I had never been spanked before. Not in the way I wanted to be spanked, at least. A partner or two had smacked my ass during foreplay, sure, but I had never been spanked for discipline. I had never been held down and forced to endure a hairbrush on my skin. I had never been tied and caned until I was bruised. No one had ever strapped me with a belt.

So I was surprised when I flirtingly suggested a spanking, and you agreed without hesitation. We had only been chatting on a dating app for a few days—we hadn’t even met in person yet.

We agreed to discuss it over coffee. I am not one to get nervous on a first date, but for some reason I couldn’t quite stop myself from trembling with anticipation as you approached. Your photos had not led me astray—you were undeniably pretty—but they also had not conveyed the magnetism of your presence. Some people have it and others simply don’t. With you it was obvious—I immediately wanted to please you, to do what you wanted.

We talked for some time, perhaps an hour, communicating what I wanted and what you required. I had never admitted to anymore before that I wanted to be brought to tears via a spanking. And my relief was palpable when you didn’t balk at the suggestion but rather coolly stated. “I’d be happy to make you cry.”

You invited me to your apartment. The walk was a blur. I hardly remember when we talked about, I hardly remember where we went. All I knew is that I was with you, that you were about to spank me, and that I had been waiting for this more than I had ever imagined.

When we arrived at your apartment, you instructed me to take off my shoes. “Let’s get right to it,” you said.

Hoping to play out this scene with someone. I’m not looking for a particularly long RP, but I also prefer more description and internal dialogue than less.

If you’re interested, please chat or DM me.