The Story of My First Adult Spanking

I don't remember the name of the guy who gave me my first spanking as an adult. I was 23 or so at the time. He was from out of town, in town on business. We had only exchanged a few e-mails when he had his trip into town, but I was desperate for a spanking, so I decided to meet him.

We met in the cafe of the Whole Foods that was close to the hotel he was staying at. We talked a bit. He asked me if I had ever had a real spanking as an adult, or if it had just all been fantasy. Just fantasy except for spanking myself, I told him. He told me that he would spank me with his belt, and that he wouldn't be touching me with his hands anywhere besides my bottom. He asked me if I could be quiet during the spanking because he stayed at the hotel he was in quite often. I assured him that the belt would make more noise than I would.

I followed him back to his hotel room. He gave me the option of starting bare bottom or with my panties up. I was a bit nervous, so I decided to start with my panties up. I dropped my jeans and bent over the desk chair as he told me to. As he was taking off his belt, he said he was going to give me 20 with the belt, and I was going to count each of them. And he reminded me to be quiet. He swung the belt, and holy crap that leather burned. The fire in my bottom built up as he continued the strokes and I counted each one.

After 20, he stopped and asked me if I was ok. I said yes. He asked me if I could take 20 more. I said, "Yes, Sir." So he gave me 20 more strokes with his belt, and again I counted each one. By the end of those, my bottom was really hurting, but I loved it. Each time the belt landed, there was a new explosion of pain in my bottom, especially on the right side, where the end of the belt was landing.

At the end of that set of 20, he asked me again if I was ok. Again, I answered yes. Again he asked me if I could take 20 more, and again I answered "Yes, Sir." He told me to lower my panties. I did, and resumed my place bent over the chair. The first stroke landed. I know those panties weren't much protection, but the bite of that belt on my bare bottom that had already taken 40 hard strokes of his belt made me suck in my breath hard. A few seconds passed before he said, "I didn't hear you count."

I managed to get out a "one" not much louder than a whisper. With each of that last twenty, I struggled to stay in place, but I did. I sucked my breath in through my teeth with each stroke, but I managed to count out each stroke.

When he finshed that 20, he said, "We're done." I thought Thank God! Then he told me that I was too submissive and that I needed professional help! Well, I thought that was just great - I finally found someone who was into the same thing I am, and even he thinks I'm crazy!

But I was already in therapy, and I wasn't about to give up spanking again after finally getting a real life spanking.

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