This story is based upon a real experience of mine. Enjoy!
My fingers trembled as I slowly pushed the numbers on the phone. I was nervous and I was scared. This was new to me and I thought I wanted it. However, I also knew that wanting and doing were two completely different things.
I'd had two earlier experiences that did little for me other than fuel my secret desires. In both situations, I left frustrated and unsated. I knew exactly what I wanted and the two men didn't even come close to my expectations. Of course, I was too scared and apprehensive to really tell them what I was really looking for. So, I kept searching. Someone was bound to do it right.
One morning while I was at work, I saw his ad in the local rag paper. It sounded exciting so I called the number and left a nervous message. The rest of the day at work was very uneventful and I had almost forgotten about leaving the message until I got home that evening.
The minute I entered my apartment I saw the answering machine blinking. Someone had left a message and my mind raced back to the ad. "I wonder if that's him," I thought. I pushed the button and a moment later a deep male voice filled the air.
"Hello, my name is Jeffery and I believe you left a response to an ad I placed. I'd really like to talk with you if you're still interested. I'll be home after six tonight and looking forward to your call."
I quickly penciled down the number he left and glanced at my watch. It was only 5:15. I'd have to wait nearly an hour.
My heart was racing and I felt that familiar sensation deep down in my stomach, a combination of fear and excitement. Questions flooded my mind. What should I say? What if he wanted to do it tonight? Would I be safe? Should I do it? The memories of my earlier experiences flashed before my eyes. "Yes," I thought. "I was going to do it." This time though, I was going to tell him what I really wanted. Somehow, deep inside, I knew it was going to be something special.
Shortly after the appointed time, I reached for the phone. My hands shook slightly as I dialed the number and my mouth went dry. Suddenly, his phone rang. By the third ring I was beginning to think he wouldn't answer and silently prepared a message for his machine.
My heart skipped a beat when he picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Oh, hi," I managed to say. "Is this Jeffery?"
"Yes," he answered calmly.
"Well . . . ah . . . ," I stuttered. "I . . .uh . . . My name is Robert and you left a message for me today."
"Oh yes," he said, remembering the message. "How are you?"
"Well, to be honest," I said. "I'm nervous as hell."
He laughed. "I can understand that, I suppose," he said calmly. "No need to be, I won't bite."
"I'll try to remember that," I said, as my blood pressure started returning to normal.
"So, Robert," he began. "Just what are you looking for?"
"I saw your ad and it sounded interesting," I replied. "So, I thought I'd respond." My blood pressure shot back up instantly.
"I'm glad you did," he said reassuringly. "Have you had any experience with this sort of thing?"
"A little," I admitted. "When I was fourteen, I did it to my best friend once. It wasn't really hard or anything, but I liked it. Since I moved here I've tried to experience more and I've done it to one other guy."
"Have you ever received?" he asked.
"Yes, two times," I replied.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"Sure," I said truthfully. "But neither time ended up being what I really wanted."
"I see," he said. "Just what exactly are you wanting to do?"
Here was the moment of truth and I decided to tell him everything. "Well," I began. "I've been fascinated by spankings since I was probably ten years old. I don't know why, but I am. I'm looking for someone who will spank me where you build up to my limit and then ease off, only to take me back to my limit. I want it to last a while, so you would have to take me to my limit and then back off over and over again."
"I see," he said.
"I want someone that will respect my limits and yet, expand them. They shouldn't leave any lasting marks either." I explained.
"Sounds interesting," he said. "Can you tell me a little about yourself?"
"I'm twenty years old, six feet tall and weigh around 160 pounds," I explained. "I'm kind of tall and thin. I've got light brown hair, green eyes, and a mustache. I'm also told that I'm fairly attractive."
"Are you gay, straight, or what?" he asked.
"Gay," I said. "But, I'm not necessarily looking for anything _s_e_x_ual, just the spanking."
"OK," he said. "How about role playing?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "I've never done any fantasy scene's before. All I've done is straight spanking sessions. I guess I wouldn't object to trying one though."
"Actually," he said. "I can do that but, I prefer not to. It isn't something that I need."
"That's good," I said.
"Let me tell you a little about myself," he said. "I'm in my early forties, have light brown hair and weigh about twenty pounds more than you do. I'm also gay and have lots of experience spanking and being spanked. However, I do prefer spanking. Anything _s_e_x_ual, beyond the spanking, depends totally on mutual chemistry. _s_e_x_ isn't necessary as part of a scene."
"Sounds like we have similar interests," I said.
"Sounds like it," he agreed. "Now I start with a long warm-up, pants up and work my way from there. One thing though, you will end up bare bottom and I'll probably use a variety of implements. Do you have any experience with implements?"
"Some," I said. "A belt, razor strap, and several types of paddles. But, my favorite is a bare hand. It just seems more intimate that way."
"Ok," he said. "Any favorite positions?"
"I don't have a lot of experience with different positions," I said. "Mainly over the knee. But, I am open to others."
"Good," he said. "I like that position too. However, I may use others as well."
"That would be OK," I said.
"Well . . . ," he said. "Would you like to get together?"
"Sure," I answered honestly.
"How about tomorrow night, say about seven?" he suggested.
"That works for me," I said and quickly scribbled the directions to his house.
After work the next day I rushed home, took a shower and prepared to meet Jeffery. That feeling in my stomach returned with a vengeance and I suppressed the urge to just stay home. Deep down inside however, I was really looking forward to the evening.
Shortly after seven I knocked on his door. I expected him to be ugly as hell and was greatly surprised to see this great looking man standing there when the door opened.
"You must be Robert," he said with a smile.
"Jeffery?" I asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yes," he said, sticking his hand out.
"Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand.
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable," he said.
I slowly stepped into the old house and immediately noticed the antiques. The house was full of them. He pointed toward the livingroom and followed me after closing the door.
"You have a nice ass," he said.
Blushing a little, I said, "thanks."
"Perfect for spanking," he added.
Again I blushed.
"Have a seat while I get something for us to drink," he said. "Would you like some beer or wine?"
"I'd prefer ice water if you don't mind," I said. "I still have to drive home tonight."
"No problem," he said and left the room.
I took a few deep breaths after he left. My heart was pounding and my palms started sweating from nervousness. I was scared to death. In a moment of panic I almost got up and ran out of his house. The only reason I didn't is that he came back into the room carrying two glasses.
"So," he said. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," I lied, a faint smile spreading across my face.
"No reason to be," he said reassuringly. "We won't do anything you don't want to, OK?"
For the next few minutes we talked about the weather, work, and family trying to get to know each other. He was curious about where I'd moved from, why I moved, and what I thought of my new home. Over time, I started to relax and actually thought I might like the guy.
Twenty minutes after I got there he abruptly changed the topic of conversation.
"So," he said. "Are you going to let me spank you tonight?"
I wasn't expecting the sudden question and wasn't sure how to answer him. "I guess," I said.
"Good," he said, grinning. "Would you like to get started?"
That feeling was back in a heart beat. I almost gagged and didn't say anything.
"Well?" he asked again. "Shall we?"
Gulping, I found my voice, "I guess so."
"Great," he said. "Come here."
I slowly stood up and walked toward him. The feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified as I looked down at him. For a fleeting moment I felt like an errant five-year-old boy. Jeffery motioned for me to get across his knees and helped me find a comfortable position.
"We'll do a little warm up spanking to start things off, OK?" he asked.
"Fine," I answered, not knowing what to expect.
"SLAP" "SLAP" "SLAP" He started, each swat a few seconds apart, but not very hard.
"SLAP" "SLAP" "SLAP" He must have swatted me fifty or sixty times and never hit the same spot twice. He covered my entire butt.
"The warm up is the most important part of the spanking," he explained. "If I do this right, you'll be able to take a lot more and last a lot longer."
I said nothing. However, I did notice the increasing force of each swat. He hit me a little harder each time and in a different place. Before I knew it, my ass was starting to really sting! Suddenly, he stopped and helped me up. I thought he was finished and felt a little disappointed since I was expecting a lot more.
"Are we done?" I asked.
"Of course not," he said. "Just taking a little break. We'll take a number of rest periods before we're done."
"Oh, OK," I said.
We made small talk for a few minutes before he asked, "How are you doing so far?"
"Fine," I said. "I expected a lot more."
"Don't worry," he said. "You'll get everything you want and then some by the time we're finished. Are you ready to continue?"
"OK," I said.
This time as I stood before him, he undid the buttons of my 501's and slid them down to my ankles. "Step out of the pants, please." he said. I kicked my shoes off, stepped out of my jeans and pushed them to the side.
"Same position," he ordered.
I lowered myself down and laid across his lap. The cool air in the room felt good on my bare legs as I adjusted for comfort. My toes worked to provide some leverage on the wooden floor, but failed miserably. Feeling like I was going to slide backwards, I started sliding my legs back and forth trying to find some traction to keep me in place. Jeffery held me in tightly, not letting me get secure footing. All in all, I felt off balance and helpless, which, I'm certain, he planned. With one hand, he took my right arm and held it firmly against the middle of my back. He was making sure I wouldn't move around much.
The swats started again. Like the first time, he placed them all over my ass. Not too hard, but with only the white cotton of my briefs for protection, the sting built quickly. He spanked me like that for about two hundred swats before he stopped. The last fifty or so were a little harder and came a lot faster. Laying there on the receiving end, my impatience grew andI kept hoping that he would really spank me hard. It was like he was teasing me, giving me a taste but not wanting to do it too soon. This time when he stopped, he didn't let me up. He wasn't done yet.
"Now," he said. "I am going to use the paddle to get you used to the feel of it, OK?"
"I guess so," I said with great apprehension.
"THWACK"
The paddle sounded a lot different from his hand. The feeling also intensified a notch or two as he forced it down across my underwear.
"SMACK" "WHACK" "SMACK"
He delivered the swats in rapid fire succession, about one per second. Again the swats weren't too hard, but just enough power behind them to cause a few involuntary jerks of my back side. Once more, he covered every inch of my outstretched ass. This continued for about fifty or sixty swats. I realized that he was getting me ready for more, but I was getting impatient and frustrated. I wanted him to really do it hard. All this warm up was really getting me primed.
Without warning, the swats suddenly got harder. I started wiggling my ass as the sting of each swat begged for a reaction.
"SMACK"
"Ah!"
"THWACK!"
"Ohhhhh!"
"WHAP!"
"Owwwww!"
He had raised the ante quite a bit. My butt was stinging. Then he stopped and quickly helped me to my feet.
"Lets take another break," he said.
I stood there looking down at him dressed only in my T-shirt, briefs and white socks. I didn't want a break. I wanted him to spank me. The front of my briefs were pushed out, hiding my semierect _c_o_c_k_. He had to know I was ready for the real thing. I was getting very frustrated.
Slowly, I turned to sit when he grabbed me by the arm and said, "Let's see if you're red yet." He slipped his thumb under the elastic of my briefs and pulled the fabric down revealing both cheeks. "Oh yes," he murmered. "Nice and red!"
I craned my neck around and to look for myself and was quite surprised with how red my buns actually were. "I am red," I announced, showing my surprise.
"It will get a lot redder than that," he said and started giggling.
"I'll bet," I said, rubbing the exposed skin.
He refreshed our drinks and we talked for a few moments. I was getting very comfortable now and relaxed for the next go round. All the warm up spanking helped to set me at ease with the situation and I realized that I was really enjoying what he was doing to me.
"Now we finish," he suddenly said. "That is, if you are up to it."
I simply nodded my acceptance. This time he slid my underwear down to my feet and I stepped out of them. He motioned for me to take my shirt off and in a moment I was standing before him wearing nothing but my white socks. I saw no point in trying to hide my full state of arousal from his view and kept my arms at my side.
Once again he helped me down across his knees and then picked up the paddle. He gave me a few light taps on my left cheek and then said, "I'll start slow and easy." That feeling suddenly returned to my stomach.
"SMACK" "SMACK" "SMACK"
The swats were once again no more than light taps paced about one second apart. They were coming fairly fast. The sensation started building instantly as each swat landed. This time, he wasn't moving the paddle around and kept swatting the same place. I started wiggling my ass trying to provide a slightly different spot for the paddle to land each time. The sting started getting worse.
Suddenly, he increased the power to his arm and my butt exploded in pain.
"SMACK!"
"Owwww!"
"WHAP!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"THWACK!"
"Oooooohhh!"
Twenty times he pounded my ass with that paddle. Each time searing pain shot through my brain.
"Now for the real thing," he said and laid a swat on me with all his force.
"SMACK!"
"AHHHH!" I screamed, trying to squirm away from the paddle. He held me firmly and hit my ass again.
"SMACK!"
"SHIIIIT!"
"WHACK!"
"_f_u_c_k_!"
"WHOMP!"
"OWWWWW!"
By this time, my legs were flailing in the air and my ass felt like it was on fire! I tried as hard as I could to not yell out. My eyes started to water. He continued slapping my ass with that paddle and at some point, tears started rolling down my face.
"SMACK!"
"Owwww!"
"WHAP!"
"STOP!"
"SMACK!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"SMACK!"
"PLEASE STOP!"
"WHACK!"
"NO MORE!"
"WHOMP!"
"Owwwww!"
He suddenly stopped.
"Please, no more!" I begged.
"It's over son," he said softly. "You can get up."
I slowly slid off his lap and onto my knees. Both hands attempting to rub the fire out in my ass. I just kneeled there for a while trying to collect myself. I hadn't had a spanking like that since I was ten years old and I needed a few minutes.
"GOD _d_a_m_n_," I said, still sniffling. "That hurt!"
"Good," Jeffery said. "Spankings are supposed too!"
"Well it did!" I assured him.
"Was that what you were looking for," he asked, looking me in the eye?
"Exactly!" I said, flashing him a wide grin. "Can we do it again, sometime soon?"