Sent For A Spanking
The thought of being sent for a spanking had never occurred to me before. I had never considered myself to be a bad girl, even though I was known to be a bit of an exhibitionist and personally enjoyed engaging in role-playing. I was a college student living in a city full of secrets and surprises. When I received an invitation from a mysterious and attractive stranger to attend a private party, I was more than a little intrigued.
I arrived at the enigmatic address, finding a private residence teeming with guests and servers. Everyone was dressed elaborately and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was greeted by my acquaintance, a tall and handsome gentleman, and he asked me if I was ready for a night of fun. I quickly nodded yes and he led me to a back room of the home.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I stepped inside. The walls were painted with a deep, dark red and lit with candles, casting an intimate and alluring atmosphere throughout the room. In the corner were handcuffs and other kinky items I had only read about in stories and novels. In the middle of the room was a large leather spanking bench. I felt a chill run down my spine and I shivered in anticipation of what was to come.
My charming acquaintance then explained what was going to happen. He was going to tie me up, spank me, and have his way with me. I was so aroused by the thought of being taken and used by someone that I offered no resistance. I was completely aroused and ready to experience the sensations the spanking was going to bring.
He expertly cuffed my wrists and ankles, thoroughly restricting any movement I could make. I was completely open and vulnerable to him and I felt a deep thrill running through me. He then began to lightly spank my bottom with a leather paddle, each slap sending a new wave of pleasure through my body. As he increased the intensity of his strikes, I could feel a pleasure building deep within me, a sensation I had never felt before.
As he continued to dominate my body with his hands and the paddle, I felt my hands tingle and my body succumb to his ministrations. Every slap seemed to bring with it a new wave of pleasure, until my body was awash in sensation and I could feel my arousal mounting to new heights. By the time he reached the end of the session, I was in a state of bliss and my bottom was aching and tingling.
When my session was over, I felt a deep satisfaction deep within me. I had received exactly what I had wanted, and more. I had been spanked and given pleasure in ways I had never imagined before. I thanked my host and left the premises, my bottom still pulsing with pleasure and my head spinning with new and exciting thoughts.
As the days passed, I found myself craving more of the same. I started to make regular trips to the same residence, seeking out the same gentleman, and spending more time in the back room. Each time I visited, he had a new surprise for me, from different toys and methods of restraint to changing the intensity of the spanking in order to give me the most pleasure.
Every visit I made to the residence for a spanking was an intense and powerful experience. I would leave each time feeling refreshed, my body still tingly from the pleasure he had given me. I felt in control of my own pleasure and I was becoming more and more confident in the bedroom with my own desires.
I eventually started to explore other aspects of the kink lifestyle, from attending fetish clubs and meet-ups to engaging in role-play with strangers. Through it all I kept coming back to the residence, and my regular visits meant that I could always rely on being given the spanking I craved. I had been sent for a spanking, and I wasn’t disappointed.