J

J

I’d better confess this all started with me yearning at all the succulent young flesh around here, in the office, from whence this is started. In this open-plan wing, there are about 320 people & at least 8 very smackable young female bottoms. The estimated age range is 22-35, so most would probably never have had the pleasure!

Back to Barbara. I joined my first job in car tax, local council, in Sept 1970. Every term break, we used to get students in on temporary work to earn a few bob. Barbara had just left that to go to teacher training & B Ed/Law studies before I came. I first met her, then in Dec 1970.

I was smitten by her dark hair, deep brown eyes, perfect figure, etc. Unfortunately, I hardly worked with her at all until a year later, when I got to know her a lot better, and started having feelings for her that were pertinent to this forum and several others concerned with one great Beano Character!

The next term time, at Easter 1972, Babs came back from her first term of teaching practice, a changed girl. She was in Essex, Gallows Hill or somewhere else in Romford rather than by it, or was it by Ilford?. The first time we met that spell, she told me some horror stories about the CP regime at her practice primary school. I told her blithely not to worry, it wasn’t something she’d have to do.

Next week, she came back to me again. She was worried all right, because the Head had told her she’d not just be witnessing these in future, but possibly doing them. We were sat in the works canteen one morning break, eating a canteen beefburger (very good they were,too), when I said, with complete idiocy “ Truth is you’re really worried smacking them little bottoms might do more for you than you realise!”

Bear in mind there was opportunity for Barbara to simultaneously or one after the other grind the burger into my face(I’d paid, after all), slap my face, or run her stilettos into my shin. All we got was a look of wrath and “Who the f-----ing hell do you think you are talking to?”

Well, the next moment was the first time I used Oscar Wilde’s famous quote:-The art of Diplomacy consists in knowing how far to go too far. So I added “ I’m sorry I said that, Babs, but you know as well as me that you REALLY want me to put you over my knee!”

Sorry, J, will have to split this up, otherwise will sod the frames up on this! Next bit will follow v. shortly!


Steve

J

Babs then gave me a 2nd look in a few minutes that threatened to wing me to heaven or hell and said” What good will that do?” I told her “Apart from settling a most vexatious question, Barbara, you might find out what the good part of a good spanking as you’ve defined it, is!” My mouth was much faster than my brain and I added “If you don’t try it, you might just go to your grave wondering what great pleasures could have been yours, if only you’d not played the blushing timid maiden today!”

“And if No is the last word I ever speak to you?” added Babs. “The last word you’ve just spoken is you; you, of course, are my only concern. Judging from the fact that you haven’t yet smashed that large glass ashtray into my scalp, you may share that concern. So, we already agree that you deserve something more from life; wanna bet we really both agree on who and what in the matter in question?”

Come Resistere?, as an Italian Football journalist said about the Juventus forward combination of John Charles & Omar Sivoria! Barbara’s face changed swiftly into a most evil smirk and she said-“OK, clever clogs, tonight or never-you find the place, and pay for it if need be!”

That was the easy part-I soon flannelled a local hotel into a nice suite for the night for two. Paying for it was a week’s wages (£21!!!), but I was going for broke anyway, so dinner was thrown in afterwards, too!

More shortly!


Steve

J

Babs was stunned, when I told her it had all been sorted, after lunch. She, however, didn’t demur, but just said she’d be there nearer 6 than 5.30, as she had to go home & change, etc.

Well, the only question for Babs was when, especially once she knew about dinner. Though I was improvising as I went, I had made some preparations and I suggested we ought to do it after dinner & a good stroll around town-no point in not enjoying the rest of it, too!

Barbara later told me she thought I was the biggest tease on the planet for making her wait! She did, however, admit this was best, as she relaxed more and more as we went along.

The meal, incidentally, cost over a tenner & as we made it back to the suite at 10pm, all was ready. I improvised again & when Babs asked what she had to do, simply suggested she kick off her shoes, take off her jewellery & when I linked my arms through hers and clasped mine together behind her back, she would know we were on stage!

Whilst we relaxed with coffee & a smoke, I piled those pillows up on the bed & the Newtonian apple re why not sit on them & put her over you knee thence first fell as I did this! I stroked her neck and made some other romantic moves, before the moment came, when my arms went through hers and linked.

There was no hesitation from Barbara, before or at that moment. But I better add now that her opinion on her future career would shortly change radically.

Next bit shortly!

J

As we advanced to the pillow-pile, I was probably more nervous than Barbara, but whispered assurance to her that I hoped she realised what properly meant in the forthcoming context:” Oh yes, Steve, I’ve prepared a proper little answer for your vexing question, too” said she.

As indeed she had. But I got another inspired moment, turning her over me knee for a left-handed job. She knew I was right-handed, predominantly, and I’m sure she trembled with pleasure at this little gesture.

It worked-my firm right hand was clamped across her breasts & underneath her-I found I was thus able to stimulate two areas at once-happy chance! And, as I worked on that stripping routine for the first time, I was thrilled at Barbara’s attention to detail, too, because the last thing I expected to be removing were her knickers, as indeed was the case-but ivory camiknickers!! That earned her an extra 6 & we got it to 20 for general minxiness, as we were both that age.

I also found my left hand went much less fast and not as hard, so that was something else I never varied from. It simply was luck in finding something that helped bring the whole thing to a natural, lingering climax-bit like successful and natural fast bowler’s run-up, so don’t ask Shane Warne to coach you-he’s a slow bowler!

Preparations had involved the prior purchase of sandalwood massage oil & her favourite perfume, which now came into unorthodox, but effective use, as a literal salve-ation! After that, it was private & remains so, but first time couldn’t have gone better if I’d planned it for months!! Just for the moment, as there’s more to follow, let’s say Barbara was an expensive habit & one I found hard to kick AND those camis had been specially purchased for ME that evening-minx!

Fair does to her,too,after this,Barbara decided to give education the bullet-she couldn’t get involved in doling out or condoning what was going on to little children. Getting it from me, yes, but not inflicting it on others!


Steve

J

Have just finished 7 weeks e-bay listings in advance, so will finish off tomorrow-sorry it may have to episodic again, but I don't wat to bend those borders!


Steve

I can't believe you married prudish Sarah after that experience Steve?

J

There was 15 years between Barbara for the first time & meeting Sarah.

And LURRRRRRRRRRRVE reared its' head the first time I met Sarah-I couldn't help it;she's the only person I've met without an ounce of malice & STILL thinks there are fairies at the bottom of our garden with the newts and frogs!

Now HOW could I have left Sarah on her own?


Steve

J

Sorry-brain failing-it was HAROLD WOOD near Romford or Romford where Babs taught!

Gallows CORNER is a notorious traffic interchange in Essex!


Steve

J

We continued having great fun for a year or so & then Barbara drifted away to finish her law degree. We re-met in 1975 & continued for the next 8 years, about a dozen times or so a year. We both had problems “getting away” at times, but usually made it.

Barbara saw me through some bad times around 1979-81 & I did the same the next 2 years. But, in 1983, when Barbara was free, it ended. We both knew we’d been friends & lovers, but would never make a couple; we just didn’t have that drive that would have ever propelled us permanently into each other’s arms for good. Pretentious as it sounds. neither of us had spent too much time trying to into each other's heads, rather than each other's underwear!

We booked back to the Star Hotel in Maidstone & relived our first night almost as before (don’t worry, she HAD brought new knickers in the interim!). Barbara wanted to pay, but I insisted we ended as we started. I told her that she had to leave me so I could do that and it would be better for HER to be the one to leave, as she’d then been big enough to make the move and would never have to worry about what-if.

I haven’t kept track of her, but she did remarry & make a name as a barrister, but in another country, where she still is. I looked again at Sarah last night & this morning & knew one thing; if I’d met Sarah back in 1972, too, not 1987, Barbara would have been the sternest test of fidelity! I do also know Barbara made a few attempts after I left Maidstone to find out where I was!

Stupidly or not, I would also certainly have missed out on all this I’ve relayed over the past few days, too. All the good times with Mary, Sue & Barbara were not built to last, good though they were then & in retrospect, but Sarah simply surpasses all of them combined. Magic woman, eh? And I’m typing this one at work, too, so she’s not standing over me as I so do!


Steve

Interesting stuff Steve so thanks. Perhaps Babs is trawling through Friends Reunited right now?
Perhaps all this shows that you can't have everything in life?

J

Mmm-Barbara searching for me! Can't see it, but if I start getting exotic requests as theblackferret for CD's like Spanks for the Memory or Smack Your Bitch Up, I'll start panicking,mate!

Interestingly enough, on that theme you mooted, in most of 11 years in these various relationships, I was out of work nearly 4 years & hit 2 major personal disasters.

In 19 years since I met Sarah, 4.5 years out of work, no personal disasters & Man Utd from 2 relegation & 2 FA Cups in 11 years to a Champion's League,Cup Winners Cup, 7 Premierships, 4 FA Cups, & 2 League Cups in 19 years.

Plus, of course, from being a technophobe into 2,200 feedback on e-bay and the pleasure of you,Mike,Mimi & Lotta in my mailbox, as it were, so maybe you can at least have most things, even if later in life!

As a tip, just be blatant and determined in your searches and who knows? Once a girl knows she's with a bloke who's gonna make her feel as if she's the only woman on the planet for half-an-hour, she will think about it seriously. And if you can persuade her she'll feel like the only female in the known universe, that's game,set and match!

Of course, it isn't just Lotta, but any girl who will KNOW it's all a lot of old bollocks, but seeing you make the effort from the start & sustaining it right through will stand you in good stead.

Anyway, happy spanking & keep us all posted,please!


Steve