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Last night I got the first spanking of my adult life - in fact, the first since I can remember.  And true to her word, my girlfriend Zoe made it a good one!  As she promised, she had me in tears and didn’t stop there!  I think it’s fair to say it was ‘the slippering of my life’!

Nearly twenty-four hours later I was still sore - and she quite happily suggested we do it again!  My first reaction was ‘No way!’ but, fortunately, ‘Are you crazy?’ came out as, “Well…”

You see, I’d waited a long time (at least it seemed like) to find someone who would spank me.  Now that I had someone, I definitely didn’t want to discourage her - and I (nearly as strongly) didn’t want another already.  If I said ‘no’, would it be a month, a year?

“Wow,” I said at last, “Glad you enjoyed it.  How about tomorrow night?” I suggested this with a shiver, but it was an excited shiver.  I wasn’t sure I’d be ready - that is, I didn’t know if my butt would be - but it was thrilling to think that I’d be spanked again.

“Okay,” she agreed easily, “but you have to be good until then.”

“Define ‘good’,” I questioned.

“You have to obey me, keep me happy, and do everything I say,” she supplied in the simplest terms.

“Or?”

“Or you get your spanking now.”

This was a kind of sexy suggestion - though not something I’d want as a long-term arrangement.  “Just this once, right?”

“We’ll see,” is all she’d say.  “And these things I’ll have you do, they won’t all be sexy.”

That was disappointing.  Everything she’d had me do last night - or done to me - was definitely ‘sexy’.

“Okay, agreed.”

“Oh”, she retorted, “this isn’t an agreement - it’s information.”  I could tell she was sorta-kidding - and again, I knew we wouldn’t be doing this long-term.  “Now, I suggest that you check the bathroom, the kitchen, and the carpets - before I do.”

I did that - they didn’t need much, we keep up with things around here - folded a few last pieces of laundry, put some stuff in the hamper.

Other stuff was better - make her a dessert - in the oven - with whipped cream topping - that got a little sexy - while I was only half-dressed.  Re-watch a movie of her choosing without looking at my phone or anything (at least it wasn’t one I hated) - and I painted her toenails during it, though not to her satisfaction.

“That’s going on your spanking,” she claimed, which, again, was thrilling and worrisome to hear.

Coffee in the morning and a further warning for not knowing how to make it (I brought her sweetener and creamer rather than putting in the right amount of each myself).  “This is all adding up!  Your poor bottom!  Or should I say, your poor, poor, poor bottom!”  This was soon followed by my ‘one warning’ for cheerfulness!

The fact was, I was pretty cheerful - this is what I’d wanted, the spanking part anyway, and some bossiness on her part, and I knew that we’d either set up some ground rules or play it by ear.

After work it was largely similar - she had me run an errand on the way home, then get her wine, rub her feet and ‘put her in a good mood’ with my tongue.

“Your bottom will definitely thank you,” she told me.  “As do I.  Me and your poor, poor bottom!”

When I cleaned up after dinner I had to strip because ‘you’ll be getting spanked on the bare’, she said.  Despite her dire threats, I was pretty aroused, while she seemed disturbingly ‘enthusiastic’ (she had just had a climax).

“Despite all your lovely pampering, I’m still in the mood to spank you,” she informed me as she sat waiting for me to bend over her lap.  Last night when I suggested it, I really had nothing to spank you for - but you’ve managed to add a few.  Little ones…”

“Oh good,” I said.

“But then there’s all this arousal!  Ow!” she added as she slapped the slipper against her palm - hard.  “It’s very naughty.”

“It is?” I asked hopelessly.

“Don’t you think so?  Well, it is!” she insisted, while using the toe of the slipper to stroke me in (I admit) about the naughtiest way possible.  “I really must spank you for all this naughtiness!”

What could I do?  To say no would end my dream of having a spanking girlfriend…

Once over her lap, I jumped reflexively in response to a couple of light smacks.

“Oh, come on,” she said.  “I know you’re not still sore…” and she gave me a very hard smack on each cheek.

“Whew - ow…” I breathed.

“That’s better.  Maybe a little sore, no surprise.” 

And with that we were off.

After completely roasting my backside, she remarked, “Even more tears than last time - maybe you really were sore.

“Now, just be good until bedtime, unless you want another one.”

"I don’t," I assured her. 

'Until bedtime’ turned out to be not very long at all (about as soon as I calmed down and was allowed out of the corner) because she was so anxious to ‘reward’ me for ‘being so good’ - including being so good at ‘pampering’.  She was quite very good at pampering, herself.

“Now that you know what they’re like, I’ll let you decide when you get your next one,” she told me and we drifted toward sleep.  “I’m ready anytime.”

From one of my favorite artists (felt no joy at all in censoring it, but ya know, what’re ya gonna do)

Happy Rhinovember! Eros won the fanart poll so the runner-ups get to have some time to themselves~

Forest Family