From: d123sr@aol.com (D123SR) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: The Spanker (MM/F) Date: 11 Jun 1996 19:04:43 -0400 D123SR@aol.com The following account is a fiction story to read by those over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to actual characters, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Reproduction for commercial gain without the permission of the author is prohibited. The Spanker... As do many of my clients, I lead a double life. By day I am a high priced trial attorney. It gives me great satisfaction to figuratively have my opponent's pants down around his, or her, ankles for the administering of a legal spanking in open court. By night, I am a well paid administrator of discipline. While my clients pay, and pay a lot, it is the tremendous rush I get from paddling squirming bare rear ends that really keeps me going. My first customers started out as a joke. A good friend and his wife had invited me over for dinner. After eating as we sat around and talked various sexually interests came up in conversation. It was his wife who said, jokingly at the time I thought, "while I'd be embarrassed out of my mind, I'd love to be tied up, and spanked while my husband watched." After a couple of more drinks my buddy slipped me a C-note and said let's make her fantasy come true. Before I knew it we had her naked and bound across the bed. He placed a pillow under her stomach, handed me a hair brush and pointing to her naked bottom said, "have at it." I don't remember if I landed twenty or fifty blows on her behind but it turned pink in a hurry. Watching both her reaction and that of my friend I knew they were both too turned on for words. While they were up for this bit of kinkiness, they were no swingers. As such, and knowing that a third wheel is seldom welcomed I kissed her bare buns, shook hands with my friend and quickly left. Needless to say I had to take care of my own needs in the car on the way home as it had been extreme turn on for me as well. I'm glad it was late and the Porsche's windows are tinted. But from that activity I started thinking maybe there were others who would pay for the same service. So I placed an ad in a small alternative lifestyle newspaper. It read simply "Professional Spanker - put some zing in your relationship - COUPLES ONLY." Then I went out and bought a wide collection of paddles, brushes, riding crops, and soft leather restraints. Within a week I had two more appointments. I let the ad run for a month, and then word of mouth took over. After six months I have a regular customer base of twenty-five different couples. Some I see weekly, others on a monthly basis. They range in age from early twenties to late sixties. In most cases it is the wife who is on the receiving end of my visits. Though, there are some couples who both get paddled; and some who alternate. To each his/her own is my motto. Just as I never try to figure out my day clients, I never try to figure out what turns on my night customers. I am a professional in both cases who delivers a service, and is well paid for doing it. Though I'll admit I have more climaxes over my night job. I accept new customers now only on referral. Julie and Don are just such a couple. I met with them for the first time last night and I think I have added new regulars to my client list. They are in their mid-twenties. Married for two years with no children. Both are in professional careers that are very demanding, and as such need a real change to relax at night. When I first came in they were somewhat nervous. Most of my first timers are. Don turned to me and said, "we've never done anything like this, but Julie and I really think it might be exciting. Tell us what you do." Turning to Julie I explained, "I am a professional spanker. I help couples find new levels of eroticism. I don't join in, nor do I work with groups or singles. Spanking is a great turn on for many people because it is so erotic." "But does it hurt," asked Julie? "Let me explain," I continued, "pain and pleasure, as are most conflicting emotions, are very close together. But it's not just the sting of the paddle it's much more." "Please explain," said Don. "Well," I said, "there are four key ingredients in a good spanking, as administered by a professional such as myself. First, is loss of control of the one being spanked; Second, is the embarrassment; Third, is an element of humiliation, remember conflicting emotions are close to each other in the brain; and fourth is the actual 'sting' of the punishment. Though most people are so caught up in what's going on they really don't think about any discomfort." After explaining my fees, the terms of my agreement, and allowing Julie to pick out the instruments I would use on her buttocks I gave them the "stop" word. By simply saying "mustang" (my first car) the session would immediately end if either one of them was unhappy or uncomfortable. Julie took a deep breath and said, "what's next?" Looking at both of them I again asked, "you do want the full program?" They both shook their head in the affirmative. So I instructed Julie to remove all of her clothing and jewelry as she must be completely naked. This I explained was part of the embarrassment. Julie looked at Don, and he nodded his approval. She slipped off her rings and watch first and then slid out of her t-shirt. She was braless. Judging from the small white triangles she had never tanned topless, but her swim suit was very small. Since she was already barefooted she now had on only her nylon running shorts. Looking in a pleading way she asked, "can't I just keep my bottoms on this first time?" At this point everyone is in to their role, and I had to play mine so I replied, "absolutely not. The material would offer to much protection and you would not feel the humiliation of loosing ALL your clothes. Get'em off NOW!" Turning away from me she quickly slid off her bottoms. As she wore no bra, she also wore no underwear. If her swim suit top was small it was obvious from her brown bottom that she wore nothing but a G-string at the beach. After she was naked I had her lean over a large overstuffed chair. Then I made her stand on her toes and with Don's help we stretched her arms over and secured them to the front legs of the chair. Quickly I spread her legs and attached the restraints to her ankles and the back legs of the chair. Bound, naked and helpless. Loss of control, embarrassment, and humiliation. Next came the sting of the instruments. She had selected a small wooden paddle, and a leather riding crop as the tools I would use. And so without further ado I began to spank her quivering bottom. Soon the tan was taken over by a deep shade of pink. She screamed, she cried, she cursed, but she never said "mustang". Soon, even though restrained, her butt was rising up to meet the paddle and after 50 strokes with the paddle and then 50 more with the riding crop she was moaning through her tears. Don was so excited that he could hardly stand it. The erection in his shorts showed that I had been very successful. As I laid the crop on her behind for the last time she screamed out, "I want it, and I want it now. Don drop those pants and take me from behind!" Quickly he stuffed five one hundred dollar bills in my hand and motioned for me to leave. I left her bound to the chair, closed my attache case containing my equipment and let myself out. I've learned to write off the loss of the restraints as a business expense as many couples want to make it while one is still bound and helpless. Plus they are usual there for my return visits. No matter how many times I participate in these adventures I still get the same rush of excitement. My own wife is waiting at home for me to take care of her bare bottom. She knows that after a warm-up such as this she'll get a great spanking and that our lovemaking will be out of this world. As I drive across town the only hint to my special extra career is the license plate on my 911S - Spnkr - 1. D123SR@aol.com Word Count: 1400