Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Visit A Pro
Summary: Unhappy with searching for spanking partners on his own,

   Jack discovers the services of a professional submissive.  Keywords:
dom, MF, humil, md, spank, exhib <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010



   I have long dreamed about one day finding the right woman that would not
only let me take her over my lap for a spanking, but would really want to
be spanked.  This fantasy was once a deep dark secret that I was very often
embarrassed to admit even to myself.  I have since overcome the feeling
that I was weird or abnormal, and I am comfortable with my desires.  My
basic philosophy is simple: I won't force my peculiarities on you, so don't
force your peculiarities on me.

   Being comfortable with who you are is an important step, but it is just
that: a step, but not the whole process.  I know I am not

   alone suffering the frustrations of finding a suitable partner, but the
old saying "misery loves company" just isn't true.  If you are miserable
and frustrated, you are, well ...  miserable and frustrated.

   All the various little pieces of advice have led me only to further
frustration.  When the opportunity presents itself, I will carefully
mention spanking.  Sometimes there is a spark of interest, but more often
there isn't and it has never led to any playful situation.  Well, that is
not entirely true.  I did give a former girlfriend a rather light, birthday
spanking, once.  It was a lot of fun to watch her jean clad bottom bounce
beneath my palm.  That was as close to a quivering bottom cheek spanking as
I got with her ...  she just wasn't interested in pursuing my fantasy any
further.

   Personal ads are disappointing.  With the results I got, it is a good
thing I never wanted to be an advertising copywriter.  All I got was added
to some pretty unusual mailing lists.  Again, that is not entirely true
either.  I did hook up with a lady who claimed she was a switch ...  you
know, you spank me and I'll spank you.  I figured a quid pro quo
arrangement like that was worth pursuing.

   It wasn't.  This lady blistered (literally) my bare ass with a
hairbrush, but refused to reciprocate because I couldn't take the kind of
spanking she wanted to give.  I had blisters!  What the hell kind of
spanking did she expect to give?!  I watched her leave the hotel room I had
rented as I rubbed hand lotion into my butt.  What a raw deal that was: I
got the spanking, never laid a hand on her bottom and I still got stuck
with the hotel room bill.  (I was also subjected to some rather curious
stares from the hotel staff when I checked out.)

   So ...  I had been pretty much limited to exploring my fantasy by, uh,
fantasizing.  Nothing real.  I never even took the opportunity to spank any
of the young girls I used to baby sit.  Why is it other guys can find a way
to coerce their secretaries into taking a spanking, or maybe their next
door neighbors?  Perhaps it is all just fantasy.

   A young lady's penitent look and her pleas for leniency prior to her
well deserved spanking were unknown to me.  Tenderly, but firmly, laying
the miscreant over my lap, raising her skirt and easing down her panties to
reveal a luscious, smooth bottom conveniently positioned for punishment and
begging for attention was a fantasy drawn from any number of spanking
magazines.  The sounds of my hand slapping a bare fanny, the squeals a
pleas for mercy, and the kicking legs and writing bottoms were all images
borrowed from spanking videos.

   In short, there was no real experience.Until I started to frequent
professional dominance parlors.

   My first visit almost soured me from the whole idea of paying a
professional to take a spanking.  The first young lady I spanked defined
the word "professional".  That word means to be paid for a service.  It was
an awkward experience at best and totally unfulfilling.  We agreed on a
price for having her available for spanking for 30 minutes.  Actually, I
agreed to the house tariff, it's not like there was any negotiation.  Then
she told me what to do.  "Sit in that chair," she said, then draped herself
over my lap.  "Go ahead, honey" she said, "but not real hard, I have a long
day ahead." Excuse me?  You have a long day and I am paying you for this?

   I went along, but when I tried to undo her jeans to get at her bottom
she demanded more money.  "That's extra," became a frequent phrase from her
mouth for the next 30 minutes.  I paid to get her jeans down.  I paid to
lower her panties.  I paid to use a limp strap on her.  I paid so often I
barely had time to smack her bottom and I had to spank so lightly that her
butt barely wiggled.  And, of course, I was the idiot.  I went along with
all of it and was seriously upset with myself for having done so.  It was
several months before I resolved to attempt a pro session again.  I was in
another city and another parlor, but this time I was loaded for bear and
was not going to be abused.

   Instead of being introduced to "the girl that is available" I was
allowed to pick out the lady I wanted to have a session with.  There were
three to choose from and I was allowed to discuss my desires with each one
before deciding.  All of my bluster disappeared as they each put me at
ease. I was still skeptical of the pending session, however.

   Kim was her name and I knew she was the lady I wanted before she said a
word.  She was in her early 20's and said she was an actress "doing this
dominance thing to make ends meet, and -giggle- because it's kind of fun."
She certainly looked like a budding young starlet: a thick mane of honey
blonde hair topped a body sculpted from hours of aerobics and weight
training.  She had bright blue eyes and a sensuous pouting mouth that
seemed to smile even when she pouted.  We decided to act out a scenario so
I could really get into the scene and to give Kim a chance to work on her
acting skills.  Kim was the naughty school girl and I was the strict
Headmaster.  The parlor Kim worked at had several rooms with different
decors.  There was a room with an office decor that fit perfectly with our
scenario.

   Kim knocked on the door to the office after giving me a moment to get
situated behind the old desk.  She entered the room and asked, "You asked
to see me Mr.  Crawford?"

   "Yes, Kim," I replied as sternly as possible.  "I have here your
dismissal from this school and wanted to inform you personally that you are
being expelled immediately.  You were caught off campus with a young man
who has confessed that you had sex with him for money.  Our students are
not taught to be prostitutes, Kim, and you are therefore being expelled."

   Kim then went into a detailed, but not too lengthy, explanation, that
resulted in her begging for any other punishment but being expelled.

   "There is only one alternative, Kim, and I am hesitant to even offer it
as an option.  It's rather severe and a punishment that is not practiced at
this institution very often"

   "Oh, please, Mr.  Crawford," she implored, "Anything!  My poor mother
would die if I were to be expelled."

   "Then let me lay it out for you bluntly, Kim," I intoned, "You may
either be expelled, or submit to a rather stern spanking.  A spanking that
you certainly will not soon forget!"

   Kim examined her shoes and quietly asked, "Will it hurt?"

   "Silly girl, of course it will hurt!" With even greater indignation I
added, "and you will undoubtedly be marked for quite some time.  Probably
will do some good for the other girls to see you like that in the showers.
Improve their behavior, you know."

   "Can I change before you spank me, Mr.  Crawford?"

   "Absolutely not!  I intend to spank you, not your clothes so you may
expect to be soundly spanked on the bare bottom.  And, I will not wait for
you to do anything!  What's it to be girl: expulsion or spanking?"

   She looked up with that beautiful pout and nearly whispered, "I guess I
don't have a choice.  I simply can not be expelled."

   "Very well, young lady!  But, be warned.  You had better learn from this
spanking, because I do not intend to repeat it.  Any future problems and
you will be expelled!" I stood up brusquely from the desk chair and walked
around the desk to grasp her upper arm.  "If it's a bottom warming you
want, young lady, it's a bottom warming you'll get!" I was really into my
role as headmaster as I whisked Kim over to a side chair and pulled her
directly across my knees as I sat down.

   Raising her skirt, I was treated to the sight of the most attractive
bottom I had ever seen.  The tanned skin of her bottom peeked out from
behind skimpy, silky panties.  "Oh, my!" she exclaimed as she realized her
bottom was exposed.  Relishing the moment, I stoked her lovely mounds with
the flat of my hand as I lectured her on her evil ways.  Then suddenly, I
raised my hand a brought it down with a loud SPLAT!  that caused Kim to
shriek with surprise.

   Another spank - another shriek and the spanking was on.  I administered
about 30 moderate swats to her panty covered bottom, briskly alternating
from cheek to cheek.  Kim squirmed with each slap and muttered and moaned
and begged forgiveness.

   "Get up, girl," I ordered as the first phase was completed.  She stood
up and rubbed her backside as she gave me that wonderful pout yet again. 
"There is simply too much material to be bothered with.  Get that skirt
off, now."

   Kim quickly complied and gently folded her skirt and set it on top of
the desk.  She quickly obeyed as I instructed her to, "Get back over my
lap!" This time, I lowered her flimsy panties to mid thigh, fully exposing
her bottom for the first time.  There were no tan lines and I commented on
the fact that she obviously must have disobeyed the school's policy banning
nude sunbathing.  That deserved a spanking in its own right!

   And, she got it.  Again, I spanked her with my hand, somewhat harder
this time and her reaction was both more physical as well as more vocal. 
Between her "OOHS" and "OUCHS" I marveled at the sight of her tight,
shapely bottom as it quivered and danced with each spank and turned pinker
as the swats began to overlap each other.  No longer could clear hand
imprints be seen on her sweet bottom flesh.  Finishing with a quick flurry
of real stingers, Kim's bottom really recoiled from the force of my swats.

   "Stand in the corner, young lady, with your nose firmly pressed to the
wall," I ordered, "And no rubbing!" Kim, pout teasingly in place, scurried
to the corner and stood with hands to her side.  I now had the opportunity
to admire her glowing bottom and her shapely body from a discrete distance.
I was fascinated!  And, I was beginning to wonder just how far I could push
this.  We had agreed on a safe word, "mercy", so she could let me know if I
was going over the limit without spoiling the mood.  So far, she hadn't
uttered a word that even had the letter "M" in it.

   I gave her another brief lecture and informed Kim that part of a
successful punishment was humiliation.  Knowing I was really risking
blowing a wonderful session, I still advised her that, "The final phase of
your punishment shall be in the nude.  Since you see fit to sell your body
to all manner of strangers, you shall be punished accordingly.  Strip off
those clothes and get back across my lap!"

   It was agony to wait and see if she would comply, complain, or just call
off the whole scenario.  The brief moment that she hesitated, seemed to
last minutes, but she finally slid her panties off then removed the rest of
her clothes, all with her back still to me.  I sat down in the chair,
waiting to see if she would continue to comply.

   The smartest thing I did that day was to be sitting when she turned.  I
would have fallen over otherwise.  This was the most gorgeous creature I
had ever seen, and she was walking, bare naked, right to me.  Her pendulous
breasts swayed with each step and she teased me by turning her back and
returning to her corner ...  to pick up her clothes.  The view of her
rolling bottom cheeks, all hot and red, made me feel light headed.  I was
speechless when she finally draped herself over my lap.  I just stared at
her magnificent bottom as she wriggled slightly, adjusting her position.

   "Headmaster must be uncomfortable," she teased as she ground her pelvis
into my groin.  I was a little late to comprehend, but flushed hotly as I
realized she had noticed that my excitement had manifested itself in a very
erect organ over which she now squirmed.

   Quickly, I recovered.  "You impertinent little hussy!" I hissed, then
proceeded to give her as forceful a spanking as I could.  My hand grew
hotter with each spank and I know I was really lighting a fire in her
bottom.  Kim squirmed and squealed, but never begged for "mercy".  The
harder I spanked, the more she squirmed and the more excited I became. 
Finally, it was too much.

   Her hot sexy bottom, bouncing to the tune my hand was playing on it, her
lithe form wiggling on my lap, her groin grinding into mine, and the
realization of a life time dream caused me to react in the most male
fashion.  I cupped her bottom with the last spank and helped encouraged her
to grind her hips into me.  That caused the flood gates to open and an
incredible wave of relief washed over me physically and psychically.

   She gave me a towel with which to clean myself, and with a quick kiss on
the cheek she scooped up her clothes and winked as she said, "I had a great
time and I hope you did to.  Come back and see me, OK?" Then she left.
   Oh, I'll be back, alright.  I'll be back!  
