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Please Spank Me, Sir

... well. Then I led her behind the bench and placed her hand on the top wooden slat, reaching around behind her to guide her other hand to the top of the bench as well so she was bent slightly forward.

Then, placing my left hand between her shoulder blades, I eased her further down and simultaneously used my free hand to give her two quick, hard slaps on the behind, one on each cheek.

She snapped upright and cried out with a loud “OW!” that echoed through the darkness of the now-deserted park and then, horrified, clapped a hand over her mouth.

A moment later she gave a startled “Oh!” behind her hand, then quickly reached down to grab the top of the bench again, groaning as she bent forward until her forehead was nearly touching the bench between her hands. Her hips jerked as she let out something between a moan and a sigh:

“OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Then she was completely still. I waited, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

Then, still bent over the bench, she whispered, “Oh my god.”

After another long pause she slowly straightened up, turned and threw her arms around me again. I returned the embrace, giving her a kiss on top of her head as she murmured, “I almost never…I mean, I hardly ever…” and squeezed me harder.

After a while we disentangled ourselves. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then I offered her my arm and walked her back to where she had parked her car, neither of us saying a word. There was another long look between us ...

... but not a word was spoken as she climbed into her car - lowering herself cautiously onto the seat - and drove away.

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Laurie was nothing if not punctual: at exactly 7 PM on Friday night my phone rang. Knowing who it was, I simply opened the call without speaking and waited. After a moment I heard a tentative “Hel-”, which was quickly cut off as she remembered her instructions. When she spoke again her voice was very soft but there was no hesitation in it.

“Please spank me, Sir.”

In keeping with my assigned role I simply gave her directions to my apartment building and hung up.

She arrived about twenty minutes later, miraculously finding a parking space almost directly across from my building. I had been watching from my second-floor window and went down to open the front door for her. And before entering the building, even though I hadn’t instructed her to do so, she quickly glanced around before meeting my eyes and repeating, “Please spank me, Sir.”

Her eyes were bright, almost feverish, and her shoulders looked rigid with tension as I took her hand and wordlessly led her up the stairs to the second floor and into my apartment. In that short time her nervousness had apparently ratcheted up considerably, as she jumped slightly when she heard the door close behind us.

Seeing her condition, I dropped my role momentarily, taking her gently by the shoulders and saying, “Everything’s okay, Laurie. ...