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11-Jul-2017 02:08

Needless to say, that within the next few weeks, I had acquired many helpful friends in my quest for info about the real spanking scene. So completely in love with the scenario we had set up. We finished our meal and walked back up to his room.

My AOL bill was ridiculously high by now, but I didn't care. A cyber spanking became my daily bedtime ritual and I went to bed very happy each night for the following weeks. We took the elevator down to the hotel restaurant and found a table. It was very late and almost time for me to return to my friend's house. He embraced me back and said, "You are very welcome, Sharon.

This meant calling my father, half way across the country and asking him for help.

I didn't even have money enough to move if I wanted to, let alone attend school.

My mouth dropped open and I read on and on with hungry eyes.

Finally, I discovered that I was not alone in my fantasy, to my utter amazement and joy.

The story mentions no safety precautions whatsoever, and because the story states that the people she was visiting did NOT know whom she was with, it is easy to assume that no one knew. She chose not to include this sort of hard, "logistical" detail in what she had intended to be a very deep and emotional piece.

Nevertheless, she now recognizes that while "emotional," it is also presented as a factual retelling of how she did obtain a first, real-life spanking, and in real life, certain precautions must be taken.

Here are a few safety tips for anyone considering meeting with a stranger: 1. If the answer is no, has he been honest about the reason? If you are in a personal situation where you feel you can trust no one, FIND SOMEONE. Women "in the scene" need to watch out for each other.The figure in my fantasies was always a man, and very much a Daddy-type figure.In my late twenties, having been dissatisfied with my career choice, I decided to go back to school on a graduate level.Dad, being the ever so generous and practical man he was, offered his hand and pocket book to help me.

I'll never forget that night, after our phone conversation..the first time in a long while I felt empowered to make a real difference in my future and couldn't wait to move back home and get started all over again.With great courage I accepted his offer and we made a date. I stayed with a friend in the city and the fourth night there, was the night before my fateful meeting with "Daddy". After a quick shower, I dressed for my morning interview: a cashmere lavender sweater, brown wool miniskirt, black stockings, black jacket and a brown twill coat. I was slowly relaxing more and more as I grew more comfortable with him. This hurts and you need to admit that." I laid my head back down on the pillow and he continued. But I lay still as the pain grew more and more intense. "That's my girl." he said and picked up the paddle to continue the spanking. He stopped to listen as he sat down on the side of the bed. I push others away, I run from adventure, I run from opportunity. My "confessions" weren't out of the ordinary for any adult. Finally, I had come past the point of anger towards the spanking and had reached that helpless spot of true submissiveness and vulnerability. I had given into the pain and stopped struggling against the spanking. He patted my back, my tender bottom, stroked the back of my neck and rocked me for a very long time. "Maybe I should have brought a pillow for you, Sharon." he teased, which made me giggle. All I knew was that I had just gotten my very first spanking and that I was in heaven. I also didn't feel like having to explain to my friend why I didn't come home that night. He dressed me in my coat and we stood at the door if his room to say goodbye. I faced the mirror first and turned my body around to inspect my flaming red bottom. The next day I went to another interview and DID have to keep from wincing as I sat down.