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Username: Humblebutt
Post Number: 17
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, February 25, 2006 - 07:06 pm: | 
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Hi everybody. This is my first spanking story. Sadly, it's fiction. I wrote it to please me, but since I've read so many of your stories and also since there aren't too many F/M stories posted here , I thought I'd post it.
Please forgive my dull writing style.
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My First Real Punishment
"You're in trouble," came her voice through my cellphone. "What are you doing tonight?" she asked. "I have nothing scheduled," I replied. "Be at my house at 9:00 sharp! You're in deep shit and you don't want to make it worse by coming late," she added just before hanging up.
Wow! This sounded like the punishment I'd been waiting for. We had played from time to time in the past, but she never had given me a real punishment spanking. I had told her of my fantasy of getting a punishment spanking from her, but she had been reluctant to really take control. We were just learning and experimenting, and she still lacked follow through. I found myself bottoming from the top on too many occasions, coaxing her to continue, despite my squirming, yet she had never given me what I wanted -- a real punishment spanking, hard from the start, and not over until it's over! I had explained to her that, yes, a warmup can make the spanking easier to take, but one can also get to the pleasure point the hard way! Since I had never experienced that before, I wanted to give it a try. After all, children have been punished for millenniums and most have survived to tell about it. While I don't condone spanking children, I think it's perfectly ok for consenting adults. I'm an adult, I have a safe word, and if kids can take it, I should be able to take it too, yet I still had trouble getting her to really give it to me.
This time it sounded different. She sounded genuinely pissed off! This time I felt different too. For the first time, I had those wonderful nervous feelings in anticipation of my punishment. Though I looked forward to getting it, I was also a little apprehensive, as I knew from my own experiences spanking myself, that a hard spanking with no warmup hurts like hell! Little did I know what I was in for.
I had three hours before I had to be at her house. I took a shower, packed my bag with all the toys I could find, and tried to get some work done before I had to leave. However, I could only think about the punishment I was about to get, and I couldn't get anything done. Finally, it was 8:45 and I drove to her house, parked and rang her bell at exactly 9:00.
When she opened the gate, she had an angry look on her face. She grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into the in-law studio apartment attached to her house. It was empty except for a sofa, a couple of chairs, and her bag of toys. The room was warm, and softly lit. The air was humid and had a hint of the beautiful scent of the garden outside. She was wearing a red blouse, and the blue denim skirt that I love so much. She was also wearing a pretty convincing angry frown.
"I'm so angry at you!" she said. "You were supposed to meet me last night at 7:00 to help me move all of the junk out of here." Oops! I had indeed agreed to help her move a bunch of things out of the in-law apartment, but that was two and a half weeks ago and I had forgotten about it. "Oh my, I'm so sorry!" I said, "How could I forget that?" I wondered aloud. "I called you, but you didn't answer." she said. "I ended up having to do it all myself. It took until 2:00 am. I had an early morning appointment today, and I'm exhausted. I'm also pissed! I'm finally ready to give you a real punishment spanking. Hand me your bag of toys!" she commanded. I handed it to her. She rummaged through it, until she found the hairbrush. She sat down on the sofa and motioned for me to come to her and I did. As she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pulled them to the floor, followed soon after by my underwear, she scolded me.
"I'm sick and tired of you flaking out on me. How many times have you made plans with me and then cancelled or even worse, forgotten altogether? I am not going to put up with this behavior any longer. Get over my lap!" I laid over her lap slightly diagonally, with my torso on the sofa and my feet on the floor. She started to spank me hard and fast with the hairbrush. I hurt more than anything I had ever experienced from her or when spanking myself. I immediately started to squirm. She grabbed my right arm, held it behind my back to keep me in place, and kept spanking away. I didn't count the strokes, as they were very rapid. But I estimate that I must have received somewhere around 300 strokes because she spanked me nonstop for about five or six minutes. She spanked me all over my butt and the top of my thighs. I had never felt such pain! By the time she stopped, my butt was throbbing. It was awesome!
"Get up!" she commanded. I got off of her lap and stood up. "Wait here!" she said as she got up, and walked across the room, picked up a hard wooden chair and put it in the corner. She came back to me and led me by my ear, hobbling with my pants down around my ankles, to the chair. "Sit!" she said, "Stay! Don't you move until I return, or you will regret it -- for real!" As I sat in the chair, quite uncomfortably I might add, I delighted in having received my first punishment spanking. Sitting in the corner isn't exactly my thing, but she really took charge and gave it to me good, so who would I have been to complain about a little corner time?
Well a little corner time turned into a lot of corner time. After about 45 minutes, I had to pee so badly that I couldn't hold it, so I got up from the chair and went to the bathroom. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom to go back to my chair, she walked in carrying a few new toys she had bought recently.
"I told you not to move! You disobeyed me and you are gong to get it good!" she raised her voice in anger. "I had to pee," I tried to say, only to be cut off, "Shut up! When I tell you to do something, you do it. When I tell you not to do something, don't you dare do it! I'm going to show you what happens when you disobey me. Get over here!" She led me to the kitchenette. "Bend over with your elbows on the counter. Don't you move! If you squirm, you'll get extra!" I bent over the low counter, presenting my butt for more punishment. All of a sudden, CRACK! I felt sharp stinging blow to my butt. It was so intense that I stood up involuntarily and I saw the new wooden paddle with beveled holes she had just bought. "I told you not to move -- get back down!" I got back into position, though somewhat reluctantly, as it hurt more than I imagined it would, but after all it was what I wanted, right? She gave me another stinging blow, just like the first. Again, I moved involuntarily. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE!!!" she screamed, as she pushed me down onto the counter, and held me with her left hand on my back. CRACK! Another heavy stinging blow came down on my already tender butt. Again I squirmed, but this time she held me there. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She gave me five relatively quick blows, each a little harder than the previous one. I thought about using the safeword, but I didn't want to chicken out. I just tried to relax and accept my punishment. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She started to hit me steadily. I squirmed a great deal, yet she was able to hold me in place and deliver a serious butt blistering on top of my serious hairbrush spanking. Finally, after perhaps 100 strokes, she led me back to the chair. I sat, even more uncomfortably this time, and she left the room without a word.
I was in heaven! She had really gotten it right this time! After I thought my punishment was over, she paddled my butt even better! My mind raced as I sat in the chair. She had become so bold, and even seemed to relish putting me through the ordeal. She had picked up all sorts of new techniques -- I wondered what she had read. Her dominance was intoxicating. My butt was on fire!
About ten minutes later she returned. I didn't move an inch -- not because I feared more punishment, but more out of respect for her. She had taken the time to punish me soundly and I was truly grateful for it.
"Thank me for punishing you," she said. "Thank you for punishing me," I said quite earnestly. "You're welcome," she replied, "now I want you to jerk off for me." "Yes ma'am," I answered, and I immediately started to masturbate. She looked through my bag for some lube and gave me a little. I started to get into it. As I was getting close to coming, she handed me a glass and told me to come into it and I did. Even though we had never spoken about the subject, I knew what was coming next. "Drink it!" she commanded. I've tasted my semen in the past and I must say that I don't like it. Strangely, the fantasy of drinking it is quite a turn-on, but after I've come, it's a turn-off! However, I wasted no time drinking it as I didn't want to displease her. Yuck! It tasted horrible, but I could see that she thoroughly enjoyed watching me drink it and it was part of my punishment, so I was OK with it. I thanked her again for giving me the punishment I had desired for so long. "It's not over," she said, "Bring me the strap!"
Wow! She must have read something somewhere about the effects of milking before spanking, because she was getting everything right, with confidence and authority. I brought her the strap. She placed some pillows on the sofa and instructed me to lie down with the pillows under my hips. I did, this time truly fearful of what would come next. WHAP! She wasted no time in getting started. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She brought the strap down on my butt. No longer aroused, it hurt like hell! I squirmed a lot. "Hold still!" she screamed. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She hit me over and over again. She was using a great deal of force in the blows. Just when I was about to use the safeword, she stopped after she had given me about 50 blows. "Get up," she said. For a brief moment, I thought it was over. "Lie down with the other direction." Wow! She must have read a lot! She knew about all these techniques and I never had to teach (or beg) her to use them. I laid back over the sofa, and the strapping began again. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She laid it on hard. I tried as best as I could to stay in place, but I squirmed all over the place. Finally, after one well placed stroke, I involuntarily fell off the sofa onto the floor. Not good! She followed me to the floor, hitting me all the way and screaming. "How dare you move when I tell you not to?!! You have some nerve and not much brains." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She had pinned me with her foot on my back as she whacked away at my now totally raw behind. I was in a great deal of pain, but I was also exhausted and I didn't have the energy to get free from her foot. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I guess she must have given me 70 or 80 blows when she abruptly stopped. "Get up!" she said. I got up. "Back in the chair!" I sat in the chair. Ouch! It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. I've spanked myself quite severely on plenty of occasions, but never anything like this. I got the impression that my punishment wasn't over, and it was confirmed when she told me to stand up 15 minutes later.
She pulled down the drop down the ladder to the attic. "Stand on the bottom step," she ordered, "hold the ladder with your hands here," pointing to a step high above my head. I reached up and held onto the step. She stepped up on the ladder behind me and put a cuff on my right wrist, then secured it to the corner where the step was connected to the frame of the ladder. She then did the same with my left wrist. She then took off my jeans and underwear, which had been around my ankles the whole time. She bunched up my underwear into a ball and stuffed it in my mouth. "This might hurt a bit, and I don't want you to scream and attract the neighbors attention," she explained.
As I stood there on the bottom step of the ladder with my wrists secured above my head, I must admit feeling a little scared. I could tell she had learned a lot, and had become sort of fearless about giving it to me good. I was a little worried that she had perhaps seen a few too many video clips on the internet and might try some of the overly severe stuff on me. I'm into getting a good spanking, but brutality isn't my thing. Oh well, I could always use the safeword if things got too hairy.
SWISH! I heard the sound of the cane in the air. I tried to spit out my underwear, but couldn't. I started to squirm a little and she hadn't even begun. I moaned as loud as I could, but she didn't get that I was trying to use the safeword. I think she was also intoxicated by my submission, and had slipped out of total control. I started to get frightened.
SWISH! Again she whipped the cane through the air. I flinched, and lost my footing on the ladder and felt my wrists tighten as I almost stepped off the bottom step onto the floor. I realized that I would have to keep my place, or I'd risk hurting my wrists. I tried once again to spit the underwear out of my mouth and use the safeword, but she realized it and stuffed them back in. "Do I need to duct tape your mouth shut?" she asked. I just shook my head no.
SWISH! Once more the cane whistled through the air. Once more I flinched, but this time I kept my footing. I think she sensed that I was ready and she began. SWISH, THWACK! The cane landed across my butt, searing it painfully. I cried out, but the sound was muffled by the underwear in my mouth. SWISH, THWACK! It landed just above where the last stroke had landed. I could feel the skin on my butt stretched between the two stripes. It was quite intense. SWISH, THWACK! This one landed just below the first. My butt felt as though it was ready to burst like the skin of a sausage when it can no longer take the heat. SWISH, THWACK! Just above the second blow. SWISH, THWACK! Just below the third. She had definitely learned a lot, and had probably practiced a great deal on cushions and the like as her aim was impeccable, which is no small feat with a cane. SWISH, THWACK! This one landed diagonally across the others. Ouch! She had successfully gated me with six of the best. I was so impressed. Not only because she had learned so much on her own, when she had previously resisted discussing technique, but also because in one session she had tamed me. I had started out squirming a lot, and ended up taking six strokes with the cane without losing my position. I was also way beyond the pleasure point yet I was drunk with the pain. My butt was throbbing! I had never experienced anything like it. Not even the time I gave myself over 1300 hard strokes with various implements. I felt as though I had sort of accomplished something, as I stood there, basking in the warm glow of my doubtlessly red, welted, bruised bottom.
SWISH, THWACK! My thoughts were interrupted by the seventh stroke. Wow, she had gotten good! I was sure she had given me six and waited so I would think it was over, and indeed that is what I thought. SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! She gave me five strokes in rapid succession. I almost lost my footing, but somehow I was able to stay on the ladder. SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! She gave me six hard blows in about five short seconds. I started to try to use the safeword again, fearing that she had lost her own self control and that I might be in danger! It was to no avail, as she either didn't notice, or more likely, pretended not to notice. SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! SWISH, THWACK! She delivered six more. I finally was able to spit out the underwear and use the safeword.
"Safeword," I said. Our safeword is "safeword." We chose it because it's pretty clear, and it's not a word you would say in the heat of play -- in fact, it's not a word at all! She heard me and stopped. "Are you OK?" she asked. "I'm OK, but I've been trying to safeword since you stuffed the panties in my mouth," I replied. "I know," she said, "but I also know that it was necessary to take you over the edge a little. I was so angry at you all day and I had to punish you for forgetting last night. You should see your butt! It's red, black and blue, with welts from the strap and ridges from the cane. You've finally gotten a real punishment spanking. Are you okay?" she asked. "I've never been better!" I answered. "Good," she said, "because your punishment isn't over! I want you to take off your shirt and go get into the hot tub."
It sounded like a good idea to me until I tried it. Oh my, it hurt like hell! I hadn't thought about how my already warm butt would cook in the 100 degree water in the hot tub. I got out immediately.
"I didn't say you could get out of the hot tub. Get back in!" she snapped. I started to get in slowly and gingerly, when I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me in. "Oooww! It's hot!" I exclaimed. "Too fucking bad!" she said with a detectible amount of glee as she watched me wince in pain.
Eventually, I got used to the hot water, and I stayed in the hot tub for about five minutes or so, when she came to get me out. She was holding the hairbrush in her hand. I realized that there was more in store for me and also that she had read about how much more painful spankings are when applied to a well soaked bottom. I put on the robe and again she led me by my ear into the in-law apartment. She wasted no time sitting down and tapping her thigh for me to lie over her lap. I wasted no time shedding the robe and assuming the position. She started in on my now raw butt one more time. Oh my fucking goodness! It hurt more than any of the spankings I had received that evening up until then. She just spanked me hard and fast, over and over again. Then a strange thing happened. I started to cry. This had never happened before. I couldn't understand it completely, but the best I could tell, it was just a reaction to the emotional release I found myself going through. A minute or two after I started crying, she stopped spanking me. She told me to get off of her lap and sit next to her on the sofa. We sat and cuddled for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry I had to spank you like this but your behavior has been unacceptable recently. When you didn't show up as you promised yesterday, you left me no choice but to nip your poor behavior in the bud. I trust you won't ever forget our plans again." she said. "I most certainly won't." I replied, emphatically. "Now, get your clothes on and get your but out of here. I've got an early day again tomorrow and I need to get some sleep."
I put my clothes on, and packed up my toy bag. We hugged and said goodbye, and I walked out into the cool crisp spring air. The whole experience seemed so surreal. As I got into my car and started to drive away, the heat from my butt permeated my whole body and I got that strange mischievous feeling that I used to get when I was a kid fantasizing about getting spanked. It was delicious. As painful and scary as the spanking had been, I wanted to experience it all over again. I know that someday, probably soon, I will.
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