Muriel and her spanking experience- Part 1
My name is Muriel …..a rather and old fashioned name I know. This is my story of how I was lead into a strange life of sexual activity. One that currently full of painful exploits and came about through a fantasy that was share with my best friend. It is the beginnings of a secret life I now lead.
Jeanette, my friend and I are both nurses in the NHS…..same hospital but different departments. She’s married to Mark, a tall black architect…. They have no c***dren. We’re both in our thirties. I’ve never been married, always preferring a single life. We have often gone out socially together ,sometimes with Mark….. who occasionally would bring a friend, named Peter. I must confessed to not being particularly attracted to Peter, strange, quiet bloke but we got on well enough. I have had fairly mundane relationships in the past but nothing that have lasted.
I should say at this point that I am sexually active but have only to often been disappointed with lovers with a vanilla approach to sex. I’m not unattractive but would be the first to admit that I am what others might describe as plain. Though slim, I’m short with a full bottom and what I would be describe as banana breasts with prominent nipples….. past boyfriends have appreciated their full 36 inches, I have short mousy hair. I must confess that I’ve kept my style of clothing including undies on the side of conservative but I’ve not had any complaints from lovers. I can be a little shy and reserved until you get to know me.
Jeanette on the other hand was completely different. Outgoing and attractive. Tall and exhibiting a slim attractive body with exceptionally large breasts, long legs and the perfect bottom. Everyone loved her and were instantly drawn to her. I must confess that I sometimes felt a little inadequate when compare to her but she was a true friend. She never let me dwell on that and involve me in everything when we were out.
Saturday night started like many others, drinks at her house , a taxi into town and after too much alcohol returning to her house where I would normally stay overnight. But as it turned out it would be a night that would change everything. I’m not quite sure how it happened but the chat turned to sex and fantasies. Well, to be exact my fantasy. One that I had never ever shared with anyone before. One that I had me wet just imagining it…..I desire to be spanked. I’d tried self spanking and encouraging playful spanking in other love making but no-one had ever taken the hint. In the quietness of Jeanette’s kitchen I explained my need to be spanked. I had no idea why I had this need but it all came out. I was expecting Jeanette t be horrified or to close the conversation down but no she had only encouragement and understanding. With that and without hesitation She took a firm hold of my wrist and pulled me giggling though to the sitting room. Sat down and pulled me over her knee and playfully spanked me back side. At first through my dress but as the strikes grew harder she pulled my dress up exposing my tights, panties and full bottom. She stopped and with a giggle asked if I wanted more? Of course I did. My bottom had a warm glow about it. I was hurting but I was loving it with every strike of her hand. She stopped again…..She asked if she continue. I was wet and craving for it I blurted out ‘Yes!! Pull down your tights and knickers in a more forceful tone this time. Without hesitation and like the slut I was becoming I obeyed before settling back across her knee. Her warm clammy hand moved over my glowing buttocks and wet cunt before crashing down once again on my bottom. I was in heaven but a sudden realisation that I didn’t know was Jeanette’s husband Mark was in the house. The question was answered by a key turning in the lock of the front door, I jumped up, pulled my dress down and sat down next to Jeanette and waited in expectation. Mark popped his head around and had a conversation with his wife about the night out I took the opportunity to give my excuses and slipped off to bed without looking anyone in the eye.
I slept well that night…..still nursing a warm bottom but not before reliving the whole thing in my mind as a fingered myself to a satisfying conclusion.
Mark and Jeanette were already up and talking in the kitchen when I came downstairs. I wasn’t quite sure how Jeanette would reaction to the previous evening but I needn’t have worry. Jeanette was her usual self. However, that was to change towards the end of breakfast when Mark mentioned that Jeanette had shared the spanking experience with him. I went completely red with embarrass but before I could sputter out anything Mark smiled and reassured me my secret was safe with him and that they often had spanking sessions He nodded to Jeanette who obediently stood up, opened her dressing gown before letting it drop to the floor. Wow what a body. There was the slow realisation that I had only seen her in bra and panties before but now she was naked and now I saw why. Now with her large pendulous tits bared it revealed her nipples were pierced with large thick steel rings. Her legs stretching up to a completely bald cunt and with similar multiple piercings.
I was astonished and felt a little sheepish. I want to stare, I wanted to ask questions but in athat instance she was instructed to take her position. Without hesitation she walked over to the table and bent over. She position her fanastic arse with her legs slightly apart revealing more rings and a jewel in her arse. He walked over to her and ran his hand over her cheeks. She arched her back, and in doing so pushed out her bottom. He delivered six very hard slaps across the cheeks. She made no sound. After which she stood up smiled at me, put her dressing gown back on and asked if I wanted any more coffee as if nothing had just happened. Mark sat down and explained they share a very hard bdsm life and had done for many years and if I was happy to then He would provide the same spanking service for me. This was crossing boundaries, These were people I had known for years but clearly didn’t really know!! Before I answered I explained my worries and they were both quick to reassure me that nothing during our normal meetings would change but on the occasions we meet to administer a spanking that would be dealt with in a different way. We spoke for a little while before curiosity and a wet cunt persuade me to take a chance. Mark asked whether I wanted to experience a spanking from him….. ... the journey had begun.
Jeanette, my friend and I are both nurses in the NHS…..same hospital but different departments. She’s married to Mark, a tall black architect…. They have no c***dren. We’re both in our thirties. I’ve never been married, always preferring a single life. We have often gone out socially together ,sometimes with Mark….. who occasionally would bring a friend, named Peter. I must confessed to not being particularly attracted to Peter, strange, quiet bloke but we got on well enough. I have had fairly mundane relationships in the past but nothing that have lasted.
I should say at this point that I am sexually active but have only to often been disappointed with lovers with a vanilla approach to sex. I’m not unattractive but would be the first to admit that I am what others might describe as plain. Though slim, I’m short with a full bottom and what I would be describe as banana breasts with prominent nipples….. past boyfriends have appreciated their full 36 inches, I have short mousy hair. I must confess that I’ve kept my style of clothing including undies on the side of conservative but I’ve not had any complaints from lovers. I can be a little shy and reserved until you get to know me.
Jeanette on the other hand was completely different. Outgoing and attractive. Tall and exhibiting a slim attractive body with exceptionally large breasts, long legs and the perfect bottom. Everyone loved her and were instantly drawn to her. I must confess that I sometimes felt a little inadequate when compare to her but she was a true friend. She never let me dwell on that and involve me in everything when we were out.
Saturday night started like many others, drinks at her house , a taxi into town and after too much alcohol returning to her house where I would normally stay overnight. But as it turned out it would be a night that would change everything. I’m not quite sure how it happened but the chat turned to sex and fantasies. Well, to be exact my fantasy. One that I had never ever shared with anyone before. One that I had me wet just imagining it…..I desire to be spanked. I’d tried self spanking and encouraging playful spanking in other love making but no-one had ever taken the hint. In the quietness of Jeanette’s kitchen I explained my need to be spanked. I had no idea why I had this need but it all came out. I was expecting Jeanette t be horrified or to close the conversation down but no she had only encouragement and understanding. With that and without hesitation She took a firm hold of my wrist and pulled me giggling though to the sitting room. Sat down and pulled me over her knee and playfully spanked me back side. At first through my dress but as the strikes grew harder she pulled my dress up exposing my tights, panties and full bottom. She stopped and with a giggle asked if I wanted more? Of course I did. My bottom had a warm glow about it. I was hurting but I was loving it with every strike of her hand. She stopped again…..She asked if she continue. I was wet and craving for it I blurted out ‘Yes!! Pull down your tights and knickers in a more forceful tone this time. Without hesitation and like the slut I was becoming I obeyed before settling back across her knee. Her warm clammy hand moved over my glowing buttocks and wet cunt before crashing down once again on my bottom. I was in heaven but a sudden realisation that I didn’t know was Jeanette’s husband Mark was in the house. The question was answered by a key turning in the lock of the front door, I jumped up, pulled my dress down and sat down next to Jeanette and waited in expectation. Mark popped his head around and had a conversation with his wife about the night out I took the opportunity to give my excuses and slipped off to bed without looking anyone in the eye.
I slept well that night…..still nursing a warm bottom but not before reliving the whole thing in my mind as a fingered myself to a satisfying conclusion.
Mark and Jeanette were already up and talking in the kitchen when I came downstairs. I wasn’t quite sure how Jeanette would reaction to the previous evening but I needn’t have worry. Jeanette was her usual self. However, that was to change towards the end of breakfast when Mark mentioned that Jeanette had shared the spanking experience with him. I went completely red with embarrass but before I could sputter out anything Mark smiled and reassured me my secret was safe with him and that they often had spanking sessions He nodded to Jeanette who obediently stood up, opened her dressing gown before letting it drop to the floor. Wow what a body. There was the slow realisation that I had only seen her in bra and panties before but now she was naked and now I saw why. Now with her large pendulous tits bared it revealed her nipples were pierced with large thick steel rings. Her legs stretching up to a completely bald cunt and with similar multiple piercings.
I was astonished and felt a little sheepish. I want to stare, I wanted to ask questions but in athat instance she was instructed to take her position. Without hesitation she walked over to the table and bent over. She position her fanastic arse with her legs slightly apart revealing more rings and a jewel in her arse. He walked over to her and ran his hand over her cheeks. She arched her back, and in doing so pushed out her bottom. He delivered six very hard slaps across the cheeks. She made no sound. After which she stood up smiled at me, put her dressing gown back on and asked if I wanted any more coffee as if nothing had just happened. Mark sat down and explained they share a very hard bdsm life and had done for many years and if I was happy to then He would provide the same spanking service for me. This was crossing boundaries, These were people I had known for years but clearly didn’t really know!! Before I answered I explained my worries and they were both quick to reassure me that nothing during our normal meetings would change but on the occasions we meet to administer a spanking that would be dealt with in a different way. We spoke for a little while before curiosity and a wet cunt persuade me to take a chance. Mark asked whether I wanted to experience a spanking from him….. ... the journey had begun.
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