You know who you are (Part 1)
Disclaimer: This story deals with the subject of spanking,
specifically adult male spanking adult female. It may
also deal with sex in that context. May, as the story is not
written yet. Those who are bent this way (no pun intended)
will recognise the fantasy. For those of you who are easily
or deeply offended at written images of playful fantasy
that might suggest nonconsensual female subjugation
or the horror of domestic violence, you’re far better
to find another story with which to whet your prurient interests.
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It was inevitable.
She’d scanned the personals from time to time, in a
vicarious fashion, never intending she’d actually
respond to one of the ads. Most of the ads seemed to be from
desperate net dweebs or horny net geeks. And she’d
heard and read the stories, in the office and on the web.
She sat there sipping her mocha, scrolling down the page,
occasionally stopping and clicking to read yet another
ad.
She clicked once more, and another page came into view.
She scolled.
A title caught her eye.
“A Little Discipline”
She clicked the link out of curiousity.
A moment later the ad appeared. No picture.
She scanned the narrative, and then blushed to herself.
“So, he likes spanking?”
Nothing more was disclosed in the ad. Only that he was reasonable
good looking, middle aged, and seemed to have quite a vocabulary
and wrote quite well, meaning he was probably at least quite
intelligent, if not educated.
She again sipped her mocha. The ad ended with one sentence.
“You know who you are.”
She stared at the screen for a moment.
In another moment, she pulled her robe a little tighter
around her and a gave a little shiver. She didn’t feel
cold.
later, she lay there in the darkness, going over the days
events, and her plans for tomorrow. Since her divorce a
number of years ago, she found a certain solace in being
able to make her own plans and make her own way. Still, at
times, she yearned for someone to share the responsibilities,
someone to take over some times, someone she could, once
again, trust. Someone…
She turned and closed her eyes. Her mind wandered to some
of the men she knew. So few really held any attraction for
her, though several were quite “nice”. She
took a deep breath and sighed.
“You know who you are.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
Her heart pounded. Sometimes she wished there was that
one person who really knew who she was.
But, did someone, indeed, “Know who she was”?
No, of course not. Other than hackers and phreaks, the internet
was anonymous. Besides, never ever in her life had she talked
to anyone about her deep dark thoughts, that only she herself
would allow to come to her in the middle of the night.
She was never sure where they had come from, only that at
some point in her early adulthood, it sprang forth from
inside her, the first time she had seen the movie McClintock,
starring John Wayne and Maureen O’hara. It was during
that movie that something came alive inside her, when John
Wayne had suggested to the younger man that his wife needed
a spanking.
Over the years, her thoughts had wandered, and the fantasy
grown. Sometimes the thoughts came out of nowhere, nearly
overcoming her in their intensity, and vividness.
Sometimes it was the sight of a particular mans hands. Hands
were, and had always been important to her.
Other times, such as during her marriage, it was the disapproving
look in her husbands eye, or the way he pulled his belt from
it’s loops, in the bedroom, as he was undressing.
Once, when she had really messed up the household finances,
she’d asked him to spank her. That was the end of it.
He simply looked at her as if she were daffy, and never said
another word about it.
The next evening, she got online again. After checking
email and responding to her sister, she logged into the
personals site once more.
Immediately she began searching for the ad she’d read
the night before.
There. There it was.
She read it again. “Harmless enough, I guess, “
she said to herself.
She clicked on the respond button. She took a deep breath.
What should she say?
A moment later her fingers were flying. “Your ad is
interesting. I’d like you to share a few of your thoughts
on the topic of interest. Naturally, a woman has to be a bit
skeptical of such ads, so don’t even think I’m
going to meet you any time soon. But… until yesterday,
I was sure I was the only person in the world who thought about
such thing. Look forward.”
End of part 1…..
