Chapter 1 : Leanne's first taste of CP
Dear Reader(s) :
This will be a 5-Chapters-story, which is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, a lovely Lady from the UK who used one of her fantasies to develop this story.
Dearest 'T....', you know about my love for you, and how much I adore you - to my consternation you decided that a woman's life - including 'those feelings' - had to end with menopause, though this certainly has never been Mother Nature's will. I miss you so much, my sweet darling, and I'll never stop grieving for you ... if you'll ever need me by your side I'll be with you instantly.
Thank you all, and enjoy!
69junkie
This was almost as nerve-racking as a first date, even though Leanne and Brad had been married for almost 4 years and been together for 2 years before that. As is the case with most couples, taken as part of the day-to-day business of just being, the joy of sex had diminished over the years, although Leanne was still a very shapely and attractive young woman and Brad was reasonably good-looking, in a rugged kind of way that didn't show his sensitive nature, and had kept in good shape, not drinking too much and taking regular exercises. While they were aware that their relationship was a bit stale and in need of a boost, they were both faithful to each other and always had been; this, and their professional standing in the small community they lived in excluded any idea of 'swinging' and only left them to explore their ideas together.
Tonight was to be the fruition of a lengthy period of honesty, sharing and adjustment on both their parts as to what they wanted and - tonight, all their talking, all their surfing the internet for just the right pages, all their hidden uncertainties and hang-ups explored, had come to this - tonight they would actually make real their shared fantasy.
Watching videos of spanking and caning on some of the websites they had visited had had a remarkable and arousing effect on Leanne, making her feel quite damp between her legs and causing her nipples to harden in her bra - and she was acutely aware that she was blushing like - what was that silly expression - yes, like a farm-girl at her first dance! Brad too had been very aroused by many of the uninhibited sites they had discovered, and especially the idea of being trained and caned by a leather-clad Domme, although he knew that some dreams just never come true, no matter how hard you wish!
Dinner had been light but the atmosphere brittle; awkwardness that had been absent for years had resurfaced and an expectant mood hovered as if it was a physical presence. By agreement, they had decided not to drink until later, when the debriefing and make-up phase of this night would be entered, so they tidied away the dinner things and prepared for what was to come.
"We don't have to do this tonight, love - or at all if you don't feel..."
"I do feel, darling, I do. If we don't do this tonight, the opportunity may never come again and we will both be too embarrassed to bring it into the open again. If it doesn't work, we'll know soon enough, but we have to go ahead and try it - you said we always regret the things we don't do, so let's. All we need to know is who will be spanked first - we have talked this out so many times, we just can't stop now, not knowing." With that Leanne walked over to the sideboard, opened a drawer and took out a pack of cards, gave them to Brad and told him to shuffle them, which he did. She cut the cards, drawing the 4 of Clubs. Brad smiled a knowing smile and cut the cards himself - 4 of Diamonds! Cutting again, Leanne exposed the Jack of Hearts; Brad drew the King of Spades!
"Well, it looks as if our choice has been made for us," she said, "I will be 'bottom' for this evening; you, my love, will be my 'top' - now, doesn't that make you feel good - and even a bit hard?" she asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Y-yes, my love. F-fine."
She led the way to the foot of the stairs, kissed her husband lightly and went to the bedroom to get ready while Brad fetched the cane he had bought especially for tonight. In reality, it wasn't a cane, because he had been too embarrassed to buy one, even from one of the mail-order kinky shops they had explored online together, so he had bought a length of 3' dowel and cut a 2"4' piece, rounding the cut ends carefully with fine sandpaper to ensure their smoothness; although this was going to hurt, he saw no point in making it worse than it needed to be.
He tapped on the bedroom door, wondering quite why as he did so, and entered to see his pretty wife in a pretty pink blouse and a blue cotton skirt, shyly waiting for him. Still feeling on very shaky ground he asked her, his mouth dry and his voice catching in his throat, to take off her skirt and to lie across his lap for her spanking. She let the skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it neatly.
"Y-you're wearing stockings and suspenders!" Brad stammered out, his grey-green eyes almost popping from their sockets.
"Yes, my love - they make me feel so sexy and wanton - and I can already see what they're doing for you!" Replied Leanne, her beautiful hazel eyes firmly fixed on the bulge in Brad's trousers.
"Come here, you little minx!" He laughed, pulling her soft warm body onto his lap, his erection causing him delicious problems in controlling both it and this lovely young woman.
'Smack!' The first spank on her tightly-knickered bottom was feeble, a disappointment to both of them after all the talking and imaginings, but he soon warmed to the highly enjoyable task and Leanne was quickly squealing and squirming under the rain of smacks to her bottom, her nylon-clad legs kicking wildly as the spanks came heavier and heavier. He paused for a few moments, and tugged down her skimpy white knickers to just below the tops of her stockings to expose her now reddened buttocks as well as her beautiful, glistening twat in the center, freeing a cloud of her intoxicating scent that made his nostrils flare, and he continued to spank away at the delightful target as she writhed and cried under the onslaught on her defenceless bum.
Brad stopped and lovingly stroked his wife's bottom as he shushed her and told her not to cry, and that if she had had enough, that was fine.
Leanne shook her head no, causing her dark brown mane to to whirl around, "We're going to finish this, Brad, as we have planned; we can hold a post mortem later if we must. Now get on with it or you are going to make me cross - and take me off the boil!" she said, big wide eyed, her voice rough and husky from the spanking and the sexual tension she was experiencing.
She stood up, took off her blouse and her pretty white bra, showing her beautiful, shapely breasts with the pertly erect pink nipples, and went to the corner they had agreed she would stand in between the two stages of her spanking. She looked glorious, her lovely, firm bottom on show, and the hip-band and straps of her suspender belt a startling white contrast to her tan nylons and her burning, dark pink buttocks.
