Since having heard Carry getting spanked by her mother, (see How it all began 1) my young life had changed. The sound of that spanking went on ringing in my ears and a movie began to play in my head. Although I had never been there, I could see Carry's room. I could see my secret love over her mother's lap. I watched her kicking her legs, waving her arms and crying as her mommy relentlessly whacked her bare little bottom. I felt so sorry for her, but the movie just went on playing. Something must be wrong with me, was all I could think. Was I a freak? A pervert? Naturally I didn't dare to speak to anyone. I tried to avoid words like naughty, punish or spanking. It made me feel miserable. And it got worse. Every time I heard of a girl being naughty or bad, a new movie popped up in my head. This went on through all of my teenage years. I did have a few dates, but in general I tried to avoid the girls.
Then, at 21, everything changed again.
I had fallen in love. And this time it was for real. Her name was Mia. She was 19 and very sweet, a bit smaller then me with very short, dark hair and big, brown eyes. I soon found out that she could be quite a handful at times, so she quickly had her own, secret, personal movie in my head. She was the only child of elderly parents and somewhat spoiled. In fact they let her get away with just about everything. I was sure she didn't even know the word "spanking".
We had been together for about 6 months when it happened. It was a hot and sunny day in mid august and, after a dunk in the pool we were hanging out having a drink in my tiny apartment beside my parents garage. She liked the sweet, sticky, colorful ones and was hopping around the room balancing a glass of bight red grenadine with vodka on the flat of her hand. "Be careful," I said, "that rug is brand new." She just giggled and went on with her show. I was in a very happy mood myself, so I joked: "If you spill that sticky stuff on my new rug I'll spank you." She stopped in her tracks, looked at me and gave me a big smile. Then she raised her hand and slowly poured her glass on my new rug. I was petrified, couldn't believe my eyes. What the hell was she doing? She just stood there laughing her head off. I was mad as a snake. I wanted to send her to hell. As I got up from my bed I suddenly remembered my promise. So I grabbed her by the wrist, sat back down and pulled her over my lap. "Hey!" she laughed, not realizing that her joke had turned sour. In honest anger I raised her XXL T-shirt and yanked her bikini to her knees. She had a nice suntan, but her bottom was white as snow. I forcefully slammed my right hand down on her bare backside. "Autch", she yelped. But I had only just begun. Wack, Wack, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK I went to work on her little bottom with all the force I could master. She grabbed my pillow, buried her face in it and hung on for dear life. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK I angrily continued. She was now kicking her legs wildly and I could hear her muffled cries of distress and pain through the pillow. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.............. I went on until my arm tired. Her bottom went from white, to pink, to a deep, blazing red. My right hand hurt like hell. My anger had completely vanished. "What on earth have I done?" I was sure to have seen the last of her. Sure to be in deep trouble. I released her. She slowly slid from my lap and quickly fell into my arms sobbing her eyes out. "What was happening here?" I held her in my arms and gently stroked her as she wet my shirt. Finally she calmed down, slowly backed away a little, looked at me with tear-swollen eyes and simply said: "I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say, so I kissed her forehead and gave her the best hug I had.
We went out for dinner that evening and she was like an angel. As we had our espresso, she looked at me, and there it was again: That naughty little twinkle in her eyes. "Think I could order a pillow?" she giggled, "I'm not sitting very comfortably you know." "Be careful" I replied, giving her a wink. "There's more where that came from." She put on a big smile and said: "I'll do my best."
As we walked to the car I had a funny feeling that today's spanking would not be her last.