BDSM Story – Spank Me, Chapter 1

BDSM Story – Spank Me – Chapter 1

by Vikki Williams

It was TGIF and payday thank god. I had been on my own now for 4 weeks and this was my first payday. I had requested direct deposit but it would not kick in until next payday. We got paid every two weeks instead of the 5th and 25th like my friend Todd.

I had to go to the bank and cash my first check. I stood in line at Bank of America waiting for some clerk to check my ID and all that stuff before she gave me my money.

Bank tellers just annoyed me. I stood in line showing my irritation. A nice looking man of about 29 or 30 was standing behind me. He said, “It’s a pain having to stand in line to get your own money.”

I smiled at him and said, “Yeah it is,” I said, “I’m only going to deposit this and take back 25 dollars.”

He said, “Couldn’t you have done that at the ATM?” I said, “So spank me, I’m stupid.” He said, “You’re sure not stupid, but I’d love to.” I asked, “Love to what?” He said, “Spank you.” I said, “But you don’t even know my name.” He said, “I’ll ask you just before I spank you.” I said, “Its Trish now what’s yours?”

He said, “I’m Brian.” I said, “Nice to know whose going to spank me.” He was laughing and said. “I’m sure glad you have a sense of humor.”

I asked, “Why? Is this our break up?” He was laughing again and said, “You’re remarkable.”

I said, “I know.” I asked, “Where did you plan on spanking me right here in the bank?”

He said, “You were the one who brought it up so you need to tell me where?” I said, “On my ass stupid.” Now he was roaring and people were looking at us. You were not allowed to have fun in a bank.

He said, “If you’re willing, I’ll invite you back to my place.” I said, “So invite me so at least I have an option of refusing.”

Now I was at the teller window and making my transaction. I had to provide my identification even though 95% was being deposited.

I got through the transaction without hitting her and stepped aside so Bruce could approach the window. I was standing waiting to hear his next move. I would love being spanked sexually and being paddled by a total stranger was tempting.

He finished his business and took my elbow and said, “Coffee time.” I said, “What?” he said, “Let’s have a cup of coffee and chat a bit.” I said, “Get a booth large enough so you can spank me.”

I was enjoying this exchange. If he was able to talk me into it I would love a spanking and he was sure good looking.

We went next door from the bank to a Walgreen drug store. They had a small food area. I looked around and said, “That one may be big enough.” I was pointing to a booth right in front of us. I said, “You slide in and I’ll just drape myself over your lap.” He wasn’t sure of how serious I was. I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow a public spanking, but he didn’t know me or how kinky I was.

The waitress came and took our order. I passed on the coffee and ordered a coke.

We spoke to one another continuing the banter. The pace was fast and enjoyable we were exchanging barbs tit for tat.

Then he got serious and asked, “Will you come to my apartment and let me spank you?”

I said, “I have a few rules.” He said, “Tell me.” I said, “Number one, we are both naked.” He said, “OK”

I said, “Number two hand only no paddles or other instruments unless I agree.” He said, “OK, no problem there.”

I continued, “Number three, after each hand spank you rub that spot with the same hand that you used to spank me with.”

He said, “I always do that anyway.”

I said, “Number four I have a safe word and if I utter it you stop at once.” He said, “Of course.”

“Number five, six and seven no sex unless I instigate it.” He said, “That’s a hard one but OK I promise.”

Then I asked, “Where do you live?” He told me and it was less that a three minute drive.

I said, “As soon as we get there I call a girl friend and tell her exactly where I’m at including apartment number and phone number.” He said, “Cool, do you want my social security number too?”

I said, “Not a bad idea.” Then I said, “Come on lets go.” I jumped up and took his hand dragging him out of the booth. He quickly grabbed a few dollars out of his pocket and left them to pay for the coffee and tip.

We went to Bruce’s car and he held the door for me. I was pleased; he didn’t try and molest or grope me on the quick drive.

He pulled into a parking garage under a small high rise. He parked and opened my door and then took my hand and led me to the elevator that had a door in the garage.

We entered the elevator and Bruce held my hand. He made no overture to show any affection in the elevator. He was a cool dude.

We stood before apartment 3 C. Bruce fished out a key ring and opened three locks. Then he swung the door in and allowed me to pass him. I entered the apartment and then the lights came on and I was pleasantly impressed. The apartment was nicely furnished and appointed.

Now Bruce took a kitchen chair and placed it away from the breakfast table. I said, “OK get naked.” He said, “You first.” I said, “Oh no you’re the host you get naked first.”

I have to say he was not shy. Bruce started to take off his clothes; it was just a normal disrobing no strip or dance. I was impressed; his body was quite in shape.

He stood there nude and he had nothing to be ashamed of. His penis was erect and about 8 inches in length but a good 3 inches in circumference.

That was a tool and quite appetizing.. This might turn out to be an interesting evening after all.

I deliberately took my time disrobing. I knew I was hot. I was only 18 and stood 5 ft 7 inches tall. My waist was 22 inches and my hips were 35 inches. My bust measured 34 inches and I needed a B cup bra.

My hair was short and blonde. I was a natural blonde I kept my pubic hair trimmed for bikini wearing. The wisps of blonde hair were so fine I appeared to be shaven. I was not but at first glance you would assume that I was.

Bruce was sitting in the chair he had arranged. I walked over to him and draped myself over his lap. I didn’t utter a sound, next move was his.

The first spank was sharp and sounded mean. He rubbed the spot firmly with his hand. I felt the hurt being rubbed away and then the heat engulfed my buttock.

He applied the second spank to my alternate buttock and again rubbed away the hurt and rubbed in the warmth.

I was weird, I had been raised in a convent by the Sister’s of Charity and their idea of affection was not beating you.

The convent was located in the Imperial Valley the hottest, meanest desert in Southern California. The only thing that grew out there was rattlesnakes and miles and miles of produce which we picked every day.

The nuns were strict and very prudish. Each of the girls had to be fully clothed from the tip of their toes to the nape of their neck. We all wore long dresses and they were heavy material, lest some one might see a piece of flesh from our bodies.

The temperatures hovered between 98 and 110 all the time and the nuns dressed in their black habits never seemed to sweat. But if you didn’t pick the vegetables fast enough or correctly they were quick to administer punishment.

I was 12 when I arrived, having been placed there by the courts. My parents had both been killed in a home invasion robbery, while I was at school. When I came home that day and discovered the bodies, I remained hysterical for almost a week.

I had no living relatives who could or would take me so I became a ward of the court and was given over into the care of the Sisters until I reached 18. That happened 22 days ago.

The nuns would punish us by an over the knee spanking using the sole of a shoe cut into a strap. They would punish us fully clothed. That I think is why I wanted a spanking naked by a naked partner.

The education they provided was superior and I graduated high school at 15 as did all the girls. By 18 you had a college degree. The nuns had a placement service that found jobs for the girls as they reached 18. The firms who were eligible clamored for we graduates. The sisters screened the firms for integrity. I was assigned to a computer technology firm as that was one of my stronger disciplines.

I was hired sight unseen at a rate of $22.50 and hour, based upon my marks in school and Mother Superiors personal recommendation.

Now I had just deposited my first check and was really letting loose. I was naked over the lap of a naked man and still a virgin.

I was not a virgin by choice. It was by lack of opportunity in the convent when you were alone in the barracks type sleeping arrangements lesbianism was practiced but very limited and very inexperienced.

Even in the community shower there were stalls so that we could not view one another’s bodies.

I was totally frustrated and sharing a room in a home with a good catholic family I was not about to meet any interesting boys my age. Besides I didn’t want a boy my age I wanted a man.

My mind returned to the spanking I was receiving. This was so different, so sensual, even though I didn’t really know what sensual was.

I could feel disturbing things deep within my body happening. I felt my temperature rising and my nipples growing harder, my neck veins were pulsing so hard I could feel the blood driving through me.

My scalp was tingling and my aureole was sporting goose bumps. This was exciting. Bruce was still applying spank after spank and rubbing the heat in and the hurt away.

I just wanted to see if I could derive pleasure from this female over male lap, spanking as the graduates who came back to visit described.

Every one of us being raised in the convent had been exposed to severe spankings as a form of punishment for various discursions and never felt any pleasure from the treatment, of course it was not meant for pleasure, pleasure was unthinkable within the convent walls.

Bruce had just applied the twenty fifth spank to each buttock and his hand was sore. My buttocks both felt luxurious. Bruce stood me up and offered his lips. So far I had never had an intimate kiss with a man and really didn’t know what to do. I felt honesty was the best policy and told Bruce, “I am a virgin and never even kissed a man so far. I was just released from a 8 year stay in a convent raised by nuns and believe me there was no form of sex education other than abstinence divulged. Even my school mates never had any experiences to share. A few of the graduates who returned to visit told us that spankings could be erotic and sensual. I didn’t even know what that meant; I do now thanks to you.”

Bruce said, “If you want to explore, I will be glad to be your guide and show you as much as I can about sex. I would be honored to deflower you if that’s your choice, but now everything has to be your choice. I do not rape or take advantage of women. It’s not necessary; there are too many women willing to give sexual satisfaction to a man.”

I thought a few minutes and said, “Could you show me how to please a man?”

Bruce said, “You never called the girlfriend to tell her where you were at.” I said, “I don’t have a girlfriend. I just wanted you to think I would be missed if you did anything stupid with me.”

Bruce asked, “Where do you live?” I said, “I have a room in a nice home with a good family who were recommended by the nuns.”

Bruce asked, “Have you ever seen a penis before?” I said, “Just a 13 year old boy who is the son in the household I live in and that was by accident.”

“Yours is the first one I have ever seen erect like that. I have seen many in the magazines that the girls would have smuggled in. God help you if you got caught with one in your possession.”

He asked, “Have you ever thought about tasting one?” I said, “You mean like give a blow job?” He said, “Yes, but where did you learn that phrase?” I told him. “We smuggled in all types of erogenous literature, and I read every word over and over, even the spanking you just administered was described in a discipline book.”

Then Bruce said, “You never answered my question as to if you wanted to taste one or not?”

I thought a minute he was handsome, well built, mature and worldly. Then I answered, “Yes I would like to try to give you a blow job.”

He said. “If you’re sure that it’s of your own free will and accord. I do not want to force you to do anything against your will.”

I just nodded my head and he guided me to my knees in front of him. I was looking at that large tool pointing at me and he took my head and guided me toward it. He said, “Just open your mouth and allow a comfortable amount into your mouth and then when you’re comfortable close your mouth on it carefully, do not bite.”

I did as instructed and when the penis started to gag me I closed my mouth and pursed my lips so as not to touch him with my teeth. He said, “Good girl, now take a deep breath and slid your mouth a little deeper.” I did as instructed and I went deeper perhaps an inch before my gag reflex kicked in again.

Bruce said, “Take a short break and practice breathing only through your nose. Don’t worry if it sounds strange, it will be OK.” I did just as instructed, one thing I had learned in my 8 year convent exposure, do exactly as instructed without hesitation or questioning.

I was breathing through my nose and it sounded like a pig snorting. Now Bruce said, “Keep breathing through your nose and slide your mouth a little deeper.” I followed his guidance without hesitation and quickly I was choking again.

Bruce was stroking my hair and saying, “Good Girl, Good baby. Just stay still until you are comfortable again.” Next he said, “Place both your hands behind your back and lock your fingers together.” He went on, “The proper way to give a blow job is without touching the penis with your hands.”

Next he asked, “Are you comfortable now?” I just nodded my head. I was afraid to try and talk with that tool in my mouth. He continued, “See if you can go any deeper?” I tried and quickly I started to choke. Bruce said, “OK that’s deep enough for now. I want you to start moving your head in and out sucking while you do so.”
I did as instructed and that felt very comfortable to me. I tried to keep breathing only through my nose but I did gasp for some air when I was near the head of his penis. I took a deep breath before I went back to my maximum depth. Bruce said, “If you are comfortable, try and go deeper each time you go downward.” As I said, I follow directions very well and did as instructed. Now I felt the tip of his penis banging at my throat. Bruce grabbed my head and held me still. He said, “Deep breath and then allow the tip of my penis to slip into your throat.” I tried and it slid in a bit. Bruce said, “Swallow rapidly and the swallowing will ease the pressure and lubricate your throat.” He didn’t mention that it would pleasure him greatly at the same time.

I did as instructed and my throat felt better as I swallowed rapidly. Bruce said, “Now as you continue to swallow rapidly slide as much more of my penis into your throat as you can.”

I did and lo and behold the entire shaft was now in my mouth and my lips were pressed deeply into his pubic hair.

Bruce said, “Don’t do anything else just stay there and get used to it as best you can.”

Tears were pouring from my eyes, not tears of pain or joy just tears of lubrication.

My nose was running and I needed to blow my nose. I wondered if this was why they called it a blow job? I was fascinated by the capacity I had displayed on my first adventure.

Bruce said, continuing to give directions, “Now just stay where you are and suck as hard and fast and for as long as you can.”

I did exactly as directed and counted silently to myself and counted five sucks before I had to release my position and come up for air.

Bruce guided me to my feet and held me graciously in his arms raining kisses on my cheeks and eyeballs. He said, “Thank you so much for trying.” I said, “But you didn’t climax.” He said, “If I had climaxed that deep in your larynx I would have drowned you.”

I said, “But I wanted to taste your semen.” Bruce said, “Now you will, but first we need to deflower you while I have this erection.”

Bruce said, “Are you willing to take a chance without protection.” He went on, “Never have sex without protection, but for the first episode, we should throw caution to the wind and make unprotected love.”

I said, “OK let’s do it your way.” He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and turned down the covers. In fact he tore them off the bed leaving only the fitted bottom sheet and four pillows on the bed.

He guided me into a lying position on my back and placed a small vial on the nightstand.

He placed himself between my legs and started to kiss me. I responded with my tongue at his direction. Slowly he broke the kiss and licked my ears and neck. That felt so luxurious. Now he was licking my breast and that excited me. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth I came alert and then he clamped his teeth on my nipple and bit. It was like electricity flashed through my body. His bite was not hard it was just so sexy. He continued his journey with his mouth all over my body. This was so exciting, I planned on surrendering my virginity and expected just a wham bam, thank you mum you’re no longer a virgin.

Now he was licking the inside of my thigh and down the calf. He licked the soles of my feet and sucked each one of my toes before he started back up on the rear of my calf and onto the fleshy backside of my thigh. His fingers were now holding a nipple in each hand between thumb and forefinger.

His mouth was just outside my anus now and he blew a stream of air up into my pucker at the same time he twisted and pulled hard on my nipples. I was very much alert now as I felt his tongue rim my anus.

Now everything became ignited. I felt the fire of passion deep inside my body. Every little nook and cranny of my body was electrified. Then he inserted his tongue into my anus and I jumped a few inched off the bed. He raised his mouth and asked, “You like?” I said, “Hell no, I love it.”

Bruce said, “Excuse me for not talking my mouth is busy.” He returned to his mission which was to drive his tongue as deep into my anal canal as possible.

I remembered in all of the books I had read how distasteful and painful anal sex was. Boy where they wrong.
Now Bruce after 25 minutes of tonguing my pucker moved his mouth to my vagina. He licked at my labia and slid his tongue between my lips and did a long pronounced licking motion from the rear of my vagina to my clitoris. When he reached my clitoris he used his tongue like a butterfly and excited her to an erect state. She peeked out from her protective hood and swelled to a dimension that I was not aware she was capable of.
What a glorious feeling as he licked and sucked on my clitoris. Then he took that little nub of nerve endings and clamped his teeth gently over her and nibbled just so lightly. My vagina flooded with emotion and nectar generated from my secret places.

He kept at me for a good thirty minutes. His mouth had been attacking my body, anus and vagina now for almost two hours and I was exhilarated beyond description. I realized how fortunate I was to have selected such an experienced man to be my first lover. All of this because of a spanking remark at a bank less than four hours ago.

Now he was maneuvering into position to penetrate me. I was anxious to culminate this event with the surrender of my hymen to his glorious penis.

He reached over to the night stand and applied a small amount of the clear liquid to his palms and then stroked his penis a few times transferring the lubricant to his shaft.

He placed his penis head between my vaginal lips and slowly entered me. He paused and kissed me deeply and passionately on my mouth. I returned his kiss with all of my body and soul. His fingers sought out my nipples and squeezed them violently as he drove his penis through my hymen rupturing that thin membrane.
A sharp pain shot through me as he settled inside me at maximum penetration.

Bruce paused and just lay there at maximum penetration and said, “I want you to adjust to being invade like this.” I was feeling intruded upon but was slowly adapting. The pain was still there but I was accepting and I seemed to enjoy pain.

Now Bruce started an in and out motion with his hips causing his penis to enter and then retreat. That felt very comfortable and as he started to speed up his cadence I felt more and more aroused. Bruce said, “Don’t just lay there and be fucked, fuck back”

I remember in some of the more descriptive books we had snuck in to the convent the women driving their hips up onto the males’ body. I wanted to try so I started keeping time to Bruce’s cadence by slamming my hips back up as his withdrew. Quickly our bodies were synchronized and we were driving one another toward climax.

I felt some strange things happening to my body. My nipples were expanding even further than before and my scalp was on fire. I could really feel the blood pumping through my veins and arteries and my heartbeat was racing, my body felt hot like I had a fever and my teeth started to chatter. I broke out in gooseflesh as I shivered in a chill. Then all at once every bit of emotion broke free and drove my body to the most luxurious climax.

I had cum before from masturbation but nothing like this had ever even been close.

Bruce kept pumping even though I had climaxed he had not. It seems as if he was totally into self control. He kept up his rhythm and I tried to keep my hips working out of gratitude. However I felt another climax building and this one was superlative. I never knew how much emotion drained from my body into my vaginal cavity. Still Bruce was not quitting. He was speeding up some indicating that he was preparing to ejaculate. I tried to speed up with him, but my body was so sated that I just wanted to be used. All at once he cried, “I’m Cumming” and I speeded up as fast as I could driving myself toward my third orgasm

I felt the third emotional discharge of all my body fluids as Bruce ejaculated inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes just savoring the affection that we had each generated for the other. It was love making but pure animal sex.

Bruce finally rolled off me and I felt a stream of fluid evacuate my vagina. I was afraid to look but I did anyway and there was a pool of semen and blood deposited on the sheet.

I said, “OOOPs.” Bruce said, “Don’t sweat it I have more sheets and a washer. He asked, “Can you spend the night?” I looked at the clock and it was 9 pm. We had been making love for 6 hours. I said, “I’d like too but I need to make a call and I’ll have noting to wear tomorrow to work.” Bruce said, “Tomorrows Saturday do you have to work?”

I said, “Duh!, I guess the dumb blonde jokes are right.”

I picked up the phone and got a recording at the residence I was staying at. I just left a message that I was staying with another alumni that I had bumped into and we had dinner and were going to a movie and then I would stay over with her.

I hung up and Bruce said, “Speaking of food are you hungry?” I said. “Starved.” And I was. Bruce said, “I don’t really have anything ready to cook, how do you feel about Chinese or pizza?”

I told him “Either is fine with me, I have never tasted either.” He was surprised, I said, “We didn’t have any Chinese nuns and everything was made fresh by two nuns who could have cooked for the Pope.”

Bruce made a phone call and 45 minutes later a short Chinese man was at the door with two large bags. Bruce paid the man and then he placed several bowls and two plates on the kitchen table.

He asked me to come close; I was still nude and snuggled up against his naked body.

Bruce identified the dishes for me which could have been Greek for all I knew.

But Bruce spooned small amounts of each item onto my plate. There was one item I recognized, Rice.
I was pleasantly surprised the food was delicious. Maybe I was just hungry enough that anything would taste good.

I told Bruce, “I like this but I want to taste semen.” He said, “Patience, you’ll get a chance after dinner and a shower.”

Bruce said, “Would you mind if I invited a couple of friends over for breakfast tomorrow morning?” I asked, “Why do we need anyone else?” Bruce said, “There are several things that I need to expose you too and another couple would be ideal.”

I asked, “How many and what sex?” I didn’t want to be part of a gang bang without my instigating it. I did plan on one sometime in the future. In fact I wanted to try everything I had read or seen pictures of in those erotica books.

Bruce responded to my question and said, “Two people one male and one female in fact they are a married couple.” He went on, “They just happen to be deeply into BDSM and fantasy sex.”

I said, “Bruce I trust you for some reason or another so if you want them, invite them.”

Bruce said, “Let me make a call.” I could only hear his side of the conversation and it went like this. “Hi this is Bruce.” Then a pause and he said, “Can you come over tomorrow morning for brunch?” Another pause and he said, “I have a new young lady I want you to meet.” Another pause and he said, “I was fortunate enough to have popped her cherry this afternoon.”

A long delay and then he said, “No she is 18.” Then a short pause and he said, “I know that 13 or 14 is the going age, I’ll fill you in when you get here tomorrow,”

After another pause he said, “No I wouldn’t expose you to a minor.” He turned to me and asked, “Do you have a driver’s license?” I said, “No but I have a California ID that proves I’m 18.”

Bruce returned to the phone and said, “She has proof with her and we’ll show you tomorrow.”

Then he said into the phone, “Stop and get some eggs and Danish on your way, I’m out of food but have loads of coffee.”

Then he said, “OK see you around 10.” He hung up. He stood up and took me into his arms again. I felt his erection poking into me and it was exciting. He took my hand and we walked into the bedroom together. I helped him strip the sheet and he handed me a new fitted sheet and asked me to start putting it on while he took this one to the washer. It doesn’t take long to put on a fitted sheet and I was finished before he returned. He sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to him inviting me to sit.

I sat next to him and it felt nice, we were still naked. Bruce lay back on the bed and coaxed me close. He was holding his erection pointed at the ceiling. I recognized that he wanted a blow job. He said, “Show me how much you remember from this afternoon.” I rolled over and took his penis into my mouth, now I released and rearranged my body so I was kneeling on the bed. I leaned over and took him back into my mouth. I took a deep breath and just allowed my mouth to slowly consume his penis. When I reached the gag point I paused and collected myself. I took a deep breath and snorted to make sure my nasal passages were clear. I started to breath deeply through my nose and the vulgar rooting noise kicked in. But I was able to allow his penis to slide into my throat. I was so proud of myself. I started to swallow rapidly as Bruce had showed me earlier today and the rapid swallowing was exciting both of us. Bruce said, “Back off a bit and get a comfortable mouthful and just suck. I am going to ejaculate in a few minutes.”

I just started sucking on the front four inches of his erection. Now Bruce started giving me directions, “Faster, faster, a little deeper, oh slow it up a bit, Oh now faster, Oh god don’t stop, I’m Cumming, oh shit I’m Cumming.” I tasted my first spurt of semen; it entered my mouth as a pleasant surprise. I wanted to taste it. I was not disappointed. He filled my mouth. I was not displeased with the taste, I was surprised by the saltiness and the texture, and however I was very content accepting his ejaculation. Now my first dilemma, did I swallow or spit it out? I decided to swallow the semen and it was fine it went down smoothly and I licked the small residual amount off of Bruce’s penis.

I said, “That was exciting, I want to try that again.” Bruce said, “You’ll have to wait a while. I take some time to recover. Men have a problem rejuvenating.”

He held me in his arms and dozed off to sleep. I had my first exposure to male sleep disorder. Drain their penis and they go right to sleep.

I was wide awake and wanted more sex. This was new to me and I wanted more exploration.

I lay there feeling sorry for myself and pouting. I reached down and started a slow luxurious masturbation. The tip of my forefinger was teasing my clitoris and it was luxurious. I started going faster and faster exciting my clitoris. I reached under my buttocks and inserted a finger into my anus. That sent me over the top and I climaxed vigorously. As I climaxed, my body extended and my toes pointed, every fiber of my muscles were at a rigid state and my body looked like a model from a body building magazine. I looked at my legs and my thighs and calves were like bands of steel.

I flooded myself and inserted three fingers to scoop out all of my juices. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked my fingers and then sucked on them. I returned my fingers to my vagina and took another load of musk up to my mouth. I was enthralled by my own taste. I had a thought that sometime in the future I wanted to taste another woman’s musk.

I guess Bruce became aware that something was happening and sleepily asked, “Everything OK.” I was smiling like the Cheshire Cat and said, “Oh god, yes,”

Now I was able to roll over and go to sleep.

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