It was a long flight from Florida to Colorado with one long layover. I was not looking forward to making the trip, but traveling was a necessary part of my job. You would think I would be used to it by now. I was settling into the seat, hooking the seat belt, adjusting headphones for the in flight music when I heard him: “Excuse me, but I think you are in my seat.” I must have looked surprised so he produced his ticket. Sure enough I was sitting in the wrong seat. I should have been one over. “Oh, I am so sorry,” I apologized, unhooking the belt and pulling out the headphone cord. I moved as graciously as one can in the cramped airplane seats to the seat one over. “No problem,” he said and sat down, his turn to adjust himself to the cramped seating. “My name is Michael."
"Diane. It’s very nice to meet you. How far are you going on this trip?"
"Just to Atlanta,” he replied. Oh well, I thought, at least I’ll have a couple of hours with some one to talk to and no crying, shrieking kids in sight. Might not be a bad flight after all.
Michael was a pretty quite person, reading his paper. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Not bad looking at all. A big guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Could be about my age, if I ever admitted to that. I sighed and settled back in the seat, my thoughts turning to my current lover. I squirmed at the thought of our last night together and with good reason. He had administered one butt blistering spanking to me. “I know I won’t see you for two weeks,” he said.
“I want to give you something to remind you of me.” And he did. We had gone out to dinner but neither of us was hungry for food. His hand spent most of dinner between my legs, pushing my panties out of the way so his fingers could explore my most secret area. His touch always made me so wet, something that embarrassed me, but only fed his excitement. He pulled his wet fingers from my very wet area and put one in his mouth, to as he put it, give his tongue a taste of what was to come. “After,” he said, “I take you over my knee and give you something to remember me by.”
Dan and I had been together for over two years and by now spanking had become a big part of our relationship. I never knew he was interested in it until one day shortly into our relationship I had been pouting over some little thing. He had told me to straighten up and behave and I retorted with those famous words: “Oh yeah. What are you going to do? Spank me?”
He looked me straight in my eyes and told me, “I think I will. You are behaving badly and need to be disciplined soundly for it.” I was too amazed to do anything and the next thing I knew I was over his knee, ass in the air, getting smacked. He only smacked a few times and stopped. I was getting ready to stand up and really let him have it when he pulled my skirt up exposing my behind covered only by a thong. He then resumed administering the spanking on my pretty much-bared ass. I was starting to wiggle and squirm as it was beginning to hurt but he just increased the smacks till they were quite painful and my ass was on fire. I had never been over anyone’s knee in my life and was taken back by this action. He stopped and left me laying over his knees rubbing my flaming ass.