I was selling some BDSM items on Craigslist. These items included a heavy-duty (more decorative) wood sorority-type paddle with holes in it, a crop, a riding crop in good shape, a small flogger suitable for teasing women’s nipples or breasts, and four 3-pound weights. I had suggested that these items could be used for submissive holds or as punishment, or for attaching nipple clamps or other accessories.

A woman contacted me and expressed interest in purchasing the items. We exchanged text messages over the weekend, as she was very busy with her job. While some of us do work on weekends, I do a lot, and she lived in Los Angeles, while I live near Seal Beach. I suggested meeting halfway at LAX for the items, which I was only asking $30 for. Since I was off this weekend and had limited plans, I was willing to go the extra mile.

However, due to her exhaustion from work, we decided to meet on Sunday night instead. I offered to drive up to her place if she wanted, and she gladly accepted. I ended up driving almost to her house, making a 60-mile round trip, but it was a pleasant ride, since I took my Honda Goldwing.

During our texting, I learned that she had some concerning behavior that needed correction. Our meeting was solely for her to purchase the items, and there was no intention of anything else. I packed all the items into my saddle bags, except for the wood paddle, which was too large. I strapped into the rear seat.

I arrived at the Taco Bell and texted her, hoping I had reached the correct location. She called me back and said she was inside, inviting me to come in. I arrived and greeted her. I walked in and saw her seated. She was a beautiful woman, about 35, but she also looked very tired. She seemed nervous because she had never done anything like this before. She stood up and extended her hand, but I actually wanted to give her a hug, but instead, I shook her hand. We sat and chatted for quite a while. I’m not afraid to speak my mind, and sometimes it gets me in trouble, but I felt very comfortable talking to her. She told me things that she usually wouldn’t tell a “normal” person. I think people in our lifestyle (although some of us live it much more than others) are willing to open up a bit. It feels good to have open conversations about that stuff.

I learned that spanking has intrigued her since childhood, but I don’t think she has had her desires met yet. It was sad to hear. The partner she plays with now is not a Dom, in my opinion. Many people claim to be, but from what I heard he was not.

What she needs right now is just spankings. She could explore other areas eventually, but not now. She really just needs regular maintenance spankings. She has a bad habit of staying up late and not getting enough rest! I also think she should talk to her “Dom” and tell him what she needs. In my encounters with spankees, we always talk and I find out what they need or crave. I’m there to satisfy their desires. Afterward, she can satisfy his needs. I wouldn’t have a problem with someone telling me what their “need” is. Many people would say, “That’s topping from the bottom. Not if the bottom walks away unsatisfied? Talk! Learn!”

After our chat, we stepped outside to the parking lot to complete the exchange. I pulled my motorcycle up beside her car. As I handed her the items, I explained their purpose. All she truly desired was the riding crop. I believe she was becoming increasingly excited by the whole situation. Well, I must admit, I enjoy arousing women. :-) I gave her a hug because I sensed she needed one. Angela got into her car and began backing out of her parking spot. However, I noticed she hadn’t fastened her seatbelt. I asked, “Do you use your seatbelt?” She replied, “I can’t find it.”

I instructed her to pull over to the empty spot across the street, pointing. She gave me a puzzled look, but she obeyed and parked. I walked over, leaving my motorcycle in the parking lot in a designated spot. I told her to get in the rear of the car, on the passenger side. I entered from the left. Yes, this was on a public street, but it was dark enough that no one would likely notice. Besides, it was LA, close to Hollywood. People are accustomed to seeing all sorts of things and tend to look the other way.

“It’s evident to me that you urgently need a spanking right now!” I exclaimed. “And I’m going to explain why!” “You’ve been staying up late talking instead of getting the much-needed sleep you require!” “You’re driving on very little sleep, which is dangerous!” “You’re abusing your body by doing this!” “No, you’re not on drugs, at least not that I know of!” “And last but not least, you don’t wear your seatbelt!” “People rely on you!”

Angela stared at me in shock, but she also nodded vigorously in agreement with everything I had suggested. “And these are just the things I know about?!” she exclaimed. “Yes, yes, you’re right. I’m not taking care of myself, but…” I interrupted. “But that’s not the point. Kneel here in the seat and undo your pants and pull them down to your knees, NOW!” “You can leave your panties on,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “That won’t work on me.” She pulled her pants down. I quickly pulled her across my lap. “This is going to hurt you more than it is me!” I didn’t hold back. I pulled her panties up, as if she now had a thong, exposing both her white butt cheeks.

This was a punishment spanking, and no safe words were needed! We didn’t have much time either. I spanked quickly and efficiently over both cheeks and from one cheek to the other. I’m a big guy at 6’7” and 250 lbs., with large hands and arms. When you get a spanking from me, you’ll feel it! Sometimes for days!

I didn’t count the spanks; I just did it long enough that she would feel the pain for a few days. By the time I was finished, she was in tears. I pulled her back up on her knees. “Pull your pants up,” I said. She was still crying as she pulled them up. “Sit,” I patted the seat next to me. I put my arm around her in a hug and explained that she was way past due for this. She nodded in agreement. “Now, go home, shower, and get to bed.” “Do you understand?” “This spanking should have released the stress and frustration that you’ve been carrying for a long time!” “You should sleep well tonight.”

“Yes, yes, thank you!” she exclaimed. “You’re very welcome.”