Carol and Sam had been friends for almost twenty years now, sharing a fondness for history, a love of animals, both were athletic, and they had found a number of other interests they shared. Carol had met Sam at a cafe those years before, and an immediate friendship grew, which they found complicated, because he was a black man.
Carol's mother had warned her as a teen to stay away from those "black bucks" as she had called them, and Carol had, for the most part. Sam was the first real black friend she had made, and she had just celebrated her thirtieth birthday two months before she had met him.
They talked about everything over the years, well, almost everything. She had thought of him as an attractive man, standing six foot with a slim build, but even though he flirted with her occasionally, she never let it go beyond a line she had set for herself, a line she refused to cross with most anyone. At least not until that night.
She had never told anyone, not even Sam, that she desired to be spanked, and even the four real relationships she had in the past, had not included spankings as part of sex. She settled for giving herself spankings when she couldn't stand it any longer, using paddles of different sizes and shapes that she had secreted in her bedroom closet, paddles she had bought over the years. The sensation was extremely arousing for her, and she would always masturbate after, usually using her small vibrator, but she wondered what a real spanking would be like, she wondered if her release would be more extreme.
Then last night, Sam made a comment about spanking a girlfriend from years before, and said he always liked to give a sound spanking during sex after that first one. Her interest was rather evident, and Sam wouldn't let the subject go once he saw her reaction to the subject, eventually getting the truth from her about needing the spankings that allowed her to release, and after a long embarrassing discussion with him, he made her promise that she would get spanked by him that evening.
She wore what she usually did when she planned to spank herself, a short blue skirt and a white blouse, nothing else. She was excited and terrified at the thought as ten o'clock drew near, but she was more excited, and even aroused, at the prospect of finally getting a spanking after all these years, finally having that desire of her butt being paddled by someone else come true.
The doorbell startled her, and she looked at the clock. He's early, she thought as she went to the door.
'You really must be anxious Sam. Your fifteen minutes early.' She said as she looked at him, smiling.
He was wearing brown slacks and a tan shirt, loafers on his feet. 'Carol, I've fantasized about spanking that cute butt of yours for almost twenty years now. You know you want it, so quit your acting and invite me in.'
She stepped aside giggling as he stepped into the house, and she headed for the kitchen. As she past the couch, he took her arm and sat, easily pulling her across his lap.
'Carol, I have been waiting too long for this to allow any delay now that it is finally happening.' She squealed as his hand landed solidly across her fanny, easily covering the inner half of both cheeks. 'I intend to make the most of this night dear, at least until you make me stop.' He struck her bottom again in the same spot, and she kicked her feet, just a bit, but not so much that he would stop. She felt her heartbeat strong and fast in her chest, as the feeling of his hand on her bottom spread across her skin. She felt the slight sting begin, and she soaked it in greedily.
'I was getting us a drink Sam.' She said as he landed another solid swat on her bottom, making her draw a quick breath, as the sting set in a bit more.
'I have just what I need, right here.' And again he smacked her butt, harder this time, and she slightly arched her back finding that her groin pressed nicely against his thigh, putting pressure against her vulva.
She moaned a little as she felt the familiar sting begin to cover the skin of her bottom, then she lay herself fully across his lap leaning her head and shoulders over it, allowing him to completely dominate the experience, and letting him give her the spanking they agreed on.
His hand landed swats a dozen more times across her fanny, and the sensation of each swat was carried through her ass, to her groin. Carol didn't fight him at all, just laying there experiencing the swat of his hand and the reaction of her bottom to it, only making soft moaning sounds after each swat landed and that sweet sting radiated across her reddening butt.
As he continued and she began to really feel the sting to her bottom, she started to feel the pleasant difference of being spanked by another with each swat. It was very different being spanked by someone else she realized, not knowing when the swat would land, or where it would be felt, not knowing how hard that strike would be. The one spanking had total control of the experience, and she found that almost as arousing as the spanking itself.
He then paused, and began to rub her butt gently, softly sliding his hands over each cheek in a circular motion, then he struck her butt quickly with a smack to each cheek, allowing the sting to build on her ass before he rubbed it lightly again. She found that there was a new sensation to being spanked by someone else as well, every time his hand had landed across her bottom, she could feel the swat vibrate her anus, all the way to her clitoris. She knew that she was certainly going to enjoy this experience, and she hoped it would last a good long time.
He then lifted her skirt to reveal her nude buttocks, pulling it past her waist, to rest at the small of her back, then continued to rub her slightly pinking cheeks.
'This is a surprise Carol.' He said as he cupped one of her naked buttocks, giving it a firm squeeze. 'I'd expected to have panties in the way as I spanked your pretty pink butt. This makes it much easier to get to you.' Then he drew a finger very lightly across her anus, making her buttocks tense a bit. She hadn't thought much about him wanting, or expecting, sex after he spanked her, though she did have to admit, the thought wasn't without its merits. She could easily feel the bulge of him against her tummy from his erection, and even though she had always feared making love with a man who had a large penis, thinking her very limited experience in sex would make that difficult at the very least, and she believed that a large penis would hurt her more than anything, even though she was still very curious if the rumors of black men being hung was true.
He continued rubbing her buttocks as she tried to estimate how big his erection could be, squeezing each of her cheeks firmly, which caused the crack of her ass to part and she felt the cool of the room on her exposed anus.
'I do believe that is adequate as a warm up dear.' He lifted ger up by the waist, making her stand. 'Now, we are going to need a paddle to continue this.'
Carol smiled really big and giggled slightly as she rubbed on her buttocks, looking at him. 'Yes sir! I have a few to choose from.'
'Just a medium paddle will do nicely dear.' He said, then reached forward and took her by the waist. 'But before you get it, I think you should be a bit more comfortable.' His hands reached around her waist then, and he unzipped her skirt, easing it down over her shapely hips, and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. Then he began unbuttoning her blouse, starting at her waist, and working up to between her breasts. She unbuttoned the last two higher ones as he watched her, and just sat there smiling, looking her body up and down as she pushed her blouse from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, fully exposing her nudity to him. Her breast weren't as firm as in her youth, but they were full and shapely, and she had her pubic region bikini waxed regularly. She had a flat belly, mostly because she was at the gym at least twice a week, and her legs were firm and muscular.
His gaze covered her body slowly from head to toe, and back up before he met her eyes, a huge grin covering his face. She was still rubbing her bottom as he stared at her, and she felt a slight blush rise from his attention, as well as her feelings of vulnerability from being naked.
She turned from him then, thinking to get the paddle from the bedroom, she felt a solid stingy swat on her rump before she could head that way, and that swat had her double stepping across the living room.
She flicked on the light and went to her closet to get the paddle he wanted, then she heard the door close softly with a click, and she turned to see Sam leaning with his back against the door.
'I have always found that a spanking while lying across a bed is much more relaxing.' He stepped over to the bed, and sat near the foot. 'Would you please get a bath towel Carol. I think you will find it useful while I paddle that beautiful ass.'
She was taken a slightly aback from him being in the bedroom with her nude, but she was experiencing so many new feelings, she wasn't sure how to react. Some of the spanking stories she read had the one being spanked as a submissive, she wasn't sure if what she felt right then was submission, but she thought it might be, so she allowed herself to take on that role.
She went into the small half bath and got the towel as she had been told, returning to see Sam taking his shirt off, folding it neatly on her dresser, before returning to stand beside her bed. She handed the towel to him and stood with her eyes down as she saw him roll the towel tightly, and set it on the bed near her pillow.
