For as long as I can remember I've been a closet spanking fetishist. I don't mind spanking a nice bubble butt however what truly arouses me is getting my own muscular backside spanked. But to me just getting a play spanking or a sexy spanking isn't enough. The spanking has to be real. I want someone who actually wants to give me a real spanking and doesn't know that I would be secretly enjoying it. As a teenager I was always envisioning scenarios where this could happen. Now as an adult I've actually made this fantasy a reality a few times throughout my life. This is the true story of the first time.
When I was in my early 20s I dated a brunette named Marisa. She was statuesque, pretty and had a sweet personality. She had wide hips, a big bottom and thick strong arms. We had that rare gym-rat romance, six days a week, sweating together at the gym. Everything seems perfect on the surface but you don't just date a woman you date her entire family at least you do in the Midwest town where I grew up. I would get invited over to her parent's house at least a couple times per month. Back then in my youth and immaturity I exhausted every excuse in the book to avoid having to go over there and make tedious conversation with her parents for several hours. Looking back I should have just went since every other aspect of the relationship was excellent. But admittedly I can be stubborn at times.
In terms of spanking I never revealed to her that it was proclivity of mine. I was embarrassed to show her my submissive side at all. As far as she knew I was this confident clean cut musclebound man.
She was Greek so her family celebrated Easter on a different day than Catholics such as myself. I thought that one Easter was enough so the night before I texted her one of my classic excuses and she just responded "Its ok". Even though it was a text I could tell that it was in fact not ok. Call it my Spider-Sense.
When the day came I didn't hear much from her which was fine since I figured she was spending quality time with her family. At 8pm she called me and said she was coming over. I was partly worried from her text but ultimately excited because when she came over at this time it meant we were going to get busy.
I heard a knock on the door and swung it open it was her of course. She was pissed more pissed than I had ever seen her. I immediately recognized I needed to start being apologetic. She said:
"Why would you embarrass me like that? I told them all you were coming and then nothing! You say nothing until the last minute!"
In this moment I would be lying if I said her scolding me like that didn't turn me on a little bit. And it got me thinking how hot it would be to get spanked by her. She had maternal mom energy it was undeniable.
She was in that grey area between crying and being really angry. I knew she was as serious as a heart attack. So I said:
