Julie Part 1

I wanted to find a spanking partner so I first went on the net. 
I found a website that had personals that had to do with spanking
and discipline.  My ad read, "SWM, 38, St. Paul, MN, looking for
SWF near my age to spank me.  I have been a naughty boy and am
need of at least weekly discipline.  Please email me at
otkfme@aol.com"

I didn't hear back from anyone for about two months and then I
finally got an email.  It read, "Hi, I am a SWF, age 36, that
would like to find out more about you.  I like to spank naughty
boys.  Has a woman ever spanked you before?  Tell me more about
yourself.  I also live in your area.  Julie."

So we exchanged emails and I found out that she lived in a nearby
suburb of Minneapolis.  Next, we exchanged phone numbers and I
got to hear her voice.  Her voice was sexy and at the same time
very confident.  I found out that she was not in a current
relationship and that she had spanked many of her former
boyfriends.

We had many conversations where we shared our likes and dislikes
in spanking, and we agreed on many things.  Julie also had a
wonderful sense of humor.  When we finally felt comfortable
enough with each other, we decided to meet at a local restaurant.
 That way if things didn't work out, we could just eat and leave.

I arrived about ten minutes early, and I watched for a woman with
flowing black hair, about 5' 10", white blouse, and a black
mini-skirt.  That's how she described herself to me.  I
recognized her immediately, and we were soon sitting at a booth,
eating and talking.  Julie was even more charming than on the
phone.  At one point in the conversation, she had me stand up,
turn around, and show her my butt.  She was pleased that my butt
would make a very good target for my punishment, and next the
conversation led to what we were going to do next.

Since Julie would be more comfortable at her house, I decided to
follow her home.  She lived in a nice sized townhouse and she
didn't live too far away from me.  Julie didn't want to
discipline me in her living room because it had a large picture
window.  Julie also didn't want to use her bedroom since this was
the first time we had met.  So she took me downstairs.

It was a finished basement with carpet, television, a chair, a
couch, and a coffee table.  She must have figured that we would
be coming back to her house because on the coffee table was a
hairbrush, a few paddles, and some other stuff.  We had already
discussed the safe words, and Julie knew how I liked to be
spanked.

Julie sat on the chair and said, "Well, Clyde, you have been a
naughty boy and you deserve a spanking.  Come over here so that I
can prepare you for your spanking."

"I don't deserve a spanking."  I said.  "What did I do wrong?"

"You mistreated our waitress and you talked too loud at the
restaurant.  So come over here for your spanking."  I walked over
to Julie and she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and
pulled them to my ankles.  "Step out of these.  I don't want them
getting in my way."  So soon I was standing before her in just my
boxer shorts.  "Now bend over my knee for your spanking."  Julie
hiked up her skirt so that I would have her nice thighs to lay
upon.

Soon my hands and feet were on both sides of her chair.  "I am
first going to use my hand to spank you, to warm you up.  But
soon you will feel my hairbrush and paddles."  Then my spanking
began. Julie started fairly softly, and her spanks made more
noise than what I could really feel.

"You seem to have taken my hand fairly easy, so next you will
feel my hairbrush."  I could feel the hairbrush more than her
hand, but I still couldn't feel too much.  "Stand up, a minute. 
I don't think my spanking you has had much effect."  I stood up
and she said to turn around.  Then I felt her fingertips in the
waistband of my boxer shorts, and soon they were at my ankles. 
"Step out of these please."

After I did so I felt Julie's hands on my bottom. "Your butt is
just barely pink.  I see that you need a lot harder spanking. 
Turn around and bend over my knees, again."  I was now naked from
the waist down and I had an erection.  Julie noticed and said,
"Don't worry about hiding it, just bend over my knee for your
spanking."

This time I could really feel the sting of the paddle on my naked
raised bottom.  After about thirty spanks I began to squirm
about.  "Now my naughty boy can feel the paddle.  Stop moving
about so much and please count each spank."

Counting the spanks makes me very aware of my spanking, but I
counted them out loud.  I could feel a real warming of my bottom,
which very good to me.  After thirty spanks, Julie said as I felt
her hands on my bottom, "Next, I want you to stand up, and go
over to the end of the couch and bend over it."

Once I was in the position I thought she wanted me, Julie said,
"I want you to spread your legs so that I can spank you in your
most tender spots."  I spread my legs, but she still said, "Just
a little bit further."  Then I felt her ankle next to my foot
forcing me to spread my legs even more.  I felt so exposed like
this with my penis and balls hanging down and unprotected.

"Have you ever been spanked with a riding crop?"  Julie asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.  "What does it look like?"

"Stay bent over and I will show you."  Then Julie held the riding
crop by my face.

"I don't think so," was my reply.

"Good, you'll feel something different from a spanking from me. 
I like the little thing at the end, it helps me reach your entire
bottom."  Then I felt it hit my penis and balls.  I started to
move about and Julie said, "Stay still, or your spanking will
last even longer.  Please count, again."

When the riding crop hit my bottom, It felt like a straight line
of fire across my bottom.  It was a lot different from the
paddling that I had received from other women.  With my legs
stretched far apart, Julie was able to spank me on my tender
cheeks by my bottom hole.  Now my whole bottom felt like it was
on fire.  I still was able to take more so I didn't say anything.

"Have you ever been caned before?"  Julie asked.

"No, I never have."

"I am going to give you only three strokes of the cane since you
have never been caned before.  You really will be able to feel it
on your already red and sensitive bottom.  Please count them and
say, 'Thank you, Julie', after each one.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, Julie."

She tapped me on my bottom with the cane, I heard a strange
whistle noise, and it felt like a hundred bees had stung my
bottom in a straight line.  My hands instantly went back to rub
my poor bottom.

"I told you that you would really feel the cane.  Remove your
hands and this will be number one again because you forgot to
count.  Stay in position, count each stroke, and don't rub your
bottom."

The next stroke fell, I stayed in position and said, "One, Thank
you, Julie."

I heard the whistle again, the hot sting of the cane, "Two, Thank
you, Julie."

"For your last one, I want you to stay in position and don't rub
your bottom."

I felt the tap of the cane on my bottom, heard the whistle, and
"Three, Thank you, Julie."  It took all that was in me to stay
bent over and not rub my poor bottom.

"I have something that should sooth the pain."  Then I felt a
nice cold cream being rubbed on my burning hot bottom.  It felt
so good.  Julie even began to rub it between my legs.  I started
to squirm about and she said, "Hold still, or else I will get out
the cane again and give you three more strokes."

So I stayed bent over while she rubbed the cream all over my
bottom, between my legs, and down the backs of my thighs where
she had spanked me.  "Now go over and stand in the corner with
your hands at your sides.  Don't even think about rubbing your
bottom."

Although I had a sore bottom, I did not rub it.  After about ten
minutes of standing in the corner Julie said, "I really enjoyed
spanking you, Clyde.  Did you like it?"

"Yes I did.  I have never received a spanking like that from any
other woman."

"Good, then I want you to come to my house next week at 7 PM for
another spanking.  I expect you to be on time and I want you to
bring me a little present for spanking you.  Surprise me with
something.  But before I let you get dressed and go home, bend
over my knee for one last spanking."

So I walked over to Julie and bent over her knee again.  "My.
Your bottom is bright red.  The cream I put on you should help
with the pain."  Then she proceeded to give me a short hand
spanking of about 20 spanks.  "I look forward to spanking you
every week, and trying new things on you.  You can get up and get
dressed, now."

So that is how I first met and was spanked by Julie.






