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| Not to get all touchy feely about it , but I'm looking for a romantic relationship with an integral spanking facet.
Do you remember the first spanking?
The shock at actually being in the position you had fantasized about for so long?
The surprise at how strong he was, how firmly he held you down, like he was afraid you would change your mind and jump up?
The little moment of panic that you might cry a little when the burn on your bottom got worse?
The surrender as the last layer came off and you were right in the moment, bare stinging bottom in the air, being scolded and alternately caressed and spanked, perhaps his hand slipping in between your thighs....perhaps, if you had been genuinely naughty, that would come later , in bed?
Do you remember walking hand in hand down the street, your bottom still stinging, sneaking peeks at his face, wondering if he feels the same way as you?
He does.
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