LafayetteLady
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Joined: 5/2/2007 From: Northern New Jersey Status: offline
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Wow. I think about that "first" experience often. About 8 years ago, I became friendly with the mother of one of my friend's son's in day care. As we got to know each other, she told me that she had once worked as a professional Dominatrix. She told me some stories, which I found fascinating, but not necessarily something I was interested in trying. As a joke, she gave me a deer skin flogger (which I still have). As a single parent, a social life can sometimes be a bit difficult. The computer ended up being my predominant form of communication, but I didn't get many IM's and couldn't (still can't) follow chat rooms. I decided to create a screen name that might entice people into messaging me. Well, I certainly mananged to come up with a name that had my computer filling with more IM's than I could handle. I ended up talking at length with someone who was very into spanking (among other things). We talked for weeks on the computer and one night while my son was out, I invited him over, warning him that nothing was likely to happen. (yes, I am well aware that doing something like that violates all safety rules, but it seemed like a good idea at the time). Anyway, he came over, and we were just sitting on the couch talking and having a couple of drinks. We kissed a little and he kept asking me to let him spank me, promising that if I didn't like it he would stop. Well, with pure alcohol bravery, I finally said ok. I layed across his lap, and he gently lifted my skirt, stroked my butt (creeped his fingers a bit lower as well, hee hee). The first smack of his hand shocked the hell out of me. Not because he hurt me, but because it felt so damn good! After a few moments, I had to beg him to stop because he had me so turned on, I probably would have done just about anything he asked (I enjoy sex way too much if there is such a thing), and I just didn't want to have sex with him at that point. Since that first metting with him 8 years ago, we still talk almost daily, and recently during a really rough time in my life, he came over just to keep me company. We are not meant to be partners in the long term, although I have very deep feelings for him. I didn't know that first time was also HIS first time until much later. To this day, when there is something new that either of us becomes curious about and thinks we might like to try, we contact each other. I trust him completely, and he is the first person I call when I want to try something new. Funny how a simple spanking, that I assumed I would not enjoy has led to a whole new life. His latest desire is wanting to switch positions. I would love to do as he asks (as he has always done for me), but it so is not my nature. I keep thinking I'm going to have to figure out a way to give hime what he wants, especially as he has done so much for me. Guess I am lucky that my first experience was not only enjoyable, but the friendship has continued to last. The other night when I was feeling very down, he offered to come and clean my house naked just to make me feel better. Instead, I dressed the way he likes and my house is still a mess. I must think more clearly the next time someone offers to come and clean for me! I was so down and angry and upset, probably would have done some good, lol. Anyway, that experience never fails to bring happiness to me and a warm fuzzy feeling. I am saddened to hear when others have not had that same experience.
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