The best of the kinky rest – 5: Her first spanking

Wanda’s blog, “My Journey”, is one of my favourites. Many of you will know that she’s a really good writer, with a great imagination, from her occasional comments here. An entry from April is next up in our sequence of posts we’ve enjoyed recently from other blogs, describing her first spanking:

Seriously, after Friday night, I’ve vowed to be the best behaved person on the entire planet, for the rest of my life.

… We got home, and I went straight to the bedroom as instructed, and sat on the edge of the bed, wringing my hands worriedly. I’m pretty sure I sat there forever. Literally. A million and one thoughts were going through my head. I had no idea what to expect, or how much it was going to hurt, or anything (I’d never ever been spanked before in my life!).

He proceeded to give her a long lecture:

It ended with a simple question, “Do you understand why you need to be punished?”

I understood. I did, and I told him so. “Why?” he asked.

He’s good! Wanda gave a rambling reply. He responded:

“Good. Well, as long as you understand,” he said. “Now strip.”

I looked at him blankly. “Do what?”

“Strip,” he said. “Now.”

I didn’t really know what to do, so I did as I was told. I slowly removed all of my clothing, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of him as he sat on the bed, and I was stark naked.

“I know that this is the first time you’ve ever been spanked, so we’re going to start out slowly. Don’t expect this type of warm-up every time,” he said. He then guided me across his lap and positioned me how he wanted. I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life. There I was, naked and ass-upturned, across the lap of the man I love (something I had thought about many times before) and my mind was swimming.

A hand-spanking follows, before:

He finally stopped and stood me up, and my hands flew back to try and rub away the sting. “Get your hands away from there!” he barked. I stopped. It was at this point that I noticed the positioning of the pillows on the bed. “Lay across those,” he said. “You’ve seen enough pictures and videos to know what to do.”

I laid down with my hips atop the pillows and buried my head in another pillow. I heard something and my head whipped around. I was right. He was unbuckling his belt. I started panicking right then and there. “This is my first time! You can’t use THAT!!!!!!” “I can, and I will,” he said.

“I want to make sure that we don’t have to have this particular discussion again,” he said.

The end of the account is truly lovely. After it was over:

He stopped and stood me up, holding me at arms length for a moment before enveloping me in his arms.

I sobbed into his chest, apologizing for my behavior and swearing to never curse again, ever. He stroked my hair, and my back, shushing me and whispering reassurances of his love for me. I’ve never felt so loved, so taken care of, so whole, in my life.