A Very Sore Bottom for Sandra!

The garden gate squeaked as I walked up the path and I wondered how many other guys had heard that squeak in similar circumstances. I was carrying my brief case but unlike its usual contents such as files, work related paperwork and the like, today it was acting as camoflage for a leather tawse and various other implements for bringing a rosy flush to women’s bottoms (I also had a full length school cane standing up in the poacher’s pocket in the back lining of my Barbour jacket!). Anyway, this wasn’t work. I had joined one of those web sites where the common interest was spanking. People who either wanted to spank fellow members or who other members to spank them! I was a member of the former category and the lady I was calling on was one of the latter!
I had been writing to Sandra for some weeks now, firstly through the site itself but that had proved restrictive and eventually we had agreed to meet outside; well, we had agreed to email each other by addresses away from the spanking site and having got as far as the odd telephone conversation we had finally agreed to meet for real. I was really excited at the prospect of finally meeting Sandra and carrying out those practices which we had been fantasising about for so long, into reality. We had always been very open about the effect spanking had on us and most of our telephone, email or instant messenger conversations had ended in both of us breathing very hard and having to reach for tissues.
I had told her that it was part of my fantasies that she should not wear jeans and that she should expect to be spanked in a shortish dark skirt, barely black or tan stockings and suspenders …….. but I might occasionally allow hold-ups……. and plain black or white knickers. I should also prefer a plain white or cream front buttoned top and an underwired lacy white bra. She should also be wearing black high heeled shoes. She had assured me that this would be no problem! I rang the bell and waited with my pulse racing.

The door was opened by a woman in jeans and trainers weraing a sloppy sweater. She smiled at my open mouth and reddening complexion and invited me inside.
“Did you find it easily?” she enquired casually, “would you like a cup of tea?”
I followed her into the kitchen and when we go there after agreeing that a cup of tea would be nice and that I had had no real trouble finding the house, asked her why she had so radically ignored my wishes and dressed in this sloppy way.
“Oh well” she giggled ” I wanted you to have a reason for doing what you’ve come here to do!
I put my tea down and put my arms round her waist and fondled her bum. She pressed her fanny against my cock and grinned when she felt it stirring behind my fly zip! I took her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen and into her lounge where the curtains were already closed.
“You’re a very naughty girl” I told her and sitting in the middle of the sofa pulled her bodily over my lap. I gave her a dozen or so hand spanks with increasing severity across the seat of her jeans during which she stuck her bottom out provocatively but although she wriggled a bit on my lap there was something missing. I stood up.
“You are going to dress properly for this Sandra” I told her, “and I am going to dress you for it!……….. We are going upstairs and I am going to tell you exactly which clothes you will wear and what you will take off what’s more your punshment is going to depend on what you take off and what you put on………….. now show me your wardrobe …….. but first where’s your knicker drawer and also where’s your stockings and tights drawer?”

She pretended to resist but I could see the flush on her face as I handed her my brief case and Barbour jacket to carry and dragged her upstairs by her wrist.