The Date

My name is Sarah and I am 24 years old. I have auburn hair that is long,
down my back and wavy…I generally wear it loose and flowing….my skin is
that of a redheads….apricot in colour with only a few freckles across my
nose.
I stand around 5’6 with very long legs and you and I have been dating for
around two months….

We have had a marvelous time, you and I…and, I have enjoyed myself with
you each and every date we have gone on……I am remembering one date in
particular ..that changed my life forever.

It is Saturday evening and you have just picked me up for our date. I am
feeling a little awkward because there is something I need to talk to you
about….and, I am afraid that I don’t know you well enough…..even though
we have been seeing each frequently during these wonderful two months….
I screw up my courage and turn to you in the car….and, in a very low
voice…almost a whisper……I say…Albert…..have you ever spanked
anyone?
Or been spanked by someone?
After almost hitting the car in front of you….you manage to pull over to
the side of the road..and stop the car……when you do..you turn to
me….and look deep within my eyes…..
Sarah, you say……if only you knew how long I have waited….to hear those
words….I have wanted to give you a spanking ever since I looked into your
eyes…on our first date..and saw the mischief there. Never did I think
anyone needed a bare bottom spanking more than you did that night….
I wish you had said something about it then, my dear.

Albert, darling…..if only you HAD known…..I had had a bad day at work
that day….and, I knew we were going out on our first date…and, I knew I
was being bitchy…..Oh, how I wish I could have been able to bring it
up…..
But, Albert, tonight I was thinking perhaps that it was you, not me, who
needed the spanking….you haven’t been very nice to me tonight…….You
didn’t open the door for me like you usually do..you’ve been awfully
quiet…….and, the one question I did ask you…and, I asked nicely….you
practically snapped my head off…. I didn.t think that was very proper
behaviour from a gentleman..at all….
Not only that….your clothes have not been ironed……you are presenting
one awful outfit to me…..and, look how well I have dressed for you…..is
it fair?
I think….you and I should turn this car around and go back to my
place……right now……because ….I think…that you need a bare bottom
spanking a whole lot more than I ever did…….I don’t tolerate nasty
behaviour and manners from the men that I date, Albert…and, although, I
have not done this before…I will tell you right now…..that once you
spend a little time with a sore red bottom, you and I will get along a whole
lot better..

You stared at me…..for what seemed like an eternity….and, then you hung
your head and told me that I was absolutely right…that you had been
behaving in a most ungentlemanly way…..that you had been acting like that
in hopes that I would be the one…who would notice and do something about
it….

Well, my dear, we will most definitely do something about it this
night…Turn the car around….now.

At my apartment, you sit down on the couch with your hands folded in front
of you….not quite knowing what to expect……
Sitting next to you….very gently I take your hands in mine….and, I tell
you that you are one of the nicest people I have ever met. But…if you and
I are to continue this relationship, there are some rules of conduct that
you will have to deal with…in order to keep me happy and content. I
expect you and I to be dating for a long time, honey….and, it’s important
that any man seen with me is dressed well…with a clean tie…not the one
with mustard on it….that your suit is pressed….that you have shaved…..
The fact that you didn’t open the door for me when we were getting into the
car is absolutely something that you need to remember to do. I am a
lady….and, I expect treatment as such….do you understand?

As you nod your head, slightly nervous now…I continue…..and, tell
you…that my solution to help you clean up your act…because I care so
much for you…is for you to have spankings regularly……starting
tonight……mainly because ….in only two months..look at you…look how
slovenly you’ve already become….look at your face, Alfred….you didn.t
shave before leaving your house…your tie hasn’t been cleaned in months,
I’ll wager….and, your suit…what did you do…sleep in it…….that is
totally unacceptable…..

What we are going to do now….is…you are going to go into my bathroom and
take a shower….I just happen to have a set of men’s pajamas in my
closet..that belonged to my cousin..who stayed with me a few years
ago…they are clean and they will fit you…..you shower..and put on the
pajamas….and, then you come back out here to the living room…where I
will be waiting for you….

Ah..I remember this part most fondly……you come out of the bathroom,
dressed in my cousin’s pajamas….your hair is still wet…your face is
freshly shaved….as you managed to find the razor and shaving cream I laid
out for you……and you aren.t quite dry….
The look on your face was priceless that night..eyes all big and
anxious…….not quite sure what to expect…and, you find me sitting on
the couch……
Next to me is a large paddle and a hairbrush……the paddle has holes in
it……and is made of oak….and the hairbrush is a copy of an old
victorian one…oval and about 6 inches wide….
Your eyes are huge as you stand there, waiting…anticipating…something
you are excited about …but, slightly afraid of….and, I pat my
lap…….and, say..
Albert……darlin…come here….and lay your self across my lap……..you
are about to get your first taste of what it will be like from now on……

As you awkwardly get into position…I have already picked up the
hairbrush…..and, then, thinking about it…..I lay it back down…and tell
you that I will start off with my hand……so I can warm up your bottom
first……..
The spanking begins over your pajama bottoms….with my hand……the first
spank…..is not very hard..nor are they after that….just a rhythmic
spanking..first one cheek then the other…….but….you are feeling
them…because I can tell by your reactions….your bottom tightens in
anticipation……….waiting for the next hit..the next smack…..and, your
breathing is no longer regular….

I have now begun your spanking and you have already taken almost 60 with my
hand…this rhythmic spanking that is not too hard..and you do have pants
on……
and, then it stops as suddenly as it starts….and, you immediately begin to
get up…..
I say to you…oh, no..my sweet…you do not get up until I say so……so,
for that….you will stand…and walk over to the corner……..you look at
me….as if I am out of my mind..and, I stand up and pick up the
paddle…and walk to your backside…..and, without warning, give you two
very hard smacks……and, inform you that you will not question me or ever
look that way again..that when I tell you to do something..you will
immediately do it…no questions asked…..

Holding your bottom, you walk to the corner…….and, I position your face
to the wall with your nose pressed closely to the wall…….and, whilst you
are standing there, I pull your pajama bottoms down to your ankles…..the
cold air hitting your still slightly wet bottom…causes you to move your
face from the wall….

I put my mouth close to your ear…and, say….oh, dear.. Albert..that was a
bad thing to do……put your face back where it was……..
And, then the paddle begins to descend up on
your bared bottom….with your
pants down around your ankles……..the spanks are harder now……there is
no pause …..there is just that four four timing of every inch of your
bottom being covered by the paddle…and, you are beginning to
squirm….and, as you squirm….the paddle gets harder..and my hand goes to
the small of your back…..and, I tell you that standing still would be best
if you don’t want me to spank other parts of your body…my aim is up to
you, dear…..
You have been spanked with the paddle…..40 times….and your behind is
getting nice and pink…and, you are beginning to make noises that indicate
to me….that you are ready for another session over my knee……
I take you by the hand…and tell you to remove your pants…it is now time
to go over my knee again…because you have been a naughty naughty
boy…and, spankings will help you remember how to dress and how to behave
around me….you will live a better life with regular
spankings…..Albert…..you will be happier and I will be happier…

You comply and follow me back to the couch…where I sit …and, pat my
lap…and, now..you realise I am serious and you lay your self across my
knees…….and, I pick up the hairbrush…..and, the spanking begins once
again……this time, you can hardly lay still…because you had not been
spanked since you were a child…and, you start to say that it is
enough..you cannot take anymore..it stings….and, I smile…because I
know..this hairbrush….has quite the sting to it..and, the brush begins to
descend upon your bottom with such force…that I can hear the breath
leaving your body….with each swing….there is no spot left untouched,
including the tops of your thighs..and your bottom is beginning to turn a
nice shade of red………
You are now begging me to stop…that you will never forget again to do what
I say………and, I pause for a moment…and, tell you that you can be
assured that that will happen….and, I begin my assault upon your
behind….again…

And, again and again..the brush comes down and meets each cheek…your sit
spot..your thighs….and, you are moaning now…..because the pain is
becoming unbearable..and your bottom is clenching and your breathing is
tight and ragged……and, still the spanking goes on and on……your
cheeks are red now…and the tears are falling from your eyes…you are
begging……you are almost incoherent…and, the spanking continues…that
oak brush packs quite the wallop..and though small….I am strong…and, I
have alot of force behind each whack……periodically , I have paused only
to wet your bottomm with a warm washcloth I had prepared……whilst you
were showering……which only causes it to sting more……and, there is no
pausing between spanks…so you have no time to regroup……

Finally, after about 200 spanks…..the hairbrush is put down…and, the
paddle is applied to your bottom…only 30 this time…because, by this
time, you are crying hard enough..that I think you have at least learned the
first part of your lesson..which is to expect spankings every time you
displease me……

I then send you to the corner one more time…with your bottom sticking
out….so that I can admire my handiwork………
At this point, you have promised to do anything…….anything from now
on…..your face is wet from the tears……

After about fifteen minutes……I come over to you and put my arms around
you….and, hug you to me…and, tell you what a good boy…..you
are…..Life is good.