The Plane Ride

On the airplane….I just couldn’t sit still….I knew I would be meeting this man that was a stranger…but he wasn’t a stranger…. we had talked for about a year…and I knew what was coming…. he had told me I had gotten away with too much for too long….that I ruled my house with ‘iron panties’.

Funny….I didn’t feel as if I had control over anything at this point.

The plane landed….and I knew who he was immediately…..and he knew it was me….he kissed me….and led me to the car….I almost felt like I was outside of my body…..watching….got into his car…and he felt my pussy….it was wet…..there was no turning back now…..oh god…..I knew what was coming….he commented on the fact that I was shaking….I was embarrassed…couldn’t explain why…..got to his house….and then said quick hello to the English people staying at his house….and immediately he got me on the boat….it was nice…felt the warm air….the…freedom of being away from the shit I had been living with for just this while.

It would be okay….then he stopped the boat…and said Joy…I am going to give you that spanking now that we have discussed…we need to do this….get it done…and go on…..my heart stopped….I had never been spanked in my life…I immediately felt the moisture in my panties..not to mention the pounding of my heart…he led me over the captains chair…bound my hands with cut up nylons…and rubbed my back as he got out his bag…not saying a word…..he pulled out these items…my eyes were closed..my heart was pounding…my god I was so vulnerable and….hot…soooo very hot….I wouldn’t let myself look at them….I knew what they were…..so I kept my eyes closed as he pulled my skirt up..all the way to my breasts..and my panties down…and told me to spread my legs….then he told me exactly what he was going to do to me..that I was going to be getting my spanking now…for acting like a spoiled brat..and I couldn’t speak….I just nodded….he rubbed my ass.

I was shaking….inside I was screaming…..but…I only wanted him to take over…..I needed this…I knew I did….then he proceeded to spank my ample ass with his hands….he told me what he was doing as he was doing it…..24 spanks….3 on each cheek….1…his hands…my god.that hurt….my feet kicked…and I am still now sure what I said…I just…winced.waiting….then he got the belt……3 on each cheek….my knees were barely able to hold me up….I was on fire….my pussy was throbbing….so many raw emotions were surfacing….I was…feeling the pain…..then the crop….3 on each cheek…ohhh god..

I asked for him to please stop…it was hurting….ohhhh god…please..but he said no…we are going to finish this ….then the hairbrush….by then I could barely stand up…..my knees…were barely holding me..

I was trying so hard to get my hands free…my ass was on fire….but he kept on….and when he finished…..I just laid over the chair…free…my ass burning….on fire….then the cool soothing lotion was applied…oh my god…..the fire…started to go to my pussy now….the load was lifted off my shoulders now.

I had been spanked….and I took it….and now….it was time for pleasure…..and he rubbed my hot ass…and then moved his large hands to the middle of my weak knees…holding me up…..I was squirming..grinding back against him.wanting more of him….wanting him to fuck me now…I needed to be filled up…..his hands kept exploring me..as I was bound helplessly and totally at his mercy…..and I loved it….I loved the loss of control…I loved having him do this to me….and then he stopped….and I could hear his pants come off..yet …a hand never left my body….stayed on my pussy…..til he slowly touched the tip of my swollen pussy lips….and teased me….I was almost screaming for it..wanting him to ram me…to fuck me….to please..dear godddd fill me….and he did….and I exploded …I screamed…..I cried…..it was beautiful..)

4 thoughts on “The Plane Ride”

  1. I think this captures so well the experience of needing a spanking for many years, fantasizing about it, probably crying over the need, and finally getting it fulfilled.

    It also brings me back to my increasingly common thoughts about how many people might even live next-door to someone craving a spanking or burning to give one and never know it.
    The number of people who are finally pushed into action to seek spanking after maybe years of dreaming and suffering are a small proportion.
    That is true in any category. It might be a desire to ride horses or take up music, buy new shoes or anything. The barrier to action is what prevents most people from acting most of those things.

    I have learned as a marketing consultant that if I can give prospective customers permission to act in a category and lower the barrier that it may be even more effective than increasing motivation.

    You wouldn’t believe the number of places I’ve used this technique from spurring people to enroll in college to switching cell phone carriers. It’s a constant human condition. We only act when our motivation exceeds the barrier. And this is probably something no one is interested in so I’ll stop now.

    1. I started working on a post about those with EXTREME paranoia of being found to be a spanko. In my experience, those of my generation started acting to get spanked at about 44. Ages of those in a spanking group of over almost 200.

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