Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
A Spanking Day to Remember
©April 2008, by patty
Patty tried all week to stay focused on the pressing issues at work and respond to comments obligations on her blog, but her attentions were distracted. In a few days she would finally meet a man who first contacted here more than a year ago. He’d been friendly and interesting then, but before she knew it she was swept up and off her feet and in that state she’d let herself focus on the active attentive contact, and let go of this particular guy. As we all know, Patty’s luck with spanko suitors in the last 2 years has been checkered; one bottom posing as a top who, once he convinced her to spank him, ended up constantly wanting to know how turned on she was by the prospect of spanking him again; the other finding her no longer athletic body too unattractive for him to consider really loving her.
Both were fun and encouraging for a time, and both taught her valuable lessons. They were good men but not really compatible. And then a few months ago, out of the blue a familiar name appeared in the obscure generic server mail she occasionally used. It felt right, so patty answered, and now she’s feeling blessed.
They met recently, and even though she was nervous and her hands shook visibly while they shared a soft drink, he took her hands in his and reassured her. They talked for some time and found lots of common ground. It wasn’t hard at all to take the next step. There’d been so much fun and purely human, deeply and painful personal preamble in e-mail, this first date was to include a promised hug, he reminded her an instant before she embraced him, and if it was possible is touch and instinct, just beating her there felt perfect and just right.
Patty brought some of her arsenal of gift weapons with her and she brought the nefarious old cracker barrel paddle. Her friend brought his hand. It wasn’t long before patty discovered that his hand proved out to be a seriously lethal weapon. Her butt-lethal mistake was to giggle when the sting built up to the point of owie ow, o wow! The un-restrainable giggle ‘o wow ow wow wow’ became a sweet target for him. She couldn’t help it, he couldn’t resist is. Oh my goodness!
Imagine that? A spankee giggling when the spanking’s right and a spanker is catching on right away and thinking it’s fun and funny? There was a long afternoon session where many toys were tried.
Oh my!
And patty being patty, when a certain toy was eventually used moderately and far too long, my breath hitched and I begged for ‘harder!” I actually am wonton enough to come during a first very right spanking! OMG!
Yes I did, but was that the end? Nope. More followed. Because I giggled at the ouchie parts. “Ow! Te he he,” he laughed. Now I ask you brat friends when your bottom’s bein’ busted and it’s just right am I the only one who yelps and giggles?
After round one, never managing to get my giggIes stiffled, we went down to supper.
Very little talk revolved around our shared interest as very quickly I noticed a man three tables away who was too fixed on us. It was wonderful drawing my new guy into sharing his extremely eclectic life, and the hours passed almost too fast. There is a life beyond spanking and it’s captivating and interesting.
It’s amazing that we could peacefully bring up gun laws and find our views were close but not equal. I’m exempt, as I’m not yet allowed to vote but my views and interests were fun to share and engaged with interest if not acceptance.
There is a huge amount of common ground between us, way outside as well as inside spanking. I giggle when it hurts just right, I can’t help it … he finds that fun and reassuring rather than confusing or annoying, it doesn’t bug him! Ahhhh sigh…. thank you God! I’ve never meant disrespect by it, and I’ve always giggled even through tears.
What have I embraced; a man who loves spanking, has gentle lines he’ll apply as we get more comfortable. Best of all he’s funny and loves fun….
Ahhhhhhhhhhh he’s fun! Say that again and mean it patty, but don’t crumble out of position on the last swat even one more time or else. 
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So, just in case folks have been wondering what I’ve been up to, there’s a little snippet from some of my doings.
No expectations beyond continuing to develop a strong trusting friendship this time around. My new friend spends very little time on line and only once in a while visits my gallery. He wants anonymity, but it’s ok for me to share some things like how a spanking went, just not exactly when or where, or anything that might out him.