Ω Queen
The internet date
Videocamera
or third party operator
His voice,
off camera: “So, I was in an internet
chat room. One dedicated to spankos. I
learned long ago, to not believe half or even a third of what I read, that
someone claiming to be a 23 year old woman is probably at 53 year old man, that
a woman claiming she loves spanking men is probably a gay man, that a woman
claiming she loves to spank women is probably a man … all that sort of
thing. I go there often, I chat, with no
expectations, going along with any story a person gives me. So, this one person
claiming to be a female, about eight years younger than me was chatting with
me, and we started chatting on a regular basis, about how she likes to spank
male bottoms and I told her how my male bottom wants to be spanked and we went
back and forth, with her saying it’s not so easy finding a real man who’ll bare
his bottom, and me saying, it’s not so easy finding a woman who wants me to
bare my bottom. Well, I’d been upfront
all along about where I live, and she had mentioned MA, or someplace equally
far away. But, in this one chat, she
said, “Time for me to be honest, I live in ….”
And she mentioned a city, oh, twenty miles from me.
I was stunned…then
she added, “Would you like to get together?”
I was finally able to type out ‘Yes, sure’, and after a bit, we worked
out a day, time, and place to meet.
It
was an outdoor coffee meeting, which led into a late lunch, and …talking, for
several hours.
About everything in the
world, except spanking. It was getting
late enough that we both had other things to get to, and she said, “So, do you
want me to spank you?”
Put so directly,
that’s a difficult question to just say ‘yes’ to, but I smiled a little, and
nodded.
“Under my terms. I have a
fantasy I’ve been dying to play out. We just need to figure out a day when you
can come to my house, for the evening.”
Well, we figured it out, and here
I am, three days later, about to knock on the front door of her
townhouse.”
CAMERA inside living room:
knocking on door.
She goes to it,
opens it, shows him in, gives him a hug, says, “Thanks for coming. Now, take off your clothes right here, before
you come in any further.”
His pulse is racing, but he starts stripping, down to socks and briefs,
and stops.
She says, “Keep
going, you’re about to go take a shower.”
He continues, to his skin, and she
leads him to the bathroom, reaches into the shower, shows him how to operate
it.
“I have no doubt you took a shower
before you came over here, so I don’t expect you to be very long. There’s a clean towel, but leave the towel in
here, when you come out to the living room.
”
He nods, gets in the shower, does a quick soap down and rinse off, and
gets out, and dries off, then walks, naked, into the living room.
She greets him with a smile, and a medium
size hardwood paddle in her right hand. “Over the back of the couch, hands on
the cushions.”
He hesitantly gets into
position, she stands to his left, with her left arm around his waist, and she
applies twenty hard smacks of the paddle, ten to each cheek. He yowls in pain. She stops, and backs away with a smile.
“Now, come to the kitchen, help me with
dinner.”
Wincing he follows her, and sets out plates as she directs, handing her spoons, until she says, “Okay, this needs about eight
minutes, enough time to….”
And she grabs his right hand, and leads him to the
dining table, and bends him over the
back of a chair, and quickly applies another twenty smacks of the paddle, as he
moans and dances from foot to foot.
She
stops, and says, “Now, to get it on the table.”
They put serving dishes on the table, sit down, and serve themselves, and eat in
some silence, with her looking up at him from time to time, grinning.
They finish, and get up together, and put dishes away and clear the
table.
Done, she says to him, “Over the
back of the couch.”
He goes to the
couch, and bends over, and she comes along, and applies another twenty of the
paddle.
“Now, sit down next to me.” They sit on the couch, close together, and
talk, and she puts her right arm behind his neck, along his shoulders, and her
left hand goes to his crotch, and begins stroking his penis, until it is hard
and erect.
She gives it another few
strokes, and says, “That’s what I want…”
then she pulls him down, all the way over her lap, his knees on the floor to her right, his
torso over the body off the couch.
She
picks up the paddle and beats his buttocks and thighs, fifty times aside. She stops, and rubs her right hand and
fingers over the bruises on his bottom, while letting him catch his
breath,
then pushes him to an seated
upright position on the couch, and bends
over, her mouth to his crotch, takes his penis in her mouth, and licks and
sucks, until he moans and explodes, and
she swallows it all.
She sits
upright, and wipes her lips, and smiles
at him, and says, “That’s how my fantasy ends.
If you want, you can get dressed and go home now.”
“What if I want to stay and help you figure
out how to extend this fantasy?”
She
smiles and says, ”Well, that might require more spankings on your bottom.
” He says, “I don’t understand, what’s the
downside?”
She smiles again.
He spends
the night.
Eventually,
they get married.
She spanks
his bottom on the wedding night, of course, and many many times before and
after that.
