Hubby Doesn’t Spank Me Anymore

The title says it. I’m attending a conference at the University this week, and I want to use my time away from home to get the spanking that I’m missing from home. I’m just looking for a spanking, so please be able to respect my boundaries. I’m in my late 30s, …

I read your ad and replied. I added a year to my age and said that I’m living in an apartment with roommates instead of my real situation of living in a single dorm room in my last year of college. I was a little surprised that you’d be interested in someone as young as me, but you say that everyone else was mention sex and was happy that I wasn’t. We set something up for the next night at the conference hotel.

There was a chance that I would cross paths with my mom there, so I was a little nervous. You see, she, um, you, had texted me a week before telling me that you were attending a conference at my University. There wasn’t any danger of you being, well, you, because my mom is in her 40s, not upper 30s. Maybe I’m still a little naïve about women lying about their age.

Anyway, your schedule was going to pretty packed, but you could take me to dinner some night. You had said that you had to be out by the evening keynote speaker at 7, so setting up my later appointment for 7:30 actually worked pretty great. I knew you’d be down in the ballroom in the meeting while I pretended to leave.

So we have dinner, and I don’t pay any attention to the number you use to bill it to your room. I see you off to the bank of elevators, and I head to the lobby to sit for a bit and check my phone. Several minutes later, your message comes through:

I’m in room 2315. I’m ready for you any time.

When you open the door, I’m a little confused to see you there, still dressed the way I left you just after dinner. I guess you’re a little confused, too, assuming that I’m your son coming up to meet his mom, not a spanker coming up to meet his spankee.

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“No, I replied to your ad.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“So, you’re in your mid 30s again?” I grin, poking fun a little.

“Like you should talk. When did you move out of Hamilton Hall?” you laugh.

I let an awkward silence go by before asking “So, do you want to go through with it?”

You can just jump in or fill in any details you’d like to fill in. I can go through messages or chat here on Reddit. I’ve controlled your actions only so far as to get a setup. We’ll control our own actions after this point. We can definitely do more than just a spanking, either in this session or future sessions.