It was a scorching hot Saturday afternoon in July 1978. Southern England. A small seaside town.
She was nineteen, I was twenty, and I had just led her to the top bedroom of my grandmother's house - a Georgian four bed-room town house in need of some renovation - where I lived with my mother.
Nobody else was in. And nobody else needed to know what was about to happen either.
Claudia was half-Italian but wholly pretty with large dark brown eyes, doll like features and full curly raven hair that cascaded to the mid-point of her back -- she had the looks of an actress and could have been a professional dancer (her moves were something to watch) but she was working class and poorly educated with little or no career ambition. I didn't see her as a life partner or the mother of my future children -- I'd entertained conventional middle-class aspirations at that point in my life.
We'd got together after her brother (a hairdresser and occasional clothes model), a mate of a mate, told me she'd fancied me. Soon after I'd deflowered her roughly up against a tree on the edge of a recreation ground late one evening.
And then, a few weeks later, she had confessed to me that she had desired to be spanked extremely hard by me with a wooden paddle -- the thought of it aroused and excited her. Made her wet. Yet she was also scared of it too.
Of course, I couldn't believe my luck when she had admitted her dirty little secret as she coined it -- I was a secret sadomasochist myself. After she told me that I would sometimes slap her bare bottom mildly when we fucked but we were both wary of people hearing us and finding out. Also, she craved it really hard too. A few weeks later I found out that my mother and grandmother would be out for the day -- bingo!
Back in the bedroom I had ordered her to strip naked in front of me which she had swiftly gone about chucking her sleeveless top, bra, jeans, knickers, and sandals onto an armchair in the corner of the room.
Her nude body was a delight: she was slim, yet toned, with good sized tits and was deeply tanned apart from the intimate areas covered by a bikini. The mound of left breast was also home to a rather beguiling mole which quite intrigued me. She was below average height, and her cunt was dark, and I suspect rather damp.
I then said to her: "I'd like you to move in front of the bed, turn around and bend over, please, Claudia."
She said nothing, just merely obeyed -- we were about to find out, very painfully for her, whether reality lived up to her fantasy.
With the top half of her naked body on the bed I had picked up the old table tennis bat (the nearest I could get to a wooden paddle) from the bedside table and weighed it in my right hand for a moment or two. As I studied her nude form, I thought I detected a slight quivering in the backs of her firm thighs. I then pulled my arm back as far as I could, at which point she surprised me by momentarily turned her pretty head back towards me with a forlorn expression on her face. Our gazes locked meaningful for a second before she turned away. As she did, I then brought the wooden bat full force onto her left buttock with the sound of the impact briefly reverberating off the walls of the bedroom.
She had straightened up immediately, called me a sod, briefly rubbed her reddening buttock before clambering submissively onto the mattress, rolling onto her back and assuming a spread-eagle position.
I had immediately thrown off my clothes and feverishly mounted her.
Her cunt had been musky, drenched, and soft. Within seconds of penetrating her I had thrust strongly and roughly, climaxing intensely in less than a minute, whilst all the time replaying in my mind the vision of impact...
She had cried out, but I hadn't known, nor had I cared, whether it was through pain or ecstasy.
