I’m going to tell you about the circumstances under which I received my first spanking!
Mrs. Claire Jones didn’t work with me but attended my board meetings. She was a woman of about 35, a mother of four children, and the eldest of a family of ten. She was tall, slim, and muscular, with a beautiful, radiant face. There was something about her that drew my attention during our meetings.
My First Adult Spanking: A Tale of Discipline and Dominance
One morning around 8 a.m., she called me to ask for a file for the upcoming board meeting.
- “Instead of mailing it, bring it to me! I live five minutes away. I’ll offer you a coffee.”
Surprised, I accepted, quite pleased and a little excited.
When I arrived at her place, she opened the door in a summery outfit: a denim mini-skirt, flip-flops, and a small top. We settled in her living room to have coffee. She was sitting across from me, and as we chatted, I couldn’t help but glance at her thighs and the little glimpse of her underwear that appeared intermittently.
- “You like my panties, you little pervert!”
Caught red-handed, I felt myself blushing up to my ears.
She stood up and positioned herself in front of me.
- “Little creep, admit you’re a creep!”
Embarrassed, I lowered my head.
She gave me a sharp slap.
- “Look me in the eyes!” Another slap. “What were you doing?”
- “I’m sorry…”
- “What do little perverts deserve? Look at me!”
I received another slap! I was completely thrown off balance.
- “…I don’t know… a punishment?”
- “Exactly, a good correction, a good spanking,” she said, pulling me up by the ear.
Bound and Spanked: A Bare-Bottom Lesson in Discipline
A few seconds later, she unbuttoned my pants, which fell to my ankles. Then she sat down and pulled me across her lap.
- “I’m going to teach you to look up girls’ skirts.”
She began spanking me energetically:
- “No shame, sitting in front of me and staring at my panties. Now I’m the one seeing yours. Admit you deserve this spanking? Smack, smack, smack! Admit you need it…”
- “Yes…”
- “How do we get a proper spanking?”
- “?”
- “Were you never spanked as a child?”
- “No.”
She stood up, grabbed me by the ear, and led me to another room, a bedroom.
- “Lie face down! Give me your hands!”
Quickly, she tied my wrists to the bed and removed my shoes, socks, and pants.
- “A good spanking is given on a bare bottom!”
Then she yanked down my boxers and took them off. Finally, she tied my ankles to the bedposts.
- “Lift your hips!”
She slipped a pillow under my stomach, sliding it under my pelvis, which positioned my penis between my spread thighs. I was completely exposed, especially since she had wrapped a rope several times around my lower back to arch me further.
The spanking resumed, even more stinging, on my bare buttocks. She was no longer using her hand but her flip-flop. I started to feel real pain and began to whimper.
- “Please, Mrs. Jones! I’ve learned my lesson… I’m sorry…”
I let out a small cry. Smack, smack! The blows kept coming. I was moaning with every strike.
- “It’s starting to get nice and red,” she said, caressing my sore buttocks. Smack, smack! “There, I can feel it coming, hmm!”
Sobbing Under Her Hand: A Spanking Surrender
I couldn’t help but twist my hips from side to side.
- “Please, stop!”
Sometimes I said her first name, Claire, to soften her, but she remained deaf to my distress and continued administering her punishment with care and firmness.
- “Come on, let go! Surrender, give me what I want!”
The blows kept raining down; the pain was unbearable and intense. I broke down and started sobbing.
- “There it is, it’s coming, let it all out…”
My cries of pain mixed with my sobs. I was crying like a child.
- “That’s it, cry… Oh, you naughty boy. I see you’re starting to understand.”
The spanking stopped then, and she moved into my field of vision. She slipped her hands under her skirt and pulled down her panties, which fell to her ankles. She balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth.
- “We don’t want you alerting the whole neighborhood.”
And the spanking resumed.
In tears, I lost control and gave in.
From Spanking to Submission: A Dominant’s Pleasure
The spanking stopped again. I heard her walk away.
Then she looked at me, smiling. Finally, she removed her panties from my mouth, blindfolded me, and sat in front of me. I felt her ankles on my back.
- “I can’t take it anymore, I’m soaking wet! Make me come with your tongue!”
She pushed my face between her thighs.
- “Oh yes, that’s good, suck my clit, push your tongue in, ohhh, lick my ass a little, yeah!”
After a few minutes, I felt her arch and climax on my face. Then I heard her sit down and light a cigarette.
- “I could tell you were checking me out at every meeting. Right away, I knew I was going to pull down your pants and redden your butt. You weren’t looking at me like a guy who wants to take me but one who wants to submit. The mini-skirt trick isn’t very fair, but it’s very effective.”
She untied me and had me stand in front of her. Then she looked at me closely for a long time.
- “Turn around, let me see your butt! Bend over a little! Very cute! Turn around and look at me! But your little pecker is so small! I’ve never seen one this tiny; it’s not a man’s dick. It’s no bigger than my son Jacques’s, who’s 12. We’ll have to wax all that. It’ll look better; it’ll give you a real little boy’s pee-pee. Come on, back on my lap!”
Sensing my hesitation, she added,
- “Don’t worry! The punishment is over. I’m going to put some soothing cream on.”
After the Spanking: A Dominant’s Tease and Control
Lying across her lap, she massaged my buttocks for a long time. It was soft and pleasant. Her hand moved down to my perineum and testicles.
- “Next time, I’ll give your balls a little smack. It’s painful but very good. When I spanked my little brothers, I always whipped their little nuts. They moaned loudly and squirmed a lot, but their little dicks got all hard, and the tip of their clits would peek out.”
She moved her hands back to my buttocks, gently spreading them. After a moment of observation:
- “It’s very, very cute! It looks all tight. You never play with your little butt?”
- “No.”
- “Oh, hmm, I can’t wait to take your ass and make you moan like a little virgin. I have a smooth, tapered dildo, but with good length, perfect for opening your little hole.”
Then she spread my buttocks wide to expose my anus.
- “It feels good to have your butt spread nice and wide, doesn’t it? I can see you like it,” she said, brushing my penis, which was slowly hardening. “Alright, you need to get back to work! Go get your clothes so I can put your pants back on!”
I stood in front of her.
- “But look at that, your nipples are hard! Open your shirt!”
She teased them, pinched them, twisted them!
- “Sensitive… I love it!”
Finally, she pulled up my boxers.
- “No playing with your little penis, got it? Your little juice is all for me. If you can’t stop touching yourself, I’ll have to put that little bird in a cage. See you next week, now go!”
