I sat there looking at the advertisement for what must be the 100th time. I don’t know why I bothered reading it because I knew it off by heart.
“Spanking Services for Ladies only by mature, experienced. caring and understanding Auntie/Domme. First timers especially welcome. Make your fantasies come true. Contact Elizabeth and the phone number.
God! I was so frustrated. There I was, a University graduate, successful businesswoman in charge of my own department and I was so nervous about making one phone call. A phone call that could change my life, a phone call that may result in me receiving the spanking that I had needed, desired, wanted, fantasised and masturbated over for so many years.
After all, if I wasn’t happy with the conversation all I had to do was hang up. I had checked out Elizabeth’s reputation with the editor of the contact magazine in which I read the advert and he gave Elizabeth a very good report. Also there were those letters in the magazine from ladies who had been to Elizabeth and had “such a great time” that they were going back – surely all those couldn’t be fake?
It was after 5.30 and all the office had gone home, I was by myself and I finally plucked up the courage to make the call. I used my mobile phone and dialled the number.
“Elizabeth speaking, can I help you?” Elizabeth answered in a cheerful voice.
I was frozen, words wouldn’t come, and I didn’t know what to say!
“Hello, hello are you there? You must be I can hear you breathing, come on say something or I’ll have to hang up.”
Finally words came, “I, I, I’m ringing about your advert,” I spluttered out, so much for the calm, successful businesswoman.
Elizabeth was great, “ Is this your first call about spanking?” She asked.
“Yes it is,” was all I could say.
“You sound so nervous, there’s no need to be but I know what you’re going through. Take some deep breaths, breath in and fill up your lungs and tummy, yes that’s right, now let it all out, go on, keep going, let it all out. Great, now do it again and three more times, there’s no hurry.”
She listened while I did as she instructed, then inquired, “There that’s better, do you feel more relaxed?”
“Yes I do”, I replied truthfully, “I think I can actually put a few coherent words together now.”
Elizabeth laughed, her mood was infectious, and I felt as if I could really talk to the lady at the other end of the phone. “O.K., now how can I help you? What’s your first name?’ she asked.
“Oh, my name is Maria, I seen your advert many times and I’ve finally decided to call you about your spanking services. You see I’ve had this, this um”
“Need?” asked Elizabeth.
“Yes that’s the word, this need for so long, years and years, and I’m just so frustrated that I haven’t had anyone to talk to about it, let alone anyone to actually spank me. I’ve dropped a few hints to a couple of girlfriends who I thought were broadminded and they just laughed at me, so I’ve finally decided to ring you.” Now I was talking Elizabeth couldn’t get a word in edgeways, I was on a roll and not stopping until it all came out. “I’ve searched the Internet looking at various sites of Mistresses and most of them seem so awful. I’m not interested in torture or brown showers, I don’t want to be put down, humiliated or degraded, I just want, no, I just need some gentle domination with a good over the knee spanking.” There I had finally said it, what would Elizabeth say?
“Sounds familiar to me”, She said, “ I’ve spanked lots of ladies whose desires and fantasies were just the same as yours. You don’t have to worry; I’m not into showers, torture or humiliation. My main service is over the knee spanking, clothed or unclothed, it’s your choice.”
“You do it clothed?’ I blurted out, that had one of my worries, baring my bum to a complete stranger, even another woman.
Again that comforting laugh, “Yes, some clients don’t want the embarrassment of baring their bottom so they wear thin, tight shorts, or panties, or some prefer a g-string which allows me to spank them on the bare while they retain some modesty. It’s your choice Maria, nothing happens to you at my place that you don’t want to happen. I want you to leave happy and satisfied with my services so that you want to come back again. Of course I do earn my living from my services so there is a charge.”
Elizabeth went on to explain the charges and we talked some more. We spoke about fear, of wants, of fantasies, of some of her experiences with novices. She offered to meet me at a coffee shop if that would make things easier for me, we could talk things over and if I didn’t like her we could leave and go our separate ways. I was tempted to take the easy way out but instead asked when could she see me?
“Well as a matter of fact I have a vacancy tonight because of a cancellation. My regular lady for tonight had to go interstate because of her job so if you want her time it’s yours. Maybe this cancellation happened for a reason Maria, I don’t believe in accidents, the time is available for you, tonight, if you really want to face your fear.”
It was up to me, there was silence as my mind raced, thinking about everything Elizabeth had said, she sounded so nice, so trustworthy.
I took a deep breath and said, “I’ll come tonight Elizabeth, what time and where?”
“Very good Maria, I’m proud of you for making what is not an easy decision.” After giving me her address and instructions of how to find her house she said, “I’ll see you at 7.30 Maria, don’t be late or else! Bye for now.”
The phone went dead. God, what had I let myself in for? My mind started to race, would I go or not? After all she didn’t know my number. No Maria, I said to myself, stop these damn negative thoughts and do it!
I rushed to my nearby apartment, showered and dressed. I decided to wear a g-string, I wanted it on the bare but wasn’t sure if I wanted Elizabeth to see my privates. I tried to eat something but I was too nervous so I went to the downstairs car park, got my car and drove out to the suburbs. Elizabeth’s instructions were excellent, I later found that giving instructions were one of Elizabeth’s strengths, and arrived about ten minutes early.
I sat outside trembling nervously, butterflies rushing about in my stomach, but still very determined to go through with it. After all, Elizabeth had said I could leave at any time and we had agreed on ‘Mercy’ as a code word. I checked once again that I had put the right amount of money in the envelope for Elizabeth and at 7.28 drove into her driveway to my appointment with destiny.
As Elizabeth had said, high fences and hedges gave me privacy as I walked nervously up to the front door. Without hesitation I rang the bell, giving myself a private pat on the back for my bravery.
Elizabeth answered the door almost immediately. She was smiling as she ushered me into the hallway. I liked her straight away. She reminded me of one of my aunts as she welcomed me and asked me to put the envelope on the hall table.
As she guided me into the comfortable lounge room she said, “Congratulations Maria, it takes courage to face ones fears, I’m very proud of you.”
