As I swiveled my office chair, the movement caused my butt to move and I could feel it. My skin wasn't raw but even a mild touch brought a noticeable discomfort. The muscles below had that pleasant ache like a good workout. There was still a tinge of the nice warmth, almost a glow, that I had experienced last night over the whole area.
The best spanking is one that you can still feel the next day.
I'm pretty sure that my sexual development was mostly normal. I was a slow starter and during the first couple of years after giving up my virginity, my activities were limited to missionary position and me going down on the guy.
I loosened up in college where I had a couple of serious relationships. I also had several hooks-ups, including a couple that I wasn't proud of and would rather forget. I found out what the receiving end of oral sex felt like and became an addict. I tried anal sex and decided that once was more than enough to satisfy my curiosity. One night, drunk, I had a heavy make-out session with another girl and afterwards decided that, even though I liked her softness of her breasts, I would stick with boys.
I wasn't spanked until six years after college--two years ago.
Rob, my boyfriend didn't exactly panic me when, as we lay on his bed making out, he gave me a tentative swat on my butt. We had come back from dinner and soon headed to the bedroom. I lay there topless and he was running his hands over my back, my breasts, my butt, and the back of my thighs. I could feel my nipples poking against him and I knew that I was getting wet. Rob was a really good lover and I was sure that it wouldn't be long until his tongue was massaging my clit.
Then he swatted my butt.
I wasn't shocked and I wasn't offended but I was surprised. He hadn't said anything about wanting to spank me and I hadn't asked him to. I had a friend in college who described her boyfriend spanking her during sex and how she loved it when he did. So, I knew that sexual spanking was a thing but hadn't given any thought to doing it any more than I had thought about a list of other things I had heard described during late night conversations with my roommates and friends.
Rob didn't pull me over his lap and spank me. In fact, other than that one swat, our lovemaking that night didn't vary from our normal satisfying but tame practices. Soon, we were both naked and he was lying between my thighs. His tongue brought me to my first orgasm of the night and any thought of that swat escaped my mind as I concentrated on the pleasure that his tongue was bringing me. Orgasm number two came as I lay across him in the sixty-nine position, me edging him as he continued to lick me. Number three followed as I straddled him in cowgirl, my second favorite position. That was when, after entering me, he finally got his own well-deserved climax.
It was later on that I remembered that he had swatted me. I lay snuggled against his left side, feeling the afterglow of having been well fucked. His right arm held me close, caressing me. It slid from my breast to my side and then to my hip when I remembered.
"What was that with spanking me?" I asked him. I wasn't complaining and wasn't even challenging him. I was just curious about where it had come from.
"Did you like it?" he asked?
"I didn't either like it or dislike it" I told him after a pause to think about it. "To be honest, I hardly felt it over my pants."
