5 comments/ 20459 views/ 4 favorites Her First Spanking By: MikesWorld The house was a nice two-story, all manicured lawns and pride of ownership. She parked in the driveway, just as she had been ordered to do. Taking a deep breath, she left the sanctity of her car and stepped up the walk, heels clicking softly. She stood at the door, her heart racing. She was excited beyond belief. I can't believe I'm actually doing this! But there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to go through with it. She had been flirting with him for months, having met him in an online chat room. Their chats had quickly gone private and turned to much more as she frequently found her hands in her panties as he typed to her about the very adult things that he wanted to do to her. She had become more excited with every conversation as their discussions finally lead to her submissive nature. He had assumed a dominant role immediately, and she was hooked. Had she finally found someone to give her the spanking that she had been fantasizing about for years? Soon, their chats turned to phone calls and, inevitably, phone sex. She would lie in bed naked, pulling her nipples or sliding her dildo in and out of her drenched pussy, following his instructions to the letter as he whispered soothingly in her ear. Many nights she fell asleep after several resounding orgasms, her thoughts on him. As their relationship progressed, they chatted about "play dates." Her fate was sealed one evening when, while masturbating on the phone as he whispered in her ear, she had promised him that she would follow his every command when they met. And he had taken her up on her promise. His E-mail was simple and to the point: Friday, 7PM. Follow these directions to my home. You will dress in black heels, a short skirt and an open top, displaying your cleavage. Bra and panties will not be necessary. Park in the driveway. Don't be late. Included was a Mapquest link with the directions to his house. She had been shocked, at first, then quickly typed her reply, affirming her promise that she would do anything he said. She was so excited that she had to masturbate several times during the week in the bathroom at work, nearly getting caught on one occasion. There was some anxiety, to be sure, but she someone knew that she was going to go meet him in hopes of fulfilling one of her fantasies. And now she was here. Her hands shook as she reached to ring the bell. It chimed softly inside and after a moment, the door opened. He looked just like the picture he had sent her. In his early forties, tall and blonde, with a flat stomach and strong build. He was dressed casually, slacks and a polo shirt, a smile on his face. She looked into his slate grey eyes and nearly melted. "Hi," she said softly. "I see you found me ok," he said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. She was touched by the gesture, another sign that everything would be fine. "Yes, the directions were perfect, thank you." "Please, come in." He waved her toward a comfortable living room and a fire that raged in the fireplace. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." She took a seat on the couch as he disappeared into the adjoining kitchen. Before she could look around, he was back, holding two glasses of wine. Her hands trembled as she took it, smiling gratefully up at him. She sipped it, feeling the warmth spread through her. He sat next to her, gazing at her confidently, and she blushed. "You're beautiful." "I followed your directions," she said boldly, getting right to it, but looking down at the floor. He took the glass from her hand and placed in on the coffee table next to the couch. "Stand up and show me, then." That smile again. She stood on wobbly legs, knowing what he expected from their many phone calls. She looked him in the eye as he sat before her and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Maintaining eye contact, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving his. Finished, she pulled the top out of her skirt, exposing her large, firm breasts. She knew her nipples were rock hard without even looking at them, and she knew that this would please him. "They're perfect," he said, looking at them at last. "Absolutely perfect." "I'm glad that you like them, sir." Her hands went to her breasts and she began to knead and pull her nipples. She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself, and closed her eyes. She knew that he was watching avidly as she twisted her nipples, encouraging them to get even harder. She opened her eyes, grasping her left breast firmly, staring down at him. She leaned forward, bringing her breast to her mouth, and began licking at her nipple. She could see the lust in his eyes and it made her happy. Lowering her hands, she lifted the hem of her skirt, showing herself to him. She was freshly shaved, knowing that this, too, would please him. Her clit throbbed as he stared at her and she couldn't help herself. Her other hand found her soaked pussy, and, pulling her lips apart with her fingers, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, holding her skirt high. She moaned again. "Take off your skirt, please." She did so, pushing it down and stepping out of it quickly, now completely naked before him. She watched him as he looked her up and down, smiling all the while. "Turn around, please." She did so, leaning forward, her ass in his face. She looked back at him, smiling, then reached between her legs and again found her clit. She bit her lower lip as she teased herself, then slowly slid a finger into her dripping pussy, her eyes never leaving his. "I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself," he said, chastising her. "No sir," she smiled. "But you're glad I did." He laughed and her heart tumbled. "Over my knee, please." She moaned again, her knees nearly buckling as the anticipation ripped through her. Oh my God, he's really going to spank me! She turned around and smiled at him. He patted his lap and she eased herself over him, her crotch pressed firmly into his knee. She was soaking his trousers already, she knew, and was glad. She felt his stiffness pressing against her belly and knew that he was enjoying himself, too. "Knees apart," he commanded and she quickly complied. His hands finally found her, tracing over the rounded flesh of her bottom. He pulled his hand away abruptly and she sucked in a breath, but he was only teasing her. Then his hand was between her legs, finding the source of her wetness, opening her lips. "Hmm, very nice," he said approvingly, causing her to smile. She felt a finger ease into her and she pushed back against it, willing it to go deeper. He slid it in and out of her, teasing her, making her squirm. Her legs shaking, she tried to remain still, losing the battle. He pulled out of her and smacked her ass, once, hard. She jumped and squealed, and received two more, one to each cheek. Her bottom warmed and her clit throbbed. The blood pounded in her ears. Again he smacked her, firmly, and again. She had read stories where the submissive counted each swat aloud but she was too lost in the sensation to muster a coherent thought. It took a minute for her to realize that he had stopped, then she felt him at her opening again. One finger, then two, found their way inside her as he began to masturbate her. She moaned, or maybe screamed, she wasn't sure. He was giving it to her good and she was loving it. And then he stopped again. Once, twice, three times he smacked her ass, and she nearly jumped off his lap. She was dangerously close to cumming and ruining his slacks, she knew, but did not care. And then it happened. She felt something wet pressing against her anus and she tightened up. He swatted her bottom again, several times, alternation cheeks. Her bottom was on fire, now. "Relax," he whispered, and she did. The wet finger found her anus again and this time she did stifled a moan. Slowly, patiently, he eased his lubricated finger into her as she fought to remain still over his knee. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. The pain was there, certainly, but it paled in comparison to the excitement that had her on the edge of orgasm. He began to ease it in and out slowly, taking care not to hurt her, and she was in heaven. Then she felt another new sensation as another finger found her wet pussy again. He paid attention to both places at once, sliding in and out of her, as she rubbed herself against his knee. Her hands found her nipples again, pinching and pulling them as the impending orgasm threatened to take her sanity. And then it was too late. She grunted deeply, feeling it all the way down to her toes, and she came all over his hand. The juices ran down her thighs, soaking his slacks. She grabbed his knee and held on for dear life and she rocked against him. His fingers never left her but slowly and gently coaxed her through the orgasm. She lie there, over his knee, panting heavily. Oh my God! Did that just happen? He helped her off of his lap and onto the sofa beside him. His wide smile and the bulge in his trousers let her know that he had enjoyed it to. "That was amazing," she said, barely trusting herself to speak. She was covered in sweat and her heart was still racing. "Yes it was. But you're not finished, yet." Looking down at the bulge in his pants, she knew exactly what he wanted. She slid to her knees, moving between his legs. She stared him in the eye as she undid hid belt, his pants and then, slowly, his zipper. She licked her lips, winking at him, and he smiled back at her. She bent to her task, grasping his pants firmly and yanking them down. His rock-card cock sprang free, begging for attention. It was larger than she had dare hope for, fully erect at nearly seven inches with plenty of girth. She smiled up at him, reaching out to take him in her hand. She stroked him slowly, wanting to tease him a bit as payback for the times he had teased her on the phone and online. She noted the precum dripping from the head of his cock and bent forward to suck him clean. "Stop," he whispered to her, making her freeze. She looked up at him questioningly, a smile on her lips. "Put your hands behind your back," he said, taking his penis into his fist. She did as she was told, clasping her hands behind her, wondering what he had planned. He moved forward until his cock was mere inches from her. She opened her mouth to take him willingly, and he rubbed the head along her lips. She kissed his cock hungrily, licking at the head as he rubbed it on her cheeks and lips. But when she tried to take him into her mouth, he eased away. "I'm waiting." Damn him, she thought. "Please, sir." Said softly, her gaze again on the floor. "Yes?" he said, clearly expecting her to elaborate. "Please, sir, let me suck your cock." And she meant it. She wanted, needed, to taste all of him. "Why?" The smile was evident in his voice. She looked up at him again and smiled as she met his eyes. "Because it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen and I want to suck it and taste your cum, sir." "I've waited a long time to let you, my dear." And with that, he pushed forward, his rigid cock poking her cheek until she turned and took him into her mouth. He smelled freshly washed and tasted even better, she thought, getting on with it. She licked and sucked him, lubricating him with her saliva, before taking him deeper, slowly deeper, into her mouth. Hands still behind her, she knew that she would earn this one the hard way. But as soon as the thought occurred to her, she dismissed it. By the way he moved against her, nearly fucking her mouth, she knew that she wasn't the only one who had looked forward to their first meeting with anticipation. She smiled, her lips now around the base of his cock as he moved forward, looking up at him. His head was back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. Good, she thought, enjoy it as much as I am, baby. "I want to cum all over your perfect tits," he groaned, his breathing shallow. And she knew that she had him. She reached up and took him from her mouth, pumping his cock with deep, long strokes. Her hand glided easily over his cock as she worked from the head, all the way to the base, then back again. And then she stopped. "Hmmm," she said, feigning innocence. "Shall I let you?" "Damnit," he panted, "don't you dare stop, brat!" He pushed his hips forward, urging her to continue, but she was having none of it. "Say it." "Wha-what?" he stammered, unbelieving. "Yes?" she said prettily, enjoying her brief moment of control, knowing that it would cost her later and excited for it. "Please. Baby, please!" Having won, she grabbed his cock again, hand around the base, taking him deeply into her mouth. She gripped him tightly, pumping him as she sucked him hard. He groaned and she knew her reward was at hand. She took him out of her mouth, still stroking him, arching her back to present her tits to him. His eyes were still closed, clearly enjoying her attention. "Look at me, baby. Look at me and give me your cum." His eyes had a glassy look as they met hers and, a moment later, she felt the first spurt of his cum across her left breast. She continued pumping him, milking him, seeking every drop. Soon her chest was covered and she could feel his cum sliding down her tummy. When the last spurt had died away, she took him into her mouth again, sucking him hard. He gasped loudly, going up on his toes. "Easyeasyeasy...." he said, panting. She giggled at him, glad that she had made him cum. She leaned back on her elbows, covered in his seed, watching him intently. He looked at her finally, then a look of realization hit him. Mumbling an apology, he rushed from the room, returning a few minutes later with a wet, warm towel. He cleaned her chest slowly, almost lovingly, a smile on his face. Finally, his task complete, he pulled pillows from the couch and, handing her one, he lie down beside her on the floor. She curled against him, chin on his chest, his arm around her waist, feeling happy and satisfied. She stroked his hair and traced the lines of his face, his eyes closed. They lie there awhile, content in each other's company, until she thought he had fallen asleep. "You're going to pay," he laughed suddenly, reaching down and playfully swatting her on the ass. "I was hoping you'd say that!" Her First Spanking Suddenly I'm not sure if I've made the right choice. A wave of fear washes over me and I'm about to get up and tell him to forget about the whole thing when his hand moves to my back, pushing gently but firmly and keeping me in position over his knee. "It's ok, I've got you." It should be illegal to have a voice that sexy. That was my first thought on meeting Mr Matthew Holder four and a half years ago. Actually that's a lie, my first thought was 'What an arrogant, pompous ass!'. To be fair to him I had arrived in the middle of a rant against the state of British tennis, a sore topic for a man who once dreamed of Grand Slam finals. I later discovered him to be one of the humblest, kindest men I've ever met and the love of my life, a far cry from my first impression but at least I was right about the voice. I still can't quite believe my luck. It's hard to comprehend how I, indecisive, disorganised and ever so slightly loopy, managed to ensnare this beautiful man, but I guess the world works in mysterious ways. Two and half years into marriage and I'm still crazy in love with him, to the point where it's almost embarassing and as far I can tell he feels the same about me. Wonders will never cease. However, there is one rotten apple in our basket of bliss. The sex is ok. Just ok. Now, I know you can't have everything in life but I just don't understand it. It's not like he's awful or inexperienced or anything and he usually makes sure that I cum, but it's like something's missing. It's almost as though he's holding himself back. If I'm honest so am I but I'd hoped that I would be able to please him without needing to express the part of me that I try so hard to pretend doesn't even exist. I love him too much to risk losing him because of something stupid like a fantasy. That used to be my mantra anyway. I don't really know how I got to this point, I think the champagne cocktails Matt kept ordering for me last night may have had something to do with it. It was my birthday and he took me out on the town to celebrate, stating that I deserved a bit of glamour and fun. There was plenty of both up until the moment he started asking about my fantasies. I'd been sober every other time we'd had this conversation and I'd managed to fob him off with some creative bullshit about candles and rose petals. I thought I'd convinced him until I saw the look in his eyes, clear as day even through my champagne induced haze. He was using my inebriation to get his own way and if I hadn't been so impressed by his plotting I might have been angry. As it was I simply assured him that I knew his game and that no matter how drunk he got me I wasn't going to tell him anything about the spanking thing. Yes, bring me all your secrets everybody, I'm unbreakable. Except when a little tipsy and confused, in which instance I crack like an egg. So much for my pride. I don't really remember much about the rest of the night, but I do know that, unfortunately, it wasn't a dream. After a long morning in bed recovering and lots of tea and nurofen, Matt brought up my drunken confession. I tried to brush it of as a joke but he just stared me down and eventually I quietened. "It's ok. Look at me. Do I look like someone who's freaking out because his wife's confessed she's a little kinky?" I rolled my eyes but then couldn't resist sneaking a peak at him. He actually looked radiant, can you say that about men? He looked calm and excited all at once and in a split second it occurred to me that this might turn out to be a good thing. A moment later my self doubt was back but I felt brave enough to at least talk about it and maybe even be a little honest. "No, but you're so nice you would probably be ok with anything I said and I couldn't bear it if you did something just because you thought I would like it" I was proud at how mature I sounded and expected him to be blown away by my clear thinking logic and selflessness. "Ok, first of all what the hell is wrong with wanting to do something just because it would make my wife happy, and secondly, how do you know you'd be the only one enjoying it?" Pardon the cliche, but my jaw literally fell open. His eyes twinkled knowingly at my reaction but he carried on regardless. "How do you know it wasn't exactly what I was hoping you'd say? You have to stop making assumptions about me and what I think, you know me pretty well but sometimes you can hit completely off the mark." My mind was so thrown by this new development that self-censure went out the proverbial window, "You mean you want to spank me?!", I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to say yes or no. Luckily I didn't have too much time to ponder. "And much more besides." Well, this was a turn up for the books! After even more tea and a long, agonisingly frank discussion about the finer details of our mutual desires and fantasies, I suddenly found myself bent over Matt's knee with my knickers round my ankles and my arse naked and exposed. I was a little shocked at how simultaneously embarassed and turned on I was, I didn't know whether to laugh or start humping his leg, but in the end I just lay there, waiting to see what would happen next. As I waited my mind went into overdrive. Would he regret this afterwards? Would I regret it? How much would it hurt? Was I just being ridiculous, did I really want to be spanked for God's sake, I wasn't a child! Would he know when to stop? Would I want him to? I was suddenly overwhelmed by all my fears and doubts and I went to stand up. It wasn't too late, we could still brush the whole thing off and get back to our happy, normal, safe life and everything would be ok. "It's ok, I've got you." While still the sexiest voice I've ever heard (bar perhaps Johnny Depp) there was a strength and confidence in it that I would have sworn wasn't there before and somehow it did feel ok. I loved him more than I've ever loved anyone and I trusted him with my heart, but the warmth and comfort coming from his hand on my back, the hard, solid feel of his legs beneath my body and the calm assurance and control in his voice gave me the courage to trust him with my body and maybe even with my soul. My acceptance must have shown itself in the release of tension in my body as Matt reacted as though I'd spoken my thoughts out loud. "Well done, you know I've got you. Just relax and open yourself up to me. I promise I won't go further than you can take, you just have to trust me." "I do trust you" "Good, now I'm going to start slowly and build up so be prepared. You may cry out if you need to and in fact I want you to, I don't want you to try and hide your emotions, ok?" "Ok" "I want you to think of a word and if you really want me to stop for any reason I want you to say it. You will be punished if you use it prematurely but equally you will be punished if you don't say it when you should. Do you understand?" "I understand.", I had no idea what he meant by 'punished' but my pussy was certainly intrigued and I couldn't stop the frisson of excitement his words caused from making me shiver with desire. I forced my mind back to the serious issue of a safe word. I'd read about such things but had never really believed that I'd ever have to come up with one myself. I knew it had to be memorable and completely innocuous so as not to be misunderstood, but I also wanted it to be meaningful and unique to us. "Break point." It was almost too obvious but I knew he would get the double meaning. "Good." There was a pause in which my heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest, and then I felt the palm of his hand make contact with my ass for the first time. It was surprisingly real. I'm not entirely sure what I'd imagined but somehow the difference between fantasy and reality is the physicality of it, every sense alive with excitement and expectancy. As promised he build up the spanks steadily, increasing the speed and intensity until I was gasping with every hit. It didn't hurt exactly, at least not at first. It more like an overload of sensation, and the intimacy of the moment almost overwhelmed me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable that I was surprised to realise that I was close to using my safe word. I had assumed that it would be the pain that would be my weakness, but I enjoyed the physical sensations of the spankings. The emotions it brought up in me were much harder to take. As it went on the feelings of self doubt and fear seemed to bubble up inside me and I couldn't keep them down. I was shaking as the spanks got harder and harder. I welcomed the pain but I feared the emotions, I daren't let them free or he would see it all and that would be too much to bear. So I kept my mouth shut and tried my hardest to fight it, to fight the serenity of release that was beckoning me. I had wanted this for so long but now I was here I couldn't do it. I hadn't understood how much it would cost me or how much I would risk and I wished I could take it all back. I fought and fought and fought until I had nothing left to give and I broke. If I could have spoken I would have said my safe word, but I couldn't get my mouth to work. There was nothing left for me to do except to wait for the rejection that I knew would come. Through all of my inner turmoil the spanks continued and now that I'd stopped fighting it I embraced the rhythm, the steady beat of his hand on my arse. I let myself sink into it and I found a peace that I'm not sure I'd ever felt before. I seemed to float on a sea of sensation and I allowed myself a moment of calm before the inevitable storm. Suddenly it stopped. It took me a second to realise that something had changed. Keeping me on his lap Matt tilted my head up towards him, allowing my body to shift round slightly. I tried to avoid his eyes, unwilling to share this one last part of myself. As usual though his patience won out and I couldn't resist looking up at him. I have never felt so exposed, so known. I waited for the blow, the cutting remark or mocking word that would slice through my heart like a knife, not knowing how I would ever recover from this and swearing never to drink again, I clearly needed to be sober to keep myself safe. "I love you." What? I must have looked confused as Matt chuckled gently. "Why is it always so hard for you to believe? I'd think you had a hard childhood but your parents are wonderful and I know they always told you they loved you." "They did." "Do you know what, I thinks it's because you don't love yourself." "What? What are you talking about?" love myself, what on earth did he mean? I'm not arrogant, I know my own failings. "You don't think anyone could see you, really see you, see into your very soul, see you at your must vulnerable, when you hate yourself the most and still love you. But I do. I see you, all of you and I love it. I love you." I'm not usually good at emotional moments, I do my best to diffuse them with humour, but looking up at him from his lap, his hand resting comfortingly on my bare ass, I just couldn't do it. My voice broke as I replied, "Thank you, thank you so much. I love you too. And I'm sorry." Suddenly all the emotion that I couldn't release during the spanking broke free and Matt pulled me up into his arms, holding me close. I felt exposed, and vulnerable and known and my ass was going to be sore for a few days but I was loved and that made it all ok. I held on tighter as I imagined what my life would be like if I hadn't met him, and I sobbed into his chest. "It's ok, I've got you." And he did, he had all of me, for as long as he wanted.