Spank Me

Fantasies are commonplace in sex. We do and think of things we would never do in real life. Sometimes, it’s the forbidden aspect that makes it all the more exciting. 

Sometimes, I find myself looking back into my sexual past. I remember a peculiar time when I was 18. I was to all intents and purposes a woman by then. I was of legal age, and fully aware of my body, what it liked and its power over others. Sometimes it was difficult to persuade people that I really was 18. Being short, and having tiny boobs didn’t help. It never quite got to the stage of having to show my driver's license, but it felt close a few times. 

I remember a period when I thought, “Fuck it…if you can’t lose it, use it.” I discovered that pretending to have an innocence that had long departed really made sex interesting for a girl who had already done so much. 

And that feeling is still with me today. 

Every morning, by the time I wake up, Miss Brain has already been hard at work. She has measured the oestrogen, progesterone and testosterone in me (yes, girls produce a small amount of testosterone) and decided how horny I would feel today. She then looks at that and works out not just that I feel horny, but what type of horny….and yes, I have many shades of horniness. She doesn’t tell me. Oh no, that would be far too simple. Instead, she wordlessly makes me choose the ‘right’ clothing until I am dressed suitably for how I feel…or maybe how I will feel later. 

So, as usual, I woke up, peeled the moist panties from me and had an invigorating pulse shower which woke me up nicely. I resisted the temptation to rub off, as something told me that would happen later. Then it was the usual wander through the clothing. Sometimes, I wear Emily’s underwear….the stuff she doesn’t take with her….just for the eroticism of it. Today, I found myself in her undies drawer and attracted by a very ordinary, plain pair of grey panties. Pulling them on felt….I don’t know….slightly strange. Why these pair?  Why not something with some history? Maybe a pair I had fucked her in? But no….these little used, boring almost school-type undies. The sort a girl might wear when she is transitioning from the high-waisted panties to something more…grown up. A matching bra followed. White t shirt, blue pleated skirt. 

Fully dressed, I gazed at myself in the mirror and sighed. Well….this isn’t going to attract anyone! How wrong I was! Allan is coming round at 11:00 to fit some kick-ass speakers to my home cinema. However, when I let him in, his eyes roamed over my body and he lost the power of speech for a few moments. I helped him carry the speakers in and left him to it when he connected them and did some kind of sound test. 

Over a light lunch he explained that these speakers could test the room they were in and adjust themselves. Much of it went over my head, but since it’s his trade, obviously he understood it and more than that, loves every technical detail of it. So much so, I almost missed it when, in the middle of a sentence about harmonic feedback he said “…you’ve no idea how much I want to spank you right now.” 

Allan and I don’t tend to do ‘pain’. That’s an Emily and me thing. He has never asked before, and I have never asked him to spank, whip, drop hot wax on me….nothing like that. Oddly though, Miss Brain was way ahead of me. I realised that being bent over his knee was exactly what I wanted….or rather, what I needed. 

I led him to a kitchen chair and he sat down. I arranged myself over his knee, and I felt the palm of his hand over my skirt. Then it lifted and I felt an ineffectual tap on my bum. I also felt something beginning to press against my tummy! He was already getting hard. Then next slap was harder…much harder, but the skirt absorbed most of it. Carefully, almost innocently, he lifted my skirt over my back exposing the grey panties and I finally felt a firm slap on my bum….and another…and another. 

I noticed he was breathing deeply and his hardness was really something! Then, he stopped. I know when to speak and I know when to shut the fuck up too. Clearly he wanted to say something, and equally clearly, he didn’t quite know how to say it. Eventually, “Anna…I don’t know why, but I really want to….umm….well…..go for it….you know….to actually….hurt you…just a bit.” 

Oh Allan. If only you knew what was happening between my legs. I was literally dripping, and as for my clit…..  He gently eased my panties down, over my bum and he must have seen the stains in the crotch. Then I felt a full-on smack. It stung like a bitch, and I loved it. 

Another followed and another…..and it brought back a memory. 

My dad had only ever physically disciplined me once. I was 14, and I admit, I went through a brief but very rebellious couple of months when I was a complete bitch. His study was always off-limits and by invitation only. I loved it in there…the smell of the leather furniture and that this space was his. It was special being invited in there. He also had two large curved computer monitors. He had shown me, briefly, how he used them for his business, but being a cheeky little cunt, I had seen him type in his password. I knew how to unlock his system.

This particular day, I’d crept in there and sat at his desk, let myself into the system and stared at the screens. I didn’t touch a thing, and I shut it down properly. Unfortunately for me, his system keeps track of when people log on to it. It didn’t take him but a few seconds to know it was me. He told me how disappointed he was, and how let down…and how angry. That’s when he bent me over his knee and walloped me five times on my panties. I remember crying, apologising, and being very upset that I’d lost his trust. But that event stuck with me.

Allan was breathing really hard now, and I was desperate for relief myself. Another slap….a really hard one, and his fingers remained on me, and slipped between my legs and inside me, accompanied by a groan from him. I realised he had cum in his pants, and it sent me over too. 

For a while, we just stayed there….his finger deep inside me, and me feeling his cock slowly subside. 

Cleaning up was fun. Allan, like his brother, cums heavily. As I knelt before him and peeled his underpants down, he was covered in semen. So much for a girl to lick off. This got him hard again, and I got ‘seconds’. Hmmm…. ‘Seconds’. As I sucked him off, I realised just how ‘sub’ I am. I adore being spanked, and it’s something we will work on and refine. I enjoy pain. There…I’ve said it. Pain is sexual for me. My nipples are pierced with tiny little studs through them, and I have thought of a clit piercing too…as much for having a complete stranger peering between my spread legs as anything else. Painful? Of course it is! I know two girls who have done it. One passed out. Both say that it’s the most erotic thing they’ve ever done. While I do like pain, I don’t want to do anything that might damage my lovely clit. I’ll have to think about that a bit more. 

Allan surprised me though. After he had cum in my mouth and we were rearranging our clothing he said “Would you spank me one day?” Now that should be interesting. Allan has a strong feminine side. Does he want to dress up and have me spank him as a girl…or does he want me to do it as he is? 

The journey of discovery continues.