First kiss, first fuck, first this, first that. They say you never forget your first time. Firsts create memorable imprints that often remain with us forever. Whether you lull in the warm glow of your embellished memory of that first time, like I'm doing here, or cringe in embarrassment at the fiasco is not the point. Either way these experiences can have a profound effect in formulating our adult psyches. This was the case with my first real spanking experience.
I'm not talking about those sexy swats we have all delivered to our lover's ass during foreplay. You walk in the room and she is bending over in a perfect position, bending over the couch looking for the remote, or he is just out of the shower, naked and facing away, and his ass is just too tempting-when the situation arises sometimes we just can't resist landing a good resounding slap. Those times are great but I'm talking about that first time you are facing a beautifully proffered ass for the sole purpose of spanking. The air you're breathing seems thin, you feel your heart beat in your head, and the only thing on your mind is, how did I get here, how do I begin?
It was about thirty years ago when I realized I had gotten obsessed with D/s and particularly OTK-over-the-knee spanking. My attempts at bringing this fetish into our bedroom bombed miserably. My wife gave it one attempt before deciding it was not for her. She said it seemed abusive and demeaning to women. I didn't want to have an affair. This was about something else that I didn't really understand. I tried to find someone willing to stretch herself over my lap for an erotic spanking for a few years with no luck. Finally, I stumbled on a post by a woman who said she was a pro sub into spanking. Strange as that seemed—I had seen numerous adds by "professional doms and dominas ready to dish out everything from loving domination to strict disciplinary spankings-I promptly responded. I told her I was new to spanking, but really wanting to learn about it.
She was so nice on the phone, leading me through the conversation she asked me about my expectations, answered my questions, and told me about her fee and about her limits. She was specific; there would be no intercourse. She discussed scenarios and role-play and told me to think about something I might like and to give her as a brief set-up of the scene before I got there. When I arrived at her upscale hotel in Boston I called the number she had given me from the lobby as instructed and she gave me her room number. I was both relieved and surprised when she opened her door and invited me in. She was about 5'6", light blond, fair with sparkling blue eyes and she had a really nice welcoming smile and manner. She was very pretty, thin but quite shapely, (yes that means mid sized bust, narrow waist, nicely toned legs, and a round, well defined ass.) We talked for a few minutes then she said why don't we start.
I felt so awkward. I asked her if I could go out and knock on her door again. She smiled and said she liked that. I went out in the hall, knocked lightly and she let me in. So funny, I began my intro, flubbed my beginning and asked her if I could start over. She giggled at my awkwardness and gave me a little reassuring kiss on the cheek and said, "sure you can." Can you imagine this? It was priceless...well actually it was pretty expensive. I went back out in the hall and knocked again.
Take 2
I knocked on the door to her apartment. I was here to talk with Miss Partridge about her three-month review with our firm. This was going to be difficult because she was not doing well and, as department manager, I was the one who had to tell her we would be letting her go. She flung her door open interrupting my preparation.
"Hello Mr. Reins, I'm so glad you could come to talk with me. I know it's unusual to visit a new employee at her home but...well, you are just so sweet to come by.
"Well, thank you for inviting..." she cut me off with her continued hospitality.
"OH, don't stand there in the hall, Mr. Reins, come in. Let me take your coat. Sit Down. Can I get you a drink?"
"No Thank you, Miss Partridge", I said. Then I cleared my throat and went on.
"Miss Partridge, This is unusual and a bit uncomfortable for me." I shifted in my seat on her large overstuffed couch. Her apartment was nice; furnished well, colorful with a hint of the "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" designer look.
"Why do you feel uncomfortable, Mr. Reins? Is there a problem?"
I eyed her warily. Could she actually be this naive, this unaware of the problems she was causing in the office.
"Miss Partridge, I'm afraid there is a problem. Your performance these past three months has been adequate but you have been causing such distractions that the whole rate of production in the office has fallen off since your arrival. I'm afraid I am here to tell you we will be letting you go."
"But I don't understand why the whole office's bad performance would be my fault," she said in a distressed tone.
"You have been quite a distraction to the men and even the women on our floor since you arrived." This was going to be much harder than I thought.
I don't understand..." she said. The tears in the corners or her eyes made her look so vulnerable. Sue Partridge was very attractive. With her straight blond hair, clear blue eyes and trim but shapely figure She looked like Heather Graham. The problem was that she flirted with anyone in pants-male or female- she dressed much too provocatively and she shamelessly showed off her body and teased everyone with her every movement.
"But, Mr. Reins, I thought I was doing a good job and that everyone liked me."
"I do...I mean we all do but Miss, Partridge, but you have been driving all the men and even some of the women totally to distraction with your short skirts, and your low cut blouses. It's as if your every movement in the office is designed to tease or show off your body."
