by John Chard
My name is Tom. I'm 35 years-old. Like most men my age I've been around the block a few times with the fairer sex: high school, college, a five year stint in the navy. I finally settled into a fairly conventional career in the telecommunications industry. I had at various times during that journey shared my life with a number of women of different types, some on a long term basis, some short; and like most men probably, I was actually naive enough to think that after all that, women couldn't surprise me anymore. That's when Kelly-Ann Flynn came into my life.
We met during a party at the house of a mutual friend and clicked from the first moment. It was one of those rare times when the conversation was so engaging that I didn't really start to notice her looks until we were well into our talk. Six years my junior she was of average height with beautiful red hair worn in a shoulder-length bob. She had fair skin and green eyes and she was just a little plump for her frame, but it was arranged quite nicely - 'all buns and boobs', to use her own words. That was a typical female exaggeration of course. The overall effect was very pleasing to the eye. Well, to the male eye anyway.
We started dating. Things went well as the relationship progressed through the usual stages. We learned all about each other. The mundane things. She was from a large Irish-American family - four brothers, three sisters, she was the next to youngest. Eventually the intimate subjects were discussed, all of our little secrets, or so I thought at the time.
Before I knew it, five months had gone by and things couldn't be better. We had survived our first out of town trip together, a big milestone for any couple. 'I love you' was regularly exchanged. Sleepovers were now common, usually at my place where a number of feminine products had taken up residence in my bathroom. Not that I was complaining. She really was one heck of a girl. I'm not just talking about the physical stuff either, though like so many apple pie, wholesome, girl next door types, she was a real tiger in the sack.
No, the thing I really love about Kelly-Ann is that she has heart. Do you know what that means, heart? It means she would rather die than let down a friend in need. It means that she won't back down when she's sure that she's right. It means she would move heaven and earth to keep a commitment. It means that no matter how outmatched she might be she's always in there swinging with everything she's got.
I like heart. Heart is important. I stress that point because I want you all to understand that Kelly-Ann is not some simpering, mush-pot of a girl who wants the man in her life to make all of her decisions for her and tell her what to do. No-one who knows her would ever describe her as submissive. That's why the incident I'm about to share with you was such a surprise to me.
It happened on a rainy Saturday not too long ago. Kelly-Ann and I had spent the day cuddling on the couch, watching rented movies and eating junk food. It was because of this little ritual of ours that Kelly-Ann loved rainy weekends.
On this particular day however, she was strangely restless. She kept getting up, moving about the room, and straightening nick knacks. I knew her well enough to know it meant something was on her mind. I also knew that if I gave her some space she would eventually tell me what it was. She finally settled back down on the couch and snuggled up to me.
"Tom," she said.
"What is it sweetheart?"
"I need to ask you something."
"You know you can ask me anything," I assured her.
"Actually it's something I want you to do," she said.
She was beating around the bush. It was very unlike her. "You know I'd do anything for you," I told her.
"Do you love me?" she asked, dramatically.
"You know I do." I was starting to get worried. If she needed that kind of reassurance it must be something big.
"I love you too."
God, what did she want me to do? Kill somebody? "What is it you want me to do, sweetheart?"
"It's something I've thought about for a long time. Since I was a kid really. I've never told anyone before. Not even my closest girlfriends."
"Please tell me."
She shifted nervously on the couch. "This is going to seem pretty weird. Whatever you do, you have to promise me you won't laugh. I'll die if you laugh," she said melodramatically.
I relaxed a little. If it might make me laugh it couldn't be too bad. "I promise I won't laugh," I assured her.
"If you don't want to do it just tell me and I'll never mention it again."
"Kelly-Ann," I said, looking directly into her green eyes. "Please tell me what you want me to do."
She held my gaze and took a deep breath. "I want you to give me a spanking," she said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth a furious blush colored her face and she looked down at the couch.
"So you need a spanking, do you? Have you been a naughty little school girl?" I asked, thinking she was initiating some mildly kinky sex play. I could understand how she might be embarrassed, but I was greatly relieved that that was all she wanted.
"Tom, please!" she was looking me in the eye again and now there was real resolve in her gaze.
Having finally spit it out she was determined to go all the way with it. This was the Kelly-Ann I knew and loved. This was the Kelly-Ann who would charge hell with a bucket of water.
"It's very important that you understand what I'm asking. I'm not talking about some silly little slap and tickle, play spanking."
Now it was my turn to squirm uncomfortably. "Okay, what exactly are we talking about? I want to understand."
She took a deep breath and looked me squarely in the eye. "I want you to take me into the bedroom, bare my bottom, turn me over your knee and get a good tight grip on me. Then, I want you to give me a real, old fashioned, no kidding, spanking!" There was an unmistakably carnal look in those green eyes now. Coupled with this strange dramatic request, well, let's just say she had my undivided attention.
I swallowed hard. "I suppose you've considered the fact that a spanking like that's going to hurt?" I could feel myself starting to perspire. I had never spanked anyone before, but I couldn't help picturing her plump, firm, white fanny cheeks over my knee ready for a good smacking.
"I'm sure it will. At least if you do it right. That's why it's important that you understand what I want. Like I said, I've been thinking about this since I was a kid. Heck, I've probably needed it that long, but you're the first person I've ever trusted enough to actually do it. I have to know that you're going to do it right; that you'll do it like you really mean it. It can't be a joke, Tom. I'm talking about a real, old fashioned trip to the woodshed. If you can't do that please tell me now. I won't ask again. I promise. I know you probably think I'm crazy now as it is."
I didn't think she was crazy. I mean I knew about spankings. That is to say, I knew some people used spankings as a form of foreplay. I had after all spent five years in the Navy, and during that time I had become convinced that it was, hands down, the most perversion prone of all the services. There was very little I hadn't at least heard of.
I was surprised though. I had never had any inkling that Kelly-Ann harbored such desires. I had always supposed that girls who liked to be spanked were shy, submissive types. Well it was clearly important to her that I understand, so I decided that I'd better get more back-story out of her before we took another step forward. "Is it that you're feeling guilty about something? I mean I know spankings are a turn on for a lot of people, but this sounds like were talking about a real punishment. I'm trying to understand, but I need a little more to go on, sweetheart."
"I know its confusing, Tom. I'm not even sure I understand it myself and I know you're probably shocked, but to answer your question, well, yes and no. I mean yes there is a reason I think I really deserve one now, but no it's not just about punishment. The thought of it really happening does excite me in some strange way."
"And you say you've felt that way since you were a kid?" I asked, stroking her hair. She liked to have her hair stroked or brushed. It always helped her relax.
"Yep. You see we never got spanked in my house. My parents didn't believe in it. Some of my friends did though and whenever they would talk about it I'd get this funny tingling in the tummy feeling. I didn't know about sex then, but I knew it excited me. I don't know why. I never have." She snuggled closer to me and rested her head on my chest as she continued her narrative. "When I got older, old enough to have those kinds of feelings, it finally started to make sense. I'd see an old movie or T.V. show where a grown girl would get spanked by her husband or boyfriend and I knew exactly what it was doing to me. I'd look at those scenes and think, 'Yes, that's what I want'."
"So you've never really been spanked?"
"Nope," she admitted.
"Not even a little birthday spanking from a boyfriend?"
"No, but it wasn't for lack of trying. I just couldn't seem to find anyone who would take the hint."
I hugged her tighter and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "And you really think you want me to do this?"
"Yes," she said. There was a delightful little quiver in her voice. "Tom, please understand - you're the only person I've ever even trusted enough to tell, little alone do it for me."
"And you say there's a reason you think you really deserve one now?" I prompted.
"Yes. You see, I knew once things started to get serious between us that I would have to tell you about this spanking thing. Well I made up my mind that if I went as far as telling you, I wouldn't do it half way. I mean you know how I am," she said, with a rueful little smile. I did, indeed, know how she was. Kelly-Ann had a habit of jumping into new ventures with both feet. "I made myself a promise that if I went through with this I'd take a real, no kidding spanking and I'd take it right on my bare fanny. If I was going to do that I wanted it to count for something. I wanted to really deserve it. So I just decided to let fate pick the time. That is, I decided if I was ever in a situation where I really felt like I had it coming, that's when I'd tell you all of this," she said. She sat up and looked me in the eye. "Can you understand that?"
"I'm still waiting to hear what you did, young lady." I put some edge in my voice. At this point I had decided that I was definitely going to do this and I wanted to start getting into character.
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