This time of year, Christmas time, reminds me of a time when I was approached by a woman I know who needed a stress reliever. This happened about 8 years ago. Wow, time flies when you are having fun. I had met this woman online via a BDSM site. She was quite a bit older then me, as a matter of fact, I think she was old enough to be my mother. We chatted for a few weeks before meeting for lunch one day. She was charming, funny and attentive. A very beautiful woman. I remember first meeting her, she looked me up and down and commented on how young I looked. I smiled and replied, doesn't matter what my age is, what matters is how well you will take my bare hand on your ass. Needless to say, we shared many laughs during that Christmas. We both came to the conclusion at that first lunch that we would never go beyond a friendship. She had a hard time being anything other then friends with a man who was her sons age. She worked 2 jobs during Christmas. Her full time job and a part time job at the mall for Christmas money.
I got an email from her one morning asking for a favor. Being the nice guy I was and thinking a friend needs help, who am I to turn down a friend. Especially someone as hot as she is. I'm thinking she wants me to help her bring a tree home, or hang some lights. I responded said sure, what is it you need help with. Her email reply was her phone number and a request to call her as soon as I could. Fumbling for the phone, I called her back. It was like I just heard my name on the radio for a contest and I had 30 seconds to call. She was laughing when she answered the phone and commented that I was quick. "I hope your not so quick in other things you do." Did I mention she LOVED to tease and torment the fuck out of me? Yes we both agreed to keep it a friendship, but that didn't mean we could tease one another. After a few more flirts, I finally asked her out of frustration what she wanted help with. After a moment of silence, I growled (something I am good at with submissives) "Spit it out, I do not have all day!"
I could here her take in a deep breath and then she held it. "I need a release."
"What sort of release?" More silence. "Look, I don't have all day and I do not have patience for a woman who wants something but is then silent." Sometimes you just know what someone wants but they cant or don't want to say it.
Another deep breath. "My part time job is very stressful with all the customers and manager on my back. I have an employee meeting and I am too stressed to go to it. I need a release. I need you to give me a good hard discipline spanking to relieve the stress. Can you please help me?" I so love a woman that begs and pleads. Damn she had me hook line and sinker. Friend? Hell yes I will be a friend and help a friend in need.
Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. Ok, here is a woman I lust over and she is pleading with me to spank her ass. Oh but wait. There is a submissive who is with me. A sub who I enjoy spending time with. A sub I am being a mentor to, helping her, giving her a place to stay because her current situation is bad. So instead of quickly replying yes I will, I tell my friend she must seek permission from the submissive staying with me.
Hey, look, yes I am an asshole, yes I am the Dominate, yes I am strict and stern, but I am also nice and considerate of others. I think that is what makes me a good Dom. Plus a humiliating a submissive into asking another for permission to receive a spanking from me works too. My submissive spoke with her, I heard her giggle a few times, did I mention she was younger and in college? She came back to me in about 5 mins, handed me the phone and asked me with her cute girly eyes if she could watch, said it loud enough that the friend on the phone could hear her. The gasp that came through the phone was loud enough we all heard it. Hell I think the neighbor next door heard it. I smiled, put the phone to my ear and replied, "Did you hear that?" With a chuckle I winked at my submissive.
And another deep breath. "Oh please, I don't know if I can let her watch. Maybe this was a bad idea."
I laughed my evil laugh. For those who have heard it, is the hair standing up on your neck now remembering that laugh? Good. I growled, "I will see you in 10 minutes and YES, she will be watching." I gave her directions to my place and hung up. 10 minutes on the dot, there was a knock at the door. I answered the door, looking at the top of my friends head. This was a side I had never seen. She always met me eye to eye. Now I was seeing the submissive in her. She mumbled a nervous hello and asked permission to enter. Stepping aside, I allow her in. Let me paint the picture before me. She came in the door, turned and stood 2 feet from me. I had to push her in a little more, just so I could shut the door. A woman, who was about 5'4" and 100 pounds on a wet day stood before me, back to me, dressed in black jeans and a red sweater. Her long brown hair was in a pony tail, her sweet perfume flooded my nostrils. I walked around in front of her, she was still looking at the floor. Her hands were crossed in front of her, fingers locked together. You could smell the nervousness. Her perfume could not hide it. I looked over her shoulder to my submissive and motioned with my hand for her to take my friend by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. My submissive grabbed her clammy wet hands and lead her down the hall to the bedroom. I came in a few minutes later to find my friend still standing, head lowered, hands in front of her and stiff as a board. My submissive was quietly standing in the corner. Her corner, a corner she knew all too well. That's a different post. I used my hand, picked her chin up so our eyes could meet. I asked her to take a deep breath and relax. We discussed how much she wanted, a safe word, and what the limits were. A simple bare handed spanking, no sexual contact and no safe word needed. I was to use my own judgement on how many and how long and how hard to administer the spanking. I sat on the edge of the bed, told her to pull her jeans down to the ankles, including panties and lay across my left knee. She looked like a nervous 19yo virgin. She was trembling. I took her cold clammy hands in mine, firmly squeezed them and told her to take a deep breath. "This is what you want. Everything will be fine."
She laid herself across my knee, her elbows and hands on my bed. I placed my left arm across her back to hold her in place, left hand holding her waist to keep her from sliding off. My right hand rubbed and caressed her firm tight ass. I asked once more if she wanted a safe word. She shook her head. I told her I wanted a word response. "No Sir, I do not need one."
The first swat was soft and gentle. She second and third were a little firmer. The fourth and fifth were across the back of her thighs. A little rubbing, a little pinching, a smile and laugh, I looked over at my submissive who was standing in her corner, red faced. The sixth swat came more forceful then the others. That's when I felt my friend relax. Her body turned warm, she laid her face on the bed, and her chest rose and fell with long deep breaths. Body actions tell you everything. She wanted it hard. Then I remember her asking, I want a discipline spanking. I asked, "Have you been a mean bitch to the customers at work?" "Yes Sir I have been. I am sorry Sir."
After about 30 minutes, she stood, her ass red and welted. The nerves in her legs and ass were on fire. The goose bumps were like mountains. She stood before me, pulled her panties and jeans up. she gritted her teeth as the rough denim pulled across her legs. She smiled at me. Thanked me and kissed my lips. I walked her to the door and as I opened the door, she turned to me, thanked me once more and smiled. As she walked out the door, I swatted her ass once more. I returned to my room and found my submissive still standing in the corner. We discussed what happened, enjoyed a moment, which I wont go into and went about our day.
The next morning, about 6am, there was a knock on the door. Grumbling as I went to the door, I peered through the peep hole and saw my friend standing there. I opened the door and asked why she was banging on my door at 6 in the morning. She asked to come in, but didn't wait for my response. She had a spring in her step, a broad smile and looked like a little girl who just got her first Barbi. "Why are you in such a good mood?" I asked as I closed the door. When I turned around, she was standing on her tip toes and her lips met mine. Not expecting this I resisted slightly, but gave in when I felt her tongue on my lips. After the kiss, she pulled away, thanked me many time for yesterday and said, "I couldn't wait, I had to come as soon as I could to show you." She turned and bounced down the hall to my bed room. I called after her, "Show me what?" When I entered my bedroom, she was bent over my bed, her pants around her ankles, no panties on. What was before me was art. Beautiful art. Her ass and back of her legs was a beautiful mix of purples and reds. Several hand prints were visible still. I reached out and gently touched the bruises. The day before, her skin was soft and smooth. Today her ass was welted, hot and tender. I admired my handy work, pun intended, and smiled broadly.
She stood, pulled her pants up, kissed me once more and walked out. As I bid her a good day and swatted her once more, sorry, couldn't resist. I smiled, shut the door behind her and turned to go take a shower. I said to myself, "What a good friend I am."
I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.