First time submitting to OTK at a Spanking Party
Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:49 pm
There’s those moments – when I know I am going to submit to someone I meet (for fun, for OTK, whatever), but he (or she) doesn’t yet know. There’s that beautiful space of time when I’ve decided, yes, I can trust this person to take charge, I can feel excitement at the thought of turning control over to them. And suddenly I know what the near future probably holds, but they don’t know that yet. I’ve only had moments like that with 3 people before that evening. And each of them I had known for months or even years.
We met at a spanking party – the first I’ve ever been to. And we talk for an hour, then we talk some more. You are kind. I’m very new and you answer my many questions about this lifestyle. And I know I am having one of those precious moments with you. And I also know – that in that moment, I probably have the most control I’ll ever have with you. But that’s fine, because I don’t really want control. I’m in control, making decisions, all the time it seems. I’m tired of it and if I have someone I trust and am enamored of, that I can turn over control to, even if just for a couple hours one evening, I feel so relaxed, so peaceful, and so completely content. The more they take control, the more lovingly they take control, the more I fall into this blissful state that I treasure so much.
And after talking intensely for what feels like an entire evening, when I say that I’m willing to visit one of the private spaces with you to play, it’s amazing how surprised you look.
And I’m thinking to myself “well, you didn’t have me at hello, but maybe hello plus 10 minutes.” I knew within 10 minutes. I also knew enough, even when I felt that way, not to jump into a play session without getting to know you better. But I also knew what I wanted the night to include. So I spend the next hour and a half learning more about how you think, what you value, what “play” is for you and whether or not you can make me laugh. I don’t think men (in particular) know how much women are attracted to smart guys who can make them laugh.
Anyway, I’ve said I’m willing and I’m nervous as hell. My mouth is suddenly dry and I’m almost stuttering. I’m a professional; as someone who is known in my field, I’m occasionally on the news, on talk shows, etc. I regularly present to large groups nationally and internationally. But I can’t get simple words out. I’ve only played with a few people in my life. And I don’t know you but for whatever reason, despite how nervous I am, I feel so comfortable with you that I’m willing to go into this private room and have this very platonic, hugely sensual experience of submitting to you.
Once you get over your surprise that I’m willing to submit to some OTK activity, you stand up almost immediately, take my hand in yours, and with great purpose, lead me to one of the private rooms like you are guiding me to safety during an insurrection. It’s amazing how that tugs at a need deep inside of me. And we’re in a private room, but in a public place where I know little bad can happen.
What I didn’t know was how good it could be. After I go back to get some bottles of water (my mouth is so dry I’m finding it difficult to talk), I come back and you are stretched out, sitting on the sofa with your head back and your eyes closed. And you now seem so content, so relaxed, and so in control. We talk a bit more. Like I said, I’ve only done this with a few people and two of them I was in a relationship with for years before anything like this happened. I’ve never “played” with someone I just met.
And then, you have the kindest, most friendly, almost loving look in your eyes as you start to roll up your sleeves. I don’t know why, but watching you roll up your sleeves, and knowing what is coming next, it almost takes my breath away. My eyes glaze over and the thought that someone could send me so far into “that space” just by leading me to a room and rolling up their sleeves stuns me. But we just talk a little more. I am so grateful that you have interests - and we talk about things - other than just the lifestyle. Your intelligence is another turn on as is your authoritative but loving manner.
And then, I’m willingly over your knee. Fully dressed, and you’re asking me what kind of spanking I like most - the thuddy-type and the stingy-type. I fumble around a little before I confess that I don’t really know the difference. You demonstrate and it turns out I like the sting. After a short while, you say that, if I’m willing, it’s time to take my pants down. Only it doesn’t sound like a question. No matter, I am completely willing.
And I’m back over your knee with just my white lace panties between your hand and my now pink backside. I’m hiding my head in my arms that are stretched out on the sofa in front of me, and this time, its stings just a little more. And then a lot more. But always you are stopping to check in with me, to make sure this is what I was expecting or if it isn’t - that I like it all the same. I know this is because we just met. And I know you are probably not a man who generally lets the woman determine the type and magnitude of the spanking. Still, at one point, I reach my hand back, more to see what you will do than to really block you. You never missed a beat, in your free hand, you take my errant arm and pin it to my back and you haven’t missed one swat.
And it hurts. And I know this will leave bruises (I bruise so easily), but by this point I’m completely lost in the beauty of it. You ask me to look at you and I know that some deep part of my soul is pouring out through my eyes. My eyelids feel heavy, and although I haven’t had a single drink, I know I look wasted. I feel so present but also so far away. I am in that space that I love and you have taken me there and I know I can trust you to protect me while I am there and to bring me back. Because all the time you keep checking in with me, lovingly making sure I am OK with this. OK doesn’t even start to describe it. I am in the zone and I am so grateful you have taken me there.
We met at a spanking party – the first I’ve ever been to. And we talk for an hour, then we talk some more. You are kind. I’m very new and you answer my many questions about this lifestyle. And I know I am having one of those precious moments with you. And I also know – that in that moment, I probably have the most control I’ll ever have with you. But that’s fine, because I don’t really want control. I’m in control, making decisions, all the time it seems. I’m tired of it and if I have someone I trust and am enamored of, that I can turn over control to, even if just for a couple hours one evening, I feel so relaxed, so peaceful, and so completely content. The more they take control, the more lovingly they take control, the more I fall into this blissful state that I treasure so much.
And after talking intensely for what feels like an entire evening, when I say that I’m willing to visit one of the private spaces with you to play, it’s amazing how surprised you look.
And I’m thinking to myself “well, you didn’t have me at hello, but maybe hello plus 10 minutes.” I knew within 10 minutes. I also knew enough, even when I felt that way, not to jump into a play session without getting to know you better. But I also knew what I wanted the night to include. So I spend the next hour and a half learning more about how you think, what you value, what “play” is for you and whether or not you can make me laugh. I don’t think men (in particular) know how much women are attracted to smart guys who can make them laugh.
Anyway, I’ve said I’m willing and I’m nervous as hell. My mouth is suddenly dry and I’m almost stuttering. I’m a professional; as someone who is known in my field, I’m occasionally on the news, on talk shows, etc. I regularly present to large groups nationally and internationally. But I can’t get simple words out. I’ve only played with a few people in my life. And I don’t know you but for whatever reason, despite how nervous I am, I feel so comfortable with you that I’m willing to go into this private room and have this very platonic, hugely sensual experience of submitting to you.
Once you get over your surprise that I’m willing to submit to some OTK activity, you stand up almost immediately, take my hand in yours, and with great purpose, lead me to one of the private rooms like you are guiding me to safety during an insurrection. It’s amazing how that tugs at a need deep inside of me. And we’re in a private room, but in a public place where I know little bad can happen.
What I didn’t know was how good it could be. After I go back to get some bottles of water (my mouth is so dry I’m finding it difficult to talk), I come back and you are stretched out, sitting on the sofa with your head back and your eyes closed. And you now seem so content, so relaxed, and so in control. We talk a bit more. Like I said, I’ve only done this with a few people and two of them I was in a relationship with for years before anything like this happened. I’ve never “played” with someone I just met.
And then, you have the kindest, most friendly, almost loving look in your eyes as you start to roll up your sleeves. I don’t know why, but watching you roll up your sleeves, and knowing what is coming next, it almost takes my breath away. My eyes glaze over and the thought that someone could send me so far into “that space” just by leading me to a room and rolling up their sleeves stuns me. But we just talk a little more. I am so grateful that you have interests - and we talk about things - other than just the lifestyle. Your intelligence is another turn on as is your authoritative but loving manner.
And then, I’m willingly over your knee. Fully dressed, and you’re asking me what kind of spanking I like most - the thuddy-type and the stingy-type. I fumble around a little before I confess that I don’t really know the difference. You demonstrate and it turns out I like the sting. After a short while, you say that, if I’m willing, it’s time to take my pants down. Only it doesn’t sound like a question. No matter, I am completely willing.
And I’m back over your knee with just my white lace panties between your hand and my now pink backside. I’m hiding my head in my arms that are stretched out on the sofa in front of me, and this time, its stings just a little more. And then a lot more. But always you are stopping to check in with me, to make sure this is what I was expecting or if it isn’t - that I like it all the same. I know this is because we just met. And I know you are probably not a man who generally lets the woman determine the type and magnitude of the spanking. Still, at one point, I reach my hand back, more to see what you will do than to really block you. You never missed a beat, in your free hand, you take my errant arm and pin it to my back and you haven’t missed one swat.
And it hurts. And I know this will leave bruises (I bruise so easily), but by this point I’m completely lost in the beauty of it. You ask me to look at you and I know that some deep part of my soul is pouring out through my eyes. My eyelids feel heavy, and although I haven’t had a single drink, I know I look wasted. I feel so present but also so far away. I am in that space that I love and you have taken me there and I know I can trust you to protect me while I am there and to bring me back. Because all the time you keep checking in with me, lovingly making sure I am OK with this. OK doesn’t even start to describe it. I am in the zone and I am so grateful you have taken me there.