My first spanking [MF]

Shortly after I started college, I hooked up with a slightly older guy (mid-20s – he celebrated his 26th or 27th birthday that year) who lived in the same building as I did. I met him when I moved in; he helped my roommate and me with the move, and we all hung out together from time to time. And a little later, he and I got to know each other much better. We dated, and he became one of my formative sexual experiences. He introduced me to a lot of new stuff, especially kinky stuff and finding out that there was more to sex than blowjobs and missionary or doggy was an excellent experience for me. Not only that, I had bad boyfriends during high school, and he helped me get over those experiences.

We started exploring kink very slowly; I started out with learning about safewords, then some D/s play, rough sex, and he gradually introduced new things to me. We would always talk about what was going to happen, and afterwards, we would discuss what I felt, what I got from the session, where we could improve, etc. It was good to talk like that; it gave us both the chance to let the other know if we were getting what we wanted. It’s something I have taken forward in all the relationships I have had since my time with him.

We took a while to come to spankings and impact play; I wasn’t very keen on the idea, so we delayed it in favour of other things until it was basically the only thing we had not tried out. One day we talked about it and decided that a spanking would happen the next time we had a session. But it took a while for the both of us to find the time for it.

Then I went to a party with him. On that day, I was not having a good day; due to various things happing throughout the day had left me frustrated, and I did not really want to go to the party. But he wanted me along, so I went. I was feeling moody and prickly. We bickered and argued over small things all the way there. Most of the people at the party were people he knew, some of whom I considered to be pretentious gits. And after being there for an hour or so, I was letting them know that. I was snide and sarcastic. I was being a bitch to everyone, not just the ones I disliked.

Finally, the guy I was with pulled me upstairs into a room and told me to stop being such a bitch. I was not in a mood to listen and replied if he wanted that; maybe he should not bring me along to meet such losers. He called me a cunt and told me that someone needed to put me in my place. I sneered and told him he was not man enough even to try.

As it turned out, he was man enough. He grabbed me, pulled me over and put me over his knee, pushed up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and gave me the first spanking I had ever received. I screamed and called him some names that were not compliments, but a hand squeezing around my throat quieted me. And after the first few swats, I realised that I was really wet. He did not notice at first and kept spanking me until I was whimpering and crying a little. Then he slipped his fingers into my wet pussy. I came almost immediately. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to whisper in my ear that I was a little slut. The only thing I managed to say in response was that I was his little slut. He laughed softly and started to move his fingers even faster and harder until I came again, leaving a huge wet spot on his jeans.

Then he pushed me off his lap onto my knees. I saw the bulge in his jeans and moved to it immediately. I undid his pants, pulled his cock out and proceeded to give him a long, wet blowjob, never taking my eyes off his until he told me to use my breasts on him. I pulled down my dress and bra and wrapped my breasts around his cock, and jerked him off, licking and sucking the head of his cock when it came within reach. He did not warn me when he got close to cumming. He came mostly on my breasts, and some got on my chin and neck. I could not get any in my mouth except for what I got when I cleaned his cock and sucked the last of the cum out of him.

Then he got up and told me to get dressed. But he took my bra away and had me put my dress back on without allowing me to clean myself up at all. The dress was light blue, and the cum on me seeped through the fabric immediately, creating very noticeable wet spots. He gave me a satisfied smile and led me out back to the party. I am sure people saw, but I mostly ignored any stares that came my way.

After we went back home, we talked about what had happened. The talk led me to ask him to spank me again. Which he did, harder this time until I was crying. Then we fucked, with me riding him as that seemed to be the easiest for my sore buttocks.

After that, the next time we met up, he used his belt on me, which led to the first time I had to use my safeword to get him to stop what he was doing completely. But it turns out I am quite the painslut, because spankings followed by rough sex became a regular thing for us in around two- or three weeks. It was usually with his belt, but we did get some crops and paddles and used them too.

And a side note: A few months later, we had dinner with the guy who hosted the party, and I apologised to him. But I do not think he actually heard what I said because my voice was silenced by having his cock down my throat. And being fucked hard by my guy did not help. But I am sure he accepted my apology.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qt1mdj/my_first_spanking_mf