"Fore" - R/L M/F
It did occur to me, as I was getting ready, that something MIGHT just happen today, and I'd end up being spanked. Even though I knew my housemate would be home, and that was against all proper internet meeting rules to bring someone to your house on a first meeting, the thought was still in my head that just maybe..something might happen.
It's been almost a year since my last proper spanking, but I hadnt forgotten that they HURT! Yet I did miss the feeling of giving over the control. The light, cleansed feeling afterwards, that Ive been punished, and I dont need to beat myself up anymore.
After showering, shaving, and moisturising, I changed my clothes three times. The first set of trousers made my hips look huge. The long skirt made my ankles even huger. The red top clashed with my hair. The grey blouse was a little too low cut. The shoes were too tight. The long coat made me look like a vampire...etc etc...So eventually, I settled on a plain navy v-necked top, plain grey boot-cut trousers, knee boots with chunky heels, and a casul grey jacket.
I walked to the train station. Less than 10 minutes away. So many thoughts were going through my head. How, more than likely, we'd meet, have coffee, exchange pleasantries, discuss our spanking interest with each other, then go our seperate ways again. That was still going to be enough though. I dont often meet anyone on this whole island with similiar interests to mine. Certainly not men who see the discipline benefits of spanking, and wont expect me to screw them afterwards.
He wasnt hard to spot. 6 foot 4 and half as broad again. I guess he recognised me straight away too, as we smiled at each other immediately. We hugged, briefly, and he kissed my cheek, and we started walking through the station.
The coffee shop there was quite crowded, so I suggested we go further into the City Centre to get coffee. He agreed, there were a few places in town he wanted to visit anyhow, and as they were all very close to each other, I figured walking would be as good a way as any to get there. He guided me to the inside of the pavement, and walked on the outside, such a gentlemanly thing to do. We talked about how the City had changed since he had last spent any amount of time here, in the 60's. I laughed at how he was the same age as my Father, and had lived his whole adolescence, half his life, before I was even born. We discussed politics, although it isnt one of my strongpoints. He spoke very clearly and concisely, and really made me feel at ease from the beginning.
We visited the Local theatre, and the television studios, getting information on upcoming events, because he was planning to bring his wife up to a show sometime soon. Not once did he say anything out of place, or do anything to make me think "uh-oh".
We found a little coffee shop, not too busy, and sat down for some hot tea. He couldnt believe how COLD my town is. He showed me pictures of his family, his wife and children, told me a few of his experiences with other females, and how he ended up spanking most of them. Told me, in great detail, about his work as a Teacher in a mixed-gender college, and how even then, he would sometimes cane girls "on the side", and how, when he met some of them later in life, they all would thank him for making them grow up. He had lots of very interesting stories, and told them very well. I was really enjoying his company.
Like most "real" Dominant men, he just was. Nothing he particularly did was TRYING to be Dominant. It just seeped out of his pores. I know its hard to explain, but I can recognise it very easily. He had it.
He has a daughter the same age as me. So beautiful. Dark hair and skin. Romany Irish looks. It made me feel so inferior for a little while. He asked me about my history, without prying, and I shared quite a bit, without getting too deep or upset. When he said, so sincerely, that he would be proud to have had me as a daughter, my heart about melted. I am not extremely feminine. I have a mouth like a sailor and a temperment to match. I dont see myself as pretty at all. Yet he, in those few words, made me feel special, and made it sound like he meant it.
Very quickly, it stopped feeling like this was a first meeting, and started feeling like we were old friends, just catching up. I began to regret that my housemate was at home, and I had nowhere more private to take him. As he was talking, my mind was drifting off into all kinds of scenes. I watched his hands. HUGE. Twice the size of mine. I wondered how they would feel, I wondered how he would speak if he was angry, wished I could find out...
He knew I was pondering something, and he asked. I told him, that I was wishing we had somewhere to go. He said it was fine. That he was happy getting to know me, and perhaps we could make it a regular thing, he could come up to the North maybe once a week, and so, in the future when I get my house back to myself, perhaps then there would be no doubt on whether to bring him there. He made it perfectly clear that he would spank me. Someday. And that it would be hard. And Id cry. But Id feel much better. And I knew he was right.
Then I did something that is totally unusual for me. I told him that even though my house was unavailable, I knew of a few places out of town that were very secluded and no-one would bother us. I basically offered myself up to be spanked. Scary.
He was ok with this, so we went to the train station again, to catch a train a few stations away. Beside the coast, especially at this time of year, in this weather, there are a lot of areas that arent over populated and very few people ever visit. I knew there would be somewhere quiet, and suitable, even if it was absolutely freezing. He, helpfully, pointed out that he could "warm me up". I wondered if all Doms get given the same "handbook with popular quotes" at birth?
We talked more on the train, although I was quieter. I had butterflies already, I was kicking myself for suggesting this. He, not so helpfully, pointed out that on the train ride home, I would be sitting a lot less comfortably. Grrr.
We got off the train at a really small station. There already wasnt a soul around, not many houses either, and they were pretty secluded. My butterflies turned into bats.
We walked along a path beside the beach, spoke about what a weird day it was. Sunny and bright, yet freezing cold, but beautiful regardless. And he spoke of how he would bring his wife to see this, sometime soon. When he mentioned that he and his wife were getting on in years, and couldnt always walk long distances, the brat in me rose up and my mouth betrayed me.
"You aint doing so bad, for an old guy" I splurted.
I dont think it was what I said, exactly, but more the way I said it. My clearly spoken accent all of a sudden turned into common-as-muck fishwife.
I grinned, sheepishly, at him, hoping he would see the funny side.
SWAT. That HUGE hand came from nowhere and caught me smack on the bottom. my WHOLE bottom. Now, I swear he covered the whole area with one hand, so either my bottom is REALLY small, or his hand is REALLY big, and I know it isnt the former option. So geeesh. My bats turned into a flock of seagulls, all fighting over that tuna sandwich Id had for lunch.
"sorry" I grumbled. Under my breath. I wasnt about to lose my brattiness altogether. Not yet.
We walked down a lane, I dont even remember what he was saying, I was too busy starting to panic with the realisation of it all. We found a golfcourse, though it didnt seem to be in use, with a nice little group of well shaded trees, and headed for those. I hmmm'd and haaa'd and was quite prepared to keep walking, but he had other ideas.
"OK, This is quite good enough, Let's get this over with right here" He said, perfectly calmly and as if he was ordering McD's.
"Ummm, I dont like it here, cant we walk further up the hill? It may be quieter up there" I tried to postpone it as much as I could.
He wasnt falling for it. "No, here is fine. OK young lady, lets have those trousers and panties down, and you can go right over my knee."
"I need to pee" said me. Classic stalling technique.
"So pee" He said, not missing a beat.
"I caaaant, notttt here" distinct whining tone in my voice by then. Funny how, when faced with a spanking, I revert to being six years old.
He grabbed my arm, obviously not going to let me win this, even for a second, and stuck his foot up on a low branch. Within seconds (I swear, I dont know HOW, but he had my trousers unbuttoned and around my knees, along with my panties) I was stood on tiptoe, his arm across my back and his leg jammed against my hips, and he swatted me.
"ah..ah..ah...OW!!!" It hurt! How did ONE swat with his hand hurt SO much?
"I really need to pee, honest!!" ANYTHING to stop this already. What had I done?
"So go pee" He said.
I looked around. there wasnt anywhere far enough away to pee in private, but I wasnt gonna do it right there in front of him. I figured, since I really really did need to go, that two trees to the north east of where he was standing, would have to do.
I took my time. Squatted, panicked, wondered how much I could outrun him back to the station. Looked for the nearest house. Wondered if anyone would come to help me if I yelled loud enough. Probably not.
"Right. Finished?" He said.
"no" I thought "I'll be a few hours yet, probably until it gets dark and I can get lost indefinately" but I didnt say that. I fixed myself again, hoping my trousers would stay buttoned this time and he would forget what we were here for in the first place, and walked back to him.
"Be a good girl, come on, lets get that bottom bare again" He said.
"Noooooooooooo" I whined. "Ive changed my mind. Its too cold. We shouldnt be doing this. I dont wanna be spanked."
"but you need to be. You know it, I know it, and thats whats going to happen. right now" And again, in a heartbeat, I was over his bent up leg with my bottom bare again.
He got about five more swats in before I could move. And move I did. He still had my arm, but I was dancing around him in circles.
"owww. Not so hard. please. please. owww. OWWW. PLEASE not so hard. Cant ouchhhhh! you do it a bit owwwww! lighter? warm me up a bit Owieeee!! first?" I couldnt believe I was being such a baby. Not like Id never been spanked before.
"PLEASE JUST LET ME BREATHE!!" I yelled. And he stopped, for a second. I gasped. I couldnt believe I had wanted this. *gasp* ASKED for this. What the HELL was I doing here? *gasp* Wasnt it against all the rules to go to a secluded place in the middle of nowhere to let a guy you've met three hours earlier spank you? Damn. I needed spanked for being so careless. *gasp* . I dont. I really dont. Yes I do. I need to be spanked. *gasp* He isnt going to hurt me. Not HURT hurt me. *gasp* He is a nice, sweet guy. Why is he spanking me so damn hard if he is "nice" and "sweet"...what if I cried now, would he stop? *gasp* What if I begged. Safeword! He gave me a safeword. *gasp* Damn. Ive forgotten it. What is it. *gasp* Doesnt matter, Im tough. I dont need safewords. Im not a baby, Im a grown woman, and I can damn well take a spanking.
I leant over and grabbed two lower branches, stuck my bottom out as far as it would allow me. I wasnt gonna embarrass myself further by acting like such a chicken. I was gonna take this like an adult. I was going to accept my spanking with good grace, let him keep smacking til he thought Id had enough, then Id thank him, give him a grateful hug, wipe away my "just for show" tears, and get home.
"Good Girl" He said, still ever-so-calmly "Keep holding onto those branches"
SMACK..SMACK...SMACK..
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!!! - Please. Please. Stop. Dont. I really dont want this. "
My hands were off those branches, I was turned around and pulling my trousers up at the same time, I was SO gonna act like a baby if it would make him stop! To hell with being brave. Brave means more pain!
He grabbed me. Circled his arm right around my waist, and without even bending me over, he held me fast and kept spanking. I swear I tried to get away, but asides from pathetic little steps around in a circle, which he followed, I couldnt get away from his hand!
"What the hell was that safeword" I thought. One word. Something to do with Summer. I wasnt going to ASK him what it was. What if he spanked me more for forgetting it in the first place. I didnt even want to use it. Ive NEVER used a safeword. I would just have to suck it up, get it over with, and retain as much of my dignity as I could.
"ok..ok...ok...ok...Ill be good! I won't fight anymore! I promise!!!"
He let me go. Kind of. He stopped swatting me, yet still had a hold of my arm. I wriggled, but he wasnt letting me loose. What did he think I was going to do. Run?
I really didnt like this "run around in circles yet get nowhere while he has hold of my whole body and is landing flying swats on my butt" dance. I thought it was time for some decorum.
I managed decorum. I spied a really low, thick, horizontal branch, and with as much class as I could muster, I tucked my trouser legs into my boots to protect them from the wet moss, folded my panties and trousers down in a roll, pulled my top down low in front, yet up in back, stood on my tiptoes, and eased myself as far over that branch as I could.
"OK Young Lady, are you ready to get that spanking that you know is so long overdue, and very much deserved now?" I guess it was meant rhetorically.
"What. Like you'd just been playing around up until now" damn my mouth.
"Oh no, not playing at all. And you know it. But up until now has been a warm up. In fact, until you decide that you are ready for your proper spanking, everything until then will just be a warmup"
"No Fucking Way!!". And yes, I DID say that outloud. Why doesnt my mouth ever want to protect my butt? All that pain, all that embarrassing dancing, pleading and whining, and it hadnt even started for real yet?
Safeword. Safeword. That was it. To hell with trying to be brave,. I was using it. Damn. What the hell is that safeword. Ask him. Tell him you forgot. No. That would make me look dumb. Like dancing around whining like a baby doesnt make you look dumb? Oh damn. Just ask for your proper spanking. How bad can it be.
SMACK SMACK SMACK.
"ladies do NOT use language like that"
"owwwwwwOWowowowowOW. Ok..Ok..Im sorreeeee!!"
How much worse could it get. He is bound to stop soon. I can see this out until the end.
"Anytime you are ready to accept your spanking miss, just ask."
SMACK. SWAT. SMACK.
"owwwWWW...OK."
I took a deep breath, and rehearsed what I was going to say in my head, like an oscars acceptance speech. The better it was, the easier he would go on me, right?
"Sir Please. I do appreciate you being prepared to punish me like I need to be punished, and I really am sorry for whatever it was that got me here in the first place. Im lazy, and mouthy. I dont spend enough time on important areas of my life, and worry too much about things I shouldnt"
I wondered if admitting it was me who shot JFK would help. Anything.
"I am ready for you to punish me now. Please. Just be easy, Im sore!! (false sob, hiccup, whine)"
What a wuss. This wasnt much of an oscar speech. Where was my English literature qualification when I needed to use it?
I should have thanked my Mom, my Dad, God. My record company. My primary school teacher. Oh hell, whats he doing? Dont look around!
I turned, and looked.
He pulled a tawse out from one of the deep pockets inside his coat. Damn.
Well. Tawse. They dont hurt so bad, right? Not like his hand. And he wouldnt give me too many of those. And he'd make me count. Please make me count. At least I'd know how many I was getting, be able to pace my breathing and...
"SMACK"
OWWWWWWWWW!
That was it. I was over that tree, right off my feet and balancing on my stomach across that branch like a not-so-graceful gymnast on the bar. A gymnast with her bare butt now right up high and her head almost upside down. Please let the blood rush to my head, please let me faint. What the HELL is that safeword.
"There will be 24 of these. You will count each one, and thank me for them, before you get the next one. Understood"
WHoaa. I wondered what book he had read that line from. Lines like that are only in stories, right?
"Yes". I mumbled.
SMACK!!
"Yes WHAT"
Owwwwww! Yes I understand!
SMACK. "Yes, you understand what?"
Urg..Did he want me to repeat all his instructions? Did he want me to tell him the meaning of life? Did he want my Social Security number and bank details?
OH. I get it. Duh.
"Yes SIR"
"thats better. Now. Remember, count each one outloud, and thank me before the next one. Do not try to move away, or put your hands back to protect your bottom, or you will get 6 extra"
DAMN. I gripped the branch real tight. I needed my hands for balance, I wasnt going to put them back. 24. I could manage that. Easy.
ThwwwwwwacK!!
There. That wasnt so bad. Stung a bit, but I could take a few more of these easily.
"One, thank you Sir" I said, without taking a breath. 23 to go.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaap!
"uhh...two, thank you Sir". ok. That stung a bit more than the last one. Kinda took my breath away too. But still, only 22 left. And no safeword needed. Im tough.
THWaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaP!
"owwch! Thank you Sir, thats...uhhh. three." Only three. Really? Im sure I missed a few somewhere.
The Obsessive Compulsive part of my brain started kicking in. Three. Its an odd number. Dont move, dont make a sound, dont breathe. Wait until the even numbers. then breathe. It will be good luck.
SMACKK!
"foooooooooour..thank you Siiiiiiir" breathe. breathe. breathe. Dont move. Keep your hands still. Next ones odd, so dont breathe.
Thwaaaaaaap!!
"five. Five. Five. OWWWW! it hurts. Five Sir."
wait..I breathed. I gasped. I made noise. Damn. Im gonna be unlucky forever. Say three Hail Marys.
"thank you Sir!" I almost forgot. That could have been painful!
My plan went out the window at that point. Well, we were outside, so I guess it flew up in the air and across the golfcourse. But regardless. I had 19 still to go and I had no plan. Just grit my teeth and bear it.
Smaaaaack. Thwaaaaaap.
I made it to 24. Said thank you and counted each one. I was so proud of myself. I climbed off the branch, wiped the mascara from under my eyes, tucked the stray hair behind my ears, and actually smiled. He hugged me, turned me around again, and firmly rubbed my butt "to get the sting out" he said.
"OK. Now there's another set of 24" and he began to push me across that branch again.
"shit. you're serious?". I looked at him. My mouth open and my fight or flight instinct beginning to kick in again. I wondered if I could make it across that field.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo" My six year old inner child was back, and this time she was staying.
Safeword. Safeword.
"I've forgotten the safeword, but I wanna use it" I yelled.
Too late, he held me down and started thwapping me again. I needed that safeword. But I needed to count what he was giving me or Id get more! Damn!
"One, tha..aa..ank you Siiii..Ssssiiiir!!" At least I wasnt earning those extra six. Wait! Even if I earned an extra 200, he couldnt give me them if I used the safeword.
"Siiiiiiiiiiiir. wait. Ive forgotten the safeword. But I want to use it. NOW"
"safeword. safeword. safeword" I yelled. was that enough to convince him?
THwaaaaaaaaap!
Nope.
"Arrrrrrrgh!!. stopppp...I really really mean it. Thats four, thank you Sir. I dont want this anymore! tell me the safeword"
"Of course you can remember it. Think of St Patricks Day"
"sevennnnnn!! Thank you Sir. PARADES!!" I hoped that was it. Wasnt parades. Not leprechauns. Not green eggs and ham. Not pots of gold under rainbows. And I guess he thought I was just messing him around, and not serious about wanting him to stop. He kept going.
WHACKKKK
Owwww! "eleven Sir, thank you...Green Beer??" I was clutching at straws now.
"No, not green beer. Think of what people wear on St Patricks Day"
Thwwwwwwwwap!
Owwww. OW OW OW OW OW!!
"clothes!!!!!!! 14 thank you Sir!" Actually. this was kind of a fun game. I was distracting myself from the swats by trying to remember the safeword. Only 10 more to go. But it HURT!! safeword safeword safeword.
SMAAAAAAAACK!!
"SHAMROCK" I got it! Yeah!!!
He got the 15th swat in before I yelled it, so it wasnt his fault. I thanked him and counted anyway.
He stopped. He reached over and pulled up my panties and trousers while I just lay there and tried to get my breath back. When I peeled myself off that wood I felt really bad. I had asked for that spanking. encouraged it. made plans for it to happen. And I chickened out. I am such a pussy. What kind of grown woman cant take a spanking, and see it through til the end without using a safeword?
I was almost going to ask him to finish the 24. I had opened my mouth and was about to ask. honest.
"You know, I was planning on giving you four sets of 24 in total"
I closed my mouth again.
"you were?"
"Oh yes. Thats the most effective way. One day, Ill give you all four sets. You should be crying after 2 sets, thats 48. (as if I couldnt count). Then you should get the same again, to drive the point home"
"But..Im sorry. I really wasnt planning on us doing this today, Im sorry if you feel I wasted your time. I hadnt prepared for it. I would have been happy just meeting for coffee and talking. I feel bad that I safeworded now, but I really dont want anymore. Im sorry"
I wasnt sure what I was apologising for. I hadnt made him any promises. He couldnt expect me to trust him and be comfortable enough to allow him to completely control the spanking the first time, right?
"Its alright. Really. This meeting has been more than I expected, and Ive loved every minute of it, even if I hadnt given you so much as a swat"
That made me feel better. I hugged him, careful not to get my make-up on his coat, but close enough that it was a proper hug.
We started walking back down to the road towards the station, when a shout came loudly..
"FORE"
We just looked at each other and laughed. Great timing. Seems the golfcourse had been in use after all.
He's coming back up next week. I dont know yet, whats going to happen, but Im not ruling anything out.
By Amy
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