This story follows on from another, It Turned on a Tango, which you can find in my profile.
It was the time when Eli had been coming to stay with me over weekends for several months. Her marriage had become more or less dysfunctional and, since it had quickly become too stressful for her to maintain the deception over her relationship with me, she'd decided to tell her husband about it. He was taken aback at her having a lesbian affair but he told her that he was also having an affair with another woman. He was somewhat older than Eli, as am I, so she had assumed his lack of interest in her was due to a declining libido and age-related impotence. That he was seeing another woman had never crossed her mind.
Shortly thereafter, with no children to worry about, Eli left him and found herself a temporary apartment to rent while she searched for her own property to buy. It meant that she was a free agent and there were no obstacles to us spending time together. No obstacles, that was, except that it was only practical for both of us to be close to our offices which were a one-hour drive apart at best, but that could readily become two hours with traffic congestion.
I found it quite amazing that, with a wife like Eli, he would go for another woman. To my eye and in my experience, she is one of the loveliest women you could ever meet. There is a natural warmth that she projects, at least with me, and she is also a very capable business woman. I have never doubted her caring for me and it is a rare kind of pleasure to spend time with her, including in the bedroom. As for her appearance, I will just say that she turns heads.
On that particular Friday afternoon, she arrived at my apartment late-afternoon, with her weekend case in hand, looking as immaculate as ever. After a long hug and many kisses, we took our usual seats at the breakfast island with the usual glasses of wine. We chatted for a while on the week that had passed and I gradually got the sense that something was on Eli's mind that she was holding back.
"Is there something on your mind that you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Well," she responded with a rather sheepish smile, "you are very perceptive. Do you remember that first weekend we spent together and I asked you about spanking?"
"Yes," I answered, then, thinking that it might put her at ease, I decided to elaborate. "I used to spank my girlfriend in Rio de Janeiro, Luciana. I've mentioned her before and it was something she felt she needed, and it would be every three or four weeks. It just became a normal part of our relationship. It was a long time ago, 25 years or so by now I guess."
"Well, will you do it to me as well?" she asked, with a deep sigh as if she was relieved to get it out and ask me.
"Yes, I will, I would love to," I answered, standing up and walking around the island to hug her in re-assurance.
"That took some courage, didn't it?" I continued. "Because it's supposed to be a bit kinky and kind of taboo to actually want to be spanked. But I don't think it is anything at all uncommon and anyway this is just between you and me, and that's a very safe place to be. Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No, never, not even as a child. I can't explain it but it's been in and out of my mind for years," she said. "I never thought I'd actually get to this kind of stage with anyone but you made it so easy, just as you do with so many things. I don't want anything as brutal as you can see on porn sites and yes, I know there's pain involved but I've always imagined that as just one part of what could be a very intimate experience. Am I making any sense?"
With that she pressed her face into my breasts and there was a little sob from her as the pent-up tension she must have felt released itself.
The fact of the matter is that I had anticipated that I would somehow spank her at some point in time from the odd, passing hint she gave of her interest. And I had often looked at her bum and thought it looked so very spankable. If she wanted to try it, I was more than happy to oblige and I would do all I could to make it sensual and special for her.
"You're making enough sense for me to think I understand," I said. "I think you've had enough anticipation, so how do you feel about having your first spanking experience this afternoon?"
"Yes," she responded, "I think that would be just perfect."
"Good," I said. "How about we sit down with another glass of wine and talk a little?"
"You must be feeling very apprehensive," I continued after re-filling our glasses.
"Yes, very," she responded. "It's a big step into the unknown but I have to take it."
"You will be fine," I said, "I promise."
"I don't see myself as submissive, in fact just the opposite, but somehow this is different," she said.
"We all have parts to us," I responded. "Mostly you need to control the bad parts but what you are talking about isn't a bad part. If you have a submissive part that wants to emerge now and again then you aren't harming anyone else so let it have its time if it's safe to do so and make friends with it. I'm certainly not going to make any negative judgements about you for that."
"You always seem able to that," she smiled, "rationalising my thoughts and putting them so neatly into words. And I do feel safe with you or we wouldn't be talking like this."
"I'm glad to hear that," I responded. "It will be yet another first time for you. Over the last few months there was having a woman, me, make love to you, watching me masturbate in close-up, you making love to me and then masturbating just as I did, the threesome with Jonathon. The list can go on and on."
"I know," she said, "and I finally feel like a sexual woman. It wasn't so long ago that I was just another frustrated housewife. It feels wonderful."
"It shows," I said. "You were always a beautiful and desirable woman to me but I've seen a fresh radiance in you that wasn't there before."
"I can't see it but I can feel exactly that," she responded, "and it's all because of you."
"And now we are on the verge of another new experience," I said. "I think it will be best for you to leave things with me. But, and this is important, if it goes too far for you, then you have the final say and you must tell me to stop. It's not about punishment, it's about sharing with you the very intimate experience that you mentioned. I'll build it up slowly and it will start to sting so we'll see how it goes for you. I'll be aiming to give you a warm glow and leave you with a pink flush on your lovely bum. And I will be close to you all the time. How does that sound?"
"I trust you," she answered.
"So how about undressing but keep those lovely sandals on. I'll be back in a moment or two," I said.
I left her to it and went to my bedroom where I retrieved a soft leather strap and a thin cane with an ornately carved handle from the back of the wardrobe. They were items that I had used on Luciana and she gave them to me when I left Rio. I remembered her saying that I would very probably need them again in the future. I doubted it very much at the time but little did I know. I also took a pillow and a comforter from the bed.
When I returned from the living area, Eli was standing in a matching bra and panty set.
"As good as they look on you, I want you to take those off as well," I told her.
I had seen her naked many, many times and she'd always seemed at ease but at that particular time, being a very different context, I presumed she was feeling vulnerable and well out of her comfort zone.
I cleared the breakfast island, moved one of the stools away and laid out the pillow and the comforter, the strap and the cane. When I turned around Eli was standing totally naked, her slender body with her olive skin already showing the tone that she had developed since we first met. I went to her, wrapped her in my arms and sensed her anticipation.
"You look good enough to eat," I said.
"One day I will look as good as you," she responded.
I led her to the island and pointed out the cane and the strap.
"These used to belong to Luciana and she passed them on to me. Perhaps she wanted them to remind me of her. I used to use them on her and she instructed me very specifically on how to use them." I explained. "It depends on how forcefully you hit as to how much they hurt but I'll only use them lightly on you if the time comes. I think they will give a different sensation to a hand and Luciana liked them a lot."
I wrapped her in my arms again and kissed her face, then told her to bend across the island on to the pillow and get comfortable. When she got herself into position, I tucked the comforter around her upper body leaving her rather lewdly exposed below.
"Spread your legs a little more," I told her and she complied.
"I feel like a ceremonial sacrifice," she said, which was something like what I intended.
I stepped back to look at her and instantly my pussy twitched then moistened. Her bottom, which jutted out naturally at the back, was perfectly presented, the curve of her hips flowed in a smooth curve down along her lovely thighs and in the middle of it all was a view of her smooth, outer pussy lips with a hint of a slit between them. Lewd maybe, but to my eyes she looked seriously erotic and desirable.
"You look incredible," I said, moving closer to her and placing a hand firmly on her lower back.
I stroked her softly and lovingly from the back of her knees almost to her waist then bent to place a kiss on each side of her bum.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes, go on," she responded.
I began with little smacks at a slow pace with just my fingers over all of her bottom. When I got to the little crease where her cheeks met her thighs, I stretched the skin with my other hand and gave her the same treatment but just a little more firmly. I wanted to awaken the nerve endings and prepare her for what was to come.
She hadn't made a murmur and, after stroking all of the area where I had hit her, I began with the palm of my hand. They were light smacks, evenly spread and not in rapid succession, perhaps ten or twelve, followed by more stroking. Again, she neither murmured nor flinched.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"It's feeling a little tingly already," she said "but please don't stop."
With the next ten or twelve smacks, I increased the weight of them and concentrated just on the crowns of her bum cheeks. By the time I got to the last few I heard soft groans and she began to clench a little. As I stroked her, I could feel a little warmth and there was a slight pink tone emerging. I ran my fingertips between her legs and found a very definite moisture there.
"How is it now?" I asked.
"Stingy," she said. "It was good when you touched me. I'm feeling tingles down there as well."
I again ran my fingers through her pussy and she groaned in response. She was getting really wet.
