When Arnold first saw the ad, a small display in the back pages of City magazine, he couldn't believe his eyes. A middle-aged man, with his pants pulled down to his ankles, was stretched across the lap of a buxom young woman. She was in the act of delivering an apparently sound slap to his buttocks, which were discretely covered by his underwear. Both the man and the woman were smiling excitedly. The ad read:
VINA'S SALON OF SPANKING
Come to Vina's to relive an experience of youth. Discover the relaxation and benefits of adult spanking in the lap of one of our skilled, attractive consultants. Feeling tense, worried or guilty? Want to stop smoking or break a personal habit? A wide range of corrective treatments is available. Whatever your needs, Vina's can take care of you. Fully licensed and state approved; complete discretion assured.
At first Arnold could not imagine why a man would voluntarily seek out such a bizarre, embarrassing, and undoubted painful experience. And yet, the ad seemed to wake some deep, unrecognized feeling within him. He found himself thinking about it in unguarded moments, first wondering, then dreaming what would it be like to lower his trousers in front of a young woman, lie slowly across her lap, and wait for the first slap on his upturned backside. The thoughts invaded his masturbatory reveries, and Arnold began ejaculating often over the image.
At last the dark curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sought out the address in the ad. To his surprise, it was located in an elegant shopping center in a fashionable part of the city. The sign "Vina's Salon of Spanking" fit tastefully alongside shops offering hair-styling and other personal services to the elite of the city. As he watched, from time to time an impeccably-dressed masculine customer would exit a hair stylist and enter the spanking salon, presumably to receive services at his other end.
Plucking up his nerve, he entered and was greeted by an attractive middle-aged woman seated behind a desk. She spoke to him in a slight European accent. "Hello, I am Vina. May I help you?"
Arnold stammered in embarrassment. "I... I saw your ad, and I'm here...uh..."
"For a spanking? Certainly, sir," she smiled pleasantly, "and may I welcome you to Vina's. We offer complete corrective services to the discriminating gentleman. One of our spanking consultants will be pleased to design a program to meet your individual spanking needs. We guarantee total discretion and complete satisfaction. Now, what sort of spanking are you needing?"
"I... don't really know."
"Ah, this is your first experience with corrective treatments, I take it? Was there some behavior or habit you wish to work on?"
"What ... what do you mean?"
"Well sir, while many of our customers come to us solely for the relaxation and release of tension that adult spanking provides, others seek help with changing undesirable behavior. For example, do you smoke, Arnold? Or drink alcohol immoderately? Or do you practice habits of a ... a private nature?" The last question was asked with a significant arch of her eyebrow. Arnold reddened, thinking of his frequent recourse to manual gratification.
"Uh, no, I don't."
"Then I recommend beginning with a recreational spanking. Your consultant will turn you over her lap and administer a mild, slow paddling to your buttocks, which can be covered or nude, as you wish. This is a great favorite with most of our gentlemen, and excellent for the beginner. And during the course of the treatment, if you do recall any bad habits, feel free to bring them to the attention of your spanking consultant; she will be glad to help you deal with them."
Arnold agreed, "That ... that sounds fine." He handed her his credit card, and she completed the transaction.
"Now sir, there's just one thing I must make clear to all gentlemen on a first visit. We are a legitimate licensed spanking salon, which under the law is considered a specialized form of massage. Spanking is the only service we offer, and we do not condone or permit any sexual contact between our staff and our customers."
"Oh, no Ma'am! I... I didn't think that... never intended..."
"Of course you didn't, sir. I only mention it because in the past there have been misunderstandings." She smiled mysteriously and continued, "But of course we do understand the personal emotional dimensions of an adult spanking. If necessary, your spanking consultant will (within her guidelines) help you to address any personal needs which might arise." Arnold could only guess what Vina was referring to, but her tone of voice was very intimate and exciting.
"Now, if you'll just step into your private parlor, you may shower and freshen up and change into your spanking gown. Your consultant today is Vivian, and she will be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your spanking, sir."
Arnold entered a small sitting room, which was adjoined by a bathroom. He undressed and rinsed off quickly. A sign on the wall instructed him to don a garment fashioned like a long night shirt, which covered him from neck almost to his knees. Slits in the sides allowed the rear to be raised to expose his buttocks. Following the instructions, he remained naked beneath and felt his dangling penis rubbing against the soft cotton.
He glanced around the parlor and saw a collection of birch rods, stout canes, leather-thong whips-- instruments of distinctly ominous nature. He hoped that he was not in for more than he had bargained for. As he mused about the experience to follow, his member stirred and began tenting out the light front of his shirt. Anxious that he should not be discovered in this aroused state, he tried to push his penis back in place with his hand.
Just then the door opened, and Vivian entered. She was a young woman of about twenty, several years younger than Arnold, dressed in a yellow pullover and red mini-skirt. Her legs were bare of stockings, and her feet were in sandals. Arnold's eyes instantly focused on her magnificently endowed bosom, which stretched the pullover seemingly to the breaking point. She was obviously bra-less, and buttons of prominent nipples showed through the thin fabric. He thrilled at the prospect of receiving a spanking from this very voluptuous girl, and her youth added an extra piquancy to the situation.
She greeted him cheerfully, "Hello, Arnold, my name is Vivian, and I'll be spanking you today." She glanced down at the efforts of his hand on his conspicuous tumescence and chuckled, "Oh ho! What have we been up to? Getting in the mood?"
Arnold blushed crimson in painful embarrassment. "I... I... Oh, I'm sorry..."
Vivian grinned. "That's OK, Arnold, I like my customers to be enthusiastic." She put her hands on her hips and leaned casually against the door, inspecting the young man closely, especially the insolent erection still billowing the spanking gown. "Well, what's it to be? Vina said we should give you a recreational spanking, right?"
"Y... yes, Vivian. I've never been... spanked before. I hope you won't be too harsh..." His eyes motioned to the canes and whips.
"Oh, don't worry. Those are only for our advanced customers. I'll just use my bare hand on you today, just a nice gentle spanking on your backside. Hardly more than a friendly pat. Did you want to stay covered, or do you want me to give you a bare-bottom spanking?"
"B...Bare, please." He felt a thrill at the prospect which made his knees weak.
"Oh, good. I think they're the most fun, but some gentlemen are very shy on their first spanking. Did you want me to take my top off?"
Arnold stammered in surprise, "Would... would you?"
"I find it more comfortable that way, but it's up to the customer." She winked, "The way you were looking at them, I figured you wouldn't mind!" Without hesitation she stripped off the pullover, leaving herself nude from the waist up. Her enormous breasts hung heavily down her chest, making Arnold dizzy with excitement.
She walked over to a low, arm-less chair. Before sitting, she picked up a folded latex rubber sheet from a nearby table and spread it over the chair bottom. Seating herself on top of the rubber sheet, she patted her lap in gesture to Arnold.
"Uh, Vivian, what's that sheet for?"
She grinned mischievously at him. "It's there, just in case. You'll see later."
She motioned for Arnold to come over to her and lay him across her lap. His stiff erection folded painfully beneath him, and he shifted uncomfortably. She shook her head, "Now that's not going to work, is it?" She hiked up both her mini-skirt and the front of his gown and, without touching his private parts, she guided his hips so that his penis slipped between her bare thighs. She squeezed her legs together and Arnold gasped with pleasure.
"Well it has to go somewhere, doesn't it? Just lie still, and relax, now. I'm going to bare your bottom."
She slowly slid the rear of the gown up above his waist. Arnold felt the cool air on his buttocks as she uncovered them and, looking up, realized that a mirror on the wall gave him full view of the proceedings. He saw a slender, almost effeminate man, stretched over the lap of a buxom, sexy girl, several years his junior. Her heavy nude breasts grazed against his back, and his tender bare buttocks offered themselves submissively to her whim.
She lay her hand on his backside, covering its nakedness with her palm. The comforting touch of her hand and the snug, caressing pressure of her thighs on his member filled him with a rapturous warmth. She enhanced the intimate mood by saying, "Now Arnold, I know this is your first time, but don't be nervous or shy. We're going to take this very slowly. There'll be lots of time to talk and get to know each other real good. The first few swats will be real easy."
She began slapping his buttocks lightly, hardly more than gentle pats. Arnold felt no pain, only a tingling excitement as his nether cheeks blushed pink with the contact. He arched his back and thrust up his buttocks to meet her palm. "Feel good, Arnold?"
"Ooh... yes... it makes me feel... tingles..."
"I like give my gentlemen a nice bottom-patting on the first session. It's a good ice breaker. Now why don't you tell me about yourself. What brings you to us for a spanking?"
"Well, I don't know, I've never been spanked, and I just wondered what it would feel like, I guess..."
"I see. I bet you'll learn to like it. Most of my customers are shy at first, but pretty soon they can't wait to drop their britches -- especially after they learn what the rubber sheet is for."
Arnold asked again its purpose, but she teasingly ignored his question.
"Are you ready for some hard swats now, Arnold?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know... maybe..."
"We'll just try one, to see how it feels. This is only your first spanking." She took a deep breath and, drawing her hand high in the air, delivered a resounding slap to Arnold's buttocks.
"OUCH!" he cried, surprised at the sudden rush of pain.
She chuckled, and resumed the gentle patting. "Wake you up, did it? That's what little boys get, when they're naughty. Did you like that one?"
