It’s been a long time since I’ve graduated from high school, and I’ve long since lost track of many of the friends that I had during that time. I was never the nostalgic type, so keeping in contact simply didn’t appeal to me. Plus, I was never that popular, anyway, so I expected that none of my former acquaintances would take much of an interest in knowing how to find me. My more recent excursions into perversity gave me all the more reason to expect my old schoolmates to keep me at arm’s length.
So, I never went to any reunions, or belonged to any kind of organization that would make finding me an easy task. I lived well off of the radar. I found it quite surprising, therefore, when I got an email from an old classmate that wanted to meet up and reacquaint herself with me. I wasn’t sure how she got my address, though I figured a simple search may have found it, since I use my real name for everything.
So, I now sit across the table from this former cheerleader that sat next to me in my homeroom class in my senior year of high school. She’s as lovely as I remember her, and I’ve had plenty of reason to hold her in my memories. She was a crush that I had hidden for quite some time, and had even fantasized about. I sometimes wonder how different things may have been between us if I had found my assertive and Dominant side while I was still young, rather than in my thirties.
We share some small talk, asking each other about relationships and what we did after graduation. I balk, however, when she asks me what I’ve been up to lately. Yes, I sputter out a few quick answers about my job and family, but it’s quite obvious that I’m holding something back. She senses this, and tries to push to get me to open up, but I’m not certain about how she’ll react to knowing my kinkier side, since I was always the quiet one in my school days. I don’t want to ruin this nice dinner by bringing up something that spoils her view of me.
However, she’s quite persistent, and after a bit more pressuring, I cave in and reveal my spanking endeavors. To my surprise, she doesn’t seem repulsed by it. She actually leans in a bit closer when I finally mention it, ready to hear what I have to say. After listening to my full story, she reveals that she actually found my email on my spanking blog, which she stumbled upon by accident. She was actually intrigued by the idea, though she’s never actually been spanked, herself.
Well, I’ve never been the type to let an opportunity pass me by, especially when it involves the possibility of making a dream come true. With a wry smile, I tell her that if she’s curious about what I do, then I could always offer to give her a quick sample, so that she might be able to understand the attraction that so many feel towards a warm bottom. It’s a shot in the dark, but if knowing that I’m a spanker hasn’t scared her away, then perhaps she won’t be frightened off by such a bold move on my part.
As if trying to shock me with her willingness, she leans forward and asks if I’m going to take her someplace more private, or spank her in the middle of the restaurant like I’ve done with other girls. I smile at the obvious reference to some of my spanking exploits, but reply that I don’t live very far from here. If she trusts me enough to be alone with me, I suggest that my home is far more comfortable than a restaurant restroom or the backseat of my car. She agrees, and I pay the bill on the way out the door to my car.
As we enter my home, I escort her into the living room and offer to make her a drink. She asks for some soda, and then makes herself comfortable on my couch. I quickly fix a pair of drinks before returning and taking a seat beside her. As she sips at the refreshing beverage, I ask her if she’s really ready for this, and remind her that this is the last chance that she’ll have to back out. She insists that she’s too curious to back down, and says that she and her bottom are ready.
With a grin, I take the drink from her hand and place it on the coffee table. I then slip my arm around her waist and pull her towards me, letting her ease into position across my knees with her bottom raised enticingly. She starts to breathe a bit deeper when she’s put over my knee, a bit expectant and anxious about what’s going to transpire. I try to quell her fears, though, softly massaging her upturned bottom to prepare her for the next step.
The spanking begins with slow and steady swats, just barely enough for her untouched bottom to feel a light sting. She squirms slightly as the sensations reach her, though she puts up no fight for the gentle play. Once she’s feeling more comfortable in this position, I slowly start to pick up the pace, landing firmer and faster strokes, though still within the lightest spankings possible. I’m not going to blister a newbie on her first trip over my lap.
Her body writhes softly against the series of spanks, showing no signs of obvious distress. I pause, though, rubbing her bottom tenderly while I check on her reactions to make sure that she’s alright. As if to give me the green light, though, she looks over her shoulder and asks if this is when her jeans and panties have to come down. I chuckle, telling her that it doesn’t have to be, but that it sounds like a good idea. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she pulls herself up off of my lap. She slides down her jeans and panties, and then places her freshly bared bottom back over my knee.
Her derriere is exactly how I had imagined it. I cup the soft cheeks in my palms, enjoying the heat and touch against my fingers. This, however, is not what I’m here to do. Wishing that I could sit there and fondle her forever, I know that I have to move on to bigger things. My hand finally pulls away from her supple flesh, and then descends again in a firm swat.
She gasps at the sudden sensation of palm striking bare bottom, but she manages to let the feeling sink in without struggling. The spanking is a bit harder, now, and more intense. As the sting builds, she finally loses her control and starts to squirm back and forth with the swats. She does not fight, though, and takes the rising crescendo of spanks like a veteran.
I give her one more pause, letting the sensations sink in while I rub away some of the sting. She moans as I squeeze her pink skin, pushing her bottom up into the contact. With this last bit of encouragement, I decide to end her initiation with a grand finale. My hand rises back up above my shoulder once more, then blurs in a sudden hail of vicious spanks to her unprepared bottom. She kicks and squeals from the immediate onslaught, but keeps her place on my lap. This flurry of spanks only lasts for a few moments, though, before they end as abruptly as they began.
Basking in the afterglow, I massage her tender tush while she takes it all in. This is so very new to her, yet she does not seem angered or sorrowful about her treatment. A weak smile crosses her lips as my fingers stroke her bottom affectionately. After a few moments, I ask her how she liked it, and she replies that it was something that she felt she could grow to enjoy.
It is late in the day, though, and she has other engagements to see to. Exchanging promises to keep in touch, and to do this again soon, we say our goodbyes and I walk her back out to her car. I feel a bit of regret, though, as I watch her drive away. Thinking of when we were both in high school, I wonder how differently things would have turned out if I had found my Dominant side back then.
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