Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for April 30

This week, we discussed our first adult spankings. Your responses, as you will see below, are simply amazing!

Mary: I was in graduate school and needed some enforced discipline to get the work done. I sought to avoid playing computer games and searching for spanking sites on the Internet. When graduate school started, I obtained my first computer. The whole world opened up. I started participating in a spanking listserv group. My Sir responded to me. We lived in the same town. We discussed our interests and I shared my goals. He described the punishment he felt was appropriate. This was not a romance, but an arrangement to meet a need. We arranged the meeting place and time. I was a nervous wreck, but knew I had better show up on time.

I was so scared and excited that I was almost stiff. I was really going to be spanked! The disciplinary spanking started slow, over his lap, on my skirt. Sir gradually increased the intensity, raised my skirt, and lowered my panties. Every step was respectful, with a formal air. Although having my panties pulled down was embarrassing, the formality made me feel safe. Sir sent me to the corner, scolded me for my lack of self-discipline, and I received a dose of the belt before my punishment was complete. Each progression was anxiety producing. I had never had my bare behind spanked by a near stranger before. The belt was something I had asked for, and it was as punishing as I expected. After the spanking, I felt centered and ready to focus on my studies. I wrote an “A” paper on a sore bum that afternoon.

Before we parted, as we were standing in the room, Sir straightened my skirt and blouse and remarked that I had behaved well. Then he gently kissed me. It astounded me. I was newly divorced, and had honestly not realized that I needed to be kissed as much as I needed to be spanked. (Maybe even more so) The relationship continued with disciplinary spanks and gentle kisses and nothing more for quite some time. It was so perfect for me. I would write and tell him how the experience was for me after most sessions. Sir used my words to develop our disciplinary sessions. That was six years ago. I am graduated now, from school, from discipline only to erotic spankings too, and from kisses to love making. It has been a slow and steady progression, and a whole lot of fun. His firm voice and hand are an essential element in keeping me well grounded and focused on my work. His kisses and love are intoxicating.

Master Enigma: I was in the Army in Okinawa and stumbled, literally, into a club that had some BDSM action happening. I sat and watched. Later, a lovely female approached me and asked if I was interested in anything. I was clueless so I said sure and ended up getting spanked. It was not a big thrill and I was told that I asked too many questions! But it did open my mind to this whole realm. Now I spank, and I am never spanked. But I still recall exactly what my spanking Mistress looked like and how it felt.

Pandora: It took me many years before I decided to turn my spanking fantasy into reality. My biggest fear before that first spanking was that the real thing would be a disappointment. That is something that can easily happen with fantasies.

Imagine my pleasure when I went to bed that night with my hot bottom knowing that my first real spanking wasn't the end of my fantasy. It was only the beginning and more than I could have imagined.

Danielle: My first spanking was a disaster. It took place a few decades ago. I don't even remember the exact time or place. My husband was/is a REAL spanker, being interested since childhood. I loathed spankings until last year. In March, 2005, I took note of spanking blogs on the Internet. These blogs convinced me to change my mind. At first, I became curious and began reading everything. Later, I became a willing spankee. Now I can give a spanking myself if I think my husband needs it.

Paul: It was our second date. Mel was a lovely girl and I was half in love with her already. When we met, she had a really naughty look in her eye. Right from the word go, she started to push my buttons. I really warmed her butt, then I asked her to marry me. She said yes, and we never looked back.

Rose: My first adult spanking was a year ago this past February. It was right on the heels of a year of celibacy following my cancer surgery. My sweet Sean introduced me to the world of spanking and D/s. It was a simple, over the knee spanking with only his hand. But it hurt enough for the first time. The thing I noticed as Sean spanked was that I was getting so wet and excited by the spanking. He'd stop his spanking to finger my pussy and clit. I was in heaven, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain mixed. He fucked me afterward. I found myself wanting more, much more, of this mixture of pain/pleasure and the intense feelings the spanking brought up. I was totally hooked. He was gentle, patient and pushed my limits just a tad that first night. That first spanking opened up a whole new world of sensuality for me. Since then, while I'm not with Sean any more, my arsenal of spanking implements has grown as has my desire for more intense spankings. Luckily, sweet Jefferson is more than willing to oblige my wants. Such a sweet dom!

Padme: I was sixteen when I got my first adult spanking. I was still a virgin. My boyfriend at the time and I were horsing around playing ping pong and he teased about giving me a spanking. I dared him and so he did. It definitely set the stage for further spankings. I never forgot that experience and how turned on I got over it. I finally got up the courage to tell Master Anakin about it many years later and we began our journey of spankings. :)

Tigger: This question makes me smile because my first spanking was nothing like ones my hubby gives me now. Back when he first started spanking me, we were both too new to the concept. That first spanking was nothing more than some very light pats on my bottom in between more intimate touching while I was draped over his knee.

When my hubby and I talk about that first spanking, it makes us both smile to think how much we didn't know about spanking. But we also smile because we know that that first spanking was the beginning of something incredible!

DykeGrrl: I posted a response over at my blog, Breathing In and Breathing Out.

Bonnie: My first time was with a boyfriend in high school. After weeks of futile hints, I flat out asked him to spank me. He eventually did, but it was not a particularly positive experience. This guy was unable to comprehend how a spanking could be erotic. I, on the other hand, had fantasized for years about that very topic. Had we been more mature, we might have been able to talk through our differences, but we weren’t and we didn’t.

I would much rather share the story of my first spanking with Randy. That milestone was definitely the beginning of something wonderful.

Linda: Since I was about 18 or so I have known I am sexually turned on by spanking and dominance. I accidentally ran across a “spanking magazine” and read a story about a young woman being spanked and made love to by her “Dom”. It turned me on so much that I read that story over and over again until I had almost memorized it. By the time I met my husband and married him, I had done as much reading on the subject as I could at that time (1982). I found many other forms of spanking and dominance also turned me on. Somehow, I just knew this little kink of mine was not a good thing and most people would never understand. So I decided very early on that I would just have to keep this little dirty secret to myself. And I did until…

One night about six months after my husband and I were married, we were lying in bed and talking after spending a long time making love. He pulled me close to him and looked me in the eyes.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

This was a normal routine for us, since we were young and still learning. I guess he too had insecurities that needed to be addressed, thus he asked me about my thoughts on a regular basis. As usual with me, I was afraid to actually admit that I was thinking that sex would be a whole lot better had he taken me over his lap and spanked me slowly and sensually until my bottom was red all over and hot to the touch. Instead, I answered that question as I always had.

“Nothing, just enjoying the afterglow.”

At this point, he would smile and hug me close to him and we would usually go to sleep, with me lying on his chest and his body wrapped around mine. This night, however, was not going to be the same for either of us again. He sighed heavily.

“Are you sure that’s what’s on your mind “little one?”

Those words made my stomach flutter and my sex started to throb and began to get really hot. I looked at him, studying his expression. His deep blue eyes stared a hole through me, yet he was slightly grinning at me. I looked at him for a long time before finally asking,

“What would make you ask me that again?”

He sighed again and pulled me even closer and whispered in my ear, “I think I know a naughty little girl who may need her ass spanked for not being honest with me.”

I was so stunned at his words, I actually jumped off the bed and stood there, literally shaking and staring at him. I couldn’t talk. My mouth was dry and my throat was totally constricted. His eyes began to sparkle and he broke out into a huge smile as he reached under the bed and pulled out my “collection” of books, magazines and pictures I had cut out of magazines of different spanking implements. I was so totally shocked. I felt my knees knocking and my legs become too weak to hold me up. I fell to the floor on my knees. I could feel the embarrassment flood throughout me as my whole body blushed profusely. The entire time, I asked myself how in the hell he found the box. It had been hidden back in our guest room closet where I keep the extra blankets and junk I don’t want anyone to see. My hubby had been quite busy it seems and had actually taken the time to read my material and do a little research of his own. He had decided when the time was right he would let me know. As always with this man, he took his time and made sure he fully understood. He reached over and wiped the stray lock of hair that had fallen over my eye, wrapping it around my ear. He then moved to the floor where I was kneeling and sat beside me. He held me tightly to his chest and then began to speak. He turned my face so that I was looking into his eyes.

“Baby doll” (That’s the nickname he has always used for me). “Why didn’t you tell me you were into spanking and D/s?”

I was still unable to speak and leaned my head on his shoulder. He pulled me back and made me look directly into his eyes. I saw nothing but love, and a whole lot of lust. Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally did open up and told him how turned on I get from spanking and dominance. He, in turn, opened up to me, letting me know he had never given it any thought until he stumbled across my “secret box.” He expressed a sincere desire to indulge both of us in this little kink of mine and had come up with all sorts of ideas he would like to try as well. We began our little journey that night as he pulled us both up off of the floor together and slowly turned me over his lap. He ever so lovingly spanked me until I was begging him to make love to me again. Needless to say, we slept maybe two hours that night. Nine months later our first beautiful little boy came into this world.

Thanks, everyone! Let’s do this again next week.

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