The story you are about to read is a true story of a couple’s first attempt at a real spanking, the people and places in this story have been changed to protect their identity.
It is a cold wintery morning, snow falling on the ground with the wind howling as it whips around the house. Both husband and wife shudder when they hear the wind rattle the kitchen window as they sit quietly across from each other both afraid to approach the subject of what they agreed to a week ago.
Holding the coffee cup in my hand I am looking across the table at Bobbie, “You remember what today is don’t you?” She lifts her head up looking at me as if I just sprouted two heads and then ignores me, turning back to staring at her coffee. Pressing the issue once more,“You get your first real spanking remember? We agreed to it a week ago?”
With fire in her eyes, she snaps her head towards me like a dragon blowing fire and sarcastically says, “No shit Sherlock! Yes I know what is going to happen, I was there remember?” As she rolls her eyes to the heavens, speaking unintelligently then turns her attention again back to her coffee.
I am intently studying the many emotions alternating across Bobbie’s face. She reminds me of a ship caught in a raging storm tossed around as the giant waves hit the ships hull. She wanted to be anywhere but here.
With a loud sigh, I ask. “So then Bobbie, talk to me. What is going on in that head of yours? You have to be feeling something. So talk.”
Bobbie, starting to get frantic, loudly said, “Nothing is wrong ok? Let’s just not talk about it.”
“What do you mean nothing? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that you are getting upset, so talk.”
She now realizes that I am not going to let this go. With a defeated look she said, “I just know that I am going to hate it. You are going to hit me so hard that I am going to cry and you know how much I hate crying.”
“What makes you think that I am going to hit you so hard and why do you think you’re going to cry? If you are going to be that upset about it then we don’t have to do this. We can go the alternative way that we talked about already. I can take your books and computer away whatever way you want to go sweetheart.”
“No, I promised you that I would do it and I know how much you are looking forward to it, so I am going to do it. I don’t want you to hate me because I backed down”
“It is not about me, nor is it about you, it’s about us, and I won’t hate you if we don’t do it. If you are going to get sick over it then I don’t want to do it”
She wipes a couple of tears from her face with her hand. “I just want it to be fun you know? I don’t want this to be serious”
“We already talked about this; we both agreed this was the only way to find out if this is going to work for us. The whole purpose of this is to see if we can apply it to meet our needs. Not for you to get so upset, that you are going to get sick over it. It is not worth it to see you in such misery.”
“But I feel like a complete failure and that I disappointed you”
Running my hand through my hair not ever thinking it would go this bad. “No you’re not disappointing me. I gave you the choice on how you wanted to do it. You said that you would take this spanking. This is not written in cement. We don’t have to do this.”
Bobbie gets up, walks away from the table, and goes to the bedroom leaving me alone in the kitchen with my feelings of where it went all wrong and why she was so despondent.
After running it through my head, I couldn’t figure out what happened how I lost control of this, or if I even have control. Last night she was pumped up about this, she said she could do this and thought that it just might help our relationship and this morning she gets all freaky. She is acting as if she is going to face the firing squad. I push myself away from the table and walk into the bedroom to find her lying on the bed with tears in her eyes.
I lay next to her, stroking her back and rubbing the tense shoulder and neck muscles speaking softly “honey I don’t want to do this. It is hurting me more watching you be miserable than anything else.”
Bobbie turns so she can look at me with a weak smile and said, “I have to try it. Yes, I am scared and I don’t know how I will handle it. I am sure it is going to go very badly for you no matter what you do”
Laughing and talking she starts to relax more and then I tell her it’s time. As I sit in the middle of the bed, I pat my lap just waiting for her to come to me, she crawls to me, climbs over my lap and grabs one of the pillows to bury her face in the pillow.
I rub her back just taking my time watching her, she relaxes a bit and then I tell her that we are going to start. I take the hairbrush and quickly spank her 10 times. By the fifth swat, she starts to cry and at the seventh spank, she rockets off my lap telling me that I hit her too hard but the amazing thing was that she got back into position so we could finish the rest of the spanking, three more spanks and we were done. I tossed the brush across the bed, held her, and told her it was over and that she did well.
After she calmed down we went out to dinner and neither one of us mentioned what went on a couple of hours ago. But the next day over coffee, we talked about it and she told me that she has come to terms with it, she didn’t like it, but will do it again if nessery.
As we all know, this is not the end but only the beginning.