kate had told me she wanted to be spanked hard; but that can be a challenge for two people who have never met before. We had one advantage in that we would have two evenings together, but even so, how far could we go on the first night?
Intense spankings require a trusting relationship. There is a place for that smidgeon of doubt as to whether the top is going to take the punishment beyond the bottom's limits, but in general the bottom must have confidence that she may safely place her well-being in the top's hands. Conversely, the top must be sure that the bottom isn't likely to freak out after a scene that she said she wanted. In this report I describe how we negotiated that first hard spanking.
Put yourself in my shoes. You’ve been corresponding with a delightful woman and she wants you to spank her. If you have enough insight, skill, and luck, you can spank until she runs out of bottom . . . by which I mean, until she's got as much damage (bruising or whatever) as is appropriate. If you've played your cards right, when you tell her “it's time to stop” she will squeal “No!!!”
Houston, November 30, 2005
I'm packed. Let's see, camera, toothbrush, bathbrush, paddle, rope. kate has told me she'd like to have a hard spanking, like a punishment for the mistakes she's made (she doesn't tell me just what they were). I say, fine, we've got two evenings. On Thursday we can party in my hotel room and I'll give her an erotic spanking so we can start out low risk. Then on Saturday I'll go over to her place and give her the hard spanking she wants.
Indianapolis, Thursday, December 1, 2005
I am just tossing my suitcase onto the bed in my hotel room. My cell rings; it's kate, in the lobby.
I go down and immediately recognize her. Her colorful hair, elegant tats, and overall air of funky chic are striking. In this drab business-oriented hotel she stands out like Cleopatra at a Tupperware party. She's wearing a pretty top, sexy jeans, and shoes . . . I'm sure she's wearing some kind of shoes . . . I guess I wouldn't make much of a fashion reporter . . . She's beautiful, what can I say?
We sit in the lobby and talk. One of my rules is to talk, in public, before we make the final decision of whether or not I am going to spank her. We move to an unpopulated section of the lobby and sit down. “How was your flight,” she asks. “How was your drive,” I ask. She tells me she wants to avoid bruising during my visit because she has a photo shoot scheduled for Sunday. I say I can’t promise she won’t bruise from tonight’s spanking, but I’ll do what I can.
kate is easy to talk with and I am soon at ease, but how is she feeling? Would I be rushing things to suggest we go upstairs to my room? As I debate this question, kate tells me that she'd like the hard spanking today. I take this as an indication that she feels ready to begin.
Once we are in my room, I sit on the bed and take her over my lap. I want to warm her up with some nice butt rubbing and light smacking over her jeans. This runs into a complication as every time I squeeze her ass she giggles . . . she's ticklish in a way that's new to me. I want to squeeze and caress her butt and this throws me off balance; I try to squeeze higher or lower and continue the smacking. These giggles weren’t in my fantasies, but it's still fun.
After a few minutes I have her stand and take off her blouse and jeans. Then it's back over my lap for more ass massage (with giggles now and then) and more smacking over her panties. I stand her up again and take off her top.
Like so many spanking encounters, this evening I give kate several spankings, first over my lap and then tied over the bed. The over-the-knee spankings take place in three stages, which are described in the four pages that follow (one for each spanking and one for the after-discussion).
Afterward, kate drove back to Bloomington and I stayed in Indianapolis. When I returned to my hotel room after dinner I found this message on the phone:
Hi doc, it's kate, I just wanted to call and leave you a message thanking you, and to let you know that every single time I go over a bump, my rear hurts so bad!
It was wonderful . . . and the best spanking was still to come, two days later.
The pages below include description and commentary as well as sound files. When you listen to the audio clips, be aware that the microphone was lying on the bed near her head, so her voice sounds much closer (and louder) than my voice or the smacking sounds.
There’s a nice touch here that’s worth catching. If you listen closely you can hear the sound of sheets rustling as she struggles unsuccessfully to escape the pain.
That wasn't the end of our evening, but that's all I'm going to post now. I will say that afterward I tied her up and, yes, spanked her more, avoiding the parts of her ass that were most raw, not as hard, and now for pleasure more than punishment. My camera battery was running low so the photo is a little funky, but it will give you the general idea of how her bottom looked at the end of this series.
Reflections
This encounter demonstrates beautifully the control that each of us exerts.
kate had absolute control over whether we played together at all, and at any point she was at liberty to stop the encounter. She responded to my probes, indicating that things were going well and that it was fine to spank her harder, and her body language and her ahhs and ohhs, her ouches (and how many different flavors of ouch there are!) all egged me on.
Beyond that she had no control.
It was up to me to satisfy her desire for punishment. I controlled how long I would spank her, how hard, with what implement, in what position, and wearing what clothing. I decided whether to tie her down, restrain her with my body, or leave her free. However I chose, I had to take her to the place she wanted to go.
These are the contrasting powers of top and bottom. The bottom can say stop or go. The top has to create the magic that the bottom seeks.
This was a warmup day, and the more severe and exciting spanking would be coming a couple of days later. But this beginning was very good.