Spanking an Older Woman

I intend to write fiction (short stories, mainly) that include spanking and corporal punishment within the confines of a committed and romantic relationship. While I hone my craft, please enjoy my first attempt. The following is a true story.

My first adult spanking experience (outside of dreaming about it for years and years) occurred when I was in my first year of college. I was an older student, (having served in the military before college) and during the winter semester I took a class from a tall, lovely, elegant older woman who was also an associate instructor at the microbiology department. I was 25 at the time and she was 40.

In contrast to my obvious shyness and naivete, she was smart, confident, classy and had a natural air of authority and sophistication. She was well-educated and had lived in Washington D.C. for several years prior to moving back west. Needless to say, I felt attracted to her immediately, but I also felt that she was way out of my league.

During the first few weeks of class, I managed to overcome my natural shyness and went beyond simply asking questions related to the subject matter. I found that we had a lot in common and I immensely enjoyed our back and forth banter during class discussions. Soon I found the nerve to talk to her after class and invited her for coffee. To my surprise, she was friendly and outgoing and she gladly accepted my invitation. After chatting for awhile, she told me that she was new in town also, was recently divorced, and hadn't made many friends yet. I soon found myself thinking about her constantly, but nothing happened between us. She was very professional and I knew she would not risk her job by dating a student in her class.

After the semester ended, I couldn't resist any further and asked her to share dinner in my off-campus apartment. She smiled and accepted my invitation immediately. I was living by myself at the time and my tiny place was not much to look at, but it was cozy enough and I made it look nice. I made a tasty dinner of lasagna, bread and red wine, and we ate to the sound of soft music playing in the other room. I lit a few scented candles as well. We had a very pleasant conversation, and I felt very relaxed.

After we finished eating there was a long uncomfortable silence. I looked at her and quietly confessed that I felt very attracted to her. She smiled and told me that she had felt the same way about me since the first day of class. I took her hand, and she gently squeezed it in return. I then leaned over and we had our first kiss right there at the dinner table. Slow kisses became more passionate, and soon we were kissing and making out on the couch. I still remember the flickering candlelight.

Within a few days we had progressed to going to bed together. I hadn't had many women before, and sexual intercourse with her was incredible. She knew exactly what to do to make me relax and feel confident with her, and it seems like we made love constantly. About three weeks later, after a lovemaking session, we were both naked and lying in bed. I was on my stomach and on the brink of dozing off when I felt her soft hand slap my butt. She did it again. I asked her what she was doing, and then she giggled, did it again, and said "I'm spanking you".

I kept my cool as best I could (keep in mind that I had been fantasizing about spanking for years at that point) and with my heart pounding I told her that I can give as good as I can get, so she had better stop before I turned the tables and spanked her in return. She smiled broadly and laughed deeply and said "I wish you would!" I sat up and motioned her to lay down, and she stretched out prone on the bed with her hips on top of a pillow.

I gazed in wonder at her incredible buttocks and felt a surge of passion rising up through my body. I swear, her naked ass was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It just took my breath away. I couldn't believe that after thinking about spanking for so long, it was finally going to happen. Nervously, I rubbed her bottom gently and gave it a few light taps. She moaned softly and wriggled her hips, and quietly said "you can go harder than that". I smiled and started spanking her even more firmly and quickly than before. She moaned again, and wiggled her bottom and said "even harder please".

Soon, I was spanking her firmly and it took a good 35 loud smacks before I heard any sound of discomfort from her. By this time her cheeks were nice and pink, and I could tell that she was aroused as well. I decided to really go for it, so I stopped spanking her and stood up.

I told her to stand up, and as I sat on the edge of the bed I instructed her to lay across my lap. She smiled and came to my side, and quietly told me that she wanted nothing more than for me to give her a real spanking. She asked me to give it to her hard and fast, and that I shouldn't be afraid of hurting her. I nodded, and gazed once more at her lovely naked body standing before me. I gently took her wrist and guided her across my knee. She stopped on the way down to give me a big kiss, and then settled in across my lap. She said "I know it will hurt, but that's OK. I want a real spanking and I want you to give it to me. Please spank me".

I slapped her upturned bottom, first on one cheek and then the other. Soon the spanking progressed to a series of rapid fire, hard spanks and her ass was turning scarlet. She struggled a bit, but somehow I instinctively knew that she wanted me to hold her down and continue spanking in spite of the pain. It wasn't long before I could tell that she was crying real tears and her bottom was burning hot. After about a dozen more spanks I let her up and held her on my lap. She lay there and sobbed for a few minutes as I gently caressed her hair and kissed the tears from her lovely face.

From that point on, spanking was an integral part of our relationship and turning her over my lap was a common occurrence.