You Want Details?
A True Story
by Christine
First I just want to thank you all again for your concern and
interest in me. I really appreciate it. I did take the safety advice
I've seen and heard from all of you and had people who knew where I was and knew
everything I knew about who I would be with. We had been planning this
meeting for about a week and a half, and in that time, I was my own private
detective. I re-read every e-mail he had sent me, checking for any red
flags or discrepancies. He had mentioned that he taught a couple classes
at a University, so I checked their faculty
roster and made sure he was listed. I had not one, but two
"safe calls" and made sure he knew that ahead of time. We have
all heard horror stories, and while there is always risk involved in something
like this, I made sure to protect myself as well as I could.
I also want to mention one other thing before I share what happened this
weekend. I know that everyone on this list/community is interested in DD
for different reasons. Ranging the spectrum from Serious Discipline only
to Erotic "play" and everything in between. For myself, I have
always wanted real discipline. Not fun or play. I need it to be
real. For me, spankings have to be real punishments for real offences,
designed to modify behavior. Not that I'm opposed to a smack on the fanny
or two as foreplay or during sex (although, I admit I'm saving that for marriage
or at least engagement). What I have always wanted and felt that I need is
someone (preferably a husband) who will administer consistent, but loving
discipline when deserved. That
being said, Mike & I had discussed a few "biggies" that I needed
to be punished for and have purged from my conscience.
He got in to town on Saturday evening & I met him in a public place.
He had secured a 2-room hotel suite in case I wanted to stay there. We
talked (and talked and talked.) for hours that night. Finally, the conversation
turned to spanking. We discussed more about my expectations and needs and
what I could expect if I accepted him as my disciplinarian. He eventually
asked me if I felt comfortable with him taking that role in my life. By
then, I had no doubts and said yes. I knew what to expect if I agreed to
that, and he suggested that I go get ready for bed, then come back so we could
have our "talk."
I went into my room and got changed, then went back into the other room.
He had sent a chair next to the bed and sat down. I stood next to him
while he asked me about the things that we had agreed to "discuss"
that night. Then I went over his lap, with my upper body on the bed.
He lifted my nightgown and took my panties down. Then he asked me again if
I was sure I wanted this. He asked me if I understood that if I accepted
this, then when it started, he was in charge, not me. Again, I agreed.
I knew he was going to use only his hand that night, but I admit, it was a SHOCK
how much "just" his hand could hurt. Like I said, this was
supposed to be strictly for discipline, not "fun" or erotic in any
way. And believe me, it was NOT fun!! He spanked hard and quickly.
I was squirming and kicking a bit right away. He told me later that I
didn't make much noise, but I said that it was because I was trying to bite the
comforter. :-)
The spanking didn't last long (thank you, God), but it certainly
made an impression. When it was over, he sent me to my room to calm down
and think. He came in after a few minutes and we talked some more.
He asked me if I was alright with what had happened and what I was feeling and
thinking. He was very gentle and kind. He was very concerned
about me, especially emotionally. Again, he asked if I was still ok with
his having this role in my life. I knew that the spanking I had just
received was a "warm-up" to what was to come on Sunday, when we talked
about the more serious "crimes" of mine. But again, I told him
that there was absolutely no resentment on my part and I understood what it
meant for me to enter this "relationship."
And it is a relationship. We discussed where this might lead and there is
a very good chance that he is "the one." We agreed to start out
with a disciplinarian/friendship relationship, but acknowledged that marriage
was a very good possibility for the future. We had a lot of fun together this
weekend and found that we share many of the same beliefs and interests - aside
from DD. As one of you mentioned, I could very well end up marrying him
and living happily (albeit, sorely) ever after. =)
He had not been to the town where I live in a few years, so on Sunday, we spent
a couple hours walking down by the riverfront and around downtown. In the
afternoon, we went to my house. We spent a casual afternoon/evening
talking, eating, watching the news, etc. I listened to him play the piano
and we watched a movie. When it was over, he again suggested that I go get
ready for bed and then we could have our talk. ("talk" being
secret code for "blistering Christine's poor bottom").
=)
I was really nervous about this one. I knew that it was going to be a lot
worse than the night before and this time it wouldn't be his hand, but a bath
brush used on my poor bum. (ok, girls, I now understand what you are
talking about when you speak of the dreaded bath brush!!).
I came back upstairs and he had me sit on the ottoman by the couch while we
talked. He asked me about the more serious things that I had done and
allowed to get out of hand in my life. He also asked me what I
could do to prevent them from happening again. Then he asked what was
going to happen. Again, ladies, you are right - it totally sucks having to
say "you are going to spank me."
He told me to take down my panties and lay over his lap, which, of course, I
did. I was whimpering before the spanking even started. It only
lasted about 4 or 5 minutes, but it felt like forever. He spanked hard and fast
again. I have to admit, he is good. We had talked and agreed
beforehand that the point was for it to be effective. And DAMN, was it
effective. I was in tears right away. Afterwards he held me and
comforted me while I calmed down, stroked my hair and rubbed my back. He
asked me if I was going to do better, if he was going to have to do this again,
etc.
He has an uncanny ability to read me very well. And at one point he asked
me what I was thinking about. I told him that I was afraid to tell him.
He asked me "what?" in that way - you know that way that makes
you know that you better answer. I admitted (yes, I'm stupid) that I had
lied to him the night before. He had asked if I had any student loans and
I said no, knowing very well that I did have one.
Back over the lap I went, pleading. That *%#*@ bath brush again beating my
poor sore bum. Afterwards he held me again. Comforting, but
also telling me that the one thing he will never tolerate is my lying to
him. In fact, I believe is exact words were something to the effect of if
I ever lied to him again; he would "tear my hide up." Believe
me, his point had gotten across.
He put me to bed and rubbed my back for a while I settled down. We talked
a little more, him making sure again that I was alright. He said I have
very sensitive skin and it doesn't take much to get through to me and mark me
up. He left really early this morning, but he is planning another
visit for about 2 weeks from now. Then I will probably go there to visit
him. He lives about 3 ½ hours away.
My bottom is sore, red, and bruised. But, trust me, it was extremely
effective. I used to have these romantic notions about being spanked for
punishment, thinking it wouldn't be so bad to get them on a regular basis.
Well, I've revised that theory. I definitely will do my best to avoid
earning a spanking in the future, but admit that I have someone in my life who
will not hesitate to administer one when needed. All in all, it was a
wonderful weekend, even if I am not enjoying sitting for a while. I have
been waiting for this for about 10 years and finally my "fantasies"
have become reality. I feel like I just became a full-fledged member of
"the club." As opposed to just a "lurker" on the
fringe.
To those of you who are out there wishing for this in your life, but thinking
that you are not the "type of person" who would ever take that big
step to making it a reality - I'm here to tell you that it's worth it. I
always had that thought that "a girl like me" doesn't actually do
"things like this." But, you know what - that's crap. "Spankos"
come in all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, religions, families, etc. If you
know that it's what you need or want, don't make the mistake I did and wait 10
years to make it reality. Do something about it now. You will
be so glad you did. Just take the advice that I can add to the others and
be very careful. Don't settle for someone who is just willing to indulge
your spanking desires. Wait for someone who you could love or be friends
with anyway.
OK, I know, this is one LONG message. But y'all said you wanted details.
That'll teach you to give me the opportunity to babble on endlessly. =)