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Red As Her Panties
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
I reached a personal spanking milestone last week. I spanked my
first naughty bottom. :)
Leanne first instant messaged me near the end of April. She has
been a lurker here at SSS for a number of years. She simply wanted
to know if I knew what was happening with the newsgroup and why
she wasn't seeing any posts. I sent her information about SSS,
ASS, ASSm and my Spank School site and invited her into the Hotseat
chat. About a month went by and we chatted again. This time I
buddy listed her, and we started chatting just about everyday.
She became a rare jewel for me, a female friend. I think part
of the reason I was able to let down my barriers and trust her
as a friend is because she is bisexual. I could relate to her
in the same way I relate to men. I flirt and tease and expect
a certain kind of adoring response that makes me feel liked and
loved. Leanne supplied me with lots of adoration. I just ate it
up!
Early on, I remember teasing her about spanking her, and she asked
if it was a promise, and I said it was a threat. :) We discussed
fantasies and started role-playing, and before I knew what was
happening, Steven and I had adopted her as our online role-play
daughter. We became one of those silly and zany spanking families!
Uncle Herbie, my husband, joined in too. Never underestimate the
power of online role-play in learning about people, their limits
and their fantasies. I owe the majority of the credit for things
going so smoothly during our first play session to those hours
spent in role-play.
Since I had never Topped before in a scene, preparing for our
first meeting felt very different from the nervous butterflies
I get while preparing for a bottom warming! I spent ZERO hours
thinking about what panties I was going to wear. I spent most
of my energy in torturing Leanne before the big event. I had her
keep a log of different spanking offenses and generally teased
her constantly about the spanking she was going to get. I hate
to admit this, but I enjoyed watching her squirm with anticipation.
I also had serious conversations with her and apologized in advance
if for some reason I freaked out and was unable to actually spank
her. She understands my private and specific fears about Topping,
so I knew I would be just fine with her across my knees.
Uncle Herbie and I arrived at her house bright and early after
a two hour drive. She was nervous; I could tell. This wasn't her
first ever spanking, but in some ways it was. It was her first
spanking by a "spanko" and I think that makes a big difference
in the level of play. To set her at ease Herbie and I got out
some games to play - simply to allow us all time to get used to
our various personalities. She introduced me to her pets, and
I got to see where she sits at her computer. All those things
mean a lot to my visual of her now when I chat with her online.
I thought back to how I felt the first time Steven came to visit
me, and suddenly - spanking Leanne was simple. I became a female
version of the demented daddy that Steven is. It seemed so natural.
:)
Leanne, despite her nervousness, REALLY wanted a spanking. I could
tell. She isn't the "brat" type, but a "goodgirl" if you know
what I mean. I am the same type of bottom, which is why I think
Leanne was so easy for me to understand. So, I basically had to
pick on her and blow the little things she did way out of proportion.
For instance, she didn't say "Racko" when she won the game of
Racko. When I demanded that she say it, she simply ignored me!
That was when I got my hair brush out, and laid it on the floor
near the game. I'll never forget the look of fear and joy that
flashed in her eyes at the same time. I probably had the same
look myself. LOL
Eventually, I verified with her that she wanted to do this. Like
the first time Steven spanked me, I interrupted the scene perhaps
three times to verify that she was still ok with all that I was
doing. She always gave me straightforward assurance that she was
having a great time. We had a safeword in place from the day before,
but I wanted to break the spell of the scene a few times anyway,
just because I know how powerful that spell can be, and this was
our first meeting.
Leanne ended up across my lap, and I started spanking her right
on her shorts. My original plan was simply to use my hand and
hair brush and not move to any heavier implements. The first spanking
pretty much kept to my original plan. I did learn one important
thing. It's very difficult to gauge a spanking with those pants
and panties up - so I must agree with daddy now, that those panties
simply MUST come down.
Leanne had on the cutest red panties, which for her was a very
poor choice in color. It gave me a goal. I wanted her bottom as
RED as those panties. I accomplished that - and then some. :)
I also got out the Vaseline and took Leanne's temperature with
a glass rectal thermometer. Of course, when you take a temperature
the proper way, you must probe the naughty girls bottom with a
well lubricated finger until it is very relaxed and ready to accept
the thermometer. While I was probing Leanne's tight and responsive
anus, I said to myself - "Gee, I really hate to have to do this
::EG::" and then I did it some more. I did ask her if vaseline
had an odor and she assured me it didn't smell like anything at
all. Isn't she a GOOD girl? :)
After the first bottom warming, we took Leanne out for lunch.
She even called us "mommy" and "Uncle Herbie" while we were out.
She is just a few years older then my own daughter, so it was
very convincing. :) I got to whisper hushed threats to her during
lunch, and asked her how the hard chair felt, and Uncle Herbie
wondered just a little two loudly if everyone could tell how naughty
Leanne had been that morning. Damn, we were strict yet fair!
Once back at her house, I again asked Leanne point blank if she
would like another spanking. She assured me she certainly did.
So it was back to MMM (Miss Meanie Ma'am) for me. This time, she
printed up her spanking list. In our zany spanko family we call
those "birch books" though Leanne is lucky that I didn't really
have a birch with me!
As Leanne read off each offense one by one, I determined a punishment.
I was very curious to know if I was spanking too hard, or even
worse too soft, so I seized an opportunity with one of the birch
book entries. I had been using my large Z paddle, perhaps just
three or four swats for the worst offenses and alternating with
the hair brush or simply my hand. Then, a very serious offense
came due on the birch book. I asked Leanne how many Z paddle strokes
would make her feel absolved of guilt. My plan was, if she said
one or two, I would give her five rather soft ones- and realize
that I was spanking too hard. She actually shocked me when she
said 30!
So, I realized then that I had most likely been spanking her too
soft. ::EG:: So she got thirty, all hard, and all with the Z paddle,
with breaks and rubbing and probing after every ten.
After this, my heart was pounding so quickly, that I had to send
her to the corner for a few minutes just to catch my breath. I
then learned the entire purpose of corner time. There is absolutely
nothing on this earth that made me prouder then the site of that
red bottom glowing in the corner. I turned to Herb and mouthed
the words "I DID that! WOW"
The second half of Leanne's spanking then continued. She was very
well behaved during the entire thing, and should be proud of herself.
Leanne, much like myself, is an insatiable spankee. After I spanked
her, Uncle Herbie volunteered to spank me in front of Leanne.
I wasn't sure if she would enjoy that, but to Leanne, watching
me get spanked was a real treat. She is a big fan of my wavs and
has them ALL burned on a CD. She said later it looked so real
she wanted to stop it, but she also wanted it to continue.
After Herbie spanked me, we went out for Water Ice to cool off
our insides. Then Herbie offered to spank Leanne. Since her bottom
was already showing the effects of a very hard spanking from me,
he just used his hand. Still, Uncle Herbie's hands, are worse
then a hair brush in my opinion. I do believe Leanne became the
most vocal with Uncle Herbie. One nice moment in Uncle Herbie's
spanking came during the application of tushie cream. As he rubbed
it on, I came over to help - Leanne said there was nothing more
erotic then four hands on her bruised bottom. :)
Then we went out to dinner!
At dinner, I was waiting to see what Leanne was going to order.
I always like to copy. Well, Leanne just closed her menu and smiled.
I even asked her, "Do you know what you want?" and she said "yep"
I kept looking at the menu and finally picked the same thing that
Herbie was having. Then I asked Leanne why she wouldn't tell me
what she was having?? She said she read the post from almost a
year ago here at the newsgroup where I said I like to copy what
other people are eating!! Isn't she cute? :) She sure deserved
another spanking.
It was getting late, and by the time dinner was over, we headed
back to her house for what I called a "goodbye" spanking. Actually
though, once I got her shorts and panties down, I simply had to
stop. Her bottom was VERY red and punished. Even though she wanted
more, I decided it was just tushy cream from now on. We spent
lots and lots of time hugging after each of the spankings. I even
have pictures of us looking very relaxed, her head on my chest
and me petting her hair. Those are treasured moments captured
just for us to share. :)
It's funny, I thought very seriously before hand about why I was
doing this. Why now? Why Leanne? I suppose that the main answer
is, that Leanne is very bright and intelligent. That makes a difference
to me. I know that emotionally she can handle the roller coaster
of emotions that this sort of friendship can create. Also, I am
stronger and more centered now then I was just two short years
ago when I delurked here at SSS.
I had a wonderful time, and anticipate playing with Leanne again
in the future. She was a joy to spank... er I mean, I simply had
to spank her, its my parental responsibility to help her remain
a very good and respectful girl.
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