My introduction to spanking (and being submissive in general) was completely accidental.
I’d been sleeping with a previous FWB, Kate (not her real name) for about a month, having very hot but largely vanilla sex. I suspect now, that she’d been gently testing the waters up until then – a neck bite here, some back-scratching there – but nothing particularly overt.
One night, she invited me over to hers for a drink – which usually meant a lot more than “just a drink”. As usual, we started to get hot and heavy on her couch with Netflix playing in the background. She pivoted on her knees to sit on my lap and slid her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced for about a minute, my hands running across her body, sliding up her dress to caress her lithe figure, stopping at her small, perky breasts and gently massaging, eliciting light moans from her.
Soon, Kate broke our deep kiss and looked at me:
“Let’s take this to my room”.
“Fuck yeah”, I replied eagerly.