I received my long awaited and much anticipated spanking.

This is a pre 2010 story too.  Sorry for it’s belatedness but I have been on holidays and there has been much craziness at work for the past week.

Spanking is something I have been wanting to explore for some time now…  The likes of Zille (see her blog on my blog roll) have slowly but surely drawn me into fetishising this act more and more.  My current partner is open to new experiences, generally, but especially sexually.  He already finds power play appealing and after watching some spanking stuff together and talking about doing it ourselves, a whooooooole lot, an opportunity *finally* arose .

We have both built this experience up quite a bit, there have been several times where we thought our housemates would be out and disappointingly there have been people home.

I think it was actually Christmas eve.  We were at my place and had been up for a while…  With no work to rush off to we had indulged in a morning of rather lazy sex.  After getting up, breakfasting and pottering about, my housemate announced he was off to do some shopping… or some activity away from the house.  As soon as he left and we raced into my room.

As we dashed in my bedroom door, I felt his hand clasp my left hip firmly and with the other he literally bent me over my bed.  My dress was roughly pulled up and knickers were removed.  This act in itself I found really really hot.

The slaps started lightly and on my right butt cheek.  They increased in intensity and then he started alternating at random between my left and right butt cheeks.  It felt amazing.  I was exceptionally aroused, this merely increased as the spanking went on and with each stinging smack I could feel myself become wetter and wetter.  It wasn’t really what I’d describe as pain, but I’m pretty sure I went into an altered state of consciousness – I seriously felt like I was high.  My perception of pain was most likely significantly altered.  There was a massive release of dopamine, because I didn’t orgasm, but it sure felt like something very similar, but much longer than an orgasm.

My butt became hot and he began interspersing the slaps with little light rubbing motions on my bum cheeks.  This felt beyond incredible, just remembering it now brings the hairs on the backs of my arms up.

He became a little carried away at points, the smacks were too close together and I communicated this verbally, in time I hope we can transmit these indications in a non-verbal way as talking seemed to kind of break the reverie I was in.  He also needs to work on his technique some, a few of the smacks landed as blows, unintentionally but they hurt all the same.  I guess like any other sexual act you need to practice to get it just right.

Now, I couldn’t actually tell you how long the spanking lasted…  I completely lost track of time.

Afterward we wandered into the bathroom so I could look at my reddened bottom.  I would have really liked for us to be able to have more sex at this point, seeing those bright red marks was dementedly arousing, but being Christmas eve and all we had a million things to go and do, so I quickly redressed and we headed out.

The uncomfortable feeling every time I sat down brought a big grin to my face for the rest of the day.

All in all a brilliant first-time spanking experience. I think it was made so by a caring, loving and enthusiastic partner whom I have a great deal of trust in.  I didn’t have to worry about anything but enjoying the experience.  And it was totally rad.

We aim to revisit it once we get some goddamned privacy.