I couldn't believe I was going ahead with it. I'd lived with the fantasy for years but the reality .... well that was something different. We'd chatted online for a while, I'd shared my kinky thoughts with him and just receiving a text message from him made my stomach flip but I was determined that was as far as it would go. I'm not exactly a pillar of society but the thought of meeting up with someone for a spanking .... I couldn't ... could I? We had met for a drink one lunchtime when he had a meeting in the area, it was a brief but friendly encounter and I knew I could trust him.
We spoke on the phone on the Friday, his voice had an effect on me that I had never known. His calm low assertive tone such a contrast to my shaky nervous babbling. The phone call itself was a blur, as I hung up I was aware that I had arranged for him to visit me on the Monday. MONDAY!!! That was only three days away! My initial thought was 'OMG the house will never be tidy by then!' (sure enough it wasn't).
The plan was to just have coffee again and to talk but I was still beside myself with nerves, I wondered if he was nervous as well. The weekend passed by in slow motion, my vanilla world unaware of the butterflies in my stomach. With everything I did it was there, lingering at the back of my mind, a little voice in my head saying 'well now you've done it, he's coming on Monday, he's actually coming'. On the Sunday night I hardly slept 'what if he doesn't like me?' 'what if we don't hit it off?' and even scarier 'what if I do like him and we do hit it off?'.
After only a couple of hours sleep I woke up on the Monday morning in utter panic. I whizzed through my normal routine .... he was due at 10.30am after his business meeting. I looked round and realised I had done none of the careful planning I had planned to do! I had planned to decide exactly what to wear. I had planned to think of some intelligent things to say to him. In my mind I had intended to be ready - a calm, confident, beautiful picture of serenity sat in a perfectly neat house witty comments flowing from my perfectly glossed lips. The reality was something different, by 9.30am I found myself staring in bewilderment at heaps of dirty washing, a pile of dishes, unwashed hair & unshaven legs and hadn't got a clue what I was going to wear. A quick organisation of priorities in my head led to the list 'clean bathroom, shower (including leg shaving, hair-washing & general personal maintenance), hide washing, decide what to wear, do dishes, hoover stairs'. I cracked on with the list with a vengeance then hit a wall .... what to wear? I remember being so angry with myself for not being more organised (this still happens every time he visits), I ransacked my wardrobe to the point where it looked like burglars had visited, I tried on just about every outfit I had. Should I wear something slinky & seductive? Should I wear something that makes me look like I hadn't spent ages deciding what to wear? What sort of underwear should I put on? Surely that doesn't matter because he's not going to see it anyway!? (us girls will tell ourselves anything!).
I checked the clock, he was due in half an hour & I was a mess. I poured myself a glass of wine, a little early I know but this was no ordinary day. I had finally settled on dressing modestly. I wore tight black cords which had a subtle shiny patten in them and a lacy top. I chose underwear which was totally plain and unsexy once again telling myself I wouldn't let him see it anyway and if I was tempted then the knowledge that it wasn't sexy would back up my self control. I was fiddling with my hair & putting some lippy on when my phone beeped .... he was 20 minutes away. I tried to focus on fluffing up my hair and doing the dishes, my heart was pounding, I am usually so confident when meeting people but not now, I felt like a shy schoolgirl again. Then it came ... a knock at the door, even his knock had a cool & collected air about it. I swear my heart actually stopped for a moment. I had an extra quick squirt of perfume, took a deep breath and answered the door and there he was, the man I now know as my Sir. He was wearing a suit (always a bonus for us fans of suit porn), he just smiled and said hello and I knew instantly that I had made the right decision.
I made him a coffee and we sat on the sofa and chatted, we got to know each other a bit more and then we talked about spanking, I felt embarrassed yet comfortable sat next to someone I had never met before talking about such intimate things. While he was talking I made the decision that despite the bad underwear choice and the knowledge that there were no expectations that I wanted him to spank me today. I blushed and told him and we made a slow journey up the stairs to my bedroom. I was tingling all over. He asked me in 'that voice' to strip down to my underwear. I automatically did as I was told (now regretting my choice of underwear) and stood with my back to him shivering with both with cold and nerves sensing him looking me up and down.
As I stood there I could hear him moving, he stripped down to his boxers and then sat on the bed. He quietly told me to come over and lie across his lap, I did so without question. I lay still, waiting ..... the anticipation was almost too much, I felt content over his knee but still didn't really know what to expect. Then it came, the first spank, a sharp but beautiful sting, the sound of his hand making contact was adorable. The sound broke the silence with a shocking intensity. I squealed & wriggled at the delightful mixture of pain and pleasure. He carried on, able to judge to perfection my limits and the heat he was generating. He pulled my knickers down exposing my red glowing bottom and carried on spanking as I squirmed against him, I felt his cock harden against me under his boxers as I lay helplessy enjoying his hand striking me & occasionally stopping to finger my pussy and then gently sooth my scorching buttocks. It was the most sensual, erotic experience and my intense (and noisy) orgasm left me in no doubt that yes .... I had made the right decision in meeting him. I lay there exhausted & quivering for a moment and then as I slowly crawled from over his lap my lips brushed against his hard cock & there they lingered. I kissed, licked & sucked whilst still receiving the occasional spank to remind me what a naughty girl I was. I thanked him, proving that actually I was good girl and being such a good girl I asked very politely if he would cum in my mouth .... my good behaviour paid off and I was allowed to please him and swallow down my reward.
We lay in bed for a little while (my face was in Cheshire cat mode) then showered, ate a late and well deserved lunch, drank some wine and chatted some more. It was relaxed and fun, he is easy company and we have lots in common but it did keep crossing my mind that I couldn't believe what we'd just done so I kept randomly blushing. Suddenly it was time for him to leave, being my usually insecure self I was then filled with self doubt about how good I'd been? was I pretty or sexy enough? had I pleased him enough? As he put his jacket on I babbled out those thoughts & said I didn't think I was sexy, he tutted, kissed me, smiled and said "we'll have to fix that". Then he left, I waved him off convinced that all the neighbours knew exactly what I'd just done. Before he arrived part of me had expected to regret it but no .... no regrets ... instead an awakening of something that left me wanting more. I watched him drive off then ran to get my diary ... we had arranged the next date before he arrived home.
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