chartered Accountant.

We talked about her new job, I told her about the interview and job offer I’d just had, we chatted about mutual friends and acquaintances and the time passed quickly. I was celebrating too so to hell with the expense, I ordered another bottle. We just got on so well. I was a confident bloke but I never felt so at ease with a lovely girl as I did with Carole, we were kindred spirits. But as you can guess I was dying to know what happened with Kenny. Had there been a spanking, had it gone well? Eventually I brought it up; we’d had nearly two bottles of fizz so the conversation was well relaxed.

“So how’s it going with Kenny?”

She gave a little frown, said there was minor hiccup and she’d value my opinion. Hmm, intriguing. She blushed a tiny bit, then told me what was on her mind. I cant remember the exact words but basically she said that with Kenny threatening a spanking it had got her thinking about it. She’s secretly wondered what it would be like, was scared but also excited at the thought. So when I’d offered my services she decided to take the chance. As I’ve previously related it went well, she loved it. A few days later she was winding Kenny up, acting bratty, looking to instigate a spanking.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Oh yes, no problem. He said the usual something on the lines of you need smacked bum, so I just said yes, I think I do. You’d better give me one hadn’t you? So he did, but that’s not what I need your advice on.”

I was dying to ask for details but hey, got to be cool, so I just nodded. Now bear in mind these conversations are always a lot more frank after a bit of booze. I can’t remember her exact words but I’ll give you a summary. Firstly she’d never been a natural hard wired spanko, had never thought about it till her lad started telling her he’d put her over his knee etc etc. She was a very bright girl and quickly realised that this was something a bit more than just jest, so she started to think about what it would be liked to be spanked. Nowadays of course she’d turn to the internet but it didn’t exist back then. Perhaps she bought a copy of Janus or similar, I don’t know. However, think about it she did, and when I made my offer she took it up and it was a great success. But what she was saying now was, having been spanked, she started to wonder what it would be like to be the one doing the spanking. Imagination became desire and the more she fantasised about it the more exciting became the idea. So she put it to Kenny that this was something she wanted to try. On him of course. But he refused, and the advice she wanted from me was did I think that was fair?

Now I liked Kenny but I sure was more than a little jealous of him. I was at least half way to falling in love with this girl. Knowing it was impossible I wouldn’t let myself fall but late at night lying awake………well, you get the picture. So I chimed in, no, I thought that was wrong. He enjoyed it, why couldn’t she be given the opportunity to see if she enjoyed it.

“Exactly,” said Carole. “My brother’s an amateur boxer and he says before you can give anyone a good hiding you have to be able to to take one yourself.”

“Yes, I totally agree, says I. Sauce for the goose and all that.”

”Oh Dave, thank goodness for you, I knew I could rely on you. We’ve always been on the same wavelength you and I , haven’t we?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great, she says, let’s finish this bottle and go up to your room. I’m just so excited to try this.”

“Whoops. Hang on a minute, you’re going to spank me?”

“Er, yes, isn’t that what we’ve been talking about? “ Oh dear, I’d dug myself into a hole. Or at least fallen into her well dug hole.

“Well, I kind of thought we were talking about you and Kenny.”

“Well he’s disappointed me, I don’t think you would darling.”

Darling? DARLING!! That did it, what the hell, she was just a tiny girl, how much harm could she do And I remembered what happened after I spanked her: a bit of discomfort would be well worth it. And even though I was a pure top I must admit the thought was quite enticing.

“OK, says I, I’m game for a laugh. Let’s do it.”

Up in the room I locked the door and turned on the TV with the volume up. She sat on the bed lengthways, sitting up against the headboard. She was a vision, lean legs stretched out in those skin tight jeans, the tight sweater flaunting her gorgeous figure. I started to become aroused, even more so when she suggested I take my shoes and trousers because “they’ll just get in the way.”

I kicked my shoes off and slipped my trousers down. Leaning forward I shuffled across to the bed in an attempt to disguise my bulging erection: no reaction from Carole other than a tiny smile. I walked round the bed and lay across her lap. She brushed her little hand across my behind and reminded me that if I needed to stop just shout the safe word, as I’d told her. Then she started to slowly smack my bum, quite gently, left cheek, right cheek. It was quite pleasant, no be honest, it was nice. Lain across beautiful thighs with a mega desirable lass slowly warming by bottom. I had an erection a cat couldn’t scratch, it must have been obvious but there was nothing I could do about it so I just relaxed and enjoyed the moment.

This gentle smacking went on for what seemed like ages, in reality I guess only a couple of minutes or so. Then she slowed down but started to smack a bit harder. Her hand was tiny really but also pretty hard. She wasn’t cupping it so I was feeling every slap, but it was definitely pleasure not pain. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to give you twenty, slower and harder." You wouldn’t believe she’d never done this before, she was a natural and boy was it obvious she was enjoying it.

The first one landed on my left cheek and it stung. A pause, I tensed a bit, whack, the second landed on my right cheek. Not too bad but I definitely felt it. My erection was wilting and by the sixth stroke it was distant memory, this was starting to hurt. By the twelfth the pleasure was gone and it was now pain, nothing I couldn’t totally handle but I was now discovering what it’s like to be spanked properly. Let me put it this way, I absolutely preferred giving to taking.

The next half dozen I really felt and I was hoping this would be over soon. Mind, I was determined to handle it, the last two really stung and I was relieved when they were done. However, in the back of my mind was the thought I still had the protection of my boxers, would she be happy with what she’d done? Perhaps she didn’t enjoy it. Perhaps she’d like to swap positions. I wish.

“Ok, “she said, “that’s the warm up, let’s have these down.”

Warm up? Shit, that hurt, surely my warm up hadn’t been that hard?

“Warm up? “I asked.

“Yes, warm up.like you gave me? You’re not crying chicken surely?”

“No of course not”, says big brave me. Her nimble little fingers hooked into the waist elastic and my boxers were swiftly and efficiently tugged down.

“Oo, your bottom’s a nice shade of pink. Makes it look even more attractive.” Well you can’t turn down a compliment like that can you?

Over the next few minutes I found out what a proper spanking feels like. That hard little hand whapped down time and time again. She was breathing heavily with each slap and I don’t think it was from physical effort. I was wriggling like crazy with each wallop and my legs were bicycling in the air. This petite gorgeous female was causing me serious grief. My ass was on fire and it got to the point where, much as I hated it, I was ready to shout the safe word. Suddenly she stopped

“You’re about to stop me aren’t you?”

“Yes, sorry, that’s as much as I can take. You are one hell of a hard spanker.”

“OK, fair enough. Let’s have a little bet. See if you can take just ten more proper ones If you can I’ll make it worth your while, but you’ve got to do all ten.”

My ass was on fire, it must have been cherry red, but I didn’t want to capitulate. I’d hate to lose this girl’s respect plus “make it worth my while?” Intriguing

“OK, let’s do it.”

The first hit was unbelievable. I thought she’d been spanking me hard. No, this was hard. My whole body bucked, she giggled. How could someone this size hit so hard? I’d forgotten what a powerful badminton player she was, she certainly knew about hitting through. She waited a long time before the second one but when it came it was just as hard. The rest were spaced out over several minutes, I was stiff with tension and bucking at every hit and when the tenth landed with an explosive splat on my right cheek I honestly don’t think I could have taken another.

“Well done,” she says. “Your cute ass is cherry red, let me rub it better.” She reached into her handbag and took out a bottle. I lay across her lap with my backside throbbing, then a squirt of moisturiser or similar splashed across my poor sore buttocks. It was nice and cool. She smoothed it across my poor sore cheeks then started to gently massage it in. I relaxed and despite my posterior discomfort I began to enjoy the sensation. That hand that had been so savage when spanking was now the epitome of gentleness. Predictably my manhood started to stir. She gave a little harrumph of satisfaction.

“I see you’re starting to recover. Stand up.” She swung around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was standing in front of her. She took her right hand and slid it between my legs. Gently, so gently, she cupped my balls. Mr Wood sprang to action, the pain in my behind was still there but it was eclipsed by my arousal. Her middle finger slowly stroked the underside of my raging erection. Then she bent forward and took me in her mouth. Her shiny red lips went back and forth while her tongue flicked, slowly, gently, the underside of the very excited head. And then I positively exploded into her mouth. She delicately spat into a tissue and said

“I told you I’d make it worth your while.” Followed by a peel of laughter. Man this girl was something else I was wondering what the hell to say when she goes “OK, Dave, I think what we should do is go for a curry, I’m starving.”

As we were walking along to the curry house she told me how very much she’d enjoyed doing the spanking. She said the feeling of having a guy much bigger and stronger than her laid helplessly across her lap while she turned his ass crimson was a tremendous buzz. And a total turn on. How did I like it?

“Not at all I told her. Well, the actual process of lying across you, the submission if you like, was sort of exciting, and the warm up was lovely. The rest, no, not nice at all, just painful. So was she solely a top now?

“Oh no, she said, receiving was great too. Hey, I guess I must be a Spanko!” I laughed and agreed whole heartedly, yep, I guess it was safe to say she was a full on spanko.

We had an excellent meal during which there was no further talk of spanking, the main topic was her future plans as an accountant. I insisted on paying the bill and we left the restaurant. I was going to bid her a sad farewell when she surprised me. “Let’s go back to your hotel”
“What, for a drink?” She smiled and took my arm. I didn’t know what was going on but I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue.

We walked into the lobby and rather than turning for the bar she walked over to the lift. We got in. Wow, we were going back to my room. I was flabbergasted. And very excited. As soon as we entered the room she locked the door. Then she turned and with a fluid motion pulled her jumper off showing that a) she wasn’t wearing a bra and b) she didn’t need one. She flung her arms around me and kissed me deeply, passionately. Then we practically tore each others clothes off and made fast furious love on top of the bedcovers.

“My god, I needed that. Spanking you turned me on like I don’t know what, I was SO horny.”

OK, she’s going to say goodbye now, must get back to Kenny blah blah. But no, she said “let’s get in the bed and have a cuddle.” I just couldn’t believe what was happening and I wouldn’t risk breaking the spell so I just went along with it. Of course cuddling led to stroking, stroking led to kissing, kissing led to……well, you get the idea. This time the love making was slow and tender. It was the best of my life and I was now hopelessly besotted with this girl even though I knew she was about to break my heart.

I had my arm round her, her sweet face cradled in the crook of my arm. She felt wet on her face, looked at me and saw I was silently crying. Not weeping, just involuntary tears trickling down my face.

“What’s the matter, why the tears?”

“Hey I’m sorry. It’s just, just, this has been the best day of my life You’re wonderful, I can’t help it I’m besotted with you. And now you’re going go, it’ll break my heart but I’ll never forget you.”

“Where do you think I’m going to go?”

“Well, to Kenny of course. You’re engaged.”

“Ah well, I don’t think I told you quite everything about that. I wanted to see how it went with you.So I never finished telling you the whole story. I told you I asked him to let me spank him.”

“ You did, but he wouldn’t let you.”
“Well like I told you I provoked him into spanking me. I literally asked for it. I was really excited, I knew he was mad for it and I was buzzing too. But it was horrible. He was really rough. He sort of threw me across his knee, pulled up my skirt and ripped off my pants. He did actually tear them he was so rough. He didn’t give me a warm up he just started hitting me really hard. I was crying and asked him to stop but he went on for ages. It really hurt and it was just horrid.”

“Oh dear.”

“Oh dear indeed. He was nice afterwards, he apologised for getting carried away. He damn well knew he’d gone too far. So I told him he needed to see how it felt and that I was going to spank him! But he was having none of it, he just said something on the lines of “I’ll be doing the spanking in this relationship Missy.”

I just snapped. All of a sudden my feelings for him were gone. I said “Relationship? There is no relationship, I’m done. I pulled my ring off and chucked it at him. I walked out and I’ve never spoken to the arrogant sod since. He’s never tried to contact me and I’m glad. I went from what I thought was love for him never wanting to see him again, all in those few seconds And I’d been thinking about you, how we got on so well and then the spanking thing, what fun that was.”


“You could have told me.”

“Yes, but I needed to see your reaction, if you were going to be like him. You weren’t, I knew you wouldn’t be, but I had to check.”

“Well I see your point but I still think t was very naughty.”

“Ooh, and I think I know what naughty girls get.”

We’ve been married thirty years now. We still get on like a house on fire and Carole is still lovely, still turns mens’ heads in the street. And I still love spanking her even more than I hate her spanking me.

[Jonathan66]

A really well done story Henry...I always wanted to believe that such relationships are possible. Best. Jonathan