Prelude

Discovering AOL's member search directory was a delight - and continues to be. Just type in "OTK" or "strict" along with "female" and members currently on-line, and someone new, fun and into spanking just might quickly enter your life. V was appealing from the very start. Her profile included:

Hobbies: net surfing, OTK Computer: Branding Spanking new with a big HARD drive Quote: "I like a man with a firm hand."

The early IM chats confirmed my initial intrigue. V instantly wanted to exchange photos - no hesitation with this lady. Her first pair of photos revealed a shapely, sexy, and adventuresome lady - the type I seldom can resist.

In an early chat, she asked me to hold on for a minute. I then learned her UPS shipment of three vibrators had arrived. It was soon after that I listened on the phone to her "tryout" of same - my, this was really getting fun!!!

I have some flexibility in my life, but logistics is always a concern. V lived in the sunshine state - a long way from the Northeast. Both of us wanted more than cyber-only communication, so the travel issue was a concern. It was a Sunday when V called to interview me for a potential interlude. I liked her numerous and detailed questions. Still, the upcoming weekend was my only free one for quite some time, and I dreaded the thought of long-distance travel for that weekend, as this was an ideal time of year to be home. So when she hinted that her traveling might be possible, my interest REALLY began to perk up. There were some small issues that had to be resolved, but it seemed obvious she would try hard on this.

Still, I felt far from assured this would actually happen - thus I internally dampened my sense of expectation. Easy come, easy go is a useful motto in "internet interludes" - and indeed she told me later that it had come close to not happening at all. But inside, I knew I very much wanted to meet her - and, alas, I was impatient to do so.

One bit of fun during the week leading up to her visit was a "menu" I provided her as to choices of fantasy fun. She was to rank all the options from 1 to 10 - with one being a turn-off and ten a near instant orgasm. Most of her replies were from 8 to 10 - with the topics on "anal play" getting tens. Hummm - nice to know that!

Only on the Friday morning itself did I really feel she was coming. Her flights would take most of the day, and my time was spent making my home look its best. The weekend would not be spoiled by lack of preparation on my part!!!

But I barely allowed enough time for the 90 minute drive to the airport - God, I cannot be LATE. I made it to the arrival area with five minutes to spare. I felt my nerves tense. This is never a relaxing moment - what if she was not what she seemed? What if she thought I was a jerk? What if - what if - well, even five minutes is too much time to contemplate a potential disaster.

Friday night

She was one of the last to come out of the gate. She told me she'd wear a blazer and skirt. Her dark blazer contrasted nicely with a white skirt and matching stockings. But my eye was immediately caught by her perfect teeth and overall elegance. She made little eye contact in those initial minutes. The small talk was to be expected. Then I had a problem finding my car in the huge parking lot, but she was patient. We started talking about real life, day-to-day problems we both faced. But soon into the drive, the topic wisely changed to spanking experiences - hers from an intense past two months, mine from years and years of intense fantasy role-play exploration.

V seemed to like my small but charming home in it scenic location. Seated beside me in the living room, she enjoyed the white wine I offered. I was feeling more and more relaxed in our conversation. Given that we only had two nights, I saw little value in wasting most of either evening in a restaurant, thus a Chinese take-out meal was waiting at home. Over dinner with candlelight, we somehow touched on professional qualifications. She somehow felt I underestimated her high level of advanced education - which was not the case at all - she spoke sharply about it.

Uh oh, am I in over my head here? V could easily be a handful, and it was far from assured I would be able to effectively "play my part" let alone convince her that I could.

Dinner was concluding, and I had to decide how to proceed. We clearly were not going to be watching CNN or the like. I opted for "corner time" to start the bedroom fantasy proceedings, and she was instructed to go to the designated bedroom corner and await my arrival.

Her posture in the corner was a bit slouched, as I laid out the instruments and props on the table at the foot of my king-sized bed. Her body language was far from contrite and submissive - still I had spanked strong willed women before, and I could not recall any who had not at least partially changed their attitude while over my knee.

Her skirt was pinned up to her blouse. Only later did I learn this was her first ever visit to the corner. (How did these other men start? Corner time is de rigueur isn't it?)

Her trip from the corner to over my knee was routine. The unveiling was always a treat, and never better than with V. Her bottom was simply ideal - large, shapely, feminine, and just firm enough. My, oh, my!!!

But her reaction to my early hand-spanks was not to my liking - her bottom was responding nicely, but verbally there an uppity sense to her words. I reached for the hairbrush to remedy the problem.

"I hate the hairbrush - ow, ouch - and I didn't get a warm-up!!!" Her early reviews to my disciplinary performance indicated our role-play might have a very short theatrical run. I felt we simply were not "clicking" - and while it was a delight to have V bare bottomed over my knee, I felt a twinge of concern as to where matters were headed.

Variety is the cornerstone to my spanking approach, and V soon found herself well placed over my four legged stool. My thick black leather strap with its wooden handle was put to use - and firmly. And I decided not to delay in introducing the cane. After all, she had been caned. An extremely vivid on-line photo of her punished bottom had attested to this. I found myself savouring the physical sight of her scrumptious buttocks reacting to the cane, while my inner voice of concern over our how it all was going was not yet silenced.

By the time, I rubbed cream into her bottom, I felt a bit better. She still complained about the hairbrush being applied sans warm-up, but her voice had softened - at least slightly. I always combined a very strict approach during the discipline itself with a follow-up of gentle, caring words as my fingers applied the cream to a very sore bottom.

Still, as we climbed into bed just before midnight, I was unsure of what was next, but I would simply be myself - no doubt on that.

Probably close to an hour passed before the moment that turned the whole weekend. I was 'spooning' her from behind when she made it clear that another trip over my knee, right there and then, would be very welcomed. There certainly was no hesitation from me.

I kept the room dark as we returned to the "spanking chair" at the foot of my bed. It was well after midnight. She was nude. I had never spanked in the very late night, pitch dark setting, and I was aroused from the start. This was to be "hand-spanking deluxe" - and it was. I spanked long and very thoroughly. My hand-spanking technique, perfected over many years, was to use my right hand to spank her right bottom-cheek, while my left hand dealt with her left cheek, the nearer one to me. (She later commented that I must be left-handed, as her left bottom-cheek was more soundly punished.) I also believe that the palm must sting at least half as much as the bottom it is correcting, and a stinging palm is a small price to pay to turn a shapely female bottom a bright red.

Only now did I hear her moans - these were the sounds of a woman deeply reacting to a sexually charged spanking. My fears of us "clicking" had dissipated. My fingers roamed between her thighs - the moisture only reconfirmed what her sighs were making so very clear. After a good 15 minutes of hand-spanking, I felt the time was right to stop; her arousal was more than obvious.

She soon was seated on my lap. We kissed - openly and with passion. There was no talk of advanced degrees or lack of warm-ups. We parted lips, and she started kissing me all over. At my urging, she bit my nipples - an act that always aroused me. What followed was pleasant - very pleasant!!!

Back in bed, now well into the night, we cuddled once more - my small concerns had now vanished. We shared a common passion - and the weekend had just begun!!!

Saturday - day

My home area has no better weather than a crisp, sunny, autumn day. After coffee and small talk on my deck overlooking the lake I lived on, we set out for a country drive in the charming small towns north of where I live. It was a pleasant "get-to-know-the-rest-of-you" diversion.

Once back home in the early afternoon, I suggested she might enjoy a sample or two from my collection of spanking videos. I selected a classic English title of nearly 20 years ago called Sally's First Lesson - where shapely but unfortunate Sally undergoes plentiful chastisement, especially a caning over a Victorian style school desk. I badly needed a short nap due to insufficient sleep from the prior night's excitement. I excused myself and let her watch Sally's travails.

When I returned some 20 minutes later, V told me Sally had yet to get her caning (I had forgotten the English tend to discipline at a leisurely pace). We finished watching Sally suffer on video and then I chose an American tape or two. While V showed some interest, she finally commented, "I'd rather do these things than watch them."

Well then - nothing like a clear signal as to how to proceed!!!!

V readily draped herself over my knee when we entered my bedroom. I felt a surge of excitement as I bared her ultra-shapely bottom. I quickly recalled her desire for "anal play" on the menu - thus a rectal thermometer, latex exam gloves, and lubricant were in easy reach.

Like women I had known in the past, V reacted to any form of anal penetration by being calm and submissive. She did not resist as I parted her bottom-cheeks and lubricated her "rose-bud" prior to inserting the thermometer. I timed it as I spoke to her about the need for such intimate procedures before a sound spanking. She became even more submissive when I put on the latex exam glove, lubricated my finger, and inserted it deeply. She moaned softly - her mood now was ideal. She wished to explore thoroughly - and so did I!!!

The hand-spanking that followed was slow but thorough. I had assumed that she now sought only my hand, but I was wrong. To my deep surprise, she said, "Perhaps the hairbrush might be good." Was this the same V who was so critical of my hairbrush use only the night before? I was pleasantly surprised.

The V who was now over my knee clearly wanted to consume every aspect of discipline in my portfolio. Her body language was extremely suggestive. After she had absorbed a rather sound dose of my hairbrush, I instructed her to return over the stool. V is probably 2 or 3 inches shorter than the ideal height for my stool. That might have been part of the reason for her idea of ideal positioning. Instead of feet on the floor and draped over the stool, V moved forward with her palms on the floor, bottom squarely placed over the top cushion, and legs well off the floor, parallel to it. The posture was SO inviting. It told me that V wanted to experience the cane as intensely as possible. I was nothing short of delighted.

With her bottom exactly centred on the stool cushion and facing up, my cane strokes came directly down on her shapely hind-cheeks. My strokes were short but sharp. A couple of times the impact made her lunge forward, almost falling off the stool - but she promptly returned to position each time. We were now is total disciplinary harmony!

Once she absorbed some 6 to 8 cane strokes, V returned over my knee. I resumed hand-spanking, but with a milder level. Before long, I began to rub cream into her well punished buttocks. Her words and tone were soft and submissive - I found her simply delightful. I praised her attitude as she rose from over my knee to sitting on it. I told her I wanted to give her special pleasure - exactly the way she wanted it.

V then lay on her back on my bed. I put a blindfold on her in order to increase her sense of touch and hearing. I gazed at what was before me.

V has the body of a Playmate model - ultra curves, with a slim waist. Her breasts are full, but not too large - her nipples are ideal, and they were erect. I kissed them and sucked on the delightful nipples. I started to move downward, intending to give her extended oral pleasure. She cautioned me as to recent use of "Nair" in her most private region - then she changed her mind.

"Can you use two gloves on me - entering your fingers front and back please."

Hummmm - what an idea!!! Yes, OH YES, I can do that - she could not see my grin through her blindfold.

She heard me don the two gloves, both lubricated - then my left hand entered her vagina, and my right made its entry a bit further back. I went in and out vigorously. Her moans were soft at first, but as I intensified my digital efforts, her sounds became MUCH louder.

Oh ........ OH ........AHHHH ......Oh ....... AHHHH ....... UMMMM ..... OHHHH

It was, of course, music to my ears. Several minutes went by until the moans softened. I finally removed my fingers, then the gloves. I tenderly embraced her and she then rolled over to take her nap.

All this - and the evening still ahead - oh my, lucky, lucky, me!!!!!

Saturday - evening

V needed a rest - and I needed to go and buy our wine for dinner - a white Zinfandel was her choice. As I drove, my mind went to work on how to make the evening the highlight of her visit. My living room is the most charming location in my house - and the temperature had cooled just enough to call for a fire in my fireplace. Hummmmmm ........ the thoughts as to planning progressed nicely from there.

Upon return, I sat on my balcony as sunset approached. The dinner would be swordfish cooked outside over charcoal. I was relaxed and feeling pleasant anticipation. V came out to join me - delightfully dressed. She had on a silk (or silk-like) black pants-suit. Her clothes and make-up were perfect. Yes, she really was stunning - I enjoyed just looking at her. Our chat was friendly. Little did she know of all I had planned - but that was much of the fun.

Dinner was leisurely. V was a big help. She mixed a delicious salad dressing as I cooked outside. While enjoying the food, we chatted over candlelight. The tenseness of the dinner conversation of the night before had vanished.

Once dinner was done I build a fire. V was again helpful in the kitchen. I next moved some "props" to the living room, including, of course, my cane.

The warm fire with its bright flame was ideal. It was all the light we needed and it created a perfect fantasy tone. It was obvious V wanted to go explore even beyond what we had already done.

The hand-spanking was firm - my left hand especially did its task. The sting in my palms only confirmed the lesson to her bottom was being properly given. I felt V could be hand-spanked all night long - she was that insatiable as to over the knee discipline.

But I had more in mind. Positioning is essential - and I wanted something new. In front of my fireplace was a circular, firmly stuffed white stool of sorts. It was used as a seat when building a fire. It was only 12 inches high and, as I had anticipated, simply ideal to kneel on. V was now nude after her hand-spanking, and she was instructed to kneel on the low white stool, her palms on the floor. The result was remarkable. The posture was simply delightful. With her hands a foot lower than her knees, her bottom was up at the perfect height and near ideal angle. I made the angle totally perfect by insisting that V move her hands back toward the stool - thus making her torso touch the front of her thighs. The result was a jack-knifed or hair-pin posture, where she was doubled over with her bottom at the apex.

I soon realized another advantage to this position. When over the 3 foot bedroom stool my aim with the cane had to be precise or the stripe could wind up in unwanted territory, either too high or too low. But with this low white stool, the cane would impact the lower portion of her bottom, and where it met her thighs, every time - and no matter how firmly I gave the stroke!!!

Intensity of discipline and the emotion has always been my ultimate goal - and it was V's too. Now she was in the ideal posture, with the ideal lighting and setting, and the mood between us was also ideal. The moment was at hand ......

SSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT

V lunged forward as the cane's impact almost swept her off the stool. She gasped at the impact. Yet, it was clear she was easily able to internalise the stroke - my fondest hopes were being met.

"Back in position young lady - hands back further - arch that bottom high - do as you are told!!!!"

The pattern was repeated - the cane stroke, her lunging forward, her gasps (which grew louder) and then her eventual return to the perfect punishment posture. I felt I was near heaven - and I could feel she might have been too.

I gave her five or six this way. My rational brain never turns off when giving discipline. I want never to go too far. I told her to return over my knee. Her bottom was remarkable for how much it could take, while showing so little as to marks. I resumed hand-spanking, but my words softened.

"Do you finally feel I am strict enough???"

"Well ......... I guess so."

"GUESS so? You GUESS so???? I was simply incredulous. Days later V and I would laugh about "guess so" as the saying of the weekend, but no laughing now.

The signal was a clear as a woman could send - she wanted MORE of the cane over that stool. Oh yes - I would certainly comply with that signal.

V soon found herself again kneeling on the stool - I firmly directed her to the proper posture again.

SSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWIIIIIIITTTTTTTT

She nearly fell off the stool this time - but again she slowly returned to position. This woman was nothing short of amazing. There were perhaps 3 or 4 more - by then I was sure even V had reached her limit. It was only days later that she confided that her wish to truly cry came so very close that second time over the low white stool. Had I known, there would have been one or two more strokes - yet, I truly thought she had had enough.

Words seem insufficient to describe the sight of V in the glowing light of the fire, so bent over, so delightfully displaying the most shapely bottom I had ever seen - and then the physical and vocal reaction to the firmest cane strokes I had ever given. Perhaps this truly was spanking fantasy heaven that I had suddenly entered.

V was back over my lap again, but not for more spanking. My words were gentle to her. I wanted to enjoy her submissive mood and intensify it. My finger gently entered her rear passage as she was draped over my knee. Her moan was soft - she recalled this moment fondly days later. My left hand gently roamed her lower back. We were slowly coming down from the high of what had just occurred.

Could I have asked for more - not really.

Sunday

The perfect fall weather of the day before had given way to clouds and a bit of drizzle. I was just getting out of bed as V asked me to look at her bottom. She was nude of course and the sight amazed me. Yes, there were a few marks from the cane where her bottom met her thighs, but they were rather faint. How could this woman take so much and show so little?? I knew she was proud of what she could take - and I could only admire it.

We drove to breakfast at a casual restaurant a few miles away. We chatted on several topics, including what we wanted in the future. I knew V was going through a lot of changes and had a lot of challenges ahead in her real day-to-day life. By now, she had seen my two sides - the friendly gentleman who was trying his best to be a good host, and the strict disciplinarian who had just given her several canings, the last of which was the most severe I had ever given.

As the afternoon began, I was expecting a quiet few hours before the drive to the airport began. I was wrong, of course. She asked me if I gave enemas - I said yes. She asked how and I told her I used Fleet syringes, which were new to her. She said she wanted one, but for therapeutic reasons. I smiled, and I even half believed her.

She was over my knee again in the bedroom as I inserted and emptied the syringe in her bowels. I started to time it - a full five minutes. I spoke softly to her as she lay quietly over my knee. My left had gently massaged her lower back. It had become almost natural for her to be over my knee by now, and we both knew it. When the five minutes had exactly passed, I let her up over my knee for her trip to the bathroom.

Even then there was one more surprise. I had started watching football when she came in with something to show me.

"Here is an advantage of having fun with someone like me. You said something about needles and injections, so I brought some for you - let me show you how to use them."

Her lesson was thorough - all the steps to ensure safety and hygiene. Then, with a smile, she said, So, do you want to practice on me????

She was once again back over my knee on the living room couch. I had never done this before. And my "practice" included injecting two syringes - one for each delightful bottom-cheek. We later exchanged stories as to distant youthful memories of needles being given in the bottom, and how exciting the recollection was.

The drive to the airport was uneventful - nothing like the Friday traffic that gave me the fear of being late. She said it was not necessary for me to park and come in; she simply wanted to be dropped off. I thought to myself that this would be best.

I helped her with her bags at the curb-side. We hugged and then a quick kiss or two. "I had a great time - I really did." I believed her closing words.