Foray

(seventy-five goddamn cents for all that paper and I am going to use one square inch of it. oh, well... sheesh, look at the implants on that bimbo...wow...oh, that's her face!... hadn't noticed that corner, ok, here it goes...)
The coins clanged down into the guts of the newspaper stand. It was almost impossible not to look around to see if someone was watching him. (act as if you did this every day and no one will notice... yeah, sure... ok, one sharp pull or this damned contraption will forget you paid... there... the "Sensual Times"... ok, back to the car). Once inside the car he looked all around to see if anyone had noticed or was still watching (apparently all clear but keep checking).
He turned to the back pages and started his search. Personals... Personals... B&D...Spanking... ok, let's see
BAD BOYS in need of... (you kidding?)
CRUEL MASTER seeks slave... (I thought this was spanking...)
DESIGNER SPANKINGS, discrete, no sex 345-6789 (hm, one, maybe...)
MISTRESS AMELIA will accept... (nah!...)
SPANKING by discrete, experienced female 123-4567 (more like it...two, maybe...)
SPANKING DUNGEON private, comfy 234-5678 (maybe three, that's all?... ok, eenie, minnie, miny...)
His stomach was tight as he leaned against the deepest corner of the phone booth. (booth? no doors, drafty, cold...) The coins clanged again. He was surprised he dialed correctly the first time. (maybe I am getting good at this)
His throat clutched as the soft voice greeted him with a slow and completely neutral:
"Hello"
He swallowed hard and barely managed to utter:
"Hello, I... I would like to have a spanking"
(I am not getting good at this)
The soft voice said:
"You would like to what?" and paused.
His heart sped up and his throat tightened. Fighting to overcome his nerves he tried again:
"Uh, I read your ad in the Sensual Times for spanking. I would like to have a spanking"
He breathed easier. The soft voice said, slowly:
"Today?"
The word "today" managed to come out of his mouth. The soft voice said:
"When?"
His throat kept tightening but he managed:
"As soon as possible"
The soft voice said:
"I have time later this evening, say about 7:30"
He relaxed, that was less than an hour away, but where? He said:
"Where are you located?"
The soft voice said:
"Near Eland Mall, how long will it take you to get here?"
He said:
"About half an hour"
The soft voice said:
"There is a gas station at the corner of Third and Main, why don't you call me again when you get there?
He said:
"How much do you charge for one hour?".
The voice was firmer as it said:
"90 dollars for 45 minutes"
His ears were buzzing:
"I will call you again in half an hour, bye"
The soft voice said:
"Bye"
He drove toward Eland Mall barely noticing the traffic around him. His mind raced through his plans and excuses. The overtime request had covered his evening. The cancellation of the request was exhilarating.
He hadn't had a good spanking in at least five months. His last commercial spanking was close to a disaster.
Her voice had sounded inviting enough. Or was that wishful thinking? Was this a set up at the gas station? That part of town was usually open and well lit. Last trip to Eland Mall was 3 years ago. Was it still the same? Is this safe?
He noticed a street sign: Fifth Street. He was not aware of having crossed Third. Maybe better, he told himself, went around the block and parked, walked to the gas station, phoned.
The soft voice said:
"Hello"
He said:
"Hello, I phoned you about half an hour ago about a spanking, I am phoning from the gas station at Third and Main".
The soft voice said:
"My, you really must want a spanking"
He said:
"Yes" (I said that didn't I?)
The soft voice said: "What is your name?"
He swallowed and managed a:
"Richard"
The soft voice said:
"ok, Richard, I live at ...( and gave an address nearby ) have you brought your own toys?"
He said:
"Yes"
She said:
"Come on up then, I'm on the second floor"
He tightened up again as he climbed the stairway (well lit but you never know what's around the next landing). He knocked at the apartment door.
A friendly face on a well dressed body greeted him with:
"Come in, please, Richard, it's cold outside"
She closed the door and said:
"My name is Marie"
It was a small two bedroom apartment with one of the bedrooms reserved for spankings. She entered the room first and said:
"I hope it's warm enough, is this ok?"
There was a matress on the floor, two chairs, some very light paddles and very heavy tapestries as decoration on the walls, and a narrow full length mirror. He said:
"It's fine, should I pay you now?"
She said: "You can place your donation on that tray, Richard, then undress or whatever you want to do, I will be right back."
She returned five minutes later more scantily clad but still quite dressed, a filmy cover over dark colored shorts and blouse, high heels, the feeling that she was going to be doing strenuous exercise but was going to be dressed elegantly for it.
She counted the money and pocketed it. Her fingernails were very well done. Long, pointed, very red (how the hell is she going to get a good grip on a paddle with those?). He said:
"One hour?"
She said:
"Approximately"
Sitting down on one of the chairs she said:
"Over my lap?"
He said:
"No, I want to lie down on the mattress"
He had stripped naked but she showed absolutely no reaction to his nakedness. He put a towel on the mattress and eased himself on to it face down. She knelt by his side and looked at the collection of toys he had placed on the other chair. He said:
"I want you on top so that you can hit both cheeks very evenly"
With a slight hesitation she said:
"Which toy first?"
He said:
"The one that looks like a hairbrush"
She grabbed it and climbed over him so that her feet were by his shoulders. (on high heels, bent over like that?) He said:
"You will get tired that way, why don't you kneel on the mattress? I am not going to bother you, ok?"
She said:
"ok"
the sharp tone was clear:
"Better watch your step, buster"
(or what? what keeps you safe if you get a nut case? risky business). She was almost sitting down on his shoulders as she tried a few light taps with the hairbrush on his cheeks. He immediately said:
"You can go a lot harder"
She immediately did. After a few strokes, he said:
"Not quite that hard"
After a few more strokes:
"A little harder"
She did not move.
"Please"
She resumed the spanking. Something was not right in the feel of that hairbrush, was it the sting of a cold paddle? the temperature of the room? her presence? his nerves?. He said:
"Let me up for a minute"
He stood up and took the brush from her hand. She let it go with a cautious:
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing that you are doing, the brush must be cold or I need to warm up a little."
He went to the mirror and began spanking himself as he was accustomed to doing at home. With a miffed expression she said:
"Let me do it."
He said:
"No... I will do this for a couple of minutes then you can go much harder."
She watched him increase the strength of his swats with an impatient expression on her face. After several rounds, the color on his cheeks started to rise and he felt more relaxed. He lowered himself on to the mattress again and she knelt over his shoulders again. Her thighs gave him a little squeeze on the arms as she got into position. The soft voice said:
"Perhaps you were a little nervous... maybe the paddle was cold from being in the car."
He grunted agreement as the paddle distributed even coats of sting on his buns.
"You can go harder now."
The soft voice said:
"And the magic word is?"
"Please"
he said as she said, still softly:
" AndWHACK... don'tWHACK... youWHACK... forWHACK... getWHACK... itWHACK..."
Good, hard swats, the last two yielded little sounds from his throat. He laughed, she laughed also.
"ok, go harder, please."
She obliged and spanked his buns with a hard, even touch. But the sequence was weird, now here, now there, without a pattern, repeating strokes.
(is she doing this on purpose? why do I have to tell her exactly what to do?...)
He said:
"Please don't jump around all over the place. can't you do it like I was doing it?"
She said: "don't you like repeats?"
(why? that seemed like a weird question)
"No, I don't like repeats. I would like to have a very even spanking going around and around like I was doing in front of the mirror."
With a non-commital
"Oh, ok" she started again.
He felt a lot more relaxed now that she was doing it the way he wanted it. This was the beginning of what he had envisioned. He glanced at the little clock on the shelf. Almost half of the time was gone.
(oh, well, at least it is going in the right direction now, maybe I'll go half an hour extra)
After several more rounds she speeded up and spanked harder until his legs started to twitch.
(now we are cooking, finally). After resting for twenty or thirty seconds she started again, a little softer at first, then ramping up fast until she was spanking hard enough to make him squirm.
And she kept him squirming for what seemed like ages.
(aaahhhh!, how deliciously desperating...keep going, keep going, I am not complaining, keep going...)
He thought she stopped to let him rest and was engrossed in the feeling of the sting, nerve endings ablaze.
Then he felt the tips of her nails connecting to the very top of his cheeks
(is she going to dig in?)
The nails began to move, barely scratching, almost caressing the surface of his glowing buns.
(Aahhh! holy sh...)
His head arched until he thought his neck would snap. A wave of warm, overwhelming tingling swept up his spine, crawled up the back and sides of his skull and washed onto his brain. His entire body twitched, his throat tightened, he moved from side to side and arched again. It was almost like he was trying to get away from it but he knew better
(Don't stop, oh please don't stop, aahhhh...)
And he arched again. He was aware of how light a touch she was using, just the tips of her fingernails riding the tops of his hair pores. A small part of him wanted to know why, the rest of him wanted more.
(how is this possible?... I thought I was melting into the mattress...don't stop, please, don't... there it goes again, aaahhh...)
She kept up the fingernail raking until the intensity of his reaction subsided.
When she stopped he let his head flop down on the matress. He was panting. The soft voice said:
"You didn't know that, did you?"
He said:
"No, I sure didn't. thank you for doing that. Really thank you."
She said:
"It was a pleasure."
After a short rest, she said:
"Shall I spank you again?"
He said: "Wait a few more seconds, then try again, please"
She did, starting slowly and softly and building up again, but it was not the same. It was difficult to get back to the feeling he had before the fingernail rake. After several rounds he said:
"Maybe not quite so hard, please"
She said:
"Your time is almost up, you know"
He said:
"Oh, well, I wanted more spanking but after that fingernail thing it's not the same."
She said:
"Yes, it is like that"
and gave him another little hug with her legs on his upper arms as she stood up. He sat up on the mattress, eyes level with her belly. With a soft sweep of her arm she pulled sideways at the crotch of her skimpy shorts barely showing the side of her pussy while her tongue swept her lips lightly. His eyes darted from her pussy to her mouth, to her eyes. In a blink his eyes had said:
"I didn't come here for sex, there isn't enough chemistry between us and I don't want to catch any diseases"
In the same blink her eyes had understood.
With a very slight, dissapointed shrug (that little shrug is sure flattering, probably just being polite, though... fast lady) she went on to the next item to sell before the time was up. The soft voice said:
"I have a friend that makes leather whips, would you like to see them?"
He said:
"I am not into whips, just paddles... but, sure, let me see what you got"
He was feeling thankful for the fingernails and leaving immediately just didn't seem right. She brought out some very well crafted whips and he admired them. He said:
"Well made, but they don't have the feel of a paddle"
She said:
"Let me show you... just a little"
with enough firmness that he didn't feel like disagreeing. She stepped back about two steps and started to spin the whip. The handle in her hands was moving slightly but forcefully while all nine "tails" swung in a circular blur and whistled ominously. She said:
"Stand up and turn around"
He obeyed. She walked toward him slowly until the tips of the whip started to graze his buns. A shower of little bursts of sting, almost like pinpricks, bathed his red buns (hey... that feels better than I thought it would... wow). She stopped. He said:
"Remarkable, much better than I expected, but I still prefer a good wood paddle or hairbrush."
She said:
"Try this also, please hold still."
He held his position in expectation. She gave him three well laid strokes across both cheeks. The first two were softer (that's all this thing can do?) but the last one wrapped around his right cheek and dug in. He said:
"No trouble feeling that last one"
They both laughed. He started to move toward his clothes which were draped on the second chair (ok, pretty good time this time, but not worth an extra half hour). She said:
"Don't you want to spank me at all?"
(she is asking me to spank her?) He said:
"I hadn't thought of it, my mind was still in that fingernail thing you did."
She said:
"Come on, at least take a couple of whacks at it"
as she put both hands and both knees on the seat of the first chair, her butt sticking out, her head turned with a smile. He was as flattered as he was surprised. (what a small tail! hardly enough to spank, cute... but I like two nice pillows to bump against, still, the lady asks, the lady gets...) He raised his arm and his hand swept an arc that landed near the bottom of those tiny buns with an upward sweep. A fabric muffled whack greeted his ears and made her almost lose her balance. She stuck her bottom further out so the next swat would not tip her forward quite as much. He put his hand on her waist to steady her also and landed two more medium soft swats. She said:
"Oh, come on, you can do better than that..."
Both enjoyed the next four or five firm swats. (and all this on overtime... what a nice way of saying "come and see me again, sometime"...you play all the angles don't you?). He helped her down from the chair seat and held her arm while she steadied herself on her high heels.
Then he thanked her for a good time and started to dress and pack up his toys . In a few minutes he was at the front door feeling quite warm from the experience and tried to hug her lightly good-bye. Her initial reaction to his proximity was to recoil. Suspicion of what? or fear of what?. But she checked the reaction and allowed the hug. (getting your buns slapped is one thing, getting your face that close to a customer is another... slowly I learn).
He was a lot more worried about the stairs now than before but nothing happened. He got back to his car safely and drove home. He braced himself for a bad reception as he entered his house. The house was empty. A note on the kitchen table said:
"PTA meeting tonight. Sorry I forgot to tell you. Some food in the fridge. Back soon, I hope. Kids went to Grandma's. Love."
He got some fresh underwear, his bathrobe and pajamas and felt relieved as he closed the bathroom door. (so far, so good). The mirror showed a reasonably pink set of buns (it wasn't that much of a spanking and I sat on it for almost an hour in the car... I can get three times redder than this on my own without paying ninety dollars and taking a big risk... still, the fingernail thing was mind blowing... it's going to be a long time before I try this again... how do I get Irene to do the fingernail bit?... how do I get her to spank me in the first place?)
He got into the shower and was almost done when he heard the front door open. (damn, no chance to be in bed now... ok, time to keep your temper or this marriage is history).
Irene opened the bathroom door with:
"Hi, how was work?"
"Fine, how was PTA?"
He was hoping it would end there but she opened the shower door and saw his cheeks.
"Aaagh! Damn you! You've done it again! Why do you hurt yourself like this? What's wrong with you?"
and slammed the shower door, and then the bathroom door on her way out. (breathe deep, try to relax, it'll blow over in a couple of days). He smelled her cigarette. (good, maybe it'll calm her down a little). She opened the bathroom door again and said:
"The overtime thing was a lie wasn't it?"
He said:
"No, it wasn't. They called it off one hour after they asked for it because the prototype boards didn't come in as promised."
She said:
"I don't believe you. You told me a lie so you could go and cavort with some whore and get yourself beat up like this"
He said slowly: "I did not lie to you. I had a fun spanking with absolutely no sex involved. I am not beat up. It was fun. It would have been a lot better with you but it just wasn't happening here."
She said:
"First, I think something is very wrong with this. Second, you never asked."
He said: "For the last several weeks I have been dropping hints and clues at every opportunity. There was no response from you. You don't believe me when I tell you that this is fun for me, so you do not respond at all."
She said:
"Don't you see how you are hurting your body instead of coping with some memory of your youth that is causing you trouble? Don't you see how abnormal this is?"
He said:
"First, I told you it was fun but you do not believe me. You think all spankings are supposed to be painful punishments. Believe me, they are not. (that's for sure, especially after that fingernail rake). Second, the word abnormal is a fuzzy, illogical catch-all. We have been taught as children: "this is normal, this is not normal" the missionary position is normal, oral sex is not normal, anal sex is abominable, etc. Do you remember "sixty-nine" a week ago?... (silence, damn right) The logical definition of "normal" is that which occurs most often in a given population. Look, in a forest... you may have many groups of trees that have the same height, different heights, but each group of exactly the same height. The largest such group is normal, that height is the norm. But every human being is different, everyone comes to the present by their own, unique, chaotic path. There is no "normal", especially when it comes to adult play. Are you willing to allow adult play that is not just making love in bed, in the missionary position?" (I hope that didn't push too hard...)
She said:
"You know damn well what I mean by normal. People just don't do this sort of thing. Think of the kids, think of our reputation, think of the community, think... would you, Tom?"
He said:
"No, I don't know what you mean by normal except that you want me to change that part of my personality. But it is very close to the core of my personality. There is no such thing as a "normal" human being, it is truly impossible. Think about it, every experience is different because it is interpreted in the light of each person's own, personal, previous experience. No two people are alike. I was interested in spanking and experimented quite a bit with it before I met you. It can be a very erotic experience that has to be felt from the inside to be understood, then there is no problem understanding it. You have no right to ask me to change a part of my inner person. I am not hurting anybody, not even myself. When I spank myself, I am always just below the pain threshhold. Sting on my buns, and nowhere else, is enjoyable to me. Redness and swelling of my buns, and nowhere else, is enjoyable to me. It can be very enjoyable alone and much more so with someone who understands and cares. Professional spankings are a dim shadow of what a good spanking can be. The children?... I won't tell them if you won't. The community... can fly in ever diminishing circles until they dissapear up the community asshole. The people that make up the community... many of them actually play adult games, or you wouldn't have so many ads for all sorts of adult games and places where you can go and pay to play them. And if we could play this way at home we may find each other very, very much happier. I hope you understand. We could be so much happier."
(better leave it there, I hope I didn't say anything wrong) She said:
"You... are... impossible. Better take another shower and maybe you'll feel better in the morning. And don't expect me in the sack for many days. I will sleep on the couch, thank you."
And closed the door firmly behind her. (well, at least she didn't slam it, there is some hope there...) The words of an old song came to mind:

"hang it up, see what tomorrow brings
sometimes the light's all shining on me
other times I can hardly see
lately it appears to me
what a strange, long trip it's been"

Two days later, at breakfast, she said:
"The next time you want your buns warmed up, just drop some hints and I'll do my best to pick them up, ok?"
and gave him a peck on the cheek as she picked up her coat and purse and hurried toward her car.
(ok,... sounds good to me...)

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