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我工作的这家公司福利不错，常常会组织我们去主题乐园，看赛马和足球比赛：下一次活动是在伦敦顶级酒店举办的晚宴和舞会。我对此并不期待，但是没想到，这将是一段漫长SP关系的起点。
事实上，我痛恨公司组织的这些活动。我不喜欢这样刻意安排的愉快时刻，虽然我觉得同事们也都还不错，不过我宁愿和自己的老朋友一起打发时间。现在我正处于空窗期，对这类晚宴舞会有些畏惧。我知道有些猥琐男人只想把手伸进我的内裤里。他们喝得越多，就越是以为自己是万人迷。晚餐听上去还不错……可之后呢？我打算在舞池里转两圈，去酒吧喝杯酒，然后就溜回房间。
我正在吧台喝酒，寻找着偷偷离开的机会，此时，“他”出现了：“他”是财务部的主管，40多岁，比公司的大多数人都年长。他又高又瘦，对我并不熟悉：我从来没和他说过话。我发现他喝过酒了。虽然没有醉，但他也放下了一贯的冷漠态度，有些口不择言起来。
“知不知道我想和你干什么？”他平静地问我。
“不知道。”我是在撒谎，心里想着：“……肯定是想扒掉我的衣服，去床上做活塞运动。”
“好吧，小姑娘。”他依然冷静：“我希望把你摆在我的膝盖上，狠狠地打你的屁股。”
有那么几秒钟，我以为他发现了我对SP的迷恋。然后，我意识到，我从来没用公司的电脑看过SP的内容（也没有和同事讨论过SP的话题），所以他是不可能知道的。这个开场白的确吸引了我的注意。当然，我假设这只是一次攀谈，可分明感觉到他并不是开玩笑。
我决定报之以卖弄风情是最安全的：“噢，亲爱的，为什么小姑娘要接受惩罚呢？”
“小姑娘的一切行动都表明她不愿意呆在这里。她对和同事相处并不感兴趣，宁愿忘了他们，快点上床睡觉。所以她该趴在我腿上挨打。”
他说得当然没错，和往常一样，我忽然对自己的态度感到内疚起来，但同时甜美的兴奋感也弥漫着我的全身。或许我真的应该挨顿打，让这个夜晚画上圆满的句号。我的下一句话古怪地混合着真诚和精心算计：“对不起。我真的没有想到。呃……如果您觉得我该挨打……那……我是说……那怎么办？您要来我的房间吗？”
他似乎有些吃惊，但仍然强自镇静：“当然。你应该回房间去，等我过来执行处罚。”
这可太不寻常了。通常我对网上认识的男人都十分谨慎，因此我真正的SP经验非常有限。我回到房间，不知道该如何是好，但或许他喜欢扮演“主人”的角色，所以我最好是安静地站着（站在床边？）等待。
他走了进来，关上了门，背对着门站着，神情严肃。我站在床边，假装很羞愧，头略略低着。我的心脏怦怦直跳，兴奋极了。房间里有书桌和椅子，他拉出了椅子：“过来。”他命令着：“过来趴在我腿上，等待惩罚。”
听到这些话，很难解释流遍我全身的颤抖电流。我害怕挨打，但又热爱SP，总是不停地幻想和期盼着真正的SP。我穿着长长的晚礼服，内衣很漂亮，但又布料稀少。虽然我不喜欢这种场合，但也不愿意看上去邋里邋遢的。他并没有要我脱下衣服，因此，当他把我拉倒在腿上时，我仍然穿着长裙。我喜欢趴在他腿上的感觉，如此无助。他按住我的腰，我也喜欢这种亲密感，我的身体开始兴奋起来，期待着即将发生的事。
他开始用手掌拍打着我，可老实说，我真的有点失望：他打得并不太重。我知道自己穿着长裙和内裤，可这些衣服都很薄，真正严厉的SP是可以让我感觉到的。他打了有20下，然后停了下来，命令我站起来。
我的屁股略微有些刺痛，但哪怕是小时候，我挨的打也比这个重。我不知该做出什么反应：这么轻，让我怎么能表现出自己已经学到教训了？可如果说“我有点失望，希望您能再打重一点，非常感谢”，似乎又太古怪了。我真的不知道该怎么说，怎么做。幸运的是，他先开了口。
“恩，你是不是觉得我打得太重了。”
我小心翼翼地遣词造句，好像要走过雷区：“恩，不，事实上我觉得您对我太温柔了。我奶奶打得也比这个重得多。我承认我做得不好，希望受到严厉惩罚。在我家，行为不当总会带来严重的后果。”
他看着我，思考了一会儿，然后回答说：“事实上我并没有权利打你，不管你是不是该打，也不管你怎么想。我可不希望你大哭一场，然后去老板那里告状。”
我知道他有点害怕。要让男人打女人的屁股作为惩罚，这并不容易，即便她表示许可。她只要去报警，他可就免不了牢狱之灾。所以，如果我想实现愿望，少不得要真实与操纵并用。
我提高了声音：“天啊，要是我因为挨打而哭诉，我奶奶可是会大发脾气的。根据她的规矩，全世界的女孩都应该经常挨打。您说的对，我不守规矩，如果您要狠狠地打我的屁股，我可不敢抱怨。”
“我从小就知道，应该光着屁股打。”他谨慎地对我说。我点点头，低下了脑袋，甚至成功地让脸上泛起了红晕。
“所以你承认，应该重重地打你的光屁股？”我再次点头，不过这次红云没有出现，因为我太兴奋了，同时又要努力不显露出来。我知道我有点怪怪的，可我又能怎么办呢？
“很好，那我认为没有理由不好好教训你一顿，但首先要做些准备工作，确保惩罚有效果。我认为你应该脱掉鞋子，穿着那条裙子也很难下手，所以最好还是脱掉。”
我差点兴奋得昏了过去，开始弯下腰，脱起鞋子来。我取下耳环，拉开拉链，让长裙顺着身体滑落到地板上。因为这条礼服很贵，所以我把它捡了起来，挂在衣橱里。我转过身，发现他在盯着我看。我知道自己身材不错，显然他也是这么认为。我的内衣也很贵，但可以算是衣不蔽体，我能够感受到，除了SP之外，他对我还有别的兴趣。
“现在，我要你站到角落去，面对着墙，好好想想我要对你的惩罚。我看到你有把木头的发梳，所以我要征用……这一次一定会让你奶奶满意的。”
穿着内衣站在墙角，是我这辈子最古怪的经历。我很害怕发梳：它会带来接连不断的刺痛，我有点害怕，和往常一样，我很紧张，希望能摆脱这种情绪。我的屁股似乎不同寻常地敏感。我熟悉每一个部分，但奇怪的是，我的胸部也有同样的感觉。我正在奇怪，就听见他说：“过来。我准备好了。”
我走到他身边，而他仍然坐在椅子上。他一言不发，把我的内裤小心地拉了下来，然后让我趴在他膝盖上。这次的惩罚很不一样：他开始用力地拍打着我的一边臀瓣，然后是另一边，然后再换一边。我很早就发现手掌的拍打会让刺痛慢慢升级，但很快就不再有效：我的屁股只是越来越热，这次也是一样。我可以安静地接受惩罚，但只有当他停了下来，我才反应过来自己在挨打。我的屁股很热，也很痛，此时，他告诉我他要用发梳了。
我之前就说过，我害怕挨打，但又十分渴望。这种心情是最糟糕的。发梳这样的工具让我害怕，我知道会很疼的。当然，之后的感觉很妙：当逐渐上升的剧痛停止，但屁股仍然在刺痛时，感觉太好了，然后还可以看到留下的伤痕，这时候，我会感到十分轻松，就像刚刚做了马杀鸡；还有巨大的幸福感，可以持续好几天甚至几个礼拜。但是，现在，我马上要受苦了。发梳的第一下就让我忍不住扭动了一下，之后的几下更糟。他只是快速地拍打着，疼痛很快集聚起来，毫无缓冲的余地。我试图表现得勇敢——真的，但几下之后，我疯狂地扭动着身子。他比看上去强壮得多，轻松地就能把我固定在原地。我再也忍不住了……我开始惨叫起来。我哭叫着，扭动着，而他依然用尽全力拍打着：似乎永无尽头，我不知道自己还能承受多久。忽然之间，一切结束了，他让我滑落在地板上，我躺在那里，捧着屁股抽泣着。他递给我一块手帕，过了一会儿，我擦了擦脸，醒了把鼻涕。然后，我抬头看着他。
毫无疑问，他焦虑得要命，我一下子就看出来了。他显然在担心我会大声叫救命。我知道他需要放心，而我能够想到的唯一办法是吻他。我们两个都站着，而我决定让他更加放心。于是我又吻了一次。他安心了，因为他解开了我的文胸，我也踢掉了内裤。接下来的三个小时火热而令人迷醉——然后我们筋疲力尽地睡着了。
早晨，我们一起下楼吃早餐。那里没有几个同事，遇见的几个似乎是唯一没有喝醉的。我身体上的两个部位让我回忆起昨晚发生的事，我很喜欢，这比醉酒好多了。
吃着早餐，我们聊着天，除了坦白对SP的兴趣之外，还发现我们都住在伦敦近郊的同一个地区。今天是星期六，我们都需要呼吸呼吸新鲜空气，于是约好在家附近的一个公园碰面。来参观汉普顿宫的游客往往会错过灌木公园，但那里很值得去。经过宫殿大门，穿过汉普顿宫路，你就会达到一个美丽祥和的所在。不同的季节，那里会展现不同的风情。
我们见了面，散步时，我们交流了彼此在SP世界中的经历。这些年来，他并没有找到很多女人愿意接受他的爱好，因此只能求助于SP视频。而我告诉了他我对于和聊天室网友见面的恐惧。渐渐地，我们接近了心中的秘密梦想。我以前去过一个可以下载视频的网站。在一段视频中，一位女仆被女主人用桦树枝抽打着。我迷恋桦树枝在空中发出的嗖嗖声，还有它击打在赤裸臀部上的声音。从那个女孩的身体语言中，我能够感受到那种刺痛，她发出低声的哭泣，显然不是装出来的，但看上去比藤鞭要好得多，我开始幻想起自己如何接受桦树枝的惩罚。
走着走着，他突然说：“为什么我们不今天就试试看呢？”
我愚蠢地问他哪里可以弄到桦树枝，他指了指隐蔽的森林花园。那里有很多桦树和柳树，他一言不发地拿出一把瑞士军刀。在这类问题上，男人比女人要勇敢得多，他立刻就开始从树上割下树枝，小心地去除树叶。我们回到车里，根本没人问我们，然后就开车去我家。
我们花了点时间，在互联网上研究怎么制作桦木鞭，但很快，我们就有了两支（相当恐怖）的桦木鞭可供使用。我的两只手在衬衫下面揉擦着屁股：经过前一晚，它还有点痛，而要面对以往的幻想和如今的现实，我有些害怕。
“怎么样？”他问我。
我的胃不舒服起来，身体直冒汗。最后，我用颤抖的声音说着：“很好，好吧。”
他很温柔，拥抱了我一下，抚摸着我的头发，安慰着我，终于，我的勇气又回来了，我又充满了决心。他建议我这次应该完全赤裸。也许你会觉得既然已经上了床，赤裸身体应该没什么大不了的，但是对我来说——还需要相当的勇气。我犹豫了一会儿，但最终开始站在自家的客厅里，脱起了衣服。
我赤裸地站在那里，他把桦木鞭挥舞了几次，建议我躺在沙发扶手上，上身在沙发座位上摆平。他觉得这样可以让我尽可能躺得舒服，而我的屁股……现在已经超级敏感的屁股……也能够特别突出，完美地接受惩罚。我们决定，如果我觉得受不了，就说“叔叔”。
我摆好姿势，又一次害怕起来，于是双手抓住沙发垫，把它摆在脖子下面，等待着。我根本没有听到桦木鞭挥舞的声音，但突然之间，我的整个臀部都刺痛起来。我大声喘着气，并不是因为疼痛，而是受了惊吓。事实上，并没有那么痛，反而还很舒服。第二下也差不多，4下过后，我开始放松了。我的屁股是很痛，但我还能忍受，甚至还很喜欢这种感觉。我要他打得再重一点，他照做了。更强烈的痛苦让我大口大口地呼吸着，可以感觉到眼睛里泛起了泪水，渐渐地，我开始感觉到疼痛和火热的程度上升了，直到我再也无法静静地躺着，每一下打击都让我忍不住扭动起来。我仍然觉得可以忍受，对自己觉得很满意。
他开始将桦木鞭掠过我臀部的每一寸肌肤，刺痛和火热转变为痛苦。突然，他失手打在了我的大腿上，让我惨叫一声，很快，每一记都让我哭喊惨叫着：痛苦愈加强烈。也许你会奇怪为什么我没有叫“叔叔”，事实是我并不希望让他失望。我只希望自己能够忍受到他结束为止。很快，每一下抽打都让我不停翻滚，终于，一下落在了我的大腿上，让我从沙发上滚了下来。我又爬了上去，但他住手了。他扶着我坐起来，抱着我，安慰着我。
赤裸着躺在男人强壮的胸膛上，而他又刚刚用桦木鞭让我哭泣，这种感觉太好了。这个时刻十分美妙：他剃须后的气息和身体的暖意如此动人，让我放纵自己，躺在他怀里，让痛苦慢慢消失。当然，我们不会一直这样，很快，战场转移到了卧室，不过我可不会让你进去。
那天晚上，吃过外卖的中国餐之后，我表扬了他的攀谈，他告诉我，是酒精让他管不住自己的嘴巴。他看到我一副不耐烦的样子，觉得我是绝妙的SP对象：酒精让他壮起了胆子……他本来想把它当作一句玩笑话，而让他惊喜的是，我却邀请他去我的房间。
我笑了起来：“这证明和女孩子攀谈的最好办法是讲出事实。”男人们，听到了没有？
然后是原文：
The Chat-Up Line
I work for a company that believes in giving its employees treats. We have been taken to theme parks, horse racing and football matches: the next one was to be an evening at a top London hotel for a dinner dance. I was not looking forward to it but did not dream that it would be the start of a long spanking relationship.
The truth is I hate these company social events. I don’t like being happy to order and lovely though my colleagues are I like to keep them for work, leaving me free to relax with my own long standing friends. With no current ‘boy friend’ I was dreading this dinner dance. I knew that every man there, who had no woman to keep an eye on him, would want to get into my knickers. The more alcohol they consumed the more irresistible they would think they were. Dinner would not be so bad…….but afterwards? My hope was for a quick shuffle around the dance floor, a swift drink at the bar and then slide quietly out to my room.
I was having the drink at the bar and ‘keeping my eye out’ for a chance to leave when “He” approached: “He” was the head of finance and at forty was older than most of us. He was lean, spare and generally rather a remote figure: I had never spoken to him. I could see that he had been drinking. He wasn’t drunk but had reached the stage where his inhibitions were down and he would be more ‘honest’ than he intended.
“Do you know what I would like to do with you?” he asked quietly.
“No I have no idea” I lied, while thinking “….but I bet it involves getting my clothes off followed by lots of creaking from the bed.”
“Well Little Miss Madam” he said calmly “I would like to put you across my knee and spank your bottom…….hard.”
For one hideous moment I thought he had discovered my obsession with spanking. Then I realised that since I never use my company computer for spanking stuff (nor ever discuss spanking with colleagues) that he could not possibly know. This must be a rather odd “chat up line” and there was no other “chat up line” in the world that could have engaged my attention like that one. Of course I was assuming that it was a “chat up line” but it came to me that maybe he meant it.
I decided on a teasing response as the safest. “Oh dear and what has ‘Little Miss Madam’ done to deserve her punishment?”
“Little Miss Madam” he said sternly “has made it perfectly clear that she does not wish to be here. That she is not interested in bonding with her work colleagues and would rather clear off to bed ignoring them all. That is why she ought to go over my knee.”
He was right of course and as usual I immediately felt guilty about my attitude but I also felt a delicious tingle run through me. Perhaps I could get really spanked for my bad attitude. Now that would be a good end to the evening. My next comment was a strange mixture of sincerity and calculation. “I’m so sorry. I really hadn’t thought about it like that. Well……er…. if you think I deserve a spanking ……….well…. I mean…..what happens next? Do you come to my room?”
He looked somewhat taken aback but managed to carry on. “Yes indeed” he said sternly “you should go to your room and wait for me to come and administer your punishment.”
Now this was a most unusual situation for me. Normally I am extremely wary about meeting men I have met on the “Net” so my “real” spanking experiences are distinctly limited. I wasn’t sure what to do when I got to my room but decided that he would probably like to play the “man in charge” so just to stand demurely (by the bed?) and wait was the best thing.
He entered and shut the door behind him but stood with his back to the door looking very stern. I stood by the bed pretending to look very ashamed and with my head slightly down. My heart was banging away with excitement. There was the usual desk with a sturdy chair which he pulled out. “Come here” he ordered “You are going over my knee for your spanking”.
I find it really hard to explain the thrill that went through me at those words. I dread being spanked but I love it at the same time and simply cannot stop imagining, and wishing for, a spanking of some sort. I was wearing a long evening dress with some beautiful but rather skimpy underwear. Well I know I didn’t want to be there but I also didn’t want to look a frump either. He didn’t tell me to remove anything so when he pulled me across his knee I still had my dress on. I loved the feeling of being across his knee and being really quite helpless. He grasped my waist and I loved the sort of naughty intimacy of it and my whole body began to tingle in anticipation of what was to come.
He began to spank me with his hand and I have to tell you I was sadly disappointed: he simply wasn’t spanking me that hard. Yes I know I had my dress and knickers on but both were only very light material and quite honestly a really energetic spanking would have been felt. He probably gave me about twenty or so smacks before stopping and standing me back on my feet.
Well my bottom was stinging mildly but I have had harder s
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pankings than that as a child. I was now puzzled as how to react: I could hardly do some act that I had learned my lesson when I had only the merest sting to prompt it. To say that I was disappointed and wanted a good hard spanking, thank you very much, seemed a bit odd. I really didn’t know what to say or do. Fortunately he spoke first.
“There” he said “I suppose that you feel I have been too hard on you.”
I picked my words carefully as if walking through a minefield. “Well no: as a matter of fact I think you’ve been rather kind to me. My Grandmother would have expected you to spank me a lot more severely than that. I accept that I was behaving badly and I expected a very sore bottom. In my family that was always the consequence of bad behaviour.”
He looked at me considering for some time before replying. “Well I don’t actually have the right to spank you however much you may deserve or need it. I didn’t want you dissolving into tears and running off to the boss with a complaint.”
I could see his fears quite clearly. It really isn’t easy for a man to spank a woman as a punishment even when she has given her permission. She only has to run off to the police and he is up a creek without the proverbial paddle and no mistake. Again I was going to have to use a combination of truth and manipulation if I was to get what I wanted.
“Good heavens! I exclaimed, “My Grandmother would be outraged if I made a complaint about getting spanked. If she had her way every young woman in the land would get spanked regularly. You were right I was “out of order” and if you wanted to spank my bottom hard I would not dare complain.”
“I was brought up to believe a spanking should be on the bare bottom” he told me cautiously. I nodded and hung my head and even managed a sort of blush.
“So you accept that really you deserve a good hard spanking on your bare bottom?” Again I nodded a reply and hung my head but the blush was beyond me this time because I was so excited and trying hard not to show it. Well I know I’m weird but what can I do?
“Very well I see no reason not to give you what you so clearly deserve but first some preparation to make sure this spanking is effective. I think those shoes should come off and a bare bottom spanking will be hard with that dress on so that had better come off too.”
I practically fainted with excitement and anticipation but leant over and removed my shoes. I took out my ear-rings and undid the zip and let my dress slip to the floor. Then since it was very expensive I thought better of it and picked it up and hung it in the wardrobe. I turned to see him looking at me very hard indeed. I believe that I have a nice figure and it was clear to me that he thought so too. My bra and knickers were rather expensive but didn’t do much in the way of concealment and I could see that he was getting interested in more than spanking.
“Now I want you to go and stand in the corner over there. Nose to the wall mind: you can think about what I am about to give you. I see you have a wooden hairbrush here so I am requisitioning that……this time I’ll do the job to your Grandmother’s satisfaction.”
Standing in the corner dressed only in my underwear was the strangest experience of my life. I was dreading the hairbrush: its incessant sting and escalating soreness frightens me and as usual at this point I was panicking and wanting to get out of it. My bottom seemed to take on an abnormal sensitivity: I was so aware of every part of it but strangely the same thing was happening with my breasts. I was just thinking how odd that was when I heard him say, “Come over here. I am ready to spank you.”
I went over and stood beside him as he sat at the chair. He said nothing as he pulled my knickers carefully down and pulled me across his knee. This was a very different sort of spanking: he began to smack me quite vigorously across first one cheek then the other and then right across. I have found with a hand spanking that the sting escalates and then seems to get no worse: my bottom just gets hotter and hotter and it was like that this time. I was able to take the spanking without making a fuss but boy did I know I had been spanked when he finished. My bottom was hot and smarting considerably as he told me that it was now time for the hairbrush.
As I have told you I dread being spanked while wanting it a great deal. This bit of a spanking is the worst for me. Implements like a hairbrush frighten me and I knew it would hurt. Afterwards of course it is lovely: there is that wonderful moment when the escalating stinging stops but the bottom is still smarting; then there is the pleasure of looking at the marks at which point I start to feel totally relaxed as if I have had a massage; later on there comes this enormous feeling of well being that can last for days or sometimes even weeks. Now, however, I was about to get hurt. The first smack with the hairbrush made me jolt and it just got worse after that. He just kept them coming in a rapid fire way so that the stinging built quickly and gave no respite. I tried to be brave- honestly- but after only a few smacks I was wriggling a great deal. He is stronger than he looks and was easily able to hold me firmly in place. Then I couldn’t help it……..I started to wail. I wailed and wriggled as he just laid it on as hard as he could: it seemed endless and I wondered how much I could take. Suddenly it was over and he let me slide to the floor where I lay holding my bottom and sobbing. He gave me a handkerchief and after a while I was able to wipe my face and blow my nose. Then I looked up at him.
There is no question that he was anxious. I could see that immediately. He was clearly worried that I might now start shouting for help or something. I could see he needed reassurance and the only way I could think of doing that (well you’ll just have to believe me) was to kiss him. We both stood up and I decided that he needed more reassurance so I kissed him again. He was clearly reassured because he undid my bra and I kicked off my knickers. It was another – energetic and highly enjoyable – three hours before we were totally exhausted and fell asleep.
In the morning we went down to breakfast together. Hardly anyone from our company was down and of those that were we seemed the only ones without a hangover. Two parts of my body were sending me reminder messages about what had happened the night before but I liked both sets of messages and they were much better than a hangover.
Over breakfast we chatted and in addition to being honest about our interest in spanking, discovered that we both lived in the same part of outer London. Given that it was now Saturday and we both wanted some fresh air we arranged to meet at a park near to both our homes. Tourists visiting Hampton Court frequently fail to visit Bushy Park but it is well worth a visit. Just walk on past the main entrance to the Palace and cross over Hampton Court Road and you will find yourself in a place of beauty and tranquillity. Go further in and you will discover two enclosed Woodland Gardens close by to each other. A walk through these in each of the seasons of the year will be like visiting four different places.
We met and as we strolled we shared our experiences in the “world of spanking”. He had not found many women over the years who were willing to accommodate him and he resorted instead to spanking videos. I, in turn, told him of my fears about meeting men I met in chat rooms. Gradually we got around to our secret dreams. I had briefly belonged to a website where one could download film clips. In one, a maid was birched by the lady of the house. I was fascinated by the swish of the birch through the air and the sound it made as it smacked across her bare bottom. I could tell from the girl’s body language that it was stinging and she made little cries that were clearly not ‘put on’ but it was much less frightening to watch than the cane and I began to fantasise about being birched myself.
As we walked he suddenly said “Well why don’t we give it a go today?”
I stupidly asked where we would get the birch and he gestured around the secluded Woodland Garden. There were plenty of birch and willow tress around and without a word he produced one of those multi bladed knives. Men are so much braver than us at that sort of thing and without a second glance he began to gather switches from the trees carefully taking the leaves off as he went. We made it back to the cars without anyone asking us what we were about and drove to my house.
We spent a little time on the Internet researching birches before making them, but before long we had two (rather scary) looking birches and nothing to stop them being used. I found that I was rubbing my bottom through my skirt with both hands: it was still sore from the night before and I was now scared at facing the reality of what had been a fantasy.
“Well?” he questioned.
My stomach felt as if I was at sea and I started to sweat a little. Finally in a very quivery voice I stuttered out “OK….well OK then.”
He was very kind to me and gave me a hug and stroked my hair to reassure me and gradually my courage returned and I felt my resolve harden. He suggested that I should be naked for this one. Now you might think it difficult to be embarrassed at being naked in front of a man one has made love to, but being me – I managed it. I hesitated but there in my Living Room began to undress.
I stood naked as he swished the birch several times through the air and suggested I lay over the arm of my sofa with my upper body stretched out across the seat. That way he felt I would be as comfortable as possible and my bottom……my now hyper-sensitive bottom…would be raised up on the arm and in a perfect position for the spanking. We agreed that I would cry out “Uncle” if I couldn’t take any more.
As I took my position I was again terrified and grabbed hold of a cushion with both han
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ds put it under my head and held on for dear life. I didn’t hear the swish of the birch at all but suddenly my bottom was stinging all over at the same time. I gasped, not with pain but surprise. Actually it didn’t hurt that much and was really rather pleasant. The second was much the same and after the fourth I began to relax. It was true that my bottom was stinging mightily but I could handle it alright and rather liked it. I asked him to hit me harder and he obliged. The harder sting made me gasp and I could feel my eyes water; gradually I began to feel the sting increase in heat and intensity until I could no longer lie still but wriggled at each blow. I could still handle it though and was becoming pleased with myself.
He began to smack the birch down in different parts of my bottom and the stinging and heat changed to pain. A sudden miss blow on my hip made me cry out loud and gradually I found that I was crying and yelping at every blow: the pain became intense. I know that you will wonder why I didn’t cry “Uncle” and the truth is that I didn’t want to disappoint him. I just hoped I could hang on until he was finished. Soon I was writhing at every stroke and when one landed on my thigh I practically came off the sofa. I managed to get back on but he stopped. He helped me up and I found myself in his arms being given comfort.
There is no nicer feeling than being naked in the arms of a strong man who has just birched one to tears…at least not for me. It was a totally delicious moment: the scent of his after shave and the warmth of his body were so lovely that I just let myself go and leaned into him while letting the pain subside. Of course there was no chance that we would remain like that and not long afterwards we were in the bedroom but I am not letting you in there.
That evening over a Chinese take away I complimented him on his ‘chat up line’ and he told me that it was the alcohol that loosened his tongue. He had seen me, clearly not wishing to be there, and thought I had a really spankable bottom: the alcohol had made him daring so….. He had been about to pass it off as a joke when (to his surprise) I offered to go to my room.
“Well” I laughed “it just goes to show that the best way to “chat up” a girl is to tell the truth.” Do you hear that men?
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