Day one: A bare hand
Breakfast was a polite affair; I feel that, if one is going to administer a spanking, it should come as a pleasant surprise. After morning pleasantries were exchanged, I had to lay out my house rules and make clear that her behaviour was quite unacceptable. Although she is a guest and very dear to me, she requires ‘corrective ministration’.
I informed her, that she would receive this ‘ministration’ daily. By the end of the week, the matter would be closed.
Her reaction was as expected; she was playfully indignant.
I must confess that I am a novice spanker, so all of this will be a learning experience for me.
Having given it some consideration, I thought it best to administer correction while she was naked and I was dressed. A little lap dance was dutifully performed at the breakfast table to remove her bra, but her little red thong looked very sexy, so it stayed on.
Over my knees at the breakfast table, pert bottom looking up at me. A cheeky grope, followed by the classic line, “This is going to hurt me more, than it’s going to hurt you”.
I had read that one should always start gentle and work up to firmer ‘administration’. With that in mind, the first few smacks were well received. She enjoyed them, and my erection made it clear, that I enjoyed giving them. But I had to remind myself that this was a ‘corrective’ exercise, so a heavier hand was needed.
In no time, both buttocks were thoroughly red, my hand quite sore and the erection rather painful.
My houseguest’s initial enjoyment had turned into a sulk. I think I took her by surprise with the veracity of my spanking.
The sight of her rapidly reddening bottom was very pleasing, and I could not help but pull her thong aside and slip a finger in her bottom between spanks.
To be honest, I was impressed by her ability to bite her tongue and take what was due to her. So much so, that I rewarded her with the ‘breakfast of champions’.
Correction administered, breakfast was resumed, and polite conversation made. I don’t expect to return to a messy apartment tonight, and I don’t expect any opened bottles of wine to litter the place.
Lessons from today? My hand was sore before her bottom, and her bottom was very robust!
Tomorrow, I will use a slipper. Looks like a trip to the shoe shop will be required.