I got this idea from a conversation with padme on Twitter today. We were talking about our first adult spankings and telling our stories (as much as one can in 140 characters). It made me decide to tell the story of mine as my blog post tonight and hope that some of you might join in either here or on your own blogs.
My first adult spanking happened in 1997. Although Paul and I had met online and were talking every day on the phone, we hadn’t met in person yet as he still lived in Scotland while I was living on my university campus in Los Angeles. We’d said we loved each other and wanted to spend time together with Paul talking about coming over to visit me. Neither of us had any experience of spanking as adults (and what I had from childhood wasn’t something I wanted to repeat). It seems impossible now, but at the time I was afraid I would freak out or flash back to darkness of childhood abuse or in other ways not have a good experience. When I talked about this with a friend, she and I came up with a plan where I would play with an experienced friend when the stakes didn’t feel as fraught as they were with Paul.
I was very fortunate to have just that opportunity. You see, at one point I’d accidently sent email to a friend (Fireman Chris), from my university rather than my kink email address only to discover that he was a student at the same university. He’s younger than me but had experience playing with different people and had very kindly (and without any pressure) offered to meet and play with me if I wanted. With what seems now a ridiculous amount of trepidation we set a date for him to visit me in my dorm room. The plan was that he’d spank me and then we’d go out to dinner.
This is exactly what happened. The first time wasn’t long and it wasn’t hard. It was a gentle but firm handspanking and a perfect introduction to adult consensual spanking. It left me dizzy with desire to do it again, something I told him with some embarrassment afterwards over dinner. Chris spanked me many times after that over the next couple of years (and a few times more recently too!) sometimes in my dorm room, sometimes in the backseat of his truck. I even got to spank him too. But I’ve always been incredibly grateful I got such a perfect patient introduction to adult spanking. Thank you Chris!