I wasn’t sure whether I’d talk about this tonight, but I need to decompress.
If you remember a few posts back, I talked about my coffee meeting with a guy I started talking to on Fetlife. He was nice, interesting, not creepy, and offered to meet up to talk about the possibility of introducing me to spanking. After about 2 weeks of attempting to coordinate our schedules, we arranged to meet up at his apartment today.
Nervous doesn’t cover how I felt, but I set up the necessary safety mechanisms and went over.
It was so good. I mean, he put me at ease, let me talk about what I wanted, made me a cup of tea, let me talk some more, and then we established a safe word just in case. I asked him to blindfold me because that felt safe and comfortable. Bless him, he didn’t think my request was weird.
I gathered up my courage, let him lead me back to his bedroom, and laid across his lap. He blindfolded me and started slow and easy, then increasingly hard. I was wiggling at the end and darn near panting. He started over my leggings and then pulled my pants down to get at my naked bottom. I was so into it I didn’t even think to care about him staring at my stretch marks.
How exactly do you describe an erotic spanking? I’ve written stories about it, but have never experienced one as an adult. I haven’t been spanked since I was 10, but this was vastly different.
This was me bracing, feeling the sting, feeling his arm across my back, his hand smoothing over my skin, and letting the burn flow through me. This was the release of endorphins that morphed the pain into something different. This was him stopping to check on me and me wanting him to continue.
It felt good, so so good. I wanted to curl up and go to sleep after I was so swamped with chemicals. I felt fuzzy and drugged, and I wanted to stay on his lap for the rest of the day.
But I got up, stumbled into the living room, and let him make me another cup of tea. We talked about it, about how much I liked it and wanted to do it again, and once I could function I left. I’ve been floating all day barely able to think straight.
My butt is sore though the redness is gone I believe (correction: just checked and 9 hours later both cheeks are still quite red. I’m anticipating a bruise even though it doesn’t hurt real bad). I can’t help touching it and thinking about doing it again. It was exactly like I hoped.
Not complicated, but I want more desperately. From him. Of course I already asked when we could meet again. I’ll be good and wait 2 weeks before I give in.
One thing checked off my list. Maybe my other piercing on Saturday to check off I hope.
What does one wear? I wore leggings and a tank with a dressy shirt over. I have a great love of ruffled panties so I wore my blue ones with white polka dots. Foolish me forgot to double-check that my underwear weren’t visible so I left without looking. Realized after I was out so I took my underwear off before I met him. Definitely went a large part of the day sans panties. A weird feeling for sure.