#604) Sex with a Stranger

A true story from long ago. I was back living at home for the semester break during my first year away at college. I was still a virgin, coming to grips with the fact that I was a freak who wanted to get her bottom spanked just as much as she wanted to get her cherry popped. It was a Sunday morning and my parents were at church. I was in front of their computer, a big huge monstrosity of a thing. I got the brilliantly wicked idea to search “adult spanking photos” and this image shown above came up first. It literally took my breath away, I found myself struggling to get air into my lungs. It literally made my pants wet, I struggled to wriggle out of the tight restraint of my blue jeans and the chastity preserving underwear. (Up to this point, I’d only let boys finger my pussy on dates, and then only through the crotch of my panties.) I had to touch myself! With my pants down, I waddled to the kitchen to get a dish towel to put on the cushion of the computer chair to absorb my leaking arousal. Then I sat my ass down and parted my pussy with both hands and dove in to diddling. My eyes danced over her image, going from her upturned bared and blushing bottom to her sparkling eyes and tear-glistening lashes. The pretty model had just been spanked and she was smiling and giddy from it! She was a sister-spanko; there were others in this world just like me!
It all proved too much. My fingertips attacked my clitoris as my mind reeled with its overload of information and I came. It was the single most sweet orgasm of my inexperienced life because it was the first climax in the new chapter in my life. I wasn’t alone in wanting to be spanked, I would never be alone because the Internet held a whole wealth of spanking smut to explore. The first climax waned and I sensed an even bigger one building inside me. I stood up in front of the computer and continued to jill-off with my right hand while I awkwardly spanked myself with my left. I came again, so severely it buckled my knees and I found myself sitting again, gushing and clenching and moaning and feeling so euphoric.
I felt like a different person afterwards. I felt like a complete woman who now knew what her lower half was for, I felt like an unredeemable sinner who had discovered an alternate God to worship, I felt like an addict who had discovered her drug of choice. I scampered (as much as those tight jeans down around my knees would let me) to get another dishtowel to wipe-up the sticky mess. I hurried to delete the search history from the ancient computer. I collected all my dirty clothes to do a load of laundry with the soiled towels and wet pants to erase the evidence of my dirty deed. Try as I might, I couldn’t get all of my jism out of the computer chair’s cushion, however, so I just turned it over to hide the incriminating wet spot.


The grandfather clock was chiming noon, I was pulling on a fresh pair of clean underwear and a pretty print skirt as my folks pulled into the driveway.
“Good morning, Mother!” I greeted her cheerily was she came through the door.
“Morning,” she returned, then looked at my face more closely. “Is it just being well-rested, or do you have a new beauty regimen? You’re looking lovely, your face absolutely glows!”
“Thank you!” I replied, half-wishing that I could tell her the truth. The other part of me loved having a new secret, a dirty secret, a sexual secret.

I have a friend (who is about my age, in her thirties) who still lives at home. She confessed to me that she still gets bare-bottom spankings from her stepfather when needed. She further confessed that her mother also gets her bottom warmed in the same way. When I heard my friend’s secret, it turned me on so much! I fantasized about sharing the bond with my own mother that at any moment, we each (separately or simultaneously) might be called upon to submit to “Daddy’s treatment.” I confess that I masturbated to this image. But I think my secret is even richer. There is a woman out there who I loved passionately, who I climaxed to more times than I can count, and I don’t know her name, don’t know the first thing about her except that she got spanked and she liked it. The anonymous woman pictured above was my first intimate partner. We’d meet on the sly just as often as I could, and she’d get me off.

2 responses to “#604) Sex with a Stranger”

  1. A woman in her 30’s still spanked bare-bottom, not by her father, but her stepfather? And her mom, too!

    If it’s not abuse, I’m guessing it is because she likes it. Ever ask her?

    A.J.

    PS: Fun story. And I’ve been there, too. (But with a penis.)

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    • It’s not abuse, A.J., they have one kinky household and she is one of the sexiest women I know (takes one to know one).
      Our libidos get us in so much trouble! But it’s so fucking fun!
      Warmly,
      JM

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