Please Spank Me, Sir

She called me up out of the blue, and I can’t imagine how much courage that must have taken. She stuttered a bit at first and seemed to have some trouble breathing normally as she told me that her name was Laurie and that she’d gotten my number from my ex, Raine, with whom she had become friends at work.

Raine and I hadn’t broken up so much as we’d just drifted apart over time, and we were still on good terms, so this seemed legitimate, if unexpected. I said okay, nice to meet you and so forth. Then there was a long silence. I could hear her ragged breathing and was about to ask if there was anything I could do for her when she suddenly hung up.

O-kay, I thought, that was weird. I started to put my phone away but then it rang again. I answered, “Hello?”

More breathing. I said, “Laurie? Are you okay?”

She hung up again.

This time I just waited. It took a little longer but after a minute or so my phone rang again and I answered but didn’t say anything. After a moment she spoke, her voice quavering and barely above a whisper. “I’m…I’m sorry.” Another pause. “Um… Raine said that you…th-that you… God, this is so hard!”

I had no idea what was going on, but I said, “It’s okay, take your time.”

There was another long silence and I thought she was going to hang up again, but finally she spoke. “I’m sorry. God, you must think I’m some kind of weirdo.” I started to reassure her but she went on. “Okay, look, I…was wondering…if I, um…I could talk to you about something.” I said, sure, go ahead but almost before I could finish the sentence she burst out with a sharp “No!” Then she recovered herself and went on, “I mean, not on the phone. C-could we maybe…meet somewhere?” Her voice was practically a squeak by this point.

I was feeling extremely dubious about this entire situation but then I figured that Raine had given her my number for a reason so I replied as if I had this kind of conversation all the time. “Sure, okay. Um… How about the park? Would that work for you?”

I heard her draw another long breath, then she replied, her voice having dropped to a whisper once more, “Okay.”

We agreed to meet at the park entrance that evening. She said that Raine had shown her a picture of me so she would recognize me. I said okay and we both rang off.

Curiouser and curiouser. I thought about calling Raine to get some kind of handle on all this but decided to just see how it played out first. Besides, I thought that maybe I had an inkling of what was going on.

It was a late-summer evening and the sun was almost touching the horizon when I arrived at the park entrance, wondering if Laurie was going to show up or, if she did, whether she would have the nerve to speak to me. I had my doubts.

But then I noticed someone waving at me in an extremely tentative fashion, hand at her shoulder and barely moving, a terrified expression on her face as if she was going to turn and run at any moment – as I half expected her to do. But she stood there as if frozen to the spot, apparently forgetting that she was still waving at me. So I waved back and approached her slowly, as if she were a deer that I was trying not to frighten.

She was in her mid-twenties and was what used to be called plump: not overweight, really, but with a little extra padding around the stomach, hips and thighs. She had a pretty, pale face surrounded by a gorgeous tumble of wavy red-gold hair that fell to her shoulders. Quite attractive, apart from looking as though she were about to explode from tension. She was dressed in a ribbed yellow tank-top, jeans and sandals.

I said hello but she seemed unable to reply, staring into my eyes, her own eyes wide, her jaw working stiffly. I told her that it was okay and suggested that we just walk for a while. She managed to nod and fell in beside me as we walked into the park.

We walked in silence for a while, making our way through the huge city park. I could see her darting glances at me out of the corners of her eyes but I pretended not to notice. After a while I started asking her about working with Raine, how she liked the job, where she was from and so forth, and she managed to answer, stuttering and hesitating at first but then slowly relaxing ever so slightly.

The sun had set and the lampposts along the pathways had lit with a soft yellow glow by the time we had made our way to the fountain at the center of the park. Now talking somewhat more easily, we continued on for a while and took a side-path with fewer lights. When we encountered a bench under a large oak tree I suggested that we sit for a while.

There were still a few joggers, dog-walkers and couples passing through but the park was beginning to empty out. I turned to face Laurie on the bench but she stared straight ahead at nothing, her mouth slightly open, her breathing shallow. After a minute or so had passed I finally said, softly, “Was there something you wanted to talk about, Laurie?”

Though by now I was pretty sure I knew.

She turned to face me, moving stiffly as if having to force herself. She met my gaze, briefly, then looked down. The light from the nearest lamppost was dim but I could see that she was blushing.



“It’s…just that…sometimes Raine and I go out for drinks after work, you know?” I nodded encouragingly and she went on, “And one night we…we had an extra drink or two, and we were talking about relationships and old boyfriends and she told me that sometimes you…s-sometimes you would…” Her voice trailed off and suddenly she began to stand up, muttering, “I…I can’t…”

Ah. I had been right. I caught her by the shoulder and guided her back down to her seat. She gasped slightly and turned to look at me. I looked directly into her eyes and said, “Yes, I used to spank her sometimes.”

Actually, this wasn’t entirely true: it wasn’t sometimes; it was a lot. It was a regular and important part of our erotic life because we both thoroughly enjoyed it.

This time Laurie’s gasp was considerably louder; her eyes went wide and her mouth hung slightly open. Wanting to shock her just a little more, I went on, “I would put her over my lap and spank her ass.”

Not knowing how much Raine had told Laurie I avoided divulging any more of the considerable number of details. Besides, I thought that if I told Laurie about all the various ways, places and positions in which Raine had actually been spanked, paddled and whipped she might very well faint, so I simply asked, in a conversational tone, “Is that what you wanted to talk about, Laurie?”

Deer in the headlights. She stared at me, unable to speak. Finally she managed a very slight nod.

I nodded back, saying, “That’s fine, we can talk about that. I assume this is something you’re interested in for yourself?”

A sharp intake of air through her mouth. Another slight nod.

“Okay, well first of all, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots of people enjoy spanking; there are whole websites and online forums devoted to it.”

This time her nod was a little more emphatic and she managed to whisper, “I know.”

“Oh. So this is something you’ve been interested in for a while, I guess.”

Another nod.

“But…you’ve never actually been spanked yourself?”

She shook her head. “N-no. None of my boyfriends…” She looked down. “I…I didn’t know how to ask.”

I spoke gently. “It’s always okay to ask for what you want, Laurie. You might not always get it, but if you don’t ask it’s a pretty safe bet that you won’t.” She looked up at me again and nodded as I went on, “And that’s why you called me, right?” Another nod. “And that’s why we’re here? Because you want me to spank you?”

She started to look down again but I reached over and lifted her chin so that she was looking directly into my eyes. Then I waited. Finally she breathed, “Yessss…”

I held her gaze for a long moment. Then I said, softly, “Then you need to ask, Laurie.”

She froze. I repeated, “It’s always okay to ask for what you want, Laurie.”

Nothing.

Still holding her by the chin I leaned forward until our noses were almost touching. “Tell me what you want.”

Suddenly she burst out, probably more loudly than she’d intended, “I want you to spank me!” Then she whispered, “Oh god,” a tear running down each cheek.

I released her chin and used my thumb to wipe away her tears, saying, “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She managed a small smile and shook her head slightly.

“You’re being very brave, Laurie. That was the hardest part.” I waited a couple of beats, then added, “But you still haven’t actually asked me.”

Her smile faded but she couldn’t look away. Lips quivering, she managed to whisper, “Please s-spank me.”

“Good. Again.”

“W-will you p-please spank me?”

She suddenly collapsed on my shoulder, throwing her arms around me and crying softly. Occasionally I would hear a muffled, “Please…I’m sorry…please.”

I held her and stroked her hair while she cried herself out. Then I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I assume you don’t mean right here.”

At this she actually giggled into my shoulder. Then she managed to sit up, smiling and shaking her head. “No.”

I smiled back at her. “I didn’t think so.” We just smiled at each other for a moment, then I went on, “I’m guessing you’ve been thinking about this for quite a while.” Her face, already pink, blushed more deeply as she nodded. I continued, “So you probably have an idea of how you would like this to happen. A fantasy that you come back to…” I leaned forward and finished softly, “…when you’re touching yourself?”

Strangely, she didn’t flinch at this, though her voice shook a little as she replied, “Y-yes.”

“Then now would be a good time for you to tell me about it.” Her eyes went wide and she started to shake her head, but I held up my hand and continued, “Remember what I said about asking for what you want?