Chapter Twelve
Maggie let her breath hiss out in weary relief once the girls left. Talk about uncomfortable.
A married man.
Huh! Maggie winced at the insult all over again. Surely they didn’t think so little of her? She’d never come between a man and wife.Never.
She wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. With a glass of wine in hand, she dropped into her favorite chair, retrieved the envelope from inside her bra and ripped it open.
Connor. The corset was from Connor. A slow smile crept across her lips, and yearning twisted like fast-growing ivy around her heart. Maybe things between them weren’t broken. Three days to wait.
She’d missed him during the last few weeks. The long-legged blondes at the pub… Maggie cut off the thought immediately. She could hardly yell at Connor for sleeping with someone else when she’d agreed to the terms, agreed to be his fuck buddy. So why did jealousy eat at her? Why did she feel as if he’d rejected her?
An impatient sigh huffed from her, and she wrinkled her nose with a trace of disgust. She knew why, but didn’t want to rehash the past and her romantic failures. The motor vehicle accident and resulting tempest in the papers when she was eighteen had not only caused pain, it had embarrassed both her and her former boyfriend. It had made her realize he’d wanted her for sex.
Nothing else.
As he’d so cruelly explained during their last meeting, why should he settle for a chubby nobody when his looks and money left him free to choose any woman he wanted? He’d chosen a beautiful blonde model, a woman opposite to Maggie in every way. Was it any wonder she held a prejudice against bubbly blondes with long legs and flashing smiles?
Maggie pushed aside the destructive thoughts and blogged. Connor had sent her the corset and wanted her to meet him in a hotel. That didn’t sound like rejection. Besides, the way he’d phrased the note, couching it as an order rather than a request, made her sizzling hot all over, her pussy aching and empty.
Roll on Friday evening.
I think about my first spanking often, wondering what it will be like and how it will affect me. I ponder if I’ll hate it and want to forget about spanking for the rest of my life. When I question, I worry. What if I’ve created a big hullabaloo about nothing?
I’ve mentioned before I’ve done a huge amount of reading and research. Each couple is different, and I’ve stressed the most important thing between a consenting couple is good communication.
It surprised me to discover a good spanking experience is a learned skill. People in the spanking world say not to expect too much at first. Spanking should be fun for both partners. Yes, I know the theory, but it will be difficult if my lover hates spanking and I love it or vice versa.
I don’t believe spanking is the first step into the heavier BDSM scene. Many couples go no further than spanking. This is enough for them. It’s not even necessary to assume dominant and submissive roles, although I believe I’ll feel happier and derive more pleasure from receiving the spanking. My lover isn’t the submissive sort and that’s fine with me. What I crave is the closeness that comes afterward, the freedom to let myself go and offer my lover the responsibility for our pleasure.
A first spanking should be free of distractions and take place in a relaxing setting. My upcoming weekend will fulfill these requirements with lots of kisses and tender touches, careful stroking to start. I hope so anyway. Evidently practice makes perfect because like anything, a good spanking is learned. Much like lovemaking, a couple needs to experiment with positions, scenarios and spanking implements.
For a first spanking, the position should be comfortable for both parties such as draping over knees or a chair.
Should a spanking hurt? I bet that’s what most of you want to know. Yes, it will hurt, although that’s not the primary aim. Erotic stimulation is the purpose of a spanking—lots of stroking, touching and rubbing. Nakedness isn’t necessary. It’s best to remove clothes or panties gradually, because the sensations vary from clothed to bare skin. The smacks should dance over the buttocks. The flesh should sting, the sensations building to a crescendo. A pretty blush is the aim rather than bruises.
The person doing the spanking needs to look for subtle signals such as raising hips to meet the blows, a sign the experience is enjoyable. The person receiving the spanking needs to say what they like and dislike during the experience. Around a dozen strokes are sufficient for a first spanking and it’s best to end the session with hugs and lovemaking.
Afterwards, discuss the spanking—what worked and what didn’t.
So, there you have it—suggestions for a successful spanking. All I need to do is put the theory into practice.
So, time for sharing. How was your first spanking? Were you disappointed? Did you enjoy the experience?
The days passed slowly, and Friday found Maggie fidgety and unable to settle to anything. Fridays sucked.
“What is wrong with you?” Susan asked. “I asked you to pass the sugar, please.”
A blush suffused her face. Her entire body hummed with arousal from thinking about the coming night with Connor. “Sorry.”
“Have a hot date tonight?” Connor asked with a grin.
“You’re not meetinghimagain,” Susan said in clear exasperation. “You should stay at home, or better yet, come to a movie with me.”
“Who are you seeing?” Connor asked.
If she’d sat closer, she’d have aimed a kick in his direction. Her pointy shoes would do damage. “None of your business.”
