11 comments/ 36245 views/ 6 favorites New To This By: FluteMaster This story was inspired by a comment from a friend. She told me very briefly how she discovered she loved being spanked and paddled. This story is my version of that learning experience. ------------------------------------------- NEW TO THIS It was Toby who suggested using the paddle. "It will make it more effective" he said, and everyone in the group had agreed with him. Now back, alone in her room, Tina could feel how effective it had been. Too fucking effective in fact. Her two fingers slid slowly in and out of her wet cunt, covered in her slick juices and brushing her swollen clit on the way past. Her hips buck uncontrollably, and she whimpered at the tingling sensations still being transmitted by her sore bottom. The five of them often met in Toby's room. He was the unofficial leader, the one who set the pace, the one who came up with the ideas that everyone else thought of, but never dared say. And that afternoon - a lazy mid term Saturday afternoon, he had suggested spanking. It was all about how much pain they could endure. The argument had started with the old chestnut as who was the stronger - girls or boys. Toby and Adam were obviously voting for the guys. Men could bench press more, run faster and were prepared to suffer the most appalling injuries as soldiers, cops and firefighters. Tina, Carol and Lillian, on the other hand, pointed out that women went through childbirth as a matter of course. They likened that to shitting a melon, and Toby and Adam both winced at that. But this just left a stand off - so Toby suggested that each of them be spanked by someone else. There would be a limit of twenty hits but if they called time out before that limit it meant that they had suffered enough. No-one wanted to look like a wimp, or to seem a prude, so everyone agreed even though silently each had their own unspoken reservations. The only concession the girls won was that panties would not be pulled down. The guys agreed, reluctantly. Toby went first - as much as to set the benchmark as to get it out of the way. He elected to have Carol spank him. Naturally they all agreed that they should all have turns both giving and receiving. Carol made Toby stand up, pull down his trousers and then bend over like a child at school. Standing to his left, she then proceeded to lay into him with her hand. She didn't waste time getting into the swing of things. Her hand rose and fell rapidly, and Toby felt the stings like a mounting crescendo. But it was this speed that saved him. Carol soon found that although Toby was silent, her hand was starting to hurt like blazes, and after the 20 blows, she had admit that she was apparently in more pain than Toby. Ruefully she waved her smarting hand in the air and gave Toby permission to sit back down. He and Adam high-fived each other in jubilation at this victory. Toby, however, had felt the spanking enough to sit down gingerly on the comfortable sofa. Adam went up next, and he elected to receive his punishment from Lillian. Lillian was a wiser then Carol, and she took her time. Her blows were more measured, but were delivered with a greater intensity. In addition, unlike Carol, she selected the same two spots to strike each time, alternately, and by the time she was on her 18th hit, Adam was getting close to giving in. At the 19th and 20th, he was making definite sounds of discomfort, while Lillian was still looking like she could carry on for a while yet. This was a definite victory for the girls. Lillian, Carol and Tina then took their turns. Adam spanked Lillian and Tina, while Toby took care of Carol. All of them felt the pain, and all of them were close to crying out at the end. Neither of the guys, though, was able to match Lillian's methodical method or consistency of accuracy, and so they were never as effective as her. However, for Tina, her biggest problem wasn't the pain; it was the amazing reaction it produced in her pussy. She had never felt this before - and her response shocked her. She not only enjoyed the pain, she was deeply aroused by it. As Adam had bent her over and lifted her skirt, she had felt the first flush of tingling between her legs. She had caught her lip in teeth as she felt the familiar sensations. She was mortified and deeply concerned that the others would see what was happening to her. And then, her bottom pushed out and her arse cheeks stretching the thin cotton of her panties, she had felt each of Adams' spanks like a branding iron on her flesh. But it was an iron that not only burned, but seared her cunt. As she clenched her buttocks, she felt the movement on her sex, and her legs started to tremble. Her breath became ragged and she kept herself under strict control. This wasn't to hold back any sign that this was hurting, but to hold in her cries of pleasure. Had she made a noise, it would most likely have come out as a plea for more. Eventually, she was allowed to sit back down. Nobody saw the flush of sexual desire in her face, or had seen the start of a stain of liquid on her underwear. Outwardly she was calm and relaxed, but inside her mind there was a turmoil of desire. Images of her bent, spanked and then fucked ran through her mind. She imagined being taken, punished and then used as the object of sexual gratification for the men and women present. She felt, and wanted to be a slut, and she was as confused as she was excited. And then, Toby had produced the paddle. No one asked from where he had acquired the toy. It was covered in leather and a good two foot long. It was flexible, but gave a satisfying thwack when he smacked it against his hand. Everyone looked at it with a degree of trepidation - except Tina. For her, it was like seeing the key to her world suddenly revealed to her. She was shocked, and excited. After the spanking she knew she wanted more sensations - but she was anxious to how she would respond. Would everyone suddenly realise the awful secret? Would she become a sex crazed fuck toy? Would they all see the spreading stain of her arousal and mark her down as a nymphomaniac? She was a good Southern Belle, and she was horrified that her good girl image was about to be blown apart. As it was, the reality of what happened was better, worse, and not as revealing as she had imagined. This time the limit was set at ten blows. Each of the guys and Carol and Lillian agreed that it had hurt a lot more, and also that this was an experience they didn't want to repeat. But for Tina, it was the final step into a world or erotic delights that would govern her path ever after. Toby had elected to wield the paddle for her. This time, instead of making her stand, he had positioned her, kneeling, on the sofa where he had sat earlier. Mercifully for Tina, she was therefore facing the bright sunlight of the window, and so nobody in the room watching her was able to see the discoloration of her underwear. However, Toby had learned something over the course of the afternoon. He had learned that in the same way as Tina enjoyed being punished, he was aroused by being the punisher. This time, when he was presented by the submissive poise of his victim, he had paused and drunk in the sight of the tender curves. Somehow, unconsciously, he had seen into the heart of her, and by waiting, increased her own sense of vulnerability and nakedness. When the first bow landed, she had taken the blow into her core, and watched it transform from pain into heat and then into desire. Each blow increased the molten lust between her legs, and her mind slowly sank into the place where pain and pleasure were exquisite in their intensity. She pushed back her arse as she gave herself to her master, gladly receiving the kiss of his chastisement. And then, just as she was silently moaning to herself, and the final four blows were about to be delivered, she heard Toby muttering under his breath. "Come on you slut, I bet you're enjoying this aren't you. You want this. You want to feel this and you want to feel my cock. You love being spanked and paddled and you will love being fucked like a whore in all your holes when this is over." Toby was hardly aware of what he was saying, lost as he was in his own private world where his punishment set free this girl's inner slut. And yet, unbeknownst to him, his words and actions were having just that effect. Had there not been others in the room, Tina would gladly have submitted to him. She would have torn off her clothes and prostrated herself at his feet. She would have gladly knelt before him and taken his cock in her mouth, sucking it dry of its white cream, and then sucking it hard again to ravage her cunt and her arse. There was nothing she would have withheld from this man who had liberated her. But the presence of the others was more effective than any ball gag or restraint. Even as Toby's words seared their way into her brain, she hugged herself tighter and whimpered at her need to cum. Not yet, not now, she ordered herself. At last, it was over. As coolly and primly as possible, she stood. A tear slipped down her face. Everyone thought it was a tear of pain, and was shocked. Little did they know that it was the pain of frustration and lust. She needed to get back to her room and give in to the frantic urge to orgasm while imagining all the things that she wanted done to her. Quietly she left the room. The others assumed she was just upset, and let her go quietly. Even Toby was appalled at what had happened, and he never repeated his experiment. But Tina? She locked her door, and then slowly and reverently took off all her clothes. She lay back on the bed, and like a sacrificial victim, summoned the image of the man who had only recently being using the paddle on her bottom. Teasing herself unmercifully, she ran her hands over her flesh, avoiding the supercharged energy between her legs. With surprise, but acceptance, she felt her swollen nipples - standing rigid and aching in their need to be seized and twisted. Every touch of her fingers was like the caress of a whip, slid gently over her open nakedness. And then, she touched her sex, and bucked. She whimpered to herself, torn between the desire to prolong this sweet agony, and the need to embrace her climax. Eyes clenched shut; she proceeded to give herself completely to Toby. While her fingers touched, stroked, churned and rubbed her cunt, she imagined his cock moving over her her, marking her, possessing her. She opened her mouth wide and felt him to the back of her throat, pleasing him with her openness. With her legs spread apart, she felt him ease up into the aroused tightness of her pussy. And then, even though this was something only whispered about with horrified tones by her roommates, she envisioned herself bent over and begging him to take her last virginity, her tight unused arsehole. It was as she imagined his cum spurting into her rectum that she could take the tension no more. Her hips lifted off the bed covers, and her body locked rigid as with a silent cream of desperation she abandoned herself to her orgasm. With her fingers the only sign of movement, she spasmed repeatedly, lost in the shameful knowledge that it she ever wanted to repeat this awesome experience, she would need to open herself to the pain/pleasure of punishment. And then, as the sweat cooled from her panting body, and as she saw her breasts rise and fall while she took mouthfuls of cool air, she accepted that one day, sometime in the future, she would learn to seek out and embrace this true core of herself. New To This Ch. 02 In the dim light of the restaurant booth Tina quietly watched her latest boyfriend. Andy, a work colleague, was telling her about the training he was doing for his latest hobby, the triathlon. It seemed full of jargon and technical stuff that was beyond her, He had been cycling and running for some time, but was pretty inexperienced at swimming. So, he was regularly down to the pool and doing practice laps with the "pullbouy", or float, between his legs. This was one of the things that she liked about Andy, though. If he set his mind on doing something, he was prepared to do what it took to get better. Other guys would have given up, but he just set himself another goal. Tina wished she was more like that, more focused, more self disciplined. She had trouble getting herself out of bed in the morning, and no way could she see herself getting up extra early in order to spend time three days a week at the local swimming pool. Whatever it was he was doing, though, it was working. Slim and wiry, he moved with fluid grace. And he was surprisingly strong for his build, with a handshake that was more than firm. Tina had always envied his ability to eat well, and yet not carry an ounce of excess fat. He also looked good naked, and had some impressive stamina. Last weekend they had finally made it to bed together, and he had pushed enough of the right buttons to leave her feeling very relaxed, and very keen for any repeat performances going. Tina liked sex, and was an enthusiastic participant. She believed in giving as good as she got, and was proud of her oral technique. Between them they had covered most of the normal bases, and she had been happy to suggest things as well as go along with his moves. Those buttons that he hadn't touched, though, she was keeping very close to herself. Back in college she had experienced the amazing impact of being spanked and paddled, and the incredible arousal it had given her. Often, when masturbating on her own, she replayed that afternoon and her desire to be fucked by one and all afterwards. There was a dark intensity of those scenes that sent her to new heights, but also scared her. What she desired seemed so abnormal, and she couldn't think of a way of letting her boyfriends know her little secret. Sometimes, when she was on her own and in front of the computer, she would trawl websites relating to bondage, punishment, BDSM and D/s relationships. When she saw pictures of girls tied up and vulnerable, when she saw them being punished by strong men, she melted inside and wanted to be there. She wanted to experience again the pain of the spanking, and then the urgent desire to be taken by her captor and used for their pleasure. She was, she knew, a submissive. But Andy was such a gentleman, he seemed even less likely than most guys to want to punish her and make her obey his commands. He was polite, thoughtful, and hated prejudice of all kinds. Maybe, she thought, that was what she really wanted; a man who took her seriously, talked to her like an equal, and yet enjoyed great sex. She sighed to herself, and resigned herself to never seeing her fantasies come true. After the meal and some very decent wine, they took the taxi to where Andy had his apartment. It was a Friday night, and they had arranged that Tina would stay the weekend, going back to her place on the Sunday evening. In the taxi and feeling somewhat tipsy, Tina felt playful. So it was that she suddenly decided to launch herself at Andy and start tickling him. Well, she giggled to herself, he takes himself far too seriously at times. However, she had reckoned without his strength, and within seconds she found herself pinned to her seat while he gazed at her coolly. Somehow, he wasn't as amused as she had been. But, his way of restraining her and looking at her also made a profound impression. It was if, somehow, a mask had slipped. Until now she had confused politeness with weakness, quietness with shyness. But the man who held her down was revealing a readiness to take charge, to challenge her, to impose his will on her. And that sudden awareness sent a very erotic tingle through her stomach and to her pussy. At this point she might still have successfully hid the effect he was having on her. Had he let go of her, she could have given a little laugh, brushed herself down and carried on as if nothing had happened. But he didn't let go. He didn't let her regain her composure. Slowly, but surely, he leaned in and kissed her, firmly on her lips. This was no playful buss, it wasn't an apologetic peck. He was in command, preventing her from moving, and claiming something he regarded as his. Tina couldn't help herself. She moaned into his mouth and pressed herself up against him. It was if his actions had unlocked a passionate animal. Still holding her, he pulled back and looked hard into her eyes. His hooded gaze seemed hawk like and he obviously saw her need and desire. Tina bit her bottom lip in anxiety, her eyes wide with fear and hunger combined. If he had placed a hand between her legs she knew he would feel the heat and wetness. She was highly aroused, and getting more so every second he inspected her. And then, she saw a light of understanding in his eyes, and with care and tenderness, he pulled her into his arms, and let her head rest on his chest as he embraced her. Despite herself, she began to cry, quietly, but with shuddering sobs. She didn't quite know why, but something about his transition from predator to protector had unlocked a buried part of herself. She had felt fear before, but not of what he might do, but almost of what he might not do. She was afraid that he would see her dark secret, and be repelled by it. By pulling her into his arms, he had signaled that he had seen, and accepted her, and that acceptance freed her from some of her darkest anxieties. For the last twenty minutes of the ride he held her tightly as she snuggled into him. Her crying had subsided, but her need to be comforted remained very strong. She felt his lips touch the top of her head, and this act of tenderness provoked fresh floods of tears; tears of regret and happiness. Once inside the apartment, Andy took charge. He sat Tina on the couch and found a duvet for her to snuggle into. With quick economical movements he drew the blinds and switched on the low lighting. After a glance at his CD collection, he selected a recording of Gregorian Chant. The timeless music with its stately progression soothed Tina's troubled heart, and she lay back, her eyes closed, letting the male voices speak directly to her. The smell of Arabica coffee brought her back, and when she opened her eyes, Andy passed her one of the mugs. "It was cream and no sugar, wasn't it?" Tina nodded her thanks, grateful for this act of normality. He took his mug of black coffee and sat on one of the upright chairs nearby. Gently, with a look of concern on his face, Andy spoke to her. "Now, I know that what happened in the taxi just then was a real shock for you, so tell me to go boil my head if you want, but I am happy to listen if you want to talk about it." His choice of words made Tina softly smile and this, along with his genuine care, helped her decide to open her heart at least part way to him. Shyly she looked down into her coffee as if looking for inspiration. "I'm not sure why I cried." She shrugged her shoulders. "It was like I felt you were going to tell me off for something, and then didn't. But more than that, and yet not quite that." She looked up at him, a wry look on her face. "I'm sorry, I'm not making much sense here am I?" Andy gave his own quizzical smile and shrugged as well. "Maybe if we went back a little? You suddenly attacked me in the taxi, and I held you down and kissed you. What happened then felt almost as if I had set something off. What was that?" Tina blushed red at this point. "Ahh, yes." Damn, she thought to herself. He did notice something. "I'm sorry", she apologized, "that was rather slutty of me, pushing myself against you like that." Andy looked again with those eyes that saw deep into her. "Not slutty," he said, "alive. When I kissed you, you responded as if we were in bed. But it wasn't the kiss that did that was it? It was the fact that I was holding you down. I had conquered you." Inside, Tina felt her emotions slip sideways. He understands, she told herself. He accepts me. Suddenly, she felt very vulnerable, and very free. It was all she could do to nod at him. And then, he dropped the bombshell. "When we first met, I wondered if you would be like that. You see, I always suspected that you were a submissive." Tina looked at him dumbfounded. Her true self was that obvious? How did he, how could he...? Andy smiled a broader smile. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I don't tell people this unless I am pretty sure. I have had some experience as a Dominant, you see, and after a while, you get to spot the signs. Until now, though, I have only known woman who have embraced their submissive sides. I would guess that you know it's there, but keep it well hidden for some reason. Do you want to share why?" After this little revelation, there didn't seem like much to hide. With a sense of relief, she told him about her experience at college. (See "New to This"). Along with the intensity of the actual experience and the arousal she felt, she also described her fear of seeming like a slut. After all, she protested, good girls aren't like that, are they? "Good girls?" Andy laughed quietly. "In my experience, good girls are ones who are honest about themselves. I just happen to like the ones who are honest about wanting me to be dominant." Tina smiled shyly at his openness. "So, now you know that I am a submissive, what do you want to do now?" Andy slipped off his chair and came over to where Tina was stilled snuggled on the couch under the duvet. "It means that we are going to go to bed, together, as we planned. But first, we are going to have a treat. You attacked me in that taxi, and I don't like being suddenly attacked. " Andy gave a little smile as he said this, re-assuring her that this was playful, though his tone was serious. "So, I think I ought to punish you. And I am going to do that my taking you into the bedroom, lifting up your skirt, pulling down your panties, and spanking your bare butt. What do you think of that?" Tina gave a gulp, and felt her cunt spasm. This was better than any fantasy, it was real. "I think I deserve everything you give me. And I only hope it will make me a good girl afterwards." Andy couldn't resist a grin. "I'm sure it will, my dear." He stood, and helped Tina up too. Together, with him leading, they proceeded to the bedroom. Once by the bed, he turned to her and kissed her full on the mouth, feeling Tina's warm body press itself again to him as it had in the taxi. Even the anticipation of the spanking was arousing her, and she could have sworn her cunt was leaking. Andy sat on the edge of the bed and made Tina lie across his lap. Her body was mostly supported by the bed with her hips on his right leg and her tummy on her left. Being right handed, Andy preferred to have the bottom directly beneath his striking hand. With infinite care he lifted the fabric of her skirt, exposing the hold ups and white cotton knickers. The latter stretched tautly over the curves of her rounded derriere. As the cool air wafted over her exposed skin, Tina felt herself blush, and yet couldn't suppress a moan of anticipation. The waiting was so exquisite. Having hooked his fingers under the elastic, Andy fiercely tugged her underwear from over her bottom and down to her thighs. For another moment he paused, drinking in the sight of this proffered gift, her naked arse, given to him to be spanked for their mutual pleasure. He slid his hands over the warm flesh, pressing the muscle, stroking the soft skin. And then just as Tina was relaxing to the soft caress; SMACK, his hand left a red mark on her right cheek. Tina gave a gasp, and felt the pain/heat arc into her sex. The hand resumed its gentle exploration And SMACK, the left cheek reddened, triggering fresh arousal. But this time, the arousal was ok, it was what they both wanted. Tina buried her head into the bed covers and whimpered with pleasure. SMACK, SMACK. Two hard blows, merging into one. Andy pushed his hand in between her thighs and gently eased them apart. With her head buried, he couldn't see her blushes as her sopping cunt was exposed. Her stomach was in free fall as he pushed all those buttons she had thought were beyond his reach. Andy reached in and stroked the wet flesh, marveling at how her swollen lips resembled the petals of a tropical flower. As his fingers explored downwards they brushed her sensitive clit, and Tina gave a low moan and her hips bucked slightly. SMACK, SMACK. "Stay still until I say you can move." Tina went still, happily ceding control to this wonderful man. Again his fingers slid into her wetness, opening her cunt and her lust. "You little slut, you are enjoying this aren't you?" Oh god, even the words were right. Tina was almost beside herself. She could only nod, and give herself up to her sexual need. In that case, I think you deserve another four smacks, and then it will be time for you to show me how good you are. Tina was grateful that this wasn't going to last too long. She had been aroused since that incident in the taxi, and she needed some release soon. Head down, she clutched the covers and pushed her arse up to her Master's hand. SMACK Pause SMACK Pause SMACK Pause, longer this time SMACK. With a groan of relief, Tina relaxed onto Andy again, noting the exceptionally large and solid length sticking into her stomach. Andy lifted her up and drew her into his arms. Through her tears, she was smiling, and they kissed each other, tenderly at first, and then with increasing passion. It was if they were feeding each other the passion they needed, each lifting the other further. Clothes weren't removed, they were just pushed out of the way. Within minutes her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pushed off her firm breasts. As he sucked and gently chewed her stiff buds, she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked the muscles of his chest, whimpering at the way his mouth was triggering such sweet pleasure in her pussy. He laid her back on the bed, and stood up. With one hand he gripped her panties and pulled them down her legs and off, throwing them into the corner. Unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock, he almost threw himself onto her. Lying over her on his elbows, he then paused, looking again at her intently. Tina reached up to his face, and slowly pulled it down to her hungry mouth. Just before they kissed she murmured, "Thank you Andy. Thank you for spanking me." They kissed with fiery intensity as Andy guided himself to the entrance of her sex. There was a groan from both of them as he sank into her. She was more swollen and tight than she had ever been before, and he was aching with hardness. Like teenagers, they were almost ready to climax and they had yet to actually start fucking. Lifting himself up onto his elbows, Andy looked down at this amazing woman who matched his desires so well. Then, slowly at first, but with increasingly harder thrusts, he began to possess her, to pound her, to drive deep into her being. She tilted her head back and made guttural noises as she gave herself utterly to him. Together they ratcheted up the pleasure, feeling their own climax building in pressure. Andy pumped harder and harder, driving his hips down to her up thrust. Every in stroke provoked a cry from her, and he marveled at the red flush starting to spread over her upper chest. And then, with the suddenness of a tropical rainstorm, her climax struck her, and with a wail she clutched him as her body jerked and bucked, her legs wrapped around his waist. The animal intensity of her orgasm and the tight rippling of her cunt triggered Andy's own climax, and with a loud groan he sank a final time into her core and felt his cum spurt deep into her. As the heat dissipated, they held each other, lost in the wonder of what had happened. One final time, Andy kissed her, and whispered. "And next time, it will be even better." Tina giggled, knowing that this would indeed be the case.