The Meeting

Tara was nervous - she didn't know what to expect. She hadn't been spanked since she was 13 years old when she's been particularly obnoxious to her parents. Then her father had hauled her over his knee, pulled up her school skirt, pulled down her panties and had really paddled her bottom until she was sobbing and begging for mercy. She'd felt him go hard under her stomach while he was spanking her and he wouldn't look her in her eyes when he had finished the spanking. He obviously felt really guilty about his feelings about spanking her and never laid hands on her again!

However as she grew up through her teens she kept on feeling this strange urge to be put over a strong man's knee and be spanked until she was sobbing and begging for mercy - and then some! It was one of her masturbatory fantasies and her resulting orgasms were far more intense with this fantasy than with any others.

She'd been married at 22, without being spanked - and somehow she'd never had the courage to discuss this particular fantasy - or perversion as she saw it - with her husband, yet it still used come into her thoughts regualrly. She still masturbated when she was alone in the house and the spanking fantasy still enabled her to achieve far stronger orgasms than anything she managed with her husband.

On her 36th birthday her husband gave her a computer with a connection to the internet. One of the first things she did, when her husband was out, was to key in the word 'spanking' into an internet search engine. She was absolutely astonished at the results. Thousands of entries ranging from some extremely obnoxious porn sites - although she did get a kick out of looking at pictures of spanked bottoms. Then she discovered newsgroups and instant messaging and realised this 'perversion' had to be one of the most common around.

At first she lurked, reading mails, going into chat rooms, being aroused by spanking stories, masturbating a lot - almost every night. Her husband had become accustomed to her coming into bed late - and wanting sex because she had been aroused by what she had been reading. But most of all she yearned to be spanked.

She answered a few personal ads, but mostly had been turned off by the degree of violence which appeared to be in the thoughts of some she contacted. A couple had developed into e-mail relationships, but as the ones she found most interesting lived far away nothing was developing until...

One evening she checked a personals ad which directed her to a personal web page. The page promised no porn - indeed was only illustrated with a shot from waist to thigh of a garter-belted lady clutching her bottom and some details about the web page owner and his offering of a spanking service - and more if wanted. The idea turned her on desperately and she sent out a reply before she could change her mind. She had really good sex with her husband that night fantasising about what might happen.

She dashed to her computer first thing the next morning to see if there was a response - nothing. But when she returned from work there was a response. It turned out that the respondent lived in England, but visited the USA frequently. He wrote well and seemed extremely understanding, but any visit to her area might be a long way off. Mentally she decided that if he did come she would do her utmost to meet him - but if she didn't feel comfortable would walk away from it - no harm done - but no spanking either.

They corresponded off and on for several weeks, each finding out more about the other until one day she got an e-mail saying he would be passing through her area in six weeks time and if she still wanted to meet then he was extremely interested to do so. He offered to buy her a meal or a drink to see if they both were happy with going through with the spanking and if so ...........

Tara walked into the hotel lobby. Chris was there waiting for her. She recognised him from his picture he'd sent her. He was reasonably tall, whitish hair and had a nice smile. She didn't quite know what to say to him, but he broke the ice quickly - 'Even more attractive than your picture' he said. 'Come on, lets go and have a drink. You look as though you might need one' as he steered her into the lounge. She felt hot and tired from the long drive. She was wearing a blouse knotted round her waist in the front and brief denim shorts. She still had a good figure and nice legs and knew it.

Tara didn't drink much and had driven, but felt she could do with some Dutch courage anyway and asked for a glass of white wine, while he had a gin and tonic.

She loved his voice and accent and he did look really friendly. They chatted around the subject for a few minutes until they began to feel at ease with one another and then Chris broached the subject.

'If you're going to want to be spanked I need to know what you really think you want in terms of how hard, how long, whether marks are going to be a worry and a few more things. Do you want to use any roleplay? You know - be stood in the corner or anything like that. Do you want me to play the strict father or uncle orwhat?'

They'd actually explored a few of these ideas over the e-mail and in IMs but until now she wasn't really sure. She had decided, though, that having come this far she was definitely going to go through with it. The surroundings seemd reasonably safe and he certainly seemed to be genuine. Indeed rather sexy she thought.

She told him she'd like to try a little roleplay, but not to expect her to keep it up. She also wanted him to spank her hard and not to worry about marks. If she had to walk backwards in front of her husband for the next few days, that would be a small price to pay.

'Alright' he said. 'Here's the initial scenario. I've got a spare room key. You take it and go to my room. Take off your shorts - and panties if you're wering any (he grinned and she blushed) and stand in the corner exposing your bottom. I'll finish my drink and come on up. When I come into the room, don't look round until I tell you you can. You will also address me as 'sir' whenever you speak to me.

Her knees felt like jelly as she went up to his room. Was she doing the right thing. She couldn't turn back now. She had trouble opening the door, but eventually she went in. She looked around. She was a little worried to see, lined up on the bed, a belt, a long handled clothesbrush, a canvas shoe and a long handled bamboo shoehorn. There was also a bamboo cane propped against the bed She closed the door. She took off her shorts and panties and stood facing one of the corners. 'God, what am I going to say if the cleaner comes in' she thought to herself.

She waited about four minutes and then heard the door being opened. She glanced round - in case it was the cleaner - but it was Chris. He looked at her. She turned back facing the corner. She heard him approach her and the next moment felt a really sharp sting on her bottom. She leapt round.

'I told you to face the corner and not turn round. Now turn round and face the corner again.

'I only turned round because I thought it might be the cleaner' she said as she turned round.

She heard the implement swish through the air again and another searing pain across her bottom, then again and then again.

'That's for turning round and addressing me without calling me sir' he said.

'Yes sir, thank you sir' she said.

Her bottom had a sharp fire in it.

'OK - you can come out of the corner - and stand in front of me - legs a little apart'

'Yes sir' she said and did as she was told.

He walked around her slowly noting the four red marks which had already appeared across her extremely spankable bottom.

He stood in front of her. She could see now that he had the bamboo shoe horn in his hand. She blushed as she saw him looking at her pussy - it was shaved.

He rubbed the shoehorn up and down her pussy - and then with a quick flick gave her a hard spank with it right on her pussy. Tara squealed and leapt clutching herself in front and guarding this very private part from his view. An exquisite pain shot through her.

He admonished her for covering up her pussy, told her to take her hands away and he gave it two more spanks as a punishment. What a delicious punsihment thought Tara - she nearly came then and there.

He went and sat on the bed and beckoned her over. He placed her over his knee. She could feel his penis hard and erect under her and the thought gave her a thrill. He started to spank her with his hand - methodically alternating between sides and covering her whole bottom. It was painful, but not excessively so. She could almost feel her bottom beginning to glow. He paused and began to stroke her bottom. She moved her legs apart and he obligingly continued to stroke her down between her legs where she could feel she was really wet. She moaned wanting him to carry on, but he stopped.

'Now - that was just a light warm up' he said. 'The proper spanking's about to start and this one is going to hurt'. I'm going to give it to you 10 strokes at a time and I warn you that the target is 100 in all , but I'll make a judgement about how many you're going to take depending on your reactions'

So saying he reached across and took the hairbrush in his right hand and started to spank her - hard. The first blow with the hairbrush really hurt, the second even more. Tara began to worry that she'd take 10, let alone 100. She started to squirm. The spanks kept coming, each one hurting more than the last. She could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes, but she wasn't going to let him stop now.

Suddenly he stopped. She felt his soothing hand caressing her bottom again. Again she moved her legs wider apart willing his fingers find her welcoming target. He duly did and she shuddered and groaned as his fingers played with her clitoris. Her first orgasm came fast and hard. He didn't stop and she stayed on an orgasmic high shuddering and bucking around.

'First pain - and then pleasure' he said as he continued to massage her gently. Gradually he pulled his hand away and she could sense him picking up the hairbrush again.

She wasn't quite ready for the first blow of the second session and nearly jumped off his knee with the pain. He pulled her back on. 'Do that again and I'll spank you even harder' he said

He continued to spank her. Her bottom was on fire -all over. He gave her four successive spanks on her upper thighs, two on each side. She started to cry. And then the ten was over again. His hand started its stroking again - - this time it moved down between her legs much more quickly. She moved rapidly to another intense orgasm - one of the most intense she had ever experienced. She wanted to take his hard erect cock out and put it in her mouth and give him some of this pleasure back. She started to fumble with his zip with her left hand.

'Later' he said as he continued to massage her until she came again. God, this is like childbirth she thought - intense pain and when its over you forget the painful part and revel in what you have achieved. THWACK. The hairbrush descended on her bottom again. She remembered the pain again very quickly. By the end of the next ten she was sobbing copiously and her bottom was so sore she didn't see how she could possibly take any more. She waited for his hands to start exploring again - but he told her to stand up. She did. Her cheeks were streaked with tears.

'Time for a short break' he said. 'Go and look in a mirror. She did. Her whole bottom was glowing crimson and there were already some purple bruise marks beginning to show.

'Now - do you want me to go the whole hundred' he said. Part of her wanted him too - but her body was weak. She shook her head. 'No I don't think so thank you sir' she said. She only just remembered to add the 'sir' on to the end of the sentence. Her bottom was too sore for even one more stroke at that moment.

'Right - you're going to get the next ten on the pussy' he said picking up the shoehorn again. 'Lie on your back on the bed with your legs wide apart'

She wasn't sure about this, but did as she was told - anything had to be better than getting any more on her bruised bottom at that moment. He stood alongside her. She could see his erection pressing against the front of his trousers. He didn't spank her hard with the shoehorn, but each stroke sent a spasm of delicious pain shooting through her whole body. She'd never had a sensation like it. At the end of the ten she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop, but he did.

'Stay there' he said. He went to the ice bucket and took out a couple of ice cubes which he applied to her pussy. She almost leapt in the air. Then he bent down and gave it a gentle kiss. She could feel his tongue. Everything seemd so sensitive there after its spanking. He stood up again and massaged her pussy with his fingers. She went into orgasm immediately and miraculously stayed there coming and coming.

She reached up and drew him down towards her, her hands scrabblig at his zip. He let her pull it down and he undid his own belt and lowered his trousers and briefs. His cock sprang into view sticking out straight. Not too large, not too small just lovely she thought as she raised her head up and took it into her mouth massaging his balls as she moved her mouth up and down its length. He started to groan and then pushed her away.

'No, not yet' he said 'I don't want to come quite yet'

He went down on her, his mouth closing over her still ultra sensitive pussy and his tongue working its magic on her clitoris until she came and came again. 'Oh God' she thought' I don't think I've come this often in the past year' as she came yet again. He stopped and kissed her on the lips. She could taste her own pussy on his lips but she didn't care. She had never had such an intense sexual experience in her life. He started to unbutton her blouse and remove her remaining clothes. She could feel her nipples were hard and erect. He started to play with them with his fingers - gently and then harder and then gently again. Pleasure shot through her once more. He brought his mouth down and kissed her left breast as he worked her right nipple with his fingers. He traced his fingers down her stomach and back between her legs, continuing to kiss he breasts. She could feel herself coming again.

He lay down beside her, his erect penis pressing into her side. She wanted it inside her, but he wouldn't let her do that yet. 'I'm sorry' he said. But there's still quite a lot of spanking to be given yet. I may not hold you to 100, but my absolute minimum is 60 which means you've got at least another 20 to go. However I'll make it ten if you take the cane.

Tara thought that ten with the cane as opposed to 20 with the hairbrush sounded a pretty fair deal.

'OK' he said as she told him her decision. 'There are rules that go with the cane. You bend down and grasp your ankles and you hold that position for the whole caning. If you let go you get extra strokes to make up.'

Tara did as she was told. She bent down and clutched her ankles. The cane can't be any worse than the hairbrush she thought. Not worse, but different! She saw through her legs that he'd walked round behind her, the length of bamboo in his hand. She couldn't quite see what he was doing with it, although she did feel the cane touching her bottom - presumably measuring the first stroke. She sensed him draw his arm back and then heard the cane swish through the air. It landed right across the middle of her bottom and to her it felt like someone had just touched her with a red hot poker. It was as much as she could do to hold on to her ankles. Unlike the hairbrush, the cane seemd to localise the pain. She could almost sense a weal developing along the line of the first stroke. SWISH she heard the next stroke coming and she flinched and clenched her buttocks hoping somehow that that would make it hurt less. It didn't. She felt another line of fire, this time just at the really sensitive bit at the top of her thighs. She suddenly realised she wasn't going to be able to wear those cutaway denim shorts for a few days. People would ask questions and there was no way she could answer. SWISH another stroke. She shuddered and started crying again. She didn't know if she could take this, but the thought that he might make her take extra if she tried to stop him made her stay there and take it. After all she thought, I'm only here because I wanted to be spanked and its my fault if I'm finding it actually hurts. I wanted it to hurt. SWISH, SWISH two strokes in quick succession. She could feel her tears dripping onto the floor.

'Half way' he said. 'No on second thoughts you've almost had enough. The typical English punishment is six of the best, so I'll just give you one more - but this one is really going to hurt'

SWWWISSSH. The cane cut into her upper thigh again and this time she yelled 'SHHIITT' It must have been in exactly the same place as the second stroke. She was crying bitterly. He walked across to her and straightened her up and cuddled her gently.

'Well done' he said. It was pretty good to take all that. You should be proud.'

Her bottom was throbbing. he caressed her her breasts flattened against his chest. He gave her a kiss.

'I'm going to get some ice and some lotion' he said, walking across to the dressing table. She turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror A red and purple patched bottom with four bright red weals across it and one double width weal at the top of her thighs. She was still crying, but somehow it felt good to have gone through with it despite the pain.

She lay down on the bed as he rubbed ice and then lotion into her flaming bottom. She moved her legs really wide apart and sure enough his fingers found their way to her clitoris. He massaged it gently until she had another really intense orgasm.

He lay down beside her and turned her towards him and began kissing her breasts again. She felt for his penis and realised he'd put a condom on. She drew him to her and let him enter her gently. She came really quickly again. He continued to move inside her building her up to yet another orgasm. How many have I had she thought - she'd lost count at ten and that seemed a day away. She smiled to herself at the thought. She looked at him and saw that he was grimacing as though he was in agony and she realise he was coming too this time - a just reward she thought as another explosive orgasm wracked her body and she could feel him juddering with pleasure as he came as well.

They kissed and cuddled for several more minutes as his erection went down. She took his condom off and marvelled at the male anatomy - and how rapidly it could go from being hard and erect to soft and smaller. She massaged him as he smiled. He kissed her and pulled her over to one side, pulled back the bedcovers and they rolled into the bed, her bottom warm and glowing and still really painful in places. They went to sleep in one another's arms. She wondered if he was going to spank her again when they woke up. If this was what all spankings were like, she thought, I'm probably not going to be able to sit down painlessly ever again!

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This is probably my favourite of the stories I have written to date. �Since I wrote it (as a fantasy) I have had an experience which came very close to that described - very enjoyable!

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