When we finally met up in real life, we chose a restaurant for our rendezvous. We filled our talk with social matters for half an hour or so before we got down to the subject of spanking.
She noticed that my gaze had dropped.
"Oh, yes, I find the whole subject of spanking you terribly arousing, as you can see. I'm looking forward to seeing you naked, of course, of feeling you squirm over my lap, desperately trying to hold still, and getting you crying for the first time. The first of many, as they say!
"I have quite a selection of implements and it'll be interesting to see how far we get before your tears flow really freely. You say it's difficult for you, so I'm expecting over halfway, but if you're wrong, I'm good with that as well.
"I'd say this belt I'm wearing is still in the 'beginner' portion of the list.
"I can't wait to see the change tomorrow, you seem so in charge today but I intend to have you wanting to do whatever I say without question to avoid another spanking on a terribly sore bottom. I wish you could feel how wet I am right now! I should have worn a skirt, maybe we could have figured something else.
"And to be honest, I hope your oral skills are nearly as good, but not quite as exceptional as you've said. You're going to get a great deal of practice and I suspect there'll be some corrections and suggestions, maybe just to make sure that perfect behavior, if you can manage that, doesn't mean that sore little bottom you'll be trying to sit on gets you off scot-free!"
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