Before You Spank,
first ask how they make a living.
(ten years of spanking)
Dec 29, 2003 MARKED 10 YEARS SINCE I FIRST FOUND THE ONLINE SPANKING
COMMUNITY. THIS IS ANOTHER IN A SERIES OF MY OWN EXPERIENCES OVER
THE LAST 10 YEARS. MOST OF THESE ARE NOT SPANKING STORIES, PER
SE. THEY ARE DETAILS OF SITUATIONS THAT LEAD TO SPANKINGS.
It was circa 1995 and I was looking forward to meeting Iris. I
had known her online for probably about a year. We began chatting
in IM's and she seemed like a really nice lady, or should I say,
a nice kinky lady. I always enjoyed our conversations and she
was just bratty enough to get me to cross the line from "Yeah,
I'd like to warm her backside," straight to, "I want to spank
the absolute living daylights out of her."
One barrier to our meeting was logistical in nature. Iris lived
on the West coast while I was in NY. So, it seemed IM conversations
would have to suffice, along with the occasional phone call. I
enjoyed the online role-playing we engaged in and of course, I
would threaten to spank her all the time. OK, perhaps I threatened
to give her more than a mere spanking. I can recall a time where
I threatened to give her an enema too. OK, maybe I made that threat
more than just once. I also recall promising to use a butt plug
on her. Yeah, I guess I told her that more than once too.
I was delighted when I was told that Iris was going to visit a
mutual female friend of ours, who lived about an hour away from
me. We all made plans to meet on Saturday night. I remember driving
to my friends house and meeting Iris. We ordered pizza and were
all sitting around chatting when Iris looks at me and says, "Steven,
do you realize that you had never asked me what I do for a living?"
I looked at Iris and thought to myself, "Oh no, she's a cop."
While I smiled at her with my teeth, I managed to say, "Well,
I was always too busy spanking you, I guess. "Besides, I usually
don't ask questions like that." Iris looked at me and said, "Well,
aren't you curious to know what I do?" By this point, my heart
jumped into my throat. Finally, I managed to say, "OK, um, what
do you do for a living?" Iris smiled at me, yet again with her
teeth. She didn't say a word, but instead, handed me a business
card. When I read it, it said, "Iris Jones, Ordained Minister."
Before I could stop, my mouth dropped open and the words, "Jesus
Christ!" slipped out. I looked at Iris and said, "Oh sorry. My
God!" Whoops, I had goofed up yet again. Everyone in the house
(there were around 5 of us) started laughing. I looked at Iris
and said, "I can't believe I now have threatened to give a minister
a butt fucking, a spanking and an enema." After that experience,
I began to make one of my first questions, "So, what do you do
for a living?" That's a far cry from a vanilla man's first IM
to many women of, "So, what size cup to you wear?"
Iris did get a good sound spanking that day, after I got over
the shock of what she did for a living. I do believe over the
next week or so, she gave most of her sermons standing up.
Steven (Active in the online spanking community since 1993)
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