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Miscreant
New member
Username: Miscreant
Post Number: 3
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 10:59 pm: | 
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I'm new here, and thought I might say something about how I got into this life.
When I was 19, I had an interview for a summer job, doing secretarial work for a company in a large office tower in the downtown area of the city I lived in. The interview wasn't spectacular--I hardly remember anything about it, to be honest. when I left, I got into the elevator and started rummaging around in my purse, looking for my car keys. The elevator reached the lobby, and I stepped out, but somehow managed to drop my keys on the floor. A man immediately picked them up and handed them to me. That's how I met G.
I'd taken a book out of my bag, and was holding it in my hand when he gave the keys to me. He saw the title--it was a text for a course I'd been taking at the university--and he made a comment about it. We started talking, and he offered to buy me a cup of coffee. Things just carried on from there.
G. was almost twice my age--not someone I would have thought I might become involved with--but we had such a great rapport from the very beginning that the age difference didn't seem relevant.
We were very different from each other. I was a university student with very little money; I drove an old VW Beetle, and lived in a small apartment in an older building. G. was a very successful businessman who lived in London, England, and often travelled to my city on business. He had an upper-crust English accent, and wore beautifully tailored suits. I was wearing fairly conservative "secretary" kinds of clothes the day we met, but I was usually more bohemian. I bought most of my clothes at church rummage sales and second-hand stores. I had a nice collection of vintage petticoats and could do a lot with my sewing machine and a piano scarf or a lace table cloth.
Opposites often attract, and that was certainly true for us.
It took a little while for us to get to know each other, but things went very well, in spite of being apart for several weeks at a time and the long distance between our homes. When we started having sex we ran into difficulty, though.
I'd been assaulted about two years before I met G. and one hang-over from that was that I had trouble reaching orgasm. I'd get close, but then something in me would just go numb. My strategy was not to worry about it, focusing instead on my partner, but that hadn't changed things for me. G. was a terrific lover, very attentive and caring, and very concerned to find a way to get me over this.
One thing we had in common was that we'd each grown up around horses, and had been riding ever since we were young children. The first time I went to England to be with G., he took me riding in the country. It was a beautiful fall day, and I was very happy, and in high spirits. When we went back to the stable--at the home of a friend of G's--I was teasing and playing around a bit while we put away the saddles and tack, and got the horses rubbed down and so on. G was also playful, and started threatening me with a riding crop. I didn't take it seriously, though--it was just play! As was bending over to take off the boots I wore in the stable, G came over and swished his crop over my bottom. I jumped! I started babbling about how that wasn't funny, and we were only playing, when he cropped me again, harder. I was hopping around, looking for my shoe, when he did it a third time. I started to get mad, and began to tell him off. He just chuckled, pushed me over a bale of hay, and started working on my bottom with the crop. He wasn't hurting me--it stung and burned a bit--my dignity was all that was being injured, and I was confused about what he was doing, and about the heat that was building up on my bottom. He didn't stop--I later realized that I hadn't told him to stop!--and he soon had my pants down around my knees and used the crop on my bare behind. When he stopped, I was a bit dazed from the whipping and the next thing I knew, he was unfastening his trousers....
Let's just say that I had a mind-blowing orgasm a few minutes later, okay? 
It took me awhile to come to terms with it all. That G would spank me, and that I would get aroused from it, and later be able to climax, was confusing for me. I had a bit of a struggle as I recognized that he wasn't *hurting* me at all, and that he wasn't for a moment trying to abuse me. If I'd told him to stop, he would have stopped--I knew that. For awhile I thought there was something wrong with me because I seemed to need to feel pain before I could climax. I couldn't admit it to myself, or to G., though he wasn't at all in doubt about things.
Over the next few months, I got spanked a lot. I always consented. It always "worked." And after a while, I was having orgasms most of the time, whether I'd been spanked or not. I finally decided that G had just stumbled upon a way to short-circuit the messed-up wiring that I'd been left with after the assault.
I wasn't the first woman G had spanked, but I may have been the first he'd introduced to spanking. It became a regular part of our relationship, and over time we used it both erotically and for discipline because I discovered that it helped me get over problems, let go of unpleasant or unhappy feelings, and relieve stress. G just enjoyed doing it!
Perhaps all love relationships have a kind of fairytale quality to them, especially at the beginning. Ours certainly did. Even though it can sound like a sordid romance story, it's a true one. The relationship lasted for five years on an intimate basis, and we remained close after that. Our lives went in different directions. I eventually married someone else (not a spanker, unfortunately), had 3 children, and divorced a few years ago.
G spanked me a few times over the years, and several times after my divorce--which was remarkably therapeutic for me. I'm sorry to say he developed heart disease and died four years ago.
Other men have spanked me, and it's been good for me, and I hope for them, too. I haven't had the kind of lasting closeness that I had with G, though. While I may never find that again, I'll always be grateful to him for what we had, and for what he taught me. We really loved each other, and I know I'll always miss him.
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Buenaventura
Spanko
Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 235
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 11:32 pm: |
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Well told and a very interesting introduction to spanking.Sounds pretty much like a perfect relationship as long as it lasted. |
Speevak
New member
Username: Speevak
Post Number: 6
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 23, 2006 - 10:12 am: |
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Hi again Miscreant
What an interesting and wonderful story. And I'm glad to hear that your "introduction" to spanking was so successful. Not everybody's first experience is. I'm also surprised that the use of a crop didn't deter you. It seems to me to be a rather severe implement for your initiation.
You are obviously a good story teller. Do you have any more?
Cheers
Speevak |
Miscreant
New member
Username: Miscreant
Post Number: 5
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Monday, October 23, 2006 - 01:39 pm: |
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Thanks, Buenaventura and Speevak.
It was a wonderful relationship, indeed.
And I know that not everyone's introduction to spanking is so successful. I feel very lucky that I had such trust in G that I didn't freak out about it. He let me be confused, talked it out with me as many times as I needed to, and most of all, stayed calm and clear about what had happened, and that it was okay.
The crop can be severe, I know--I've certainly experienced it that way many times! But it can sting and burn without being too harsh, if it's handled correctly. I know I've used it many different ways on horses! (But I wouldn't have a clue where to start with a human being  ) He started out over clothing, which probably made a difference, and I don't recall that he applied very many strokes after he'd bared my backside.
After that first time, he usually started out with his hand, and then moved on to a tawse or a strap. Sometimes he caned me and that really hurt! (Writing that, I can hear him say, "Of course it does, love. I intend it to hurt!")
More stories, Speevak? Oh, yes. Lots of stories! I'll give it some thought, and post something in a few days.
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Speevak
New member
Username: Speevak
Post Number: 7
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, October 24, 2006 - 12:42 pm: |
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Thanks, Miscreant, for your added thoughts. I tried e-mailing you privately, but it may not have worked for some reason.
Looking forward to your future stories.
Cheers
Speev |
Sirrexdehauteville
New member
Username: Sirrexdehauteville
Post Number: 7
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, October 31, 2006 - 04:30 pm: |
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Great story Miscreant, Please keep it up. You are a wonderful story teller for sure and you could write books! Tks. Warmest Smacks, Sir Rex |
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