“What’s this?” he asked, his real question being what it was doing stuck in her sofa’s cushions.

“Oh. Um. Oh, Gabe,” she stammered, knowing there was no harmless explanation for it and honesty was the only way to go, but so afraid of what he’d think of her secret. “That’s my … my spanking paddle.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, knowing what it was and that she’d claimed ownership of it, doing nothing to aid his confusion.

She stood there, frozen, thoughts racing through her mind. It was the only secret she’d kept from him, wondering if a time would come when she’d be able to tell him about her fetish. Her option to choose when to tell him was taken away by her forgetting to put it away after spanking herself that morning before work. He waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts, and finally she came to sit next to him on the sofa, taking the paddle from him.

“Will you listen to my whole story before you judge me?” she asked sheepishly, hoping that judge wouldn’t become condemn.

“Of course I will, Bear,” he said, using the pet name they’d decided on together after he’d proclaimed, ‘Your whole body is so soft like a teddy bear.’ The statement was meant to counter her self-criticism about being overweight. She’d laughed at the time, asking if he was going to call her Teddy Bear, and they shortened it to just Bear.

“You’re so sweet, Gabe,” she said sadly, comforted by his use of the affectionate name, but still afraid of losing him once he knew. “Okay. First. I like getting spanked. I don’t know why, but it’s something I definitely like; in fact, it seems as though I’ve always liked it. Before you ask, no, my parents didn’t spank me as a child, but I did have an interest in it as a child.”

She couldn’t look at him as she explained, but she paused now to check on his reaction. There being none, she continued.

“I’m what’s called a Spanko. People who developed an interest in spanking at a very young age before having any understanding of any sexual side to it. Even as adults, spankos don’t understand why they’ve had this interest for so long, and most don’t have any idea what triggered it. Some have figured out that seeing a friend or relative getting spanked sparked their interest. I don’t know where my interest came from.

“As a child, that interest manifested itself in things like looking up the word ‘spank’ in the dictionary, watching any sort of spanking in a movie or cartoon with interest, and eventually wondering what it would feel like to get a real spanking.

“As I got older, that curiosity became a powerful desire to be spanked, but it’s still looked upon by most people as some sort of perversion, so you keep it a secret. Some find someone with similar interests accidentally. Others dare to approach a lover about it. And some spank themselves to satisfy that need. That’s me. I’ve never been spanked by someone else, but I spanked myself with this paddle before going to work this morning.”

Gabe had listened attentively, showing no reaction even now that it seemed her story was complete.

“I was going to tell you about it eventually, Gabe. I was hoping for some perfect time to tell you, but that hadn’t happened yet,” she added, hoping it would minimize his reaction to her keeping it a secret.

“May I ask some questions?”

“Yes! Please do!” she replied, somewhat encouraged by his reaction so far.

“Does this mean you’re into some sort of BDSM thing?”

“No! No, just spanking … which is something those people do too, but I’m just into spanking. Not being tied up, or whipped, or led around on a leash. Just spanking.”

“When you do it, are you feeling like you need to be punished for something? … punishing yourself for some reason?”

“Some people are like that. Some couples have what’s called a domestic discipline arrangement where one is the disciplinarian and the other has rules to follow to avoid being spanked. I understand that often includes spanking just for fun too, but I’m not into that either. So, no, I’m not looking to be punished.

“It may seem like I do because I like role-playing scenarios. I imagine I’m a schoolgirl sent to the headmaster to be spanked for some sort of bad behavior. Or a secretary spanked by her boss for making too many mistakes in her work, but regardless of the situation, it doesn’t reach the level of real punishment for me.”

“So, how far do you go with it? Do you want it to hurt? A little, a lot?” he asked with a grimace.

“It has to hurt a little, Honey. A stinging red bottom is the final reward I’m looking for from a good spanking, but that can come from either a quick flurry of hard spanks, or a long drawn-out spanking with a softer touch. It just … feels so good! Both getting spanked and the end result. They say you have more nerve endings in your bottom than elsewhere and its proximity to … to sex organs makes it arousing.”

“Why would you spank yourself before work?” he asked with a mixture of curiosity and distaste.

“This will probably sound weird. Are you sure you want to know? No, I’ll tell you. You know how most people think of librarians as so straightlaced and proper. It gives me a little thrill to work with my colleagues with a stinging red bottom. Like, I know I just got a spanking, but they don’t, and I’m wondering what they’d think if they did know!” she said, pausing to decide whether to reveal another detail or not. “Sometimes I go without panties to make it feel even more naughty.”

He tried to hold back a smile, but she caught it. The thought of catching her without panties was very appealing to him.

“I need to think about this a while. I’m a little disappointed you kept this from me, though I understand it would be hard to tell anyone. Still, this is a side of you I knew nothing about, and it’s quite an impactful secret, if you’ll pardon the pun. I’m not sure what to think of all this, and I’ll need some time to consider how I feel about it, but I do have one more question. Are you hoping that I will spank you?”

“That would be really amazing if you did, but you don’t have to, Gabe! Can we just go on as we were, with my little fetish still under wraps, something you don’t see any evidence of? Well, except for maybe seeing a rosy blush to my bottom once in a while? Come to think of it, you may have already seen that,” she added lightheartedly, and he nodded, having recalled that as she was telling her story. “My point is I could be happy if you never did, um … spank me. I would never choose spanking if it meant losing you. What we have is so important to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you, but I realize I’ve disappointed you by keeping this secret and I’m truly sorry for that.”

“Thank you for that,” he said, getting up and walking to the door. He intended to just leave, but he couldn’t. “Come give me a kiss, Bear.” She jumped up and threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly before tilting her head up for the promised kiss. “Goodnight, Bear,” he said with a sad tone and walked out the door.

She just stared at the door for a minute, praying that wasn’t the last she’d see of Gabriel. Starting to cry, she collapsed on the sofa with her head in her hands. ‘What have I done!?’ she scolded herself. She was happier than she’d ever been and this stupid fetish that she never asked for had to mess it up. She saw the paddle on the coffee table where she’d left it, picked it up, and threw it in anger across the room, where it hit several of her beloved books.

Days went by without a word from him, and her fears were slowly overtaking her. He’d seemed to accept her story and explanations in such a kind and understanding way, but he was still disappointed in her keeping the secret. Was that all it was, or had he now decided her kinky fetish was just too weird, whether he was exposed to it or not? Whenever she thought about spanking, she wished the desire would just go away, and she seriously started to believe that she could stop it completely if that was a condition of him taking her back.

But the longer it took, the more convinced she became that she’d lost him. A weekend passed and a day at the Book Rescuers did nothing to elevate her mood. The owners noticed and asked if they could help, but obviously she couldn’t tell them anything about it. As she put new books on the shelf in the Parenting section, she came across the book on corporal punishment she’d been looking through when Gabe first came to her for help. She’d quickly closed it and stuffed it under another book on the cart so he wouldn’t see it. Now it made her cry.

Gabe also thought about it constantly, but he wasn’t sure what bothered him anymore. Yes, she’d kept a secret from him, but he could understand why, and he believed her when she said she would have told him about it eventually.

Part of it was that it was a practice that was so far off his radar that he had never even come across it or thought about it in any way. He’d looked at plenty of porn on the internet before he’d met Melanie. They’d looked at more as they were learning, a couple of times together, but he’d never come across spanking as a sexual practice, so he decided to go looking for it. But he couldn’t do that at work, so he would have to wait for the weekend.

With a fresh mind and a cup of tea, he sat at his computer early Saturday morning. He started simple, Googling ‘spanking,’ but that only brought up a bunch of listings related to it as a practice for punishing children. ‘Adult spanking’ was more productive, and he followed a link that posed the question, ‘Are you a spanko’, remembering her using that term. It was a helpful, albeit clinical, description of spanking as a sexual practice, learning that for some, it replaced ‘penetrative sex’ as their primary sexual practice; another term he was unfamiliar with.

The writer mentioned a female psychologist who had a bunch of YouTube videos on the subject. He watched many of them and was surprised to find she described herself as a spanko. These helped him understand the psyche of a spanko better than the clinical article had. It was early afternoon before he felt he’d seen enough of those.

After lunch, he decided to look for spanking porn to see what it was like, and maybe what participants got out of it. He Googled ‘spanking porn’ and the second listing, SpankingTube.com, caught his eye and, once on the site, his interest. There he saw so many different forms. Many were short clips from professional porn movies promoting a particular movie or site. He looked at a listing of categories, found ‘Self Spanking – Female’ and followed that. These were the opposite of professional: definitely homemade clips that showed women of all shapes and sizes spanking themselves with a variety of implements.

He found one that purported to be domestic discipline, and he watched a number of those by the same couple, also homemade but with a little more attention to quality. It seemed to be exactly as Melanie had described it. Most of them claimed to be real punishment for real reasons, but sprinkled in were the naughty girl requesting a spanking purely for pleasure. He found it interesting that she still cried and pleaded for it to stop, yet happily kissed him in gratitude at the end. That confused him. He found professional disciplinarians who apparently sold their services to those who felt they needed to be spanked and didn’t have someone to do it.

It had all captured his attention so thoroughly that he was surprised to find it almost dark outside when he finished. He found it hard to believe there were over forty thousand such videos on this one site, and he’d seen links to many other spanking video and picture sites as well. He went to bed feeling that it wasn’t quite so weird after all, but there was quite a range of methods and severity in the practice.

He spent most of Sunday doing chores, with the whole affair still ever present on his mind. He hadn’t come to a conclusion about it, other than knowing he didn’t want to lose Melanie. He wondered whether he actually could spank her. He’d found ample evidence to suggest that spanking for pleasure could easily escalate into more severe practices, and the pictures he’d seen of horribly bruised, and even bloody, backsides haunted him. He was certain that he could never progress to that point. “I love Melanie too much to do that to her,” he actually said aloud.

Wait! What? Did he really say he loved her, or was that his subconscious speaking? He let that thought ruminate for a while, but eventually a big smile came upon his face, and he knew what he had to do. It was Sunday evening, so he decided to sleep on it and if he still felt the same way in the morning …

“Is Melanie around?” he asked the desk clerk as he barged into the library early Monday morning. The clerk was about to point in a vague direction when she came running out of one of the aisles, having heard his voice.

“Hi, Bear,” he said gently, tears threatening to form, so happy he was to see her again. She didn’t move, just started crying at the mention of her pet name. “Is there someplace we can talk?”

“I’m taking a break!” she announced as she held out her hand and led him to the farthest corner of the library, standing with her back to the end cap of shelves. Still afraid to speak, she welcomed his fingers wiping her tears away.

“I’ve spent every available minute thinking about you, about us, and about your fetish,” he started, and she suspected by calling it that he was distancing himself from it. “And I’ve come to one very important conclusion.” She stared back with pleading eyes, begging him to tell her. “I don’t want to lose you, Melanie, because I think I love you!”

“Oh, Gabriel!” she shrieked and wrapped her arms tightly around him, feeling like he was a lifesaver thrown to a drowning woman. “Do you really?” she asked after a long hug and still sniffling with a few tears streaking down her cute cheeks.

“I do, Bear! I love you!” he said and kissed her with as much love and tenderness as he could.

“Oh, Gabriel, I love you too! I realized that when I tried to face the fear of losing you. I was so scared, Honey, but now you’re back, and … and I love you so much!” she said and hugged him again, still not quite believing it had all worked out, but then she realized he hadn’t told her how he felt about the spanking; he’d only mentioned it as her fetish.

“Gabe, about the spanking. I won’t …”

“Yes, about that,” he interrupted. “I’ve given that a lot of thought too, and I think you’ve been a very naughty girl keeping that secret from me!” Her mouth dropped open. Surely he couldn’t know that naughty was a trigger word, but she stared at him not knowing what to expect. “So, I think that at the first opportunity, I need to sit down, put you over my knee …” She gasped aloud. “… and give you a good spanking!”

“Oh my God, Gabe!” she shrieked loud enough for anyone in the library to hear. “No, you don’t have to do that!” she said more quietly, but crying real tears again.

“No, I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s something you like and have very strong feelings about, and I want to do it for you!” She hugged him again, questioning whether it was all a dream; it was just too good to be true. He picked her head up to look at him again, saying, “I hope it’s something we’ll enjoy doing together.”

“Oh, Gabriel! What have I done to deserve you? I love you so much!” she said, and they kissed long and hard, after which she hugged him yet again.

“You probably need to get back to work, so – can you be at my place at five-thirty?”

“Yes, I get off at four.”

“Good, that’ll give you time to prepare. You’d best be ready for a good spanking when you get there, young lady!” He loved her smile when she heard that. “I don’t think we’ll need it, but bring that paddle with you just in case. Don’t be late!” he finally warned.

“I won’t!” she replied with the same cute smile and led him back to the entrance, still clutching his waist possessively.

“See you later, Bear,” he said at the door.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. She went back to work happier than ever before.

As the rest of the day dragged on, she told herself repeatedly, ‘I’m gonna get spanked tonight!’ actually voicing it at times, her anticipation growing each time. She had long ago given up hope of ever finding someone to take over the spankings she gave herself, making this turn of events even more amazing. She promised herself she was gonna love him like never before after her very first real spanking.

Not usually one to leave right at quitting time, she ran to her car today at the dot of four, with excitement overflowing. She raced home, even though she had more than enough time and would probably be sitting for an extended period just waiting for five-thirty to arrive.

She’d already decided earlier what she would wear so that wouldn’t consume much time. She’d take a shower so she’d be fresh for him, though she expected her panties would again be at least damp by the time she walked in his door. She often satisfied her sexual needs in the shower, but this she denied herself, saving it all for him.

By five o’clock she was sitting in her car in the parking lot of his apartment complex, though hopefully out of sight when he came home from work. Though the anticipation was killing her, she didn’t want to seem too eager, but why was a mystery.

Her fantasies had grown through the years to include even the smallest details of how her first spanking would happen, but she realized that he wouldn’t know any of that and tried to rein in her expectations, hoping that he’d learn her private stories over time. She convinced herself that no matter how good or bad he performed to her fantasy, it would be just perfect. As those thoughts ran through her mind, she realized that even a couple of dozen mild smacks on her bare bottom would be so much more than she’d ever had, and the fact that it was her first love, Gabriel, doing it would enhance it dramatically.

It was 5:25 by the time she’d come to that conclusion, and she was about to move her car nearer to his apartment when her phone pinged to announce the arrival of a text. In a panic, she rummaged in her purse to find her phone, afraid that something had gone wrong, but stared in disbelief at the message.

‘Your safeword is banana.’

“Oh my God!” she cried aloud, “He knows what a safeword is!?” While she still didn’t know what to expect, she felt confident that it would be more than just the couple of dozen smacks she’d promised herself to love.

She was standing at his door at precisely five-thirty and knocked rather than ringing the bell as though she’d been summoned to his office.

“Come in, Miss Banks!”

She opened the door and entered, biting her lip to keep from smiling. Gabe, in white shirt and business tie, stood beside one of his dinette chairs sitting in the middle of his living room, looking every bit the authority figure she’d fantasized about. His sleeves were rolled up, ready to take care of her naughty bottom.

“Hello, Miss Banks,” he finally said, having allowed her a few moments to take in the scene, hoping it was fueling her anticipation. He had no idea how much.

“Hello, Mr. Collins,” she replied demurely.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why don’t you tell me,” he said, not quite successfully containing a smile.

“I’m here to be punished, spanked, Sir, because I disappointed you. I kept a secret from you I shouldn’t have.”

“Yes. It was very upsetting to me. I hope you realize that.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry!”

“I’m sure you are, but I’m also sure you realize saying your sorry isn’t enough. What do you think it’s going to take to prove how sorry you are?”

“I, um … I think I should be spanked, Sir. Over your knee on my bare bottom, for as long as you think it takes for me to learn my lesson,” she said in wonder at how arousing it was to vocalize the desire that had been unfulfilled for so long.

After the initial smiles they tried to hide, they played their parts perfectly; a performance worthy of a SpankingTube video. Melanie managed to contain her joy and anticipation of the final act as she loved how he was trying, and being quite successful at making this everything she’d ever fantasized. Her love for the man who was about to give her what she now believed would be a very real spanking was overflowing.

“Did you bring the object that was the undoing of your subterfuge?” he asked officiously.

“Yes, Sir. It’s right here in my purse.”

“Place it on the table there beside the chair.”

She did as he instructed and stepped back to where she’d been standing just inside his ‘office’ door. She gasped when he sat in the chair, knowing it was about to happen.

He just stared at her for a minute or so, loving her simple pale blue sleeveless dress, under which he could tell she wore no bra. She continued to play her part beautifully, and he hoped all his research and the many details he added were enhancing her enjoyment, too. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying the role play, but knew he couldn’t possibly imagine how she was feeling right now.

“Come here, Miss Banks,” he said, pointing to the floor before him. “You know what’s going to happen now, but I want you to ask me for it so I know you’re accepting your punishment.”

‘Oh, my God! How does he know these things?’ she thought, trying to fight back tears of joy, afraid that if she was really crying he wouldn’t go through with it.

“Please take me over your knee and give me a spanking for being so inconsiderate, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, taking her wrist, leading her to his side and then down across his lap. With his left arm circling her waist, his right hand caressed, gently squeezed, and patted her bottom over her dress.

She’d put herself in many positions when she spanked herself, but none was anything like actually lying across his lap, with her hands and feet not quite reaching the floor. She grabbed the leg of the chair to steady herself. His arm around her waist, and hand fondling her soon-to-be-spanked bottom left her euphoric, but nothing prepared her for the first, no warning, good, firm spank across both cheeks.

“Oh God!” she gasped and stifled an out-of-character plea to ‘Spank me!’ Another one a few seconds later, just as unsuspected, had her saying to herself, ‘Oh God, I love him so much!’ A few more to individual cheeks convinced her this was going to be so much more than the compromise she’d been more than willing to accept.

“Are you learning your lesson, Miss Banks?” he asked after a dozen on alternating cheeks.

“Yes, Sir! I’m sorry!”

Her reaction as the perfect naughty girl had a lot to do with it, but Gabe was enjoying it even more than he thought he would when he’d decided that he loved her enough to do this for her. There was an unexpected intimacy to it, fueled not only by her acceptance of it, but the trust she had in him to let him do it in the first place.

A longer series, on alternate cheeks, brought him to the point where he wanted her dress out of the way. He always loved seeing her in panties, but in this position was going to be even better.

“I think it’s time,” he started as he reached for the hem of her dress, “to do without the protection of your dress, young lady!”

“Yes, Sir!” she said, lifting her hips to allow him to pull it from beneath her, well off her tingling bottom. “Ohhh,” she sighed as she felt the cool room air flowing over her bare thighs. She looked forward to the same feeling over her bare bottom, hopefully soon. “Oh God, Sir!” she cried when the first spanks landed on her thin white panties that covered all but a couple of inches of her lower cheeks, and she lifted her hips in a plea for more.

Gabe smiled at the nearly full coverage panties that still allowed the shape of her beautiful bottom to show through. He could see her cheeks jiggle with each enticing smack of his hand.

She could feel so much more now that her dress was out of the way, and as with sex, the feeling of someone else spanking her chubby cheeks was immeasurably better than doing it herself. She was just a naughty girl, made to lie there and take each exquisite spank while the accumulating sting built with the longer series of smacks. Almost delirious with the incredible sensations, she welcomed a longer rest, hoping her panties would come down next.

“I think that’s enough warm-up, Miss Banks. Time for a real spanking on your bare bottom!” he said, taking the elastic of her panties in hand.

“Yes, Sir,” she panted, out of breath, and lifted her hips for him to tug her panties down. “Oh my God!” she cried as yet another reality made her pathetic self spanking pale in comparison.

“This is the real thing now, young lady. Hold on!” he warned as he began spanking her beautiful bare bottom. Her beautiful bouncing bottom captivated him so, he started counting the spanks lest he go too long or too fast without realizing. Even the crisp sound of his hand meeting her fleshy cheeks was arousing in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Oh, Sir!” she moaned with the fantastic feeling of finally having her bare bottom spanked for real. Her bottom rose with a savory smack and recoiled from well-connected, harder spanks as she squeaked, moaned, squealed, and groaned in response to the sensational spanking. She felt like she could keep going for hours, but eventually she really wanted to just hug him to pieces.

He felt like they were nearing the end as well. He could see she was feeling it more when he shifted to a more random delivery, which resulted in several spanks to the same spot on one cheek, with her mixed cries of pain and pleasure.

She actually hoped he was done when he stopped for a longer period as she gasped for air, the unexpected physical exertion having taken its toll. She wanted to get up but knew she had to wait to be told to do so. She realized it wasn’t time yet when she felt her little leather paddle tapping her cheeks.

“Ten on each cheek with your paddle ought to help you remember the reason you’re over my knee getting spanked, Miss Banks. Ready?” he asked for the first time tonight, and she steeled herself, never dreaming she’d be spanked so thoroughly her first time.

“Yes, S … Ow!” she yelped when he started before she’d responded, and “Ow-ow-ow-ow-owww!” when all ten swats were delivered to one cheek. She loved how the little paddle that had smacked her bottom countless times felt so much better, and harder, in his hand. The ten on the other side followed quickly after the first with similar cries of pain even though he’d backed off a bit in sympathy.

She collapsed over his lap in total disbelief at the incredible experience. It was everything she wanted and so much more. “Ooo!” she sighed as his hands caressed her stinging bottom. “Mmm, thank you for spanking me, Sir,” she said as the last line of her character.

“Come here, Bear!” he said, helping her sit up in his lap, and she fell into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he continued soothing her sore bottom. “Did you like it?” he whispered in her ear, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Like it?! Oh my God, Gabe, it was perfect! How did you know how to … ohhh, I love you more than you can possibly imagine!” she said and burst into joyful tears.

“Melanie! Does it hurt!?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No! Well, yes, but it feels sooo good! It really was perfect, Honey! All the little details were … how did you know?”

“I took the afternoon off and did a little research,” he confessed.

“You’re amazing! Take me to bed? Please? I want to give you so much love!”

“Mmm, I’d like that! Maybe I should take you from behind, so I can see your sore red bottom?”

“Ooo, yes, Sir! And maybe, if Sir thinks I haven’t been spanked quite enough, you can spank me while you’re fucking me?” She said with a cute smile. “Or maybe I should be on all fours because I’m not sure I want you pounding my sore red bottom into the mattress!” she laughed.

“I really like this other side of you, Melanie, and you will get spanked again … and again,” he laughed, “but I still love the ‘you’ before too!”

“You can’t imagine how happy you’ve made me tonight, Honey! You did so much just to make my dream come true, and it was perfect!” she said, “but I’ll never stop loving what we are, what we were, and I’ll never stop loving you!”

She remained ensconced in his arms longer than ever, the embrace enhanced partly by him rubbing her sore bottom, but mostly because neither could imagine anyone more perfect for them. Eventually, Gabe stood, cradling her in his arms.

“I think we’ll be more comfortable in bed.”

“Mmm,” she hummed in response.

He set her down on the floor, and they both shed their tops immediately; his shirt and tie, and her dress, dropped in a heap. Her panties flung off in the throes of her spanking, she now stood naked before him. He fell to his knees, and with his hands on her hips, he buried his face between her thighs, taking in her taste and scent, reviving his arousal.

“Oh God, Gabe! Ooo, yeah!” she started, but changed her mind. “No. No, come here. Come here!” she repeated as she pulled him up to hug him to pieces as she’d thought when she was still over his knee. “It’s my turn to give you something,” she said softly.

“But I liked pulling your dress off and finding you without panties, just now!”

“Yeah? You never know when I might forget to put them on!’ she replied with a cute smile and a bitten lip.

“I thought you might have gone without them for your spanking.”

“Oh, no. Having my panties pulled down during the spanking is definitely a delicious part of the ritual. The final layer of protection peeled away for the real spanking! And speaking of rituals, did you know that it’s customary for a naughty girl to thank her Sir in some special way? No? Well, it will be customary for us!”

After a short, wet kiss, she dropped to her knees and made quick work of the remainder of his clothes. She loved how his dick popped out at her and took it in hand in her now capable way. One deep cleansing breath from him followed another as she ensured his readiness for what was to follow.

“Lie on the bed, Honey. I want to do something special for you!”

She knelt between his legs, with her hands back on his more-than-ready cock, but then leaned forward to take him in her mouth.

“No! Melanie! You don’t have to do that?! I don’t expect you to …” he cried.

“I want to do it for you! Because you don’t expect it!” she said, almost adding, ‘And because you’re not shoving it in my mouth and telling me to suck it!’ She’d later tell him that her aversion to the practice was the result of a guy who believed in taking what he wanted, with no regard for her. “And because you did something for me that you had serious doubts about. And because you love me, and because I love you!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Honey,” she said as she put it in her mouth, closed her lips and tongue around it, and pulled away. “Very sure,” she said before putting it back in and leaving it there.

“Oh, Bear! That does feel really good!” he said, only half sincerely, and half still concerned about her.

As with all their first-time acts of love, inexpert though she was, he enjoyed it immensely once he saw that she seemed to as well. Two hands, her lips, and tongue all conspired to bring him to a climax quicker than he expected, and it became too late to save himself for her pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, Melanie!” he warned several times before she took him out of her mouth and directed several thick wads of his seed to the bed beside her. “I thought you didn’t like …” he started to ask when she lay beside him, kissing his lips and face tenderly.

“I’ll tell you about it later, okay? Right now we have to figure out how to get him ready again to come inside!”

“Just give me a taste of your sweet, little puss, and I’ll be ready in no time!”

“Wanna try something new?” she asked with a devilish smile. “It’s called face sitting! You just lay right there and …”

“I’ve seen it too! Come on. Do it!”

With a big smile, she walked on her knees up to his shoulders, lifted her leg up and over, back and forth a few times for alignment, and then …

“Oh God!” she gasped with her pussy pressed against his mouth. She looked down to see half his face looking up at her with a gleam in his eye. He managed to move his hands to get a hold of her ass, and she winced at the contact to her sore cheeks. “Oh yeah! Touch my bottom … gently! Oh, Gabe! This is so …” she gasped, her hips rocking forward and back over his mouth and extended tongue while hands reignited her spanked bottom.

She was so close to cumming and reached back to see if he was ready. He was, and she hastened her climax by grinding her pussy into his face. Gasping breaths quickened, her body stiffened, and Gabe lifted his face into her slippery wet snatch to trigger what he could see coming. Her body jerked against his proffered face as her milky syrup was painted on it.

“Oh, Jesus, Gabe! That was unbelievable! We’re definitely doing that again!” she smiled as she slid down his body and bent to kiss him when she felt his cock against her bottom. “Let’s do this slow and gentle, okay?”

“Mmm, I’d like that,” he said softly, looking for a mellow finale to the incredible, exciting evening. “Ohhh, that’s so good!” he moaned as she gradually impaled herself on him. “I love you, Bear!” he said when she bent to kiss him.

“I love you too … honey,” she paused, wanting to call him something else, but thought she should ask him if it was okay. “Ohhh, and I love feeling you inside me so much!” she cried as she rocked back and forth on his hard shaft.

Despite the slow, gentle pace, it took only a couple of minutes for the fantastic feeling of a building climax to arrive. They sped up only a bit, but Gabe’s hips added just enough punch to have them both crying, “Oh God!” almost simultaneously.

Melanie sat on his cock with her hands on his chest, enjoying the last few moments of something that not so long ago she wondered whether she would ever experience. When she just couldn’t remain upright any longer, she fell to her side with her shoulder in the crook of his arm and her head on his chest. With his one arm wrapped around her, and the other’s hand stroking her hair and face, she felt so safe and so loved.

“Thank you, Honey!” she said with tears of joy falling on his chest. She looked up at his face, saying, “This was the most incredible night of my life, Gabe. You took something you weren’t even sure about, that I hoped to be just the beginning of a new kind of play for us, and made it into everything I’ve ever imagined it to be. If you never changed a thing and did it just like that every time, it would still be an amazing spanking experience!”

“I was certain I wanted to do it just for you, and I would do it again, just for you, but I really enjoyed it too. Not because of some power trip of having you submit to me, but … I don’t know … I love how you loved it. Your expressions as we led up to it. Your face when you lay in my lap or when I bared your beautiful bottom. Your little squeaks, squeals, and the occasional ‘Ow!’ Then there was your beautiful bottom laid so invitingly in my lap, the way your cheeks jiggled and bounced, and even the sound and feel of my hand! So, you’d better be prepared for lots of spankings, young lady!”

“Oh my God, Gabe! After that I almost want another one, right now!” she said as she cuddled up even closer and he reached to caress her sore bottom. “Oh! I didn’t look at my bottom! I always look after I spank myself!” she yelled as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Gabe followed, finding her twisting, turning, and lifting her butt up to see it in the mirror. His uncertain look had her explaining. “It’s one of the rewards of a spanking I told you about; a nice, bright red bottom! And it’s beautiful, Gabe!” she said, turning to hug and kiss him lovingly.

“Gabe, there’s one more thing,” she said as they crawled back in bed, exactly as they’d been cuddled up before. “Would it be alright if I called you Daddy when you spank me?”

“Oh, Melanie, I don’t know,” he said in an uncertain tone. “For something that’s so sexual, for me to be your …”

“I don’t mean it in the father/daughter context. It’s just an acknowledgment of the authority I’ve given you to decide how and when I need to be spanked. And I definitely wouldn’t use it when we do any of our sexy things.”

“We’ll try it next time, okay? But if I don’t like it, you’d better be ready to suffer the consequences!” he threatened in a serious voice.

“Yes, Daddy!” she replied in a cute voice that had him pulling her in even tighter.

For months after, Melanie was sporting a sore, red bottom nearly every week. Despite her telling him he didn’t have to change a thing, they introduced many variations in position and implements. They steered away from severe canes and straps, but their collection of hairbrushes and paddles grew, including one she got for her birthday with an inscription referring to her ‘bear behind’ that he thought most appropriate given his pet name for her. She always appreciated a new variation, and one of her favorites was the unexpected, total-surprise spanking. The best example was the time when hiking in the woods, he grabbed her around the waist, yanked her shorts down, and gave her the classic good spanking right there on the trail. She liked it so much, she begged him to do it again further down the trail.

Despite it being their favorite form of foreplay, they didn’t let it define them. They continued exploring new ways to enhance their other sexual activities too, becoming more adventurous than either would have imagined before they’d met.

Their love grew in leaps and bounds, and they never stopped being grateful for the chance encounter that brought them together. When Melanie broached the subject of them living together, Gabe countered it with a proposal of marriage. “I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for me than you, Melanie,” he said to her tear-streaked face. Feeling the same way about him, she joyfully accepted his proposal. A few months later, they were husband and wife after a simple ceremony before family and a few close friends. He just smiled and offered his lap when she insisted on a playful spanking on their wedding night, feeling it ought to be part of the consummation of their wedding vows.

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