A Simple Hand Spanking For A Girl With Issues – By Sarah

I’m Sarah, a junior legal secretary by day, and a nervous wreck by night. I’m 25 years old, live in Devon, and today is the day I’ve been waiting for: my very first punishment session with Master H. I’ve always been curious about spankings and BDSM play and finally decided to give it a try. Growing up, my parents were strict, especially my dad. He used to give me a spanking whenever I misbehaved. Sadly, he passed away, and I suppose I’ve missed that form of discipline ever since.

So, when I stumbled upon the website of Punishment South West, I thought, why not? I applied for a free taster session. Now, here I am, kneeling in my lounge, blindfolded, waiting for a knock on the door.

Would I have preferred my boyfriend to be the one spanking me? Well, maybe. But I’m not exactly a looker, and I don’t have a boyfriend right now. I wouldn’t say I’m fat, but I do have some extra pounds, mostly on my bum. So, yeah, that’s how it is. Haha…

I dressed simple for this evening, a short loose skirt and black tee. I am wearing nice new underwear though lol. I do not know if I will be mad to take my clothes off or not, I mean I’m up for the full experience, so I guess we will see when he gets here. I am quite aroused already.

I’m kneeling here, blindfolded, waiting. It’s kind of nerve-wracking not being able to see anything. My heart’s beating a little faster, and I’m trying to stay calm. It’s all a bit overwhelming, but I’m also strangely excited. I almost jumped through the roof when he knocked on the door.

I was instructed not to move. All I had to do was call out my safe word, and he would come in.

“Bovey,” I shouted out clearly.

I heard the door open, my heart pounding in my throat.

“Good evening,” he said confidently. “Do you have something to say to me?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied nervously. “My name is Sarah, and my safeword is Bovey.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his words sending a warm flush spreading across my cheeks.

“Sarah,” Master H’s voice was calm yet authoritative, “during our session today, we’ll be using the traffic light system to communicate. It’s simple: at different points during your session, I will say ‘COLOUR,’ and you have to answer me with either Green, Amber, or Red. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied calmly.

He continued, “Green means you’re comfortable, enjoying yourself, and would be happy for me to take it up a notch. Amber means you’re approaching your limit and would like me to slow down or soften the punishment, and Red means you want me to stop immediately.”

I nodded quickly, absorbing his instructions.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now, the difference between Red and your safeword ‘Bovey’ is that the word ‘Red’ will stop the current activity, allowing us to continue with something else after a short break. If you use your safeword ‘Bovey,’ the whole session ends immediately.”

Again, I nodded, understanding the distinction.

“At no time will I be upset if you use any safewords,” he assured me. “That is what they’re for.”

While he was talking, I guess he was setting up cameras, because as soon as he finished, he asked me to stand up.

Once I got to my feet, he guided me and placed me gently over his lap. My excitement was palpable as I felt him raise my skirt up over my ass.

“I am going to warm you up now Sarah. he told me.

Then I felt it—the first touch I had experienced in a while. His hand gently landed across both of my ass cheeks, the initial contact sending a rush of anticipation through me. He began to massage my ass firmly, alternating between gentle smacks on each cheek. With each stroke, the sensation intensified, building a delicious tension in the air. This cycle of massage and smacks continued for several minutes, each touch heightening my arousal.

“Colour,” he asked firmly.

“Green.”

“Good. Stand up and remove all your clothes.”

I complied with his instructions, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing his gaze was probably fixed firmly on me.

When I stood there in just my bra and thong, I hesitated for just a moment.

“Colour,” he asked again.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Green, Sir.”

“Carry on then,” he told me.

I reached behind me and undid my bra, releasing my large breasts with a sense of immediate relief. With their weight no longer constrained, I let the bra drop to the floor, resisting the urge to cover myself. Master H’s next words really caught me off guard.

“You are truly very beautiful, Sarah,” he said.

His compliment hit me deeply. I felt a lump form in my throat, my eyes moistening, behind the blindfold, with tears. It was a sentence I hadn’t heard before, and it touched me in a way I couldn’t quite express.

In the next moment, his arms enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering solace and reassurance.

I just burst into tears. He held me tightly, providing a sense of comfort I had never experienced before. It felt like real love, though I wasn’t naive; I knew it wasn’t. But in that moment, in his embrace, it was real enough for me.

I don’t know how long he held me; it felt like quite a while. My trembling gradually subsided, taking what felt like an eternity. By then, my 30-minute session would have long expired.

“Sir, I’m truly sorry for wasting your time tonight,” I managed to say once I had regained enough composure to speak.

“It’s alright, Sarah. We do not have to continue tonight. I will ask a member of my team to rebook your session for you.” he said comfortingly.

I felt a wave of disappointment and frustration wash over me. It seemed like I had blown my chance at experiencing my first session.

“Okay, but I didn’t use my safe word, damn it,” I grinned cheekily.

“Very true,” Master H said somberly.

I heard him sigh. “I really do not think we should continue tonight, but it is your choice, Sarah.”

“I really want to continue, Sir,” I said, reaching down to remove my thong.

Standing there naked in the ensuing silence, I could feel the excitement building once again.

“Stand with your feet apart, keep your legs straight, and grab your ankles,” he instructed.

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