That first time across his knee

I had arrived for lunch, actually to deliver an invitation by hand, and was enjoying a rather delicious vegetable chilli ( I can say that from what I have tasted, he is a very good cook! ), and we were talking and the energy in the room, well...to start with it was just vibrant, that energy when 2 people are just excited to be in one another's company.....then it became a little more difficult to concentrate on my food. That feeling that someone is watching you with more intensity than normal, almost studying you - but rather than it feeling intrusive my embarrassment nudged at me playfully and jolted me more nervously inside and I couldn't eat anymore.

Very matter-of-factly he asked me to come and stand beside him, I faltered, but only for a second because that tone of voice, and those kind but commanding eyes captivated me. And most striking was the feeling of wanting to be obedient. That doesn't mean to say that the thoughts of " he can't be serious?!.".... or " this isn't really going to happen is it? ".... didn't race through me, because they absolutely did, along with the butterflies tumbling in my tummy...but his steadfastness was both unnervingly absolute and also strangely comforting.

I stood there quietly, trying to breathe and to hide my face which I was certain would give far too much away. And he very calmly but purposefully told me to raise my skirt.

Standing beside him with my tights and knickers on show seemed a million miles away from where we had been just 10 minutes ago, chatting and eating lunch.

The knots of anticipation,nerves, disbelief and utter embarrassment were overwhelming, and when he placed his hand on the seat of my tights that very first time, and just rested it there on my bottom, it felt like he encased all of those feelings into a safe and joyful place, and as he lead me into the next room to put me across his knee I knew a door to a very special place had opened.

That was my very first spanking, 2 and half years ago and it still makes me catch my breath now - I think partly because it was so unplanned and spontaneous and I really was " taken in hand " in the most empathic and masterful way, but also remembering how natural it felt ( but still hugely embarrassing! ), and I do feel a little bit wiggly on my chair now ( blush! )...