My Date - Part 1 
By OTKFME@comcast.net

   Through some friends, I had met Jane and had gone out with her.  On my
first date, I met her at a movie theater, and I was about ten minutes late.
Sometimes I don't keep track of time very well, and nothing was said about
me being late.

   On our second date, we met at a restaurant, and I was twenty minutes
late.  Jane was upset about me being late, but we still had a good time
together.  So at the end of the date, I asked her if I could pick her up at
her house when we went out again.  She said that it would be okay with her,
but she would no longer tolerate me being late.  If I wanted to keep going
out with her, I would have to be on time.  She indicated that she liked me,
but that I was disrespect of her by showing up late all of the time.  I
told her that I would be on time, and that I really enjoyed her company.

   Our third date happened on a Friday night.  Everything went wrong in
traffic for me.  The traffic was heavier and a whole lot slower than usual
and I got lost twice, in trying to find her house.  When I finally got
there, I was a half-hour late.  I rang her doorbell, Jane opened the door
and said, "Well, you finally got here.  Your are a half-hour late.  Come on
in for a moment."

   Once I was inside, she quickly shut the door behind me and said, "You
said that you wanted to keep going out with me and that you would be on
time!"

   "I'm sorry.  Traffic was backed up and I had trouble finding your
house."

   "That's just an excuse.  If you really cared about me, you would have
been on time.  I should forget about our date and send you home right now,
if this is the way you respect and treat me."

   "No, don't do that.  I really like you, and I would do anything to make
it up to you."

   "Anything?"

   "Anything," I said, again.

   There was a table near the door, and Jane grabbed a paddle that was
sitting on the table.  "Do you agree to a spanking from me?  It's either a
spanking, or you walk out of the door right now, and you never see me
again."

   I really liked Jane, so I said, "I really want to continue to see you,
so I guess I will agree to a spanking."

   "I was hoping you were going to say that.  I like you, too, but you have
to show me more respect by being on time."

   "So what's next?" I asked.

   "You were thirty minutes late, so I am going to spank you sixty times
with this paddle.  Drop your slacks and bend over the table."

   I unbuckled my belt, and let my slacks fall to the floor and bent over
the table.  "I was wondering if you wore briefs or boxer shorts for
underwear, and now I can see that you are wearing shorts," Jane said.  Then
I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my shorts.  I quickly stood up
and grabbed the waistband of my shorts to keep them in place.

   "If you want to ever go out with me today or ever again, you better bend
over the table again and let me pull down your shorts.  I always give a
spanking on the bare bottom, it has a better effect that way."

   I didn't like it, but I bent over the table again and felt Jane pull my
shorts down to my feet.  Now I was naked from the waist down, in front of a
woman that I was just getting to know.

   "Lift your feet up so that I can get these out of the way." Jane said. I
didn't want to get her mad at me, so I lifted my feet and I soon saw her
put my slacks and underwear on a nearby chair.

   "These are the rules.  I will give you sixty swats of the paddle on your
bare behind.  You are to count out each one.  If you forget to count, that
swat will be given again.  For everytime you rise up or put your hands
behind you to protect your bottom, you will receive five extra swats.  You
are to say nothing unless asked to, and even then you should answer with
either "Yes, madam or No, madam.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," I answered.

   I felt a swat and Jane said, "Yes, what?"

   "Yes, madam," I answered.

   "That's better," Jane said.  "Now spread your legs apart a bit, and I
will start your spanking." I spread my legs, but Jane said, " A little bit
more." Now I was aware that my penis and balls could be clearly seen by
Jane hanging between my legs, and I was totally exposed for a spanking by
her.

   "That's better," Jane said.  "Remember my rules."

   SWAT

   The first swat stung me more than I had anticipated.  I automatically
stood up and rubbed my bottom.

   "Bend back over the table again.  You stood up and forgot to count, so
you will now get sixty-five swats of the paddle.  We are starting at one
again."

   SWAT

   "One," I said.

   "Good, you're learning."

   SWAT

   "Two," I said.  I did pretty well until I got up to fifty swats.  My
poor bottom felt on fire, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore.  I
kept bent over the table and said, "I have learned my lesson.  Can't you
stop spanking me.  It really hurts."

   "It's suppose to hurt," Jane said.  "That is the only way you will learn
your lesson.  But for speaking when not being asked to, that adds five more
swats, so now you will get seventy swats."

   "Yes, madam," I reluctantly said.

   SWAT Then my spanking continued.

   When Jane got to my last swat, before she spanked me she said, "I expect
you to stay in position after your last swat.  Do not stand up until I tell
you to.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, madam," I said.

   There was a long pause, then SWAT.  It really hurt but I stayed bent
over the table.  "Seventy," I said.

   Then I felt her soft hands rubbing my bottom.  "Do you agree to a
spanking like this for everytime your are late, and two swats for every
minute you are late."

   I really wanted to keep dating Jane, so I said, "Yes, madam."

   "And do you agree to a spanking from me for anytime I feel that you are
disrespecting me?"

   I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to, but I said, "Yes, madam."

   "To show me that you are sincere, I want you to stay in position while I
five you five more swats in quick concession.  You don't have to count
these, but stay in position, even after they are given to you."

   SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT.

   My bottom was really on fire, but I stayed in position.  Jane rubbed my
bottom, again, and said, "Your bottom is bright red, now.  You may have
trouble sitting, during our date.  I look forward to keep going out with
you and giving you more spankings.  You can stand up, now."

   So I stood up and immediately rubbed my bottom.  I forgot that I was
naked from the waist down, and was showing Jane my erect penis and balls.
Although the spanking really stung my bottom, I guess it also excited me.

   Jane noticed and said, "It looks like you also enjoyed the spanking. 
Here are your clothes.  Get dressed now, so that we can get on with our
date.  I have found out a lot about you, already, and I want to get to know
you better."

   This was my first but not my last spanking from Jane.  But those are
other stories.

   MY DATE Part 2

   In my last story, you found out about my girlfriend named Jane.  She has
a great personality and a nice body.  I like being with her because we seem
to think the same way.  Anyway, she had warned me about being late on my
dates with her, and on my last date, she spanked me for being so late.  The
following story is what happened on my next or fourth date with Jane.

   I had really tired to be on time; I even left with what should have been
ten minutes to spare.  When I rang Jane's doorbell, I was ten minutes late.
Her door was open and Jane yelled out from inside the house, "Come on in."

   After entering her house, I saw a paddle on the nearby table and a note
that read, "You are late, again.  Take off your slacks and underwear and
put them on the chair.  Then bend over the table.  I will be out, shortly,
to spank you."

   I was aware that I was late, but I was hoping that I wouldn't be
spanked, again.  On our last date, Jane told me that I should expect to be
spanked for being late and for any other thing that I did wrong while on a
date.  I had to agree to be spanked, or else never see Jane again.

   So now I was naked from the waist down and bent over the table, awaiting
my spanking.  Next, I heard footsteps and smelled Jane's sweet perfume, and
Jane said, "It's too bad you are late, again.  Now, you will receive
another spanking.  Let's see, you were ten minutes late so you will receive
twenty swats of the paddle."

   I felt the paddle hit me in my inner thighs and Jane said, "Spread your
legs some more and remember to follow the rules."

   One of Jane's rules is to speak only when spoken to, and to answer with
either "Yes, madam" or "No, madam." So I answered with, "Yes, madam." When
I had my legs spread like this, I am sure that Jane could easily see my
penis and balls hanging down.

   "Remember to count," Jane said.

   SWAT

   I had forgot how the paddle stung my bare bottom, but I said, "One." It
had been a whole week since my last spanking from Jane.

   SWAT

   "Two", I said.

   As Jane continued to spank me she said, "I thought you had learned your
lesson from your last spanking, but I guess not.  Also, remember that
during our date, if you do something that is disrespectful to me, you will
receive another spanking.  Do you understand?"

   So between spanks I said, "Yes, madam."

   After the nineteenth swat, Jane said, "This will be your last and
hardest swat.  Remember to count it and stay in position."

   SWAT

   Jane really must have put a lot into that swat.  I automatically stood
up and grabbed my burning bottom.  "I was hoping that would happen," Jane
said.  "You just earned yourself five more swats.  Bend over again, and we
are still at nineteen swats."

   Although my bottom was on fire, I bent over the table again for my six
more swats.  This time I stayed in place and didn't stand up.  After the
last swat if the paddle, I stayed in place while Jane examined my bottom.

   "Your bottom looks red, again.  You will probably feel your spanking
during our entire date.  You can stand up and get dressed, now."

   Like last time, I had a good erection when I stood up and rubbed my poor
naked bottom.  Jane noticed it, too.  But I quickly got dressed and soon we
were off on our date.

   We ate out at a fine restaurant and saw a good movie.  When we got back
to Jane's house, she invited me in, which I thought was a good sign.  Jane
sat down in the middle of a long couch in her living room, and I sat beside
her.

   "We need to talk," Jane said.

   "Okay."

   "If you really want to keep going out with me, you need to show me more
respect."

   "I respect you.  What are you talking about?" I asked.

   "I noticed how you were turning your head away from me and watching the
other women while we were eating in the restaurant.  You also have a habit
of walking way ahead of me instead of walking with me."

   "I didn't realize that I was doing that," I replied in my defense.

   "Well, if you want me to keep going out with you, I want you to be aware
of those things."

   "Now that you told me, I will be more aware of my behavior when I am
with you," I said.

   "I want to make sure you about that.  Remember that during your
spanking, today, I told you that I would spank you again if you were
disrespectful during our date?"

   "I guess so."

   "Well, that's what I intend to do.  Stand up and stand in front of me."
Once I was standing in front of her, she said, "Now put your hands on your
head and leave them there until I tell you to let them down again,"

   Once my hands were atop my head, Jane unbuckled my belt, and slid down
my slacks.  Then she slid down my undershorts and had me step out of my
clothes again.  My penis was erect again but Jane said, "Now stand beside
me, let your hands down, and lie over my lap with your penis between my
legs."

   Jane hiked up her short skirt and soon her thighs pinned me in place. 
"Now I will give you a good handspanking, until I think you will really
respect me."

   "Yes, madam," I obediently replied.

   After a few minutes, the spanking was really hurting my already paddled
bottom.  I started to squirm around, but Jane said, "You better stop moving
about.  It will only let your spanking last longer."

   Jane then pulled me closer to her body and squeezed her thighs tighter
together, and continued my spanking.

   "Your bottom is bright red, again.  You can get up and sit by me again,
but don't put your clothes back on."

   I was glad my spanking had quit, and I carefully sat down beside her.

   Then, with one of her hands on my penis, she gave me a long kiss and
said, "I'm so glad that I have met you and that you are willing to receive
spankings from me.  I am looking forward to going out with you and also
spanking you some more."

   Then we talked some more, and then I was allowed to get dressed and
leave.  What a date that was!!  MY DATE Part 3

   Traffic was backed up again.  I was running late.  My car was low on gas
and I needed to fill up.  I was really trying to be on time, but I was
running late again.  When I got to Jane's house, I ran the doorbell, and
she yelled from another room, "Come on in.  You're late."

   As usual, there was a paddle on the table and a note that just said,
"You are late, again!" I knew what that meant, that I was going to get
paddled, again.  Jane expected me to take off my slacks and underwear, put
them on the nearby chair, and bend over the table.  So that's what I did. I
felt very exposed and vulnerable like this, and Jane always waited a few
minutes before she came out of her bedroom to spank me.  As I waited, I
thought I heard Jane talking to someone.  Maybe she was on the phone.  But
then, something unexpected happened.  Jane and another woman her age
approached me.

   Once they were close to me, Jane said, "This is my friend, Mary.  Mary,
this is Clyde.  Clyde, this is Mary."

   "I'm glad to meet you," Mary said.  "Jane told me that she spanks you if
you are late, and it looks like it is true."

   "Mary also has a boyfriend who is always showing up late," Jane said,
"and I told her that she could spank you.  This way she would know how to
spank her boyfriend.  Is that alright, Clyde?"

   What was I supposed to say?  So I simply said, "Yes, madam."

   "I guess you do follow Jane's rules when being spanked." Mary said.  "I
do see why you like him.  He does have a nice ass.  Is it okay if I feel
him between his legs?"

   When I heard that, I quickly put my legs together and started to stand
up.  I didn't want a woman who I had just met to touch my private parts.

   SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

   Jane had picked up the paddle and had given me three quick swats.

   "You can either put your clothes on right now, walk out the door and
never see me again, or get spanked by Mary and all the preliminaries to
your spanking.  So which will it be?" Jane asked.

   "I really like you, so I guess I'll take the spanking from Mary," I
said.

   "I thought you would say that," Jane said.  "So bend over the table and
spread your legs for me.  By the way, that will cost you five extra swats."

   Once I bent over the table, Jane raised up the back of my shirt and
pressed down with one hand on the center of my back.  I spread my legs and
Jane said, "Spread your legs a little bit more than that."

   Then I felt Mary's hand cupping my balls, and then she put a hand around
the shaft of my penis.  "He has good equipment," Mary said.  "No wonder you
like him."

   "Feel how firm his bottom is," Jane said.  Next, I felt Mary's hands
feeling my bottom cheeks.

   "Clyde does have a firm bottom," Mary said.  "I see why you like
spanking him."

   "Well Clyde, you were fifteen minutes late.  That gets you thirty swats
of the paddle, plus five more for standing up.  So Mary, give him
thirty-five swats with the paddle." Jane said.

   "Are you all set for your spanking from me?" Mary asked.

   "Yes, madam", I obediently answered.

   "Remember to count," Jane said.

   SWAT

   "One," I said.

   SWAT

   "Two" Compared to how Jane spanked me, I could barely feel the swats.

   But then after five swats Jane said, "You can spank him a lot harder
than what you are doing.  Give me the paddle and let me show you."

   SWAT

   "Six." I could sure feel the difference.  Jane continued with four more
swats.

   "See how his bottom is turning red.  That means that you are spanking
him with enough force.  Now you take over and finish giving him his
thirty-five swats." Jane said.

   SWAT

   "Eleven." Now it felt like Jane was spanking me.  I knew that my bottom
would be burning hot, by the time I got the thirty-five Mswats from Mary.

   Mary kept paddling my poor bare bottom until she got up to thirty-four.
Then Jane said, "After your last swat, please stay bent over the table so
that we can examine your bottom."

   SWAT

   "Thirty-five."

   "See how bright red his bottom is." Jane said.  "That shows that he
really felt the spanking.  Also, go ahead and feel his bottom.  You will
see that it is real hot."

   Then I felt four hands on my bare bottom.  "Yes, it is rather warm,"
Mary said.

   "Now, Clyde, you can stand up now and rub your bottom." Jane said.  But
when you do, face Mary and thank her for spanking her."

   "But then she willÉ" I started to say.

   SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

   "You know you are not to answer me that way during your spanking," Jane
said.  "Either stay bent over and I will spank you some more or stand up
and thank Mary."

   I didn't want to be spanked anymore, so I stood up, and while rubbing my
burning bottom, I said, "Thank you, Mary, for spanking me."

   I knew that Mary could easily see my erect penis.  When I get spanked,
it has this affect on me.

   "Now get dressed so that we can go out on our date," Jane said.

   While I was getting dressed, I heard Jane tell Mary that she could spank
me again at another time.  Then Mary left, and Jane and I went out on our
date.

   MY DATE Part 4

   If you remember from Part 3, I had just been spanked and paddled by
Mary, Jane's friend.  I had just received thirty-five swats from the
paddle, plus some extras.  My bottom was sore and hot with fire, but I was
now on my way, out the door, with Jane, my girlfriend.  I had reservations
at a really nice restaurant in a shopping center.  I hadn't told Jane,
because I wanted it to be surprise.

   At first, Jane wondered why we were going to the shopping center.  But
when we got to the restaurant, we both got a surprise.  It was a formal
place to eat, which required a tie and suit coat for men, and most of the
women were in gowns.  I was told that I could rent a coat and tie at the
restaurant for $45.00, which would be added to the bill.  I asked Jane if
she still wanted to eat there.  She said she had always wanted to, but she
thought it was too expensive.  She told me that she wanted to by a nice
dress at a nearby shop, and for me to rent the tie and coat.  Jane came
back wearing a beautiful dress.  We were seated, had wine together, and had
a fantastic meal.  We had a great conversation, and I felt so happy that I
had found Jane, because we shared so much in common.  As we were eating,
she told me that I should have told her where we were going to eat, so that
she could have dressed appropriately.  She also told me that she would take
care of my breakdown in communication, once we got back to her place.

   The check came, and I paid by my credit card.  I guess I was over my
limit, and it was denied.  I had left my checkbook at work, and I had no
other credit cards.  I also realized that I had only ten dollars in cash.
So I turned to Jane, explained the situation, and she gave them her credit
card, which was good.  Jane was silent as we let the restaurant.  On the
way to her house, she was really mad!  She told me that not only would I
have to pay her back for the restaurant, but also for the dress she bought.
Also, that she was going to spank me in a way that I would never let this
happen again.

   As we walked through the door of her house, she told me to take off my
shoes and socks, my shirt and undershirt, and put them on the chair near
the table.  Then to go out to the living room and sit on the couch.  She
would be out shortly.  When she came out, she was wearing a short black
skirt and a black halter-top.  She was also carrying some things in her
hands.  She sat down beside me and said, "Stand up and stand directly in
front of me." Jane grabbed a hold of my hips and had me stand in front of
her.  "Now put your hands on your head and keep them there until I tell you
can take them down." She unbuckled my belt, zipped down my zipper, and
unbuttoned my jeans.  Then she glided them to the floor.  As I felt her
fingertips inside the waistband of my under shorts, she said, "I was hoping
that I would never need to spank you like this, but tonight you really
messed things up." Then she slid my under wear down my legs.  I had to step
out of them, and then she put them beside the couch.  I was now completely
naked in front of her.  It made me feel like a naughty little boy, who was
just about to be spanked by his teacher.

   Jane scolded me, "You really embarrassed me tonight.  First, with not
telling me where we were going, so that I could have dressed appropriately.
Second, by not being able to pay the high restaurant bill.  There is no
excuse for that type of behavior.  Hopefully, by spanking you, your
behavior will change.  Now don't you agree that you deserve to be spanked?"

   There wasn't anything else I could say but, "Yes, madam." I really liked
Jane, and if enduring this spanking meant that she would keep going out
with me, it was worth it.

   "Your spanking will take place in two parts.  The first part for not
telling me where we were going, and the second part for me having to pay
for our meal.  So go over to the end of the couch and bend over it."

   The couch was at just the right height that it put my poor bottom at the
very top of it.  "Lean over some more and spread those legs." My legs were
already spread, and this made the tender insides of my bottom cheeks really
exposed.  "I am going to use a strap on you.  It hurts more than the
paddle, and you will receive thirty strokes.  As usual, count them out, and
if you get out of position, you will receive five extra strokes.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, madam."

   Earlier that evening, I had received thirty-five swats from the paddle,
and now thirty with the strap.  I would never forget this evening.

   "Here's your first one!"

   SWAT

   The strap hurt much worst than the paddle.  I quickly stood up and
rubbed my poor bottom.

   "That will be five extra.  Bend over, again.  Now you will receive
thirty-five strokes.  Start counting at one, again."

   I didn't want to, but I bent over the couch.

   SWAT

   "One." I had to really concentrate on staying bent over.

   SWAT

   "Two"

   "Are you going to keep in better communication with me?"

   "Yes, Madam," I said

   SWAT

   "Three"

   Although my poor bottom was on fire, I was able to stay in position for
the thirty-five strokes of the strap.  "Stay in position while I get ready
for the next phase of your spanking," Jane said.  She then placed a wooden
chair in the middle of the living room.

   "Now stand up and walk over to that chair and bend over it.  Since the
bill came to a little over one hundred dollars to eat, plus the rental of
your coat and tie, I am going to give you ten strokes of the cane.  Have
you ever been caned before?"

   "No, madam," I said.  I heard of them being used in schools in England,
and I knew they really hurt.  I was hoping that I would only be paddled. 
But now I will get the cane.

   "If you move out of position or forget to count, the stroke will be
given again.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes, madam"

   WHACK

   The cane was even worst than the strap.  It felt like a hundred bees had
stung me in a row on my poor bottom.  I stood up, and rubbed my bottom.

   "You stood up and forgot to count, so that stroke will be given again. I
know this really hurts, but bend over again."

   WHACK

   The cane really hurt my already spanked bottom and I stood up again.

   "I can't have you standing up after every stroke.  Let me try something
different with you." Jane turned around the chair so that the seat was
facing me.  "Put your knees on the seat of the chair and bend over it." I
did as I was told, and Jane said, "I think this will work.  Stay like that
while I get something."

   Jane left the room and came back with rope and some other stuff.  "I'm
going to put these wrist cuffs on you, and tie your arms to the legs of the
chair.  This will keep you in position." Then she proceeded to secure me to
the chair.  After she was done, Jane said, "Now try to move." Of course I
couldn't, so she said, "Good, now I can continue on with your caning."

   WHACK

   "One", I said.

   WHACK

   "Two," I tried to move, but I was secured in place.

   WHACK

   "Three." This continued until we reached eight strokes.  Then I
complained, "Do you really have to give me all ten strokes.  This is really
painful."

   "I want you to learn your lesson.  Now you will receive eleven strokes,
one extra for talking."

   Then my caning continued until I had received all eleven strokes.  Jane
put down the cane and examined my poor bottom.  "Your bottom looks really
sore.  I'm going to get something to sooth the pain."

   Jane left the room and came back with a towel and a jar of something. 
She put them on the couch and came over to where I was secured to the
chair. "I'm going to untie you from the chair, and then I am going to sit
on the couch.  Come over and lie face down on the couch so that your penis
is between my legs."

   It felt good to be released from the chair, and I felt the ridges the
cane left on my poor bottom.  I laid on top of Jane, and she rubbed
something cool on my bottom.  It felt real nice and it made me excited.

   "Spread your legs so that I can rub this all over your red bottom."
Soon, I felt her hands between my legs, rubbing the cream all over me.

   "Clyde, you can talk openly to me now.  It looks like we are going to be
boyfriend and girlfriend now, and I would like you to meet more of my
friends, besides Mary.  Do you agree?"

   "Yes, that sounds good.  I would like to meet them," I said.

   "Instead of going out next weekend, what if I invited them over for a
pot-luck and to meet you?"

   "That sounds good." I said.

   Then Jane spanked me a few times with her hand and said, "And you better
be at your best behavior, or you will be spanked again."

   "I'll be real good for you," I said.

   "Good, I'll set that up with my girlfriends for next week.  Now stand up
in front of me."

   When I stood up, I had an erection from Jane rubbing my bottom with the
cream.  She said, "Keep your hands to your sides and come closer to me."
Then she proceeded to stroke my penis until I came.  She wiped me off with
a towel that she had on the couch and said, "I think you have had enough
spankings for one evening.  You can get dressed now and I will see you at 6
PM next Saturday.  Be good, and I am looking forward to showing you off to
my friends."

   I got dressed, we hugged, and I kissed her good night.  As I drove home,
I wondered if next week I would be spanked in front of her friends.












   
