A few years ago, I met a woman named D who was interested in having a disciplinarian. I was interested in disciplining someone, so it all worked out just fine. D said she had plenty of experience in the BDSM scene, and that turned out to be true.
After a little online chat we decided to meet up for lunch. She looked exactly like her description: longish reddish-brown hair, light eyes, pale skin, curvy, and 4’10. I’d already seen other parts of her online, but suffice it to say she has wide hips and largish breasts. Her face was kind of round. She was pretty.
D turned out to be a nurse in her late 20s who worked three-day shifts and then had four days off, so she would be available during the day, which was when I was available. So that was a plus.
After lunch, I offered to spank her over my knee in the backseat of my car, so that she could get a feel for what it would be like. She agreed, and got 140 swats — 20 over her panties, then 40 more in three sets, and by that time she already had imprints of my hand on her backside — a surprise, because she’d told me she “didn’t mark anymore”. Now, to be fair, I wasn’t *trying* to bruise her, although I certainly enjoyed proving her wrong.