"We went to the Renaissance Fair and a friend surprised me by being there. He was offering spankings." Melissa told me this in a hushed whisper.
"So what happened?" I asked.
"Naturally, I told him I wanted to be spanked." Melissa whispered in my ear. There were others around us at this party. I asked myself why she didn't find someone else to reveal this to.
"Well? Did he paddle you?" I asked this in a rather haphazard way. I just threw it out there.
"I was dressed up in a maiden's costume. So he must have figured he needed to paddle me extra hard. It hurt!" she said.
"Damn!" I thought to myself. I must have had a grin on my face.
Now the conversation could have turned at that point and should have. You know ... I should have changed the subject. Melissa didn't want me to do that, I could tell by her edging closure to me.
But I had just enough wine that my tongue was seduced by my mind, which I know will always get me into trouble. I wasn't expecting this. If had, I could have planned for it better. I would have thought more clearly. I would have kept my mouth shut and just watched all the half-lit people at this party.
She was much younger than me, at least by ten years. That and the fact that I was staying at "their" house as "their" guest no less. So as she walked off to find another bottle of wine, I sat there. My mind works in a way that human experience is always worth trying. It is the grist for the mill.
Thirty minutes passed as I sat there. I was tired and my guard was down. Had Melissa waited another five minutes before she sat back down next to me again, well...I would have been just fine. But life's twists never work that way. At least not with me. But there she was, sitting next to me again.
"You know to really do this the right way, this is what you should do the next time." I told her in a subdued voice.
Oh no, here I go, I am getting ready to engage my mouth when I should engage my brain...a common affliction of mine.
"To get the full affect of the paddling, this is what you need to do next time you see your friend." I continued.
"Wear the same maiden's costume you had on, except don't wear any panties or at most, just a thong. Don't wear any petticoats either. Just wear your costume next to your bare skin." I told her.
"And for an even better experience, spread your feet apart, then bend over and rest your hands on your knees." I said.
I figured this would scare her sufficiently to blow it off and change the subject. How I was so wrong about that. She listened very intently with a sly smile through a haze of wine. I squirmed after I said that. I figured it was crazy enough for her to laugh aloud and say something like, "I would never do that!". Looking back on that night, it was that moment I got into trouble.
She gets up and excuses herself, walks off and talks with some of her girlfriends that she had abandoned. I talked with her boyfriend about this and that, finally he leaves. I sit there by myself contemplating the evening's events and staring at the various groups of people that are left at this party. Then after a time, I too decided to leave. I walk over to the hostess Melissa, to say goodnight.
"NO, don't go just yet. Please don't go." she told me.
"I want you to demonstrate on me about what we talked about earlier."
"Uhh, I don't think I can do that. In fact, I don't want to do that." I told her.
I realized that I got myself into quite a mess. I had never done anything like that. I never even wanted to spank a lady. I am just not into that stuff. I told her this too. She would not hear of it. What I conjured up and told Melissa was just some wild idea I pulled out of the air to make outrageous conversation.
"No please I want to know what to expect." she said with a wink. "I don't want a stranger to be the first one." she said. "Please?" She said this pouting.
"Have your boyfriend do it, you silly bitch." I told her.
"No way, I have asked and he refuses to do it but he let my friend do it to me at the Fair. Nothing will happen, I won't let it. But he must not know. He CAN'T find out." she tried to assure me.
"Let me think about it." I told her.
Yes I would definitely need to think about it. Getting caught by her boyfriend was my first concern, even if I decided to do this and even if it would go no further.
"But what if he wakes up an' comes lookin' for ya?" I asked.
"Oh that won't happen, he's drank too much. I know him, he'll be out like a light." she said. "Come on hon', let's do it." she demanded. "It would be fun, it's not like we're going to end up making wild passionate love!"
She was right, I wouldn't do that but what if someone saw us, what do you think they would think? It would be a very comprimising situation to try to argue out of. I know I would say, "This is not what you think..." Right...that would not be too convincing.
"Besides," she says, "You know it sounds fun enough to do it." I had to admit that, she was correct.
I had noticed earlier that there was lightning off in the distance moving in and it had finally arrived with sprinkles. It was past midnight and the party was breaking up anyway. I went to the garage and opened the door to watch the storm as it arrived full blown. I was sitting on the garage floor staring out when the kitchen door opened.
"Want some company?" I heard Melissa say. I should have told her that I didn't. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She came over to where I was sitting with my glass of wine. I looked up and saw her standing there in a satin nightie that went down to the middle of her thighs. Damn it!...this is not my fault. I can easily see she is not wearing anything underneath even in the darkness.
"Here...I want you to use this." Melissa says handing me a wide leather belt.
"I am not doing it." I tell her plainly and simply.
I am still sitting on the floor when she turns facing away from me, bends over and rests her hand on her knees.
I can clearly see her lovely charms as it were.
"Give me the belt...once on each cheek." Melissa demands.
I stand up, very nervous about all this. What the hell...I will do this real quick then go to bed and forget about it.
She raises up her nightie to her waist. "Jesus, Mutha Mary, what a nice ass to spank." I think to myself. Yeah, the prisoner of love, right...
I feel the softness of her flesh and she quivers as I touch her.
"Do it!" she says.
I will put an end to this I am thinking. I raise my arm with the loose belt and WHACK! WHACK!
"Oh gawd." she says. "One more time...please!"
I felt a flush go over me when she said that. I had to admit seeing her ass with two stripes on it was somewhat exciting. Then I did what I swore I wouldn't do. I rubbed the insides of her soft thighs and her womanhood. She let out a sweet moan.
"Hurry! Please..."
I added two more stripes to her sweet ass. This time with a little more vigor. She yelped and swooned and jerked. Another flush of excitement rushed over me.
I then noticed that she had been touching herself all this time and it wasn't long before she experienced quite a long orgasm.
"I need to go to bed." I told her almost breathless as I dropped the belt. As I started across the garage floor, the back door opens, it is her boyfriend. I greet him and say goodnight.
I slept well that night.