As the weekend neared I became more anxious, filled with butterflies and finally the day arrived. While I sat there waiting for time to pass, I blogged on MySpace:
Today’s the day I’ve waited so long for and I’m sitting here with my stomach in
knots, trying to figure out what makes someone want to be over another’s knees
getting spanked? 
I
don’t know … I can’t put my finger on it, but I know it’s a craving so many
people feel. And it was so liberating to me to find out how many people do enjoy
spanking and to be able to freely talk about it without feeling judged. I’m not
a weirdo or sicko any more!
The Top I’ve met is a really nice man. Talked all about my limits and setting up my safe word. He has that aura of authority and I know I'll be in very good hands!
I want
to thank all the many spankers and spankees I have met here on MySpace, reading
your stories or blogs and answering any questions I have has given me confidence
to press on with this. I can only hope that today truly does prove to be the
start of a whole new world that many of you get to enjoy on a regular basis.
So for those who are regular spankees ... you know what I'm feeling and for
those who haven't had the pleasure, but want it as bad as I do ... hang in there
-- it has been two years since I started my search ...
I'll write more about it later ... for now I'll try to calm my nerves and sharpen my best "bratting" skills for a fun and memorable day!
Before I knew it, it was time to go. Afterwards I couldn’t wait to email Doc and I sent him this:
Oh Doc ... it was a fabulous first time.
I was so nervous. I went over to his place and he could sense right away that I
was nervous, so we talked for a while and then he said it was time. I felt very
awkward initially getting over his knee, but once I got settled in, it all began
to happen. Of course he said the magic word, "Ready?" and the brat in me quickly
answered, "No!" with lots of laughter. He then began to spank my bottom with
this hand, gosh what a wonderful feeling. His smacks were steady and with each
one I kept thinking, this is good ... this is nice. I felt more turned on, than
pain. He then switched to a paddle with a round head ... it actually reminded me
of a tinker-toy, on a larger scale and it was solid wood. Owwie, that one stings
-- but after the first one or two whacks ... it was strange, I started giggling
and then couldn't stop with each whack. I found out Tops don't always appreciate
giggling and the whacks became a bit harder -- smile. He then proceeded to spank
with a hair brush (painful? … nah, his brush was too soft) and a different type
of paddle, solid wood, that was good.
He was extremely cautious with me since it was the first time, constantly
checking my bottom, rubbing it and checking with me to make sure I was OK. I was
having a good time ... smile. The spanking didn't hurt like I thought it would
(this changed at the very end) and I was enjoying it. We stopped for a bit and
he put lotion on me to make sure I wasn't bruising or breaking skin – ahhhh,
very nice.
(Conclusion on next page)