Our story begins with a not so young lady by the name of Sarah. She'll be 42 on her next birthday, and still single, or as she refers to it "safely single".
No need for a man in her life fulltime to complicate matters, when she's hungry she reaches for an ever willing body to take care of the particular craving she's feeling at the moment and after mutual pleasures are satisfied, she sends them on their merry way. It is a practice that has worked well for her and she's in no particular hurry to change matters.
Sarah owns a boutique where she sells erotic lingerie and sundry items for sensual pleasuring. Business is booming in this small town, as one of her featured services is to host discreet gatherings for the more faint-hearted ladies who are either too busy or too shy to visit her store.
She's built up a healthy clientele and enjoys the "Hen Parties" she's asked to host several times per month. It's quite a hoot standing in front of the gathered ladies, showing them the beautifully made, skimpy lacy folderol's, the silky gowns in beautiful shades and lengths.
When the time comes to bring out the ammunition, so to speak, an audible gasp is heard as she shows her wares, the ladies ask her many questions and intrepid saleslady that she is, truthfully advises them on the most satisfying ones that are available.
"Of course, it's what you prefer, I have something here for everyone."
Questions bombard her from left and right and the evening takes on a rather raunchy tone. By the end of it, the ladies are most excited to return home to either try their purchases on or in, alone or with their mates. Sarah is very well liked in the community by the ladies, both for her ready smile, trustworthy advice and no-nonsense approach to questions of a sexual matter.
As she drives home, she recalls a young woman who had approached her to speak privately to her, while all the other ladies were busy.
"Do you have in your myriad bag of tricks, such a thing as a paddle?"
"A paddle? Um...no I don't have one with me but I can probably get you one without too much trouble. I'll just contact my supplier and see what she can do for me."
She was rewarded with a huge smile from the young woman. "Oh thank you, I want to give it to my husband as a gift for his birthday. "
Sarah's brows shot up. "ahhh"
All the way home she's been imagining herself in that position, over someone's knee with her skirt hiked up, having her cheeks smacked first by a strong uncompromising hand and then with a paddle.
She's not too sure she would be able to put up with such punishment, no matter what crime she had been perceived to have committed. There just wasn't anybody in her life she would trust to wield that power over her.
But the thoughts running through her head were having an effect. She felt excitement, a tingling in her nether regions, picturing herself in that position.
"Oh my goodness," she thought to herself. "I think it's time for a wee tumble. I need to clear some of these silly notions from my head."
She arrived at her apartment building, driving a little faster than she should have. By the time she noticed the car ahead of her it was too late. She did slam on her breaks and turned her wheel to try to avoid hitting the back of the huge black SUV, but the gods were not smiling down on Miss Sarah this evening and she heard a grinding, crunching noise.
She automatically closed her eyes upon impact and waited for the awful sounds to subside. When everything seemed to be at a standstill she slowly opened one eye, to stare into the glowering face of a man standing near her driver's door. He yanked the door open and unceremoniously helped her out of her vehicle.
"Just what the hell do you think you were doing coming at me out of the blue like that, don't you have any sense at all in that poor excuse of a head of yours?" he hollered at her.
"Oh Jim, do shut up. I didn't do this on purpose and please stop making a scene. My insurance will cover the damages. Dammit, let go of my arm."
He didn't let go of her arm, instead he looked at her more closely and asked grudgingly, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, how about you? I don't think the impact was all that severe, you've got a busted tail light but my fender looks like it took the major damage. Awww jeez and I just got it back from the shop last week."
He told her he'd call on her later for the insurance specifics and she agreed.
Gathering her purse and keys, she made her way to her apartment. Just what she needed, another incident to make her insurance rates go up. Then she had a thought, maybe she'd ask Jim to just get his truck fixed and she'd take care of the bill personally and get her own car done at the same time. It would dip into her savings considerably but it would probably be less costly insurance wise for the next few years.
She was just getting herself a glass of wine when there was a knock at her door, she went to open it and there stood a still scowling Jim, looking down at her. She invited him in and offered him a beer which he accepted and put forth to him the plan she had about avoiding higher insurance rates.
Jim was agreeable and they shook hands on their deal. He was a nice man she thought. She'd known him for several years and had always liked him, though they hardly ever ran into each other, his job kept him traveling a fair amount.
They talked for a while and when Jim saw her try to hide a yawn he got up and said it was time for him to go. She apologized, saying it had been a long day but that he should call her to let her know how much the repairs to his truck would be and she'd take care of it.
The next few days were busy ones for Miss Sarah, she was seriously considering hiring someone to help out in her shop, it was getting very busy and what with the added toy parties she wasn't getting much time off.
She'd just received a shipment from her supplier and was busily checking things out, when she came upon several wooden paddles. Ah yes, she'd completely forgotten about those. Also in the box were several pairs of handcuffs, blindfolds, large feather looking dusters that she imagined weren't really used for dusting.
She was having a good chuckle as she spied the items her supplier had included when her reverie was disrupted by the phone ringing. It was Jim and he'd had his truck repaired and would drop the bill off to her that evening if that was okay.
She answered yes of course and burst out laughing when her hands lifted out a very sexy leather bustier. Jim asked her what was so funny and she told him about the shipment she'd just received and the surprising array that had come in it. He asked her if she could bring some with her that evening, he had a special lady in mind that he wanted to give a little gift to. She agreed and said she would see him later.
Sarah had showered and changed into her night shirt when the buzzer sounded.
"Who is it," she asked testily. "Me, Jim," was the answer.
As he entered she brushed by him saying "Grab yourself a beer while I go change. "Sorry Sarah, you should have said so. I don't have much time, got to catch a flight in a couple of hours, just came by to drop the bill off".
She nodded to him and turned to go to her room. He helped himself to a beer from her fridge and went to sit in her living room. There he spotted a box, which he assumed held the samples she'd brought for him to check out. He put his beer on the table, sat down with the box and proceeded to take out all of the items one by one, smiling to himself slyly.
Sarah found him sitting with a paddle in his hand and a far away look on his face. "Don't tell me you're going to give that to your special lady?" she asked. He turned to look at her and one brow rose. "You know the other night when you rammed into me, it was a good thing I didn't have one of these".
Sarah felt a tingle course through her body, she had never thought she'd ever find the idea of being spanked appealing.
"Well Jim, if I thought you'd overlook that repair bill I might let you use that on me instead".
Jim looked her squarely in the eyes and said, "You've got yourself a deal little lady."
Sarah was flabbergasted. She'd been joking when she made that comment, but she could see that Jim was very serious indeed. He stood up and she backed away, sputtering, "But, but Jim, I'm only kidding, I didn't really mean that, I've never been spanked and I don't think I'd like that very much"
Jim smiled at her, "well it's your choice Sarah, a few spankings compared to a $1200 repair bill".
Sarah gulped, "$1200. You can't be serious, it was just the tail light, let me see that bill."
Jim fished it from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. Sure enough that was the amount. It seemed there was more damaged than the taillight.
"Oh great," she thought to herself. "Mine is damaged worse than this, how much is that going to cost?"
"What do you mean a few spankings?" she finally caught on to what he had said.
"I mean $1200 worth of spankings Sarah. If you are agreeable, we'll discuss just how many, how often, where and when."
She kept thinking how much money her foolishness would cost her and weighed that against the spankings.
"Okay Jim, let's talk about this, have you ever done this sort of thing before?"
"Uh huh. I was in a long relationship with a lady that would need the odd spanking now and then just to keep her in line. We both enjoyed the benefits tremendously," he smiled at her. "Want to give it a try, to see if this will be your preferred method of payment?"
"But how Jim, how do we do this?"
"Well first I'll let you select the implement for your punishment or you can choose my hand if you think you'd prefer that, but I must tell you, you will be over my knee, your skirt lifted and your panties down. That's just how I do these things."
