Yvonne and I were relaxing in bed after another great spanking and sex session.
As we lay entwined in each other’s arms Yvonne said, “Don darling, tell me a story.”
“What sort of story?” I replied innocently, knowing full well what the subject matter would be.
“Tell me about your first spanking experience. Where did it happen? How did it come to happen? What was she like? Come on I want to know all the dirty details.”
As Yvonne asked her questions a smile came to my face as the memories came flooding back.
“Judging by the smile on your dial it must have been a happy experience,” Yvonne was like a dog with a bone and she wasn’t going to let go. “Tell me what happened honey, and take your time.”
“OK, it was 1972 and I was on a four month holiday in England and Europe. I had to make a couple of business calls for my father in Sheffield, a dirty industrial city in the north of England. So I hired a car and headed off, intending to see some of the countryside after making the obligatory business calls. I couldn’t wait to get out of Sheffield and I was soon travelling through Yorkshire to an overnight stop in the beautiful Lakes District. Great scenery and nice people. Next morning I headed north to Scotland, skirted around Glasgow and drove along the side of Loch Ness."
Yvonne interrupted, “Did you see the Loch Ness Monster?”
“No, no monsters that I could see, I think it’s probably a myth. Anyway after passing through the village of St. Andrews, the home of golf, I was on the road to Edinburgh, it was near dusk and I was looking for somewhere to stay. I saw a sign pointing down a side road that read ‘Dinner, bed & breakfast – Heather Cottage – 2 miles’. That sounded OK to me so I drove down the narrow road until I saw the cottage. It looked lovely, freshly painted and pretty gardens. I went to the front door and knocked. It was soon opened by a very attractive lady who welcomed me with a smile. I guessed that she was in her thirties, a nice trim figure, and lovely face with brown hair.
“Good evening, would you have a room available for the night?” I asked.
“You’re Australian aren’t you?” she said in a broad Scots accent.
“Don’t tell, let me guess,” I said, “You’re a Scot.”
We both laughed and she invited me inside, “Yes, I have a vacancy, my name is Heather, are you travelling alone?”
“Yes I am alone,” I replied, “And my name is Donald, nice to meet you Heather. Is anyone else staying here tonight?”
“Donald, now there’s a lovely Scots name. To answer your question, nobody else is staying tonight, just you and me at the moment,” Heather said as she showed me my room. It looked very comfortable and I knew I would sleep well tonight. “Would you like dinner tonight Donald? I have a steak and kidney pie in the oven.”
“That sounds lovely Heather, I’m a bit hungry after driving all day.” I said. “I’ll just go out to the car and get my suitcase and clean up a bit before dinner.”
After freshening up I found Heather in the kitchen dishing up the dinner. We ate at the kitchen table and Heather was very good company. She told me funny stories of some of the people who had stayed there and I told her about life in Australia. Heather told me that she was happily divorced, her ex husband was in the navy, as she dished up apple pie for dessert.
Yvonne interrupted again, “I guess you were wondering at this stage if you could Heather into your bed that night.”
“You do have a one track mind don’t you lover? I said with a laugh, “And yes, you’re right, that thought had occurred to me! Anyway back to the story”
Heather and I finished the meal and she asked me to go into the living room while she washed the dishes and she would join me shortly for coffee. I sat on the couch in the living room and picked up about half a dozen magazines from the table. They were travel magazines about Scotland and I flicked quickly through them. To my surprise the last magazine was called Janus and it was about spanking. I was amazed as I looked at the photos of ladies being spanked by men; I had never seen Janus before. As I was reading Heather came into the room with the coffee.
She blushed bright red as I said, “Look at this magazine Heather, I’ve never seen anything like this before, is it yours?”
“Oh my, I’m sorry Donald, I didn’t know I had left it out. I hope it hasn’t embarrassed you.” Heather looked bit flustered but soon regained her composure. “Scotland is the home of corporal punishment Donald, it is still practiced in schools and in the home.”
“Don’t worry Heather,” I replied, “I’m pretty broad minded and not at all embarrassed.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Heather’s next question took me by surprise. ‘Have you ever spanked anyone Donald? Or have you ever been spanked?”
“I got a few whacks on the bottom from my parents when I was young, and the strap at school a few times, but I’ve never been spanked like in the magazine.”
“Why did you get the strap at school Donald?” Heather questioned.
I laughed, “To be honest Heather it was because me and some of my mates were farting in class!”
Heather burst out laughing, “That’s one thing I’ve never been spanked for.” Then she looked serious and asked, “Have you ever thought about spanking a lady Donald?”
“I admit that I once fantasized about punishing a lady teacher at high school.” I replied. ‘She wrongly humiliated me in front of the class one day and later privately apologized. That night in bed all my thoughts were about punishing her for making a fool of me, but of course it never happened except in my head.”
“Hmmmmmm”, Heather said thoughtfully and after a pause took me by surprise again, “Would you like to spank me Donald?”
