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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. I hope she remembers her lessons too. |
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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