Susan's First Spanking   by   Socalswitch@aol.com

We had talked about this before, so Susan should not have been as surprised as she appeared when I arrived at her apartment for her first disciplinary session. Like so many of my spanky friends, we initially met online. One of the delightful things about being on AOL is that their member profiles can serve as kind of a personal advertisement if you know how to work the search engine just right. 

Susan knew. She knew that she was interested in a wide spectrum of spanking activity, with disciplinary spanking taking center stage. She admitted to me that it had been a while since she had last tasted the sting of a solid hairbrush on her bare bottom and that she needed a refresher desperately. Of course I made no secret of the fact that I have the same cravings. Fortunately for me, though inexperienced, she was not only open to having me over her knee, she was looking forward to it. However before she bared my bottom, hers needed tending to.

Call me a perfectionist, but I consider a bare bottom to be a canvas for my art. And I like to begin with a totally clean canvas. So shortly after I arrived at Susan's and the social pleasantries were out of the way, I had her strip from the waist down and drape herself over the back of the sofa for inspection. Like I said, I like a clean canvass to work with when I spank. So, when I wiped her bottom with a piece of toilet paper and discovered a bit of brown, poor Susan had to pay the price.<BR>
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While Susan held her position, I went into her bathroom and emerged with a bowl of hot water, a wash cloth, a bar of soap and toothbrush that I brought with me just in case. I made her reach behind her and spread her cheeks as far apart as possible, then dipped the toothbrush in water and ran it across the soap to build up a nice lather. I then used it to thoroughly scrub the Great Divide, warning Susan that if she did not keep her cheeks apart, I would break out the razor strop for a dozen strokes and then continue where we left off. Fortunately for her, she managed to hold out, though I could see it was tough for her. Once I was satisfied that her hygiene had been restored to my standards, I thoroughly wet the washcloth to clean away the soap.

Well, you know me. I hate to see a woman suffer with a wet bottom, so naturally I just HAD to spank it dry for her. Out of the goodness of my heart, of course. 

But as Susan knew full well, we were still in the preliminaries. You see, I feel it's very important that when I spank a woman, she be in optimal health. The only fever I want her to experience is the one I generate in her backside. So over my lap she went as I broke out the tube of Vaseline®, which I liberally dabbed on my right forefinger. You see, I am very concerned for the health and well being of my spanking partners, so I wanted to make sure her rectum was thoroughly lubricated before I slipped in the thermometer. And if my finger inched its way in perhaps a bit deeper than the thermometer would, and remained in place longer than some would consider necessary, well I can only say that if a job is worth doing, it's worth doing well. Again, it's out of my deep concern for the well being of women like Susan that I take these extra measures. I think it's well worth it.
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Lubrication complete, I deftly inserted the thermometer and gently rubbed Susan's bottom as I held her over my lap. Now it was time for a bit of dialogue. We discussed her history of being spanked as an adult, including things she had done to deserve her various bottom warming. She admitted that a periodic hot bottom seemed to be the most effective way to help her stay on the Straight and Narrow. I patted her bottom gently and assured her that, as her friend, I would make sure that she got all the spankings she needed to stay on track. She giggled, commenting on how much she was looking forward to providing similar "navigational services" for me as well. This earned her a sharp SMACK on her right cheek and a suppressed grin from me as I thought to myself how lucky I was to have someone like her in my life.

But now it was time to confirm the 98.6-degree reading from the thermometer and begin Susan's spanking in earnest. I always like to begin any disciplinary session with a good old-fashioned hand spanking. I know some people feel that disciplinary and punishment spankings should begin at a much more physically intense level, but I disagree. My job as Susan's disciplinarian is to take her on an emotional odyssey using spanking as the vehicle where she can freely let go of all her fears and hurts and regrets. So I begin with the loving intimacy of holding her over my lap and using my bare hand on her bare bottom, while I gently scold her and remind her of why she is in this position.
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"Imagine, a big girl like you needs to have her panties taken down for a bare bottom spanking, just like a naughty little girl. This pretty bottom of yours was just made to be spanked. By the time I get done spanking your bottom, young lady, it will be hot enough to roast marshmallows on." I would alternate these statements with others regarding the specific behavior she was being spanked for this time, including a reminder of the importance of behaving responsibly and how her actions have consequences both to her and to those who care about her. I do my best to lay the guilt trip on her with surgical skill. After all, the more deeply she can let herself feel the guilt and remorse, the more effectively she can let it go during the spanking.<BR>
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By this time, I've been spanking her for a solid ten minutes or so and her bottom is coloring in nicely. I massage some Aloe Vera/Vitamin E lotion onto her mounds to protect the skin, then send her to the corner for at least ten minutes of silent meditation on the reasons for her punishment. As any of you reading this who have endured Corner Time will confirm, ten minutes often feels more like ten hours. But it's one of the most effective methods I know of to help a spankees descend deeply into bottom space. And descend she does. You can see it in her posture. You can hear it in the quiet sniffling.
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While Susan completes her Corner Time, I lay out a selection of implements to choose from for the next portion of her discipline: hairbrush, ping-pong paddle, razor strop, belt, spanking strap, tawse and half-scale frat paddle. I turn her around to face the selection and inform her she is to receive six strokes from each implement to begin with. She shudders but complies as I lead her back over to the sofa where again she bends over the back. I tell her how proud I am of the way she is accepting her punishment and kiss her gently on the forehead.
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After each six stroke sampler, I massage her bottom with the soothing ointment and her resistance to tears visibly shrinks. By the time we're on the tawse, her tears flow freely. Again I remind her of how proud I am of her and tell her this portion of her punishment is almost over. We're approaching the home stretch, but I can tell she needs one more push. After giving her a cool glass of water to help her re-hydrate and ground herself, I explain to her the final phase of her spanking from me.
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"I trust you to know what you need from me Susan. The last portion of your spanking will be five solid minutes with the implement of your choice in the position of your choice. I want you to choose now and hold that implement for at least the next five minutes while you stand in the corner. Once five minutes have passed, whenever you are ready, you will turn around and politely ask me to spank me with your implement, telling me what position you think you should be in."
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Susan just stared at the implements for what seemed like an eternity, finally choosing the spanking strap. I smiled when she picked it up because that was what I would have chosen myself. Her half-nude body quavered from her quiet sobs as the minutes passed. It took her another two minutes before she turned to me and said, "please sir, spank me over your knee with this strap until you feel I have been properly punished." 
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My heart practically melted at that point. I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her forehead and lips, fighting back my own tears. I lovingly helped her across my lap, snuggling her body close to mine. Again, I told her how proud I was of the way she was taking her spanking and reassuring her that it would soon be over.
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I tightened my grip on her waist, raised my hand and brought the strap sharply down on her left cheek. 10 seconds later, I brought it down on her right cheek. As I maintained this steady pace, I coached her to breathe deeply and just let go of all the stress, pain and suffering she was holding onto. 
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I know that to the uninitiated the scene that followed would appear downright bizarre. I mean here I was, holding this bawling woman over my lap and attacking her bare and blazing-red bottom with a rather fierce piece of leather while at the same time whispering very loving things into her ear. I told her how much I cared about her and how I wanted her to be at peace and to just let everything out. What can I say? It worked. I could feel the tension in Susan's body just melt away during those final few minutes as her crying grew to a climax and gently tapered off to a soft sobbing.
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I laid down my strap and just held her in my lap while she emotionally came back to earth. Another gentle massage of the Aloe Vera/E ointment to soothe her flaming flanks followed, along with plenty of fluids and lots of hugging and sweet kisses.
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We both napped after that, and in each other's arms. When we got up, Susan announced it was my turn for some much-needed discipline. But that's another story.