Driving home from Matt’s after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to tingle, my senses were sharp, I felt really alive for the first time in years and my pussy was still damp. I was on a natural high from which I did not want to come down, far better than any alcohol induced high that I had ever been on.
I must admit that I had trouble concentrating on my driving and was most pleased to arrive home in one piece. On Matt’s advice I drew a hot bubble bath and I lay soaking, a glass of wine close to hand and let the memories of that evening float through my mind. Oh the excitement of going over Matt’s knee for the first time, the tension as he raised my skirt and petticoat and the suspense as I waited for that first spank. My free hand automatically slipped down between my legs and my fingers played their familiar tune on my clit, it did not take long before once again I climaxed.
My first spanking was all so clear in my mind and it was to stay that way for many days. At work I would find myself looking at my computer screen but not seeing the words and figures that were there. I saw images of Matt’s home, the dungeon and most of all the schoolroom. Oh, the schoolroom, how many times each day did the images of the blackboard, the teacher’s desk and chair and the authentic school desks play upon my mind! The canes, oh the canes standing in their holder in the corner. I wondered many times if I could stand the pain of a caning, knowing of course that Matt would stop immediately if I used the safe word.
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