I had just left university, and in a job I despised, when I first met Daniel. I walked down the hill from my house to meet him at his car. Our conversation flowed easily. He was a man I hoped would strip me and spank my bare bottom. He was my first spanking partner.
I began fantasising about spanking play when I first got a pornographic magazine. Among the usual thirty-something women with ample curves and pretty faces, dressed up as teenagers, was a picture of a man playfully smacking a girl over his knee. She had her back arched to make sure the reader had an uninhibited view of all her charms, and her top was hitched over her bare, milky-white breasts. It excited me more than the others. But just as much as I wanted to be the man, with a sexy wriggling-but-willing girl laid over his lap, to do with as he pleased, I also wanted to be the one ceding control.
Luckily, the internet isn't short of outlets for unusual desires, and I soon found pictures of frowning, experienced-looking women in pencil skirts and reading glasses, spanking their chubby-looking husbands. But, no girls a generation up on me who could redden my bottom, and perhaps show me a trick or two in the bedroom. A simple beating wouldn’t do it, as in my mind, the spanking always led on to sex.
I found some personal advertisements courtesy of a well-known search engine, but no experienced women looking for a younger man to have some fun with. Latex dominatrices aplenty, but welts aren’t for me. Queuing up behind balding old bankers and circuit-judges isn't my inclination either.
I wanted a telling-off from a knowing vixen who then unzipped and stripped me naked, told me how vile I was for nursing a blood-engorged penis, set me over her lap and spanked me till I was on the edge of exploding with sexual urge. Then I wanted to be indulged in some comfortable, uninhibited screwing. None of the uneasiness and embarrassment of a younger woman, but seasoned, fun-filled fucking with a woman who knew herself and wanted entertaining.
There were none.
Well, what about a man?
By this time, I had been communicating for some time with various spanking devotees on a number of chat rooms. Some were submissive, some the more dominant type. All were a good decade my senior and most old enough to be my parents. I had talked with some of the straight submissives about finding a casual female partner to teach me a lesson. There were so few, and it was an oft-lamented problem, they said. Most of the good ones liked to maintain control of the situation, so a spanking followed by no-holds-barred sex was off the cards. What I wanted would mean dispensing with money.
What about having my bottom beaten by another man, they said? There was no shortage of experienced gay spankers who were always keen to show a youngster a thing or two. But, I'm straight, I said. That would be weird for me.
I let it go for a couple of months. Maybe I could attract a girl to spank? It will surprise no-one that submissive young girls are somewhat hesitant to share their personal details with all and sundry on the internet. The few attractive ones available described themselves as models. That sounded expensive.
I think the trouble is, I've always been a lot dirtier than any girl I've dated, and I've been too Disney-fed and idealistic to make sexual adventurousness one of my top demands in a partner. Looks? Yes. A liberal outlook? Definitely. Brains? Please! Laughs for my awful jokes? Of course. But after that, once we're dating, to someone who knew my tastes it may have looked like I was chasing celibacy. And you can hardly tell if the girl you're seated opposite, at Pizza Express on that stuttering first date, is as good at sucking cock while bending over as she is at smiling sweetly while chuntering on about tennis.
I got chatting to some of the male dominants. What were they looking for? How did they like to play? How much experience did they have with young straight boys? Was I going to end up waking up in a bath full of ice?
Eventually, I found Daniel, and after exchanging a few emails, we began phoning. He was retired and spent his days spanking, being spanked, and doing some volunteering work. He had his own flat on the other side of town, overlooking a famous park, and had been into the spanking scene for 30 years. He liked sex with his partners, but had spanked plenty of straight boys without any penetration, he assured me.
I was a beginner, and he said he'd make sure I had a good time.
Then, we arranged to meet.
I prepared by taking a nice long shower. It was a hot day, so I made sure I was fresh. I washed my hair and face, my arms and torso. I then lathered up by tool and balls, peeling back my foreskin and gently cleaning my purple cockhead. I cleaned by bottom thoroughly, paying particular attention between the cheeks.
I always find this best done by lying down in a bath with a shower, pulling my ankles back and spreading by legs, allowing the water to spray on my boyhole, and then scrubbing away.
When all was smelling sweet, I stayed in the same prostrate position and foamed up my balls and cherry. I shaved, making sure the skin was taught and the shave was close.
I don't have too much hair between my legs, but I always feel cleaner and fresher when it's stripped away, and a part of me wanted to impress and arouse my new senior friend.
I moisturised from my hole to the top of my penis and sprinkled aftershave on my balls. I then pulled on some tight-fitting trunk-style underpants, my best jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt, and began to stroll down the hill.
I found his car. ``Daniel?”
``Yes, good to meet you. Hop in, let's go.''
He was dressed in jeans, with smart black leather brogues and a cream short-sleeve shirt worn open-necked. His skin was flecked with age, and he had rough but fleshy palms as we shook hands. He had splashed himself with a musky cologne. We chatted generally about what a nice day it was, before moving on quite abruptly into talk about the scene.
``So this will be your first time? Well, there's quite a lively scene here. If you enjoy yourself, perhaps I can introduce you to a few people.
``Well, yes, I suppose, I...''
``Ha! Sorry, I didn't mean to get ahead of myself. It's just you're a good-looking lad, I can tell that already, and so I'm sure you'd be popular. Anyway, let's talk about today. You said on the phone you'd like a gentle introduction. Some hand action, over my lap, on your bare bottom,'' he said with a smile, as we drove through the city streets.
It felt new and exciting. The couples and groups we passed on the pavement couldn't have guessed what we were about to get up to. But Daniel could tell I was nervous, I think, which I certainly was. I'm normally the talker among my friends, but it was he who kept the chat going, moving effortlessly from how lovely the park was today, to whether I'd be comfortable undressing myself or being undressed, to what sports I liked, to what sexual idiosyncrasies he enjoyed himself. He, too, liked to be spanked, but I wouldn't be expected to do anything like that to him today.
He asked if I had a girlfriend, and didn't draw breath when I answered that I had. Ginny is a delicious southern belle with hazelnut hair and hand-filling tear-drop breasts. Perhaps I'll talk about her unusual tastes another time.
We reached his flat, and I was casually escorted inside, as he assured me his neighbours knew about his lifestyle and wouldn't complain about ``any noise.'' The anxiousness filling my gut was now splitting in two, it's twin becoming vague arousal.
I followed him up the stairs after taking off my shoes and socks – there's nothing more horrible than being trouser-less, yet be-socked – and we both entered his bedroom. On his double-bed was a towel on which were arranged an impressive array of bum-beating instruments. A leather tawse, a switch, a square paddle made from a pale-looking wood, various thin canes, but none of the fear-inducing, welt-leaving headmaster types. We'd agreed to start gentle. Shafts of light fell through a large, wide window, and a breeze made the leaves on the trees outside whisper.
The bedroom was large enough for two people to walk around the bed and to accommodate a wardrobe and dresser, on which were a digital camera, an impressive pink dildo and some lube. He also had a spanking frame and an armless dining chair.
``What do you think of my toys?'
I merely smiled back. I noticed at this point, Daniel was a good half-head shorter than I, but his poise and bolt-straight posture melted the difference away. He had kind, grey eyes and a smattering of grey hair, which was thinner on the top and brushed to the side. He sat on the chair and beckoned me to sit on his lap, which I gingerly did.
``So, how are you feeling? Ready to start? Do you have any questions, or shall I begin? We're not role-playing, so all you need do is say `stop' and that's exactly what will happen. After our fun, I've got some cream for your bottom and we can have a beer together.''
``Sounds good. Let's start.''
He eased me up, and guided me round to stand in front of him.
``Let's have these off, please,'' he said, tugging at my trousers at the knees. We'd agreed I'd strip myself as it would afford me more of a sense of control, which might be best for a first-timer, he had said. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my flies and stepped out of my jeans, which he took and threw to the back of the bed. He looked at me and smiled, searching my eyes to see if losing my trousers had startled me.
``Hands on your head, now,'' he said, again, searching my face. ``Let's see what we have.'' He turned me round in a circle, gently slipping his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulling it higher, so that my exact contours could be admired.
``Hmmm, perhaps a big boy?'' he teased, garnering a smile from me.