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  Bendover
 New member Username: Bendover
  Post Number: 6 Registered: 07-2005
  | | Posted on Monday, July 11, 2005 - 09:39 pm:    |  
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  Is it proper to spank a lady on the first date?    Now that I'm single again, I can tell the story of a very memorable  evening I had about 15 years ago. It's all true, every word. I'm not  usually this casual about first encounters, but I suppose there's  always that one time...    I was out with a group of friends one Friday night after work, playing  darts and drinking Guinness at a local pub. Occasionally I'd make eye  contact with an attractive dark-haired woman sitting alone at the bar,  nursing her drink. I saw a man leaning over her and talking, as she  looked annoyed and turned away from him.    As I started to leave with my friends, I walked past her. She reached  over and grabbed my arm. "Talk to me" she said, and gestured toward  the guy next to her as she stood up. "Please." Hmmm. A lady in  distress. Gentleman that I am, of course I had to comply. My friends  continued out the door, and there I was rescuing this lovely  woman. Dirty job...    After a few drinks with her, and much flirting and giggling about the  situation, she invited me to her nearby apartment. I politely  declined, explaining that I wasn't into the habit of going home with  strange women that I meet in bars. To make a long story short, she was  very persuasive. Very persuasive indeed. I eventually succumbed, after  extracting promises of forbidden pleasures from her. I know, I'm  *such* a cad.    I followed her to her apartment, and we went upstairs. We talked, and  she gave me a tarot cards reading, which I pretty much ignored. It  seemed to put her at ease, so I went along. I pulled her towards me to  kiss for a while, and soon our passion moved into her bedroom.    We fell into her bed in embrace, still clothed, she told me that she  had a fantasy that she'd always wanted to act out, and asked to see if  I was open to trying something a bit unusual. Sure, says I, I'm open  minded, while thinking that this could be very interesting. Tell me  more about your fantasy.    She whispers it in my ear as I'm caressing her. She's at a riding  stable, and her mount is giving her trouble. I'm the instructor, and  I'm watching her as she brings her horse back in. (I have owned  horses.. how appropriate!) I'm very unhappy with her as she returns to  the stable, and I demand to see her in my office. So far, so  good. Maybe more than good...    She explains to me that in her fantasy, I accuse her of being to rough  on the poor horse. She has no reason to use such force with the crop  on the hapless beast, and she needs to be given a lesson. She's going  to find out what it's like to feel the crop herself.    I can hardly believe my lucky ears. My, what a wonderful fantasy I  say. How about trying it out? There isn't a crop handy (too bad, but  maybe a good thing on a first date) but we'll just have to  improvise. She suggests that my silk necktie could be put to good use  around her wrists too - a nice touch, don't you think? I do have a  belt, but I'll use my hand at first. Don't want to rush these things,  you know.    Suddenly, I'm the stern stable master. She's been entirely too rough  with the crop, and she's going to get a taste of what it's like on her  own rump, as I pull her over my knees. No protests... too bad, but she  probably thought I might stop!    Up with the skirt, as I continue lecturing her on the mistreatment of  helpless beasts. Down with her panties, revealing a lovely creamy  white bottom. She's going to get a riding lesson she's not about to  forget. Smack! Squeals of delight. One hand is firmly on the back of  her neck as I paddle her with the other. She wreaths in pleasure as  her lesson continues. The belt comes next, at her request. I'm very  careful to apply just the right intensity, watching her reactions. I  release her neck and move my hand to more tender pleasures for  her. There's nothing like a fantasy acted out, is there?    Eventually the lesson is learned. Of course she wants to show how  grateful she is for her instruction, by offering to do anything, just  anything at all for me. I'm sure you can all guess how that went, as  she slid down between my knees with greatful and adoring eyes.    There's much more to this story, but enough for now. The math lesson  followed, along with... well, later. |  
      
  Smartnnaughty
 Spanko Username: Smartnnaughty
  Post Number: 186 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Monday, July 11, 2005 - 10:06 pm:    |  
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  You stopped! I want to hear the much more!    Great story, Bendover! Sassy Sassy Sassy  No one can be as Sassy as me!
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  Bendover
 New member Username: Bendover
  Post Number: 7 Registered: 07-2005
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 07:52 am:    |  
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  More details, she asks...    Ok, I'll continue with my story. After her spanking, my new friend is  kneeling in front of me, and looking up in anticipation as I stand. "I  think you know what to do next" I say, just a little sternly. I guess  she's waiting for orders or something.    "Unbutton my pants." She complies immediately, fumbling a bit as she  unzips my fly. I'm surprised at the sound of my own voice. I sound so  demanding, even more so than when I was giving her the mock lecture  about mistreating her imaginary horse.    Much earlier she had asked me what it would take to get me to come  home with her, and I confessed to having one weakness. One thing I  could never turn down... and I was a little shy when I revealed how  much I love being sucked off. Now, with this well-spanked vixen  kneeling before me, with her pink bottom exposed as she anxiously  looks up at me, not a trace of shyness remains.    The once self-assured seductress was now holding my cock in her hand,  and looking up at me in anticipation. Her eyes told me that she was a  bit unsure - was she doing this the right way? What was I going to do  next?    Her order was simple enough - "Suck it." There was no kissing of  thighs, no playful licking for preliminaries. She put her lips around  my cock and drew it into her mouth, and her wetness felt  exquisite. What is it about a good spanking that sets the mood for  such pleasures? Long before, she had been the aggressive woman, but  now she was the submissive girl on her knees before me. And the  reluctant proper professional was now the dominant male, ordering her  to suck his hard cock just so. Or else.    The "else" was to come after I felt the spasms of delicious orgasm in  her mouth. Did I like that? she said smiling playfully. We were back  to being equals, and holding each other as we lay across her bed. Soon  enough she was talking about our encounter earlier, and how she had to  be very careful about me, checking me out as I was with my friends  earlier in the evening. She had no regrets, she said. I was  perfect. (Some women know just how to make a man feel good.)    Soon she was sharing other fantasies she had, and it didn't take long  for us to try them out. I was only too happy to continue this game. I  started to feel more comfortable playing out the dominant roles - I  had always been confident enough, but to me woman were treated as  equals, in all respects except one. In bed, I'd always been quite  dominant, like some primal instinct make me just take over.    The role playing seemed odd at first. What was she thinking? She told  me what she wanted me to do, and it was easy enough to act the master,  but I kept trying to understand her. Silly me - this was no time to be  clinical. I started to go with the flow and just enjoy it.    Our next game was school master, and she was the student who's work  just wasn't up to par. (I later found out that she had a PHD in math  from Berkeley. Geez.) Anyhow, she got a very stern lecture about her  grades. We had talked about this before, didn't we? And she knew what  would happen if her grades didn't improve, didn't she?    It was time for her punishment, this time with a belt. Not over the  knee this time, but lying on the bed with her bottom high in the  air. Once again, the skirt was lifted, as she got another stern  reminder why she needed this.    I was a little uncomfortable using the belt at first, because I knew  how much it could hurt from my own childhood, and her bare skin would  be too sensitive for me to get carried away. I started out very  lightly, holding the belt so I was only using the last 12 inches or  so. A few whimpy smacks at first, as I judged her reaction. A little  moaning and squirming, but the way she raised her bottom higher told  me to go harder.    This should help improve your efforts, young lady. Smack! I put a  little more into it, and got a delightful squeal. Yes Sir! I'll try  harder! (Hmm. Now we're getting somewhere.) And no more of your  insolent attitude! Smack! Smack! Are you going to try harder?  (the  word 'harder' coinciding with a smart smack.) Yes! Yes! "Yes what?"  (sharp smack with 'what') Yes Sir!    After many more reminders and a proper strapping my reluctant student  was ready to do *anything* to show me how much her attitude had  improved, and how much effort she would give from now on. Since I was  standing next to the bed in only my shirt, and very aroused, she only  had to turn around to face me while on all fours.    This time there were no orders needed. She knew just what to do, and  yes, her new attitude and efforts showed that she had learned her  lesson perfectly.    After more play and talk, she gave me her phone number and I went  home. One strange thing about her was that she refused to tell me her  name, asking that I just call her 'Z'. We went out to dinner a while  later, but she didn't invite me back to her apartment, and I got the  message that she just wanted our earlier meeting to be an anonymous  fling. I called her a couple of times, and then no more.    ---- Epilogue ----    About a year later, I was consulting at a large industrial campus and  found myself alone in a elevator with the infamous Madame Z! "Well,  hello there."  I could see the look of near panic in her eyes. For a  brief moment I considered reaching to look at the badge clipped to her  purse. Think of the possibilities - blackmail and sexual favors under  my desk? The mind boggles...    But, discretion is the better part of valor. We exchanged a few words,  and both went our separate ways when the door opened.    I never saw 'Z' again. 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  Fanny
 Advanced Spanko  Username: Fanny
  Post Number: 782 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 09:22 am:    |  
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  Great story, Ben, but it was too easy for you.  I would have made you work for it.    I never, ever do things the easy way.  "Queen of Innocence"    If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!    "oooooo", she says!!
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  Bendover
 New member Username: Bendover
  Post Number: 17 Registered: 07-2005
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 06:12 pm:    |  
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  Fanny, I actually agree. She was really too compliant for maximum effect, but it was great anyway. A little more sass and resistance would have been extremely nice, but she did work soooo hard to get me over to her place.      (Message edited by bendover on July 12, 2005) |  
      
  Fanny
 Advanced Spanko  Username: Fanny
  Post Number: 795 Registered: 05-2005
 
  
  | | Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 06:35 pm:    |  
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  I guess then you did what you needed to be done.  Job well done, Ben.  "Queen of Innocence"    If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!    "oooooo", she says!!
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