“So. About that dinner?” Maggie asked, reminding him of his earlier offer.

“I’d love to, Miss Maggie! What would you like? I’ll take you anywhere!” he offered enthusiastically.

“Jon, I really enjoyed you calling me Miss Maggie while you were my naughty boy, but when we’re not playing, just call me Maggie, okay?” she said, presenting her request with a kiss.

“Okay … Maggie! I still can’t believe it actually happened!”

“I would think your bottom is reminding you that it was quite real!” she laughed. “Or maybe it needs to be warmed up?”

She smiled at his deer-in-the-headlights look. She was only joking, but would love an encore performance if he was up for it. She turned to sit normally on the sofa; a threat implied. She could see in his face that he was seriously considering it.

If he questioned the reality of what they’d already done, he’d swear he was dreaming about her offer of more. He was still feeling the new for him, telltale sting of a well-spanked bottom, but hadn’t expected it to diminish already.

“C’mon, Jonathan. We both want it, don’t we?” she nudged, patting her lap as encouragement.

“Yes, Miss Maggie,” he replied, returning to their role-play names and crawling over her lap. He sighed loudly when he felt both hands kneading his cheeks, itself reviving the burn. “Oh yeah!” he cried when she began spanking again, playfully at first, but quickly ramping up to where they’d left off.

“Tell me when you’ve had enough, Jon, okay?” she asked, fulfilling another segment of her fantasies. She’d occasionally imagine a man who role-played a real spanking scenario with her would also want it as exciting foreplay to sex.

“I feel like you could spank me all night and it still wouldn’t be enough, Maggie! I really love this, and I don’t care that I have no idea why!”

Maggie considered his statement and began increasing the intensity in both speed and force, gradually ramping both up as she had before, building to another crescendo.

“Oh! Ow! Oh, Mag … OW!” he was crying out loud, his wailing one long, continuous expression of pleasure and pain.

“Now that should have warmed your bottom up nicely!” she declared triumphantly. “I’m not ready for all night yet, Jon, but probably in time …?”

“Wow! I’m sorry, Maggie! I didn’t mean to imply …” he said, not wanting to be that guy who was always pressuring for sex.

“It’s okay, Jon,” she said, stroking his hot buns. “I didn’t think you did, but I think we might have something special here,” she started as she helped him return to sitting gingerly on his freshly sore bottom, “and I don’t want to mess it up by not communicating clearly, okay?”

“More than okay. I feel the same way. Would you still like to get some dinner?”

“I’m not super hungry, but I could go for some breakfast for dinner?”

“Great idea!”

It didn’t take long for him to dress while she disappeared into her bedroom, emerging with a more casual look in jeans, a simple top, and her hair in a ponytail. His smile was noticed and appreciated when he saw her dressed so differently, and she did a pirouette for his benefit.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve told you. You’re very pretty, Maggie!” he said genuinely.

“Thank you, Jon,” she replied simply, biting her tongue at the worry that she was just a strong, dominant hand to him. “You’re a real cutie, yourself,” she added with a kiss and a playful pat on his bottom.

Denny’s was the perfect place to make breakfast a late evening meal where she had a savory omelet while he went for the bigger Grand Slam, only realizing as they scanned the menus that he hadn’t had lunch and was hungrier than he’d thought earlier.

It wasn’t busy, so they asked for a table away from others, giving them some relative privacy as they got to know each other better. They started with a conversation common to the multitudes who had moved to Florida from somewhere else: How did you end up here? Family and careers followed, but eventually they returned to the joy of having found each other over something they were both so passionate about.

Each told their story about the one they’d approached about spanking and expressed sympathy for how it turned out. While Maggie actually had an experience to recall, Jon wondered whether it might be worse than his situation. He hadn’t really known what he was missing, while she had clearly confirmed her desire with one exciting episode, only to have it snatched away.

Jon drove her home, and Maggie expected a simple goodnight kiss in the car, but was pleasantly surprised at his gentlemanly gesture of getting out to open her door and walk her to her front door. There, they hugged and kissed briefly, promising to talk soon, a promise neither had any doubt about.

The week following what they both considered an amazing weekend kept them apart, as Jon had a business trip that he’d only return from late Thursday, but he called her one evening from his hotel.

“Jon! I thought you were away all week!” Maggie answered, both puzzled and pleased that he called.

“I am. I’m calling from my hotel room. I just wanted to hear your voice!”

“Ohh, that’s really sweet! Thank you!” she replied sincerely, having never had such a call from a suitor or lover, especially after only one evening together.

“I’m coming back late tomorrow, but I’m hoping we can see each other Friday night? Maybe for a nice dinner and …” he said, leaving the sentence unfinished. It felt strange to say he’d like to take her to dinner and then have her spank him.

“I think I know what and is,” she said slyly. “I’d love to! What time? I prefer to eat earlier than later.”

“So do I. Can I pick you up at 5:30 or 6:00 for Thai?”

“5:30 would be great, and so is Thai! See you then.”

They arrived at Osaka Sushi & Thai as planned and again got a booth that afforded some privacy. After ordering some wine and an informal toast to ‘us’, Maggie asked about his business trip. He gave her a rundown of the purpose, goals, and outcome, which impressed her, especially compared to her rather mundane week, which was more or less the same as any other, and she commented as such.

“Your week sounds so much more interesting. Meeting various people and being presented with new problems needing new solutions. What did you do when you weren’t working?”

“A couple of nights we had dinner with clients, but not much other than that. I did have something on my mind in quieter moments,” he said, hoping she’d take the bait.

“What was that?”

“You. I hope you don’t think it’s presumptuous?” he said, genuinely worried she would. He’d debated whether he should even tell her.

“No! No, I don’t, Jon. I thought about you and what we did a lot this week! The way we met and what we did was not only unusual, but very special – at least, I think so!” she confessed.

“I think so too, but while I’d love to have you … you know, spank me all the time, I’d like to do other things too. Fun things. Maybe find some other interests we have in common that we can share?”

“I’d like that too! In fact, I was wondering if you’d take me through the Old Village. I know you’ve been there a lot and I’ve only managed to see a couple of other buildings, so I thought you’d be the perfect person to give me a personal tour.”

“I’d love that! This weekend? Tomorrow maybe?”

“Yes, tomorrow would be great. I’m not doing my thing in the schoolhouse this week, so that’ll work. But no spanking in the classroom this time, Jonathan!”

“No, Miss Maggie, but maybe tonight?”

“Oh yes! My naughty boy is gonna get a good spanking tonight! I’ve been waiting all week to have you back over my knee!”

“Oh God, Maggie! I want to be there right now!”

“Maybe we should tone it down a little, at least until later? Here comes our dinner,” she said, smiling at the server who brought their entrees. “Mmm, tastes good! Good choice, Jon!”

They ate in silence for a few minutes, each trying to tamp down their anticipation for what was to come.

“There’s something else that’s special about us,” Maggie started and continued after seeing the questioning interest in Jon’s eyes. “Since neither of us has any experience to speak of, we get to explore and learn about it together, with only our dreams and fantasies to lead us. We’ll need to share our feelings, likes, and dislikes so we both get what we want from our kinky fun.”

“Okay. Do you have a lot of fantasies about it?”

“I’ve imagined quite a variety of scenarios, but they usually involve my deciding a certain naughty man needs to be punished. I suppose some of them are like real punishments, but most are for minor issues or annoyances, excuses really, just to spank him. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same, I suppose, though I don’t know about any real punishment. That sounds like it would just hurt without much pleasure. I have imagined telling my lover that I’d just like a long, sexy spanking with incredible sex, or even tender lovemaking to follow. It wouldn’t be any less intense overall, but building more gradually and with the sole intent of giving and receiving pleasure.”

“I’d love to do that with you at some point, Jon. It sounds like it has a very sensual quality to it,” Maggie replied, not entirely sure why she was holding back. She’d had several men in her bed, though if she was honest, it was usually just intense desire that she gave in to. She recalled one guy she’d let in who she thought she cared more about, but it didn’t work out that way. She still worried that Jon might be someone who just fulfilled her kinky needs, but sincerely hoped he’d be much more.

“What about positions or implements, Maggie? I think I like over the knee best, but since I haven’t actually tried any other, I’m not really sure. I like the idea of a hairbrush or paddles, but I understand straps and canes are really painful, so they don’t appeal to me much.”

“Sounds like we’re the same there too, but I’m up for experimenting if you are?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“It’s not really up to me, is it, Miss Maggie?” he asked shyly. “You’re the one who decides what I need, right?”

“That’s right, Jonathan. And I think you’ve delayed your punishment long enough. Any more untoward stalling and I may have to use the hairbrush in my purse. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Maggie!”

The check seemed to take forever to handle, though their anticipation probably made it feel that way. There were no doubts about what was going to happen like the first time, but enough mystery in the details to keep it exciting, one of which would be doing it at Jon’s house.

He led her in through the front door, rather than the garage, wanting to make the best impression. He gave her the fifty-cent tour, and Maggie was impressed by a much larger home than she’d expected. He explained that they’d chosen it with thoughts of children that never came, and they were divorced a couple of years after buying it.

“It’s a beautiful home, Jon,” Maggie offered, but having felt his mood deflate after sharing that personal detail, she decided to wait a bit on their original plan.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, feeling they needed some sort of bridge back to the anticipatory mood. “I have wine, soft drinks. Maybe a cup of tea?”

“Tea sounds nice,” she said as she put her hands on his shoulders, offering a comforting kiss that he accepted gratefully and smiled when their lips parted.

As they walked back to the kitchen, she noticed how neat and tidy everything was, but she didn’t know that he’d spent all his free time since returning from his trip tidying up. He was a bit messy by nature and had even imagined his wife using that trait as an excuse to punish him. Every time he did one of his major straightening-up tours, that thought would return, as though he’d been ordered to do so and then take his punishment. He even considered leaving it messy for Maggie, but decided against it.

Maggie watched him make a pot of tea, obviously a well-practiced routine from years of doing so. She wanted to know more about what had sidetracked their plans, but didn’t know him well enough yet to tell whether he’d appreciate her concern or feel she was prying; yet neither did she want him to think she didn’t care.

“Do you want to tell me more about it, Jon?” she asked.

“Maybe another time. Okay, Maggie?” he replied, still subdued as he poured her tea.

“Okay. You know I really liked that you called me during your trip,” she said, hoping it would lighten the mood.

“Oh. Um, I just really wanted to hear your voice. Being away on that trip made me feel so distant from you, and talking to you made me feel better,” he replied.

“It made me feel better too. It was nice to know you were thinking about me.”

He wanted to say he couldn’t stop thinking about her; that already he felt differently about her than he had about any other woman, including his wife. He knew he would tell her at some point, but wanted to know they had more than just a mutual interest in spanking, regardless of how powerful he felt that connection to be.

“I’m looking forward to visiting the village with you tomorrow!” Maggie said, trying again to lift his spirits. “As often as you’ve been, I’m hoping to learn a lot more about it from you,” she added, though the thought of them together in the schoolhouse was relighting the fire within her.

“You know, the schoolhouse has always been my favorite building there,” he said with his face visibly brightening with the thought. “And now you’ve made it even more so.”

“I suspect it will be mine as well, Jon,” she said as she got up from her chair and stood behind his, wrapping her arms around his chest. “And I’ll always remember what we did there,” she whispered in his ear. “But tonight, I don’t think you deserve to be punished.”

He turned to face her with alarm; just the reaction she was hoping for.

“No. But you still want to be spanked, don’t you, Jon? You want to be taken over my knee with your bare bottom begging for a sexy spanking. Hm?” She paused, listening to his shuddering breaths and kissing him lightly on his neck and ear. “Mmm, you want to feel my hand smacking that cute butt of yours, but even though you’re not being punished, you want it to hurt as much as the last time, right, Jon?”

“Oh, God! Yes, Maggie!”

“Tell me, Jon!”

“I want to go in the living room, strip you down to the sexy underwear I’m sure you’re wearing, then have you take my pants off and put me across your knees.”

“Then what, Jon?” she asked, already opening the buttons of his shirt and caressing his bare chest.

“Then I want you to give me a good spanking! Spank me, Maggie? Please? I want to get spanked!” he pleaded, as he rose from his chair to take her in his arms and kiss her wantonly.

“C’mon, Jon,” she said when their lips parted. “I’m going to spank you.”

“Oh, Maggie! I love hearing you say that!”

“I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom!” she said in a tone usually reserved for more sensual acts.

She took his hand and led him to the living room, standing in front of the sofa with her arms out, waiting to be undressed. His fingers deftly worked the buttons of her silky blouse, but when it was open, he turned her around to pull it off her shoulders and lay it carefully on the nearby coffee table. She was about to turn back again when he reached his arms around, pulled her back against his body, and took her small but perfect breasts in hand, squeezing them gently through the lace-trimmed black satin.

She hummed with the tender touch, but gasped when a hand slipped down between her legs, teasing her with a single finger pressing hard through her slacks.

“Mmm, that’s nice, but you’re not trying to get out of your spanking, are you, Jonathan?”

“Oh no, Miss Maggie!” he said as he turned her again to face him and, with hands on both cheeks, kissed her hard, before kneeling to open the sharply creased dress slacks. Once past her slight hips, they fell smoothly to the floor, where he helped her step out of them. “Wow. You are so beautiful,” he said when he’d looked up to see the total image of her in lacy black. He guessed correctly that she’d dressed for a more dominant performance tonight. Still kneeling, he couldn’t resist pressing his face into her humid crotch.

“Oh no! Not yet, Jon!” she said, reaching down to get him to stand. “I’ve been waiting all week,” she started with her face inches from his, “to give your sexy bottom a good spanking, but I won’t wait any longer!” she said in a threatening tone that bridged the gap between the sensual and punishment.

She made quick work of his already open shirt, then his slacks, and took his upper arm, pulling him down into her lap before she was even fully sitting herself. Her hands went instantly to his bottom, fully covered in tight white briefs, smiling when she realized he’d dressed for a different sort of spanking, just as she had.

“You were planning to be my naughty boy tonight, weren’t you, Jon? Well, you’re not a BOY!” she said with a hard smack across both cheeks. “And I’m not your TEACHER tonight! You’re getting a SPANKING because you want to be SPANKED and I want to SPANK you!”

“Oh God, Maggie! That’s it! Spank me!” he cried.

Not feeling her way carefully to test his limits any longer, a volley of firm, hard spanks covered his bottom while his hips rose, begging for more. No worries about doing it right, or comparisons to the past; she was laser-focused on the here and now, and could feel it between her legs.

After the one long series, she yanked his underwear down with his eager assistance and resumed smacking now-naked cheeks that were already showing some color. Cheek to cheek, they each got their share, and his cries of pain and pleasure, along with hips rising and falling accordingly, were driving her crazy. So wet was she by now, she was wondering if she might actually cum without even being touched, when a new idea came to mind.

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Maggie!” he cried as a new pattern emerged: a steadily increasing pace that produced an intense burning sting, and just when he wondered how much more he could take, she stopped.

“Get up, Jon!” she said, noticing his pained expression that she took as disappointment. “Don’t worry! I’m not through with your bottom yet!” she started. Grabbing the waist of her panties and pulling them down and off, she moved to the edge of the cushion and loved the smile on Jon’s face. “Please?”

After her deliciously vicious attack on his bottom, he didn’t think a slow buildup was appropriate, so his mouth followed his hands, gliding quickly up her thighs and covered her fragrant pussy, his tongue licking all it could reach. Moving his head side to side added another layer of intensity, as did her hands on the back of his head, pulling his face into her snatch even more forcefully.

“Oh fuck, Jon! That’s it! Like that! Yeah! I’m gonna – I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum!” she cried, pulling his face in and holding it still while his tongue savored the new taste her climax produced. “That was fantastic!” she cried when she could speak. “I think you’ve earned another good spanking! Whattya think, Jon?”

“Yes, please, Maggie!”

“Good! Stand up!” she instructed as she stood herself. Grabbing her clothes Jon had placed carefully on the coffee table, she flung them away and moved Jon to the end of the table. “Bend over! Hands on the table!” she commanded, and he happily complied, looking back at her nearly naked body standing at his left with a hand on his back.

After an enticing massage of his sore cheeks, the spanking resumed. The new position had a different submissive feel to it, and the spanking hurt more with the skin of his butt stretched tighter over his frame. Gasping and crying out her name, he gradually came to like the change, but Maggie had another surprise for him.

“Do you like this position, Jon? Like a student bent over the teacher’s desk?”

“Yes! Yes, Maggie!”

“Well, it’s about to get better!”

“Oh my God!” he cried when her left hand slid around his side to take hold of his cock. Still large, but not quite hard after the more painful spanking, it didn’t take long to reach full size in her stroking palm.

“C’mon, Jon! Cum for me! Cum for me while you’re getting your bottom spanked!”

Nearly delirious from the intense pleasure/pain of being jerked off and spanked at the same time, he finally held his breath rather than getting dizzy from hyperventilating. It didn’t take long before he went off, his seed splashing onto the table’s surface below him.

He stood shakily and welcomed Maggie’s steadying arms. He couldn’t believe how different, and even more amazing, this was compared to the last, and he looked hopefully to other new experiences in the future.

“Thank you, Maggie! That was the most incredible experience! Not just this last bit, but the whole thing leading up to it. The first spanking even better than last time. Eating your perfect pussy! And then this! Unbelievable! Simply unbelievable!”

Maggie hugged him tightly; she, too, found the reality of what she’d wished for for so long surpassed her imagination and knew it would get even better.

“Jon,” she started, getting his attention, and he looked up at her with adoring eyes, prompting a beautiful smile. “I really loved it too! Everything! So much better than I thought it would be! We have … have something,” she said, her emotions getting the better of her as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I think we have something really special. Don’t you, Jon?”

“I do, Maggie. I don’t think the word special is even enough to describe it!” he replied.

Only another spanko could understand what they meant. They both knew that spanking wasn’t just a fun form of punishment, a desire to control or be controlled, or another type of foreplay. It was a need, like food and water, that these two impoverished souls were only now finally fulfilling. And it was fulfilling on its own; the sex, during or after, icing on the cake.

Taking a long rest, they sat on the sofa, wrapped in each other’s arms and legs and just enjoyed being together and touching to please, not to arouse. Jon would have loved to take Maggie to bed and make love to her in a tender, caring way, a stark contrast to the fantastic preamble, but he knew that would have to wait. Maggie was giving clear signals she wasn’t ready for that, and right now, he would do anything for her, including going without indefinitely if that was what she wanted.

He couldn’t know how close she was to wanting that too. While she was sure Jon would be different, she’d been in bed with guys on a first or second date, and it was always disappointing, a feeling she attributed to a lack of emotional connection. She was sure that would come with Jon, and probably very soon, but not tonight.

Jon did return to Maggie’s knee and between her legs before the night was over, but it was more playful than painful; a spanko’s version of after sex cuddling.

Jon picked her up at nine the following morning, and they had breakfast at a local mom-and-pop restaurant they’d both been to before. They talked excitedly about anything and everything, their excitement from the night before still overflowing.

Jon felt that same sense of belonging when they entered the Old Village, a feeling he would try to infect Maggie with before he completed the tour.

He’d stopped to study the map, and when she asked, he said he was trying to decide where to begin.

“Just do the schoolhouse last, Jonathan,” she said with a sly smile.

“Yes, Miss Maggie!”

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With greater confidence in each other, will Maggie and Jon reprise their performance in the old schoolhouse? Thanks to all who encouraged me to continue this story! I hope you'll 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on this chapter as much as the first and ... THANKS FOR READING!!