Well, my eyes had been well and truly opened. I had finally experienced what I had been fantasising about for years. And it had truly been worth the wait!

Back at home after that first meeting, I was now armed with not just fantasies but memories. I lay in bed naked, reliving the experience in my mind. I inspected the damage he had inflicted and took some pictures of my bruised and marked bottom to send to him. It was black and blue! It didn’t hurt anymore, but those images were a reminder of the pain and pleasure I had experienced, and an incentive to make the next meeting happen and happen as soon as possible. I had tasted the experience now, it was addictive, and I wanted more!

We continued to communicate, by phone, video chat, text, and email. He wanted to know how I was feeling, he explained he had taken it easy on me! That first time was all about testing boundaries, testing out my limits. He promised me that next time he would test me more, find out how much pain I could take, how much pain I wanted to take before we both had our pleasure. I told him I wanted more, and as we communicated, implements were discussed.

I had enjoyed being over his knee. The position, being held down across his lap, exposed and vulnerable and the feel of his hands striking against my bare bottom were the main reasons I suppose. It was very intimate!

He was keen to introduce me to the slipper, it was his favourite thing to use. He had written to me before to say how much he enjoyed the noise of the slipper striking flesh, the marks it made. It was like music. He teased me with a picture of his new slipper, held up against his hand for scale. Knowing full well how big his hands were and seeing they were half the size of the slipper in the picture, I was in no doubt what a blow and sting that would dispense! I was intrigued and turned on.

We also talked about the belt. Something else I had enjoyed experiencing. The sound of it whipping through the air, the crack against my cheeks, the sting and heat generated, and the lines it left on my cheeks. But also, because I had turned my head to watch as he pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans, doubled it in his hands, and raised it in the air. The turn-on wasn’t just pain, it was anticipation, something about watching him do that had spoken to me on some base level. I wanted to experience that again. He had already realised, of course, how much I had enjoyed that. He told me his plans to buy another thicker belt and how he intended to use it on me.

I was open to trying new things. I had one stipulation at this stage in our relationship. I told him, I’m never going to want you to cane me. I thought I was too much of a coward, and wouldn’t be able to take that much punishment. My thoughts on that were to change in time, by the way.

So, we planned for our next meeting. By this time, I was back at work, and he had taken some time off. Our roles were reversed. He was the one at home with time on his hands, to indulge himself, to think about what we would do when we saw each other again. I had less time! We made plans to meet at the same hotel in the daytime again and at the same time, knowing we both wanted to spend more than a few hours together, he booked us an overnight stay at a hotel on the south coast, he would pick me up after work that day.

In the meantime, building up to seeing each other again, we continued to arouse each other remotely, and effortlessly. Nothing had changed; an email or text from him would excite me, send me to my bed to bring myself off.

He sent me scenarios of what we were going to do together when we met again. I sent him descriptions of what I was doing to myself in bed with my bullet, and my rabbit, I sent him pictures of my bottom to document how it was recovering from its first spanking. One was of me, bent over the end of my bed, which prompted him to say I looked like a naughty girl waiting for punishment. The thought of that sent me back to bed to masturbate and send him a video of my orgasm.

I was working from home 4 days of the week, which was fortunate, given our continuous contact! It meant that I could take care of myself if I got worked up. The day in the office was another story, I knew it was a mistake to read one of his emails if I was on the train to work, but still, I would do it anyway, knowing I would be aroused, knowing I would be wet and wanting to experience what I was reading about but unable to do anything about it!

The day before we were to meet again, he teased me with text after text, describing my fate. How I would be bent over his knee with a hot sore bottom as stroke after stroke of the strap and belt landed on my cheeks, fingers roaming, exploring, separating my lips, fingering me slowly, building the speed, in and out, before my bottom erupts as the slipper exploded across my cheeks. Heat, pain, his fingers still inside me, tension building as his leg locks me into place. Text after text of description, making me hotter and wetter, all while I am sitting at my desk trying to work! And just before he signed off, he told me he had bought me another present, a new thick leather belt. And to tell me, I must remember to bring my strap with me, there will be trouble for me if I don’t.

We met the next morning, an early start as he picked me up from the train station, we ate breakfast in a pub before we went to the hotel. This time feels very different. I’m still slightly nervous, but this is more about nervous anticipation. We are not strangers anymore. I remember his touch, I have already felt his hands and tongue all over my body, his fingers and cock inside me, and the feel of his hot cum spurting all over me. I remember how it felt to stand in front of him as he undressed me, to be ordered over his knee, the feel of his hands coming down on my cheeks, the bite of the belt, and the strap. The nerves are because I know this time he will push my limits. I know it will hurt more, I will have to endure more pain before he gives me my reward.

We go to our room, again he holds my hand as we walk up the stairs and along the corridor. His sheer size and physical presence are intimidating and reassuring at the same time. How can that be?

Inside the room, I took the strap from my bag and placed it on the pillow. He nodded approvingly, and from his bag came a slipper and a thick black leather belt. He handed the belt to me to feel it. Like the first time, I feel my insides churning with excitement as I think about how that will feel, making contact with my cheeks. The slipper and belt joined the strap on the bed.

He undressed quickly down to his boxers, sat on the bed, and told me to come to him. Soon we were kissing, as he held my hips and pulled me into him. My clothes came off quickly as he unbuttoned my shirt, undid my bra, and pulled down my jeans. Soon, I was standing in just my knickers as his hands caressed and squeezed my breasts, as his tongue traced feather-light touches over my nipples, lips pulling and tugging gently. It was very clear, we were both eager and excited!

He motioned me over his lap, and I climbed over with no hesitation. He smoothed the fabric of my knickers, rubbing my cheeks gently as I relaxed into him, feeling his excitement as his hard cock pushed against me.

Then, from nowhere, the spanking began, slowly at first, one cheek and then the other, alternating as his hand covered both of my cheeks, dispensing the heat and the pain I longed for. My cheeks began to throb as the spanks started to get faster, and harder. Now, as the pain built, my hands gripped the sheets as I started to move. He stopped and repositioned me, one hand resting firmly against my back to hold me in position, the other resuming the spanking, stinging blow after stinging blow. He spanked me harder and longer than he did before, testing my levels of endurance, and again, this was only the start. My breathing became faster and uneven as I felt myself getting more aroused, wet, and excited. The spanks stopped briefly as he pulled my knickers off and tossed them onto the floor.

I waited nervously for the spanking to resume on my bare cheeks, tensing in anticipation of the added sting and sensation of his hands striking my bare flesh. But he had other ideas. A solitary finger pushed its way in, sliding easily into my hot sticky pussy, now testing my arousal. It was very clear, as his finger worked its way in and out, and I responded by pushing back against him.

But it wasn't time for pleasure yet. The spanks resumed on my naked bottom, more pain, more heat as the blows came faster and faster, harder, firmer. Bursts of spanks cover one cheek, then the other. My cheeks were now burning, throbbing and then suddenly it stopped once again as his hand gently rubbed my cheeks, spreading the heat, easing the pain.

Then I felt him lean away briefly and then come back. My face was now buried in the sheets, I didn't know what was about to happen. There was a cool touch across my cheeks, something hard, yet yielding, rubbing across them gently, and then it was gone. And then a loud thwack as his slipper came down across my bottom. It was a completely different sensation to anything else I’d previously felt. It stung like the belt, but much more solid; it hurt. I wasn’t sure whether I liked it, but it kept coming down again and again, my bottom getting hotter and hotter, sorer and sorer. The sound of the blows filled my ears, filling the room; it just seemed so loud. Dimly, I wondered to myself, can they hear this in reception? The thought turned me on, but the pain just kept coming as I gripped the sheets tighter and tighter as my cheeks burned!

Eventually, the slippering stopped, and with authority, he ordered me to stand up. I waited nervously but excited, as he arranged the pillows on the bed, and then he instructed me to get over them. I assumed the position, I didn’t need to be told how he wanted me, I already knew, head down, bottom in the air!

I felt strangely relaxed. I didn't yet know what was to come next, but my mind and body were telling me, whatever it was, I wanted it, I could take it.

I didn't have to wait long. I could feel the smooth, cool leather trailing across my bottom, soothing my hot cheeks. The feeling was calming, relaxing, sensuous, although I knew, whatever it was that was touching me would soon be dispensing pain.

I turned my head briefly to look, he was standing behind me, naked, holding the strap, aroused, excited, his cock stood to attention but his expression was stern, forbidding as he ordered me to turn round, to not look. I turned away again. I knew this was going to hurt. And it did! As he brought the strap down, I tried to relax, but my cheeks clenched against the impact again and again, as I buried my face into the sheets, lash after lash of the two leather tails biting into my flesh, raising hot, angry lines on my skin. To stop myself from screaming, I was forced to bite into the covers to muffle the sounds I was making.

Then it stopped, and I felt the bed move as he lay down next to me. His hand was now gently stroking my hot and sore flesh. He told me to turn over, and as I did, we started to kiss, softly at first, and then with increasing passion. His fingers moved down between my legs, my arousal was clear, my wetness just seeping from within. He covered his fingers with my juices and smeared them onto my clit and he started to play with me, circling, rubbing. My hand now reached for his hard throbbing cock, wrapping my fingers around it, I wanted to feel it, stroke it, suck it.

But he was still in charge, and he told me to get on top. So I straddled him, closing my eyes as he directed his cock to slip inside of me. The pleasure was now taking over as I started to ride him. Pressing down, feeling each stroke intensely as he moved his hips with mine, thrusting up inside of me. His hands squeezed my hot, burning cheeks.

Then his next instruction came. He wanted to watch me play with myself, wanted to watch me cum. He ordered me to get my bullet and cum for him. I was his, and so I obeyed. I dismounted his cock and lay back against the pillows with my legs wide open, my labia parted and my pussy and clit on display. I began playing with myself, tracing circles with my bullet around my clit, inserting it inside, and enjoying the sensations. Him just watching me intently, lying on his side, his hand rhythmically stroking his cock. The sight of him wanking, pleasuring himself, only made me more horny. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, my breathing becoming uneven and fast until I had to let go. With a strangled gasp, my first orgasm was released. My body jerked with spasm after spasm of pleasure until eventually I lay still, spent!

Now I wanted him to cum. I slid down the bed so my mouth was by his cock and I looked up at his face for permission. He stopped stroking and I took that as acceptance and immediately enveloped his stiff cock in my warm, wet mouth. I took over the stroking and he began to moan as my mouth sucked and licked at his throbbing cock, all the time wanking him into my mouth. Then, when he could take no more, his hand came down over mine, controlling the tempo. I surrendered control and as he pumped his cock, his hips bucked and his moans got louder and with his cock throbbing in my mouth he let go. Jet after jet of hot, salty cum filled my mouth, as I swallowed every drop, and as he lay back satiated, spent, recovering his breath I continued licking and sucking, cleaning his cock, gathering every last drop of his hot sticky juice.

Recovering from our exploits, we lay on the bed for a while, chatting, and relaxing, and then suddenly he decided it was time for more punishment.

He instructed me to lie flat on the bed this time. I did as I was told, and the first time we met, he picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled his belt out of the loops. I was quickly getting aroused again, getting wet again, as I watched him standing there, tall and imposing, his belt doubled over in his hand. Again, he told me to look away and I obeyed. Then the sound of it erupting across my cheeks filled the room. The pain was immediate. My cheeks stung, burning as it came down again and again, each stroke hurting worse than the last. My fingers gripped tightly at the sheets. My mouth just biting into the covers to muffle my screams. I was struggling to take it, the pain was just intense, and my cheeks were on fire! Then suddenly it stopped once again.

A pause came, and I waited for what was to come. He then spoke, telling me it’s now time for the new belt. Before I could prepare, he had it in his hand, and it came down. A whole new pain erupted across my cheeks. This belt was thicker and wider, and the pain it delivered was severe, both cheeks just erupting with a pain so intense. Just a couple more strokes had me yelling and rolling onto my side, my hands raised pleadingly towards him. He was unmoved, telling me to get back into position and don’t move again.

I resumed the position on my stomach, and the belt just kept coming down again and again. I’m quickly back to biting into the covers to stop from screaming. Muffled squeals now escaped as each stroke erupted. My resolve was now ready to concede, my limits were reached, but then, before I could plead, he spoke once again, telling me my punishment was nearly over, 12 more strokes. Somehow this was easier to bear, yes, very painful, my cheeks now just burning and throbbing with pain, but I knew what to expect and as he raised the belt and each blow burned into my skin. I counted them down in my head. Then, as the final stroke landed, he threw down the belt he told me how well I had done, and what a good girl I was.

Now we lay together on the bed once again, cuddling, his hand cupping my breast, thumb rubbing my nipple, our tongues meeting as the desire built once again. He wanted to watch me wank again and I was happy to oblige. We lay at opposite ends of the bed, watching each other, him stroking his hard throbbing cock, me rubbing my clit. I could feel the build-up, I knew it wasn't far away and as I tipped over into orgasm, the walls of my pussy contracting, my body shaking with the intensity of my release he moved until he was lying beside me.

As I watched his fingers flying up and down the length of his cock, I idly played with myself, until he started to moan, and then with a gasp for air and a loud final moan of release his hot sticky cum erupted onto my tits. The sight of his cum and the sounds of his moaning with pleasure had me immediately aroused again. As he lay back gasping, recovering, I collected his cum on my fingers and spread it all over my pussy and clit. I was so turned on, it took less than a minute, to rub my clit furiously, until I was moaning and bucking again as another intense orgasm ripped through me.

As I came, we reached for each other, our hot, sticky bodies entwined, pressed together, I could feel his heart still racing as he pulled me against him and we just lay together recovering, happy, satisfied, satiated.

I had wanted to be punished, tested, and pushed to my limits, wanted to experience both pain and pleasure. He had delivered again. And now, wrapped in his arms as he held me tightly, I was relaxed, calm, at peace, and happy.

The next meeting could not come soon enough!