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First Time (Spanking)This is the story of how my life changed completely one evening. This took place several years ago, soon after I left my marriage of 20 plus years. I had known for many years that there was something about D/s that resonated in me. I had discovered the Gor books in the 70's, but had never acted on the feelings that they generated. During the last couple years of my marriage I had started reading BDSM material on the web, but I wouldn't step outside the bounds of my marriage vows, so once again my interest was inactive. I had started seeing a woman soon after we separated, but I had no idea where that relationship was about to take me. Our sexual life together was quite good, but completely vanilla. One evening I found myself at her place. We were watching a movie, and I made some remark to her. I don't remember what, but she started teasing me about what I said in a rather childish way. After a bit, I told her to cut it out, saying that if she continued to act like a child, I'd pull her over my knee and spank her. I said it jokingly, but just saying it had a certain sexual energy. In any case, she didn't stop. Quite the contrary, my remark seemed to spur her on. Once again I warned her that if she didn't stop, I'd spank her. That just spurred her on to truly brat like behavior. I remember thinking, "okay, if that's how she's going to be…". My heart was pounding as I grabbed her and pulled her onto my knee. I truly had no idea how she would react, but I was committed to keeping my word. I'd told her I would spank her, and I was going to. She fought back as I grabbed her, but not hard enough to stop me from getting her onto my lap. And she kicked and squirmed, but she didn't really try to get away. Smack, my palm landed hard on her cheek. Even though she was wearing jeans, it made an impact. I spanked each cheek about 4 times, and when I looked down between her legs, I was shocked to see the wet stain spreading there. In just a minute or so, she had soaked right through her panties, and through her jeans as well. I'd never seen a woman get so aroused, so fast! She wasn't saying anything anymore either, just moaning and whimpering. At that point I realized that I was quite hard as well. As you might guess, clothing was removed about as fast as two humans could manage it, and the sex that followed seemed to include just about every horizontal surface in the apartment. The most descriptive word I can think of is "volcanic". We wound up in her bed, making desperate attempts to catch our breath and with our hearts slowly returning to normal. It was at that point that she burst into tears. A river of tears. Crying, sobbing, going on and on. All I could make out for long minutes were things like "you must hate me", "you think I'm disgusting, don't you", "you think I'm sick" and "please don't leave." All of which couldn't have been further from my mind. Just a few minutes before I'd been thinking that I'd died and gone to heaven. It took just about an hour to calm her down to the point where I could get her to talk. It took another hour to coax the story from her. And a third hour to convince her that not only did I not think any of the things she had been saying, but that the evening had been an amazing revelation to me, a true life changing event. The story, as it emerged, was that some 12 years before, she had been engaged to a man. (boy would be more accurate) A couple of months before the wedding, she had confessed to him some of the deeply hidden fantasies she had, things she had kept buried all her life. Nothing shocking, mostly just spanking and light bondage. Not to him, apparently. His reaction was to get up, call her a slut and a whore, tell her she was the most disgusting human being he had ever met, and walk out of her life. Obviously the scars from that moment went deep. It took a long pent up need, and just the right moment, to allow those desires to surface once again. Fortunately for both of us, they did. When we discovered our mutual interests (it took both of us awhile to believe that someone actually existed outside of our fantasies that was the yin to our yang) we spent the next few months on a mutual exploration of the wonderful world of BDSM. And my life will never be the same.
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