The Appointment

Plans are fun but not enough. This is a follow-up post so don't read this post first. Read my The Appointment Plan post before this one. This post is the reality of what actually happened.

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First, I had to make the appointment. I hate this part of getting a spanking. By the time I need a spanking I really would be devastated if she denied me. I try to find the right time, the right place, and the right mood. It probably isn't nearly this tricky but I always make it this way.

I had a moment and I asked. Of course, she looked at me like I was insane (I am), gave a crocked smile and said sure.

Then things got complicated. Only one day would work. It needed to be during the day which meant that it had to fit her work schedule and my work schedule. The house had to be empty of 'others' as well.

It is important to me that I be really horny for my spankings. I practice a sort of self-chastity for a couple  days prior. I am not a spring chicken anymore and I don't have an abundance of testosterone either. Actually, I know this for a fact. Lots of men abuse the low-T thing as an excuse. I test very low and I have a good reason for it and if I don't deal with it, I get depressed along the lines "eat a bullet" depressed.

Anyway, my point is that I don't masturbate for days before my spanking and usually the timing is such that the girl and I don't get it on anyway for a couple days. This time, two things conspired to make this more difficult. First, I am athletic in a really significant way and I had a couple days of massive workouts. Normally, this nukes my libido and, of course, my desire for a spanking. I took this into consideration and knew that I had a couple days of recovery. What I didn't expect was that the spirit would also move us.

It was about two days before the spanking appointment when things got hot and heavy. I was beat up by my workouts and just exhausted but she was in gear and did most of the work. I was having trouble not cramping up and wasn't sure I could perform to climax at all. At one point, there was some weight on my legs and my reaction was most animated. At first she thought I was into it then when I could breath again, we had a short but direct discussion.

I thought about just making sure she was happy and trying to refrain myself. I'm not really that good but a man can dream. Also, I made a promise to myself not to let my spanking fetish interfere with my normal vanilla sex with my wife. I decided it would be weird to not climax with her only to squirt 36 hours later during a spanking. I did what needed to be done and it was glorious and fulfilling and I rocked her world (or at least I like to think I did).

The next day was not a horny day which was deeply concerning to me. I thought about just canceling the whole thing. Work also kept me preoccupied but in the late afternoon, I caught myself thinking about what was going to happen the next day. Evening helped too and when I reminded her when I was going to be home the next day, I was sporting wood.

The night before a spanking can be sleepless. I woke up one time to pee and thought it would be a good idea to bring myself just to the edge. I like a little sexual frustration sometimes. It worked and I was up for an hour obsessing about about my spanking just hours away. It wasn't as bad as it can sometimes be but there was plenty of pre-cum on the sheets in the morning. Getting dressed that morning, I opted for a long untucked shirt and my baggiest jeans. I chose red briefs because they really show the wet spots if I am leaking. I thought that would be most embarrassing.

I couldn't think straight and I am surprised I got to work safely. One of my employees invaded my office for hours in the morning demanding my attention. I tried to listen and engage but I was in another place. The appointment in the afternoon was just creeping closer.

He finally felt heard and left my office. I tried to do something work related but I was now a mess of anticipation and excitement. I texted my wife asking if we could move the appointment up a couple hours because I was useless at work. She agreed, thank God.

I drove home doing one errand for her on the way. I had the radio off and just was focusing on what was going to happen. Once home and in the door, I immediately stripped to my underwear. I like to be naked for my spankings but lately I have felt that it was more embarrassing to be erect and leaking in my underpants while getting ready and waiting. I mean, if I was naked, I would be leaking pre-cum on my legs and the floor, carpet and furniture.

She wasn't ready so I had a little wait anyway. I did a couple things like get some laundry started, getting the spanking paddles and my towel ready, and folding the clothes I just took off. I ended up standing in the bathroom while she brushed her hair. My red underwear bulged obscenely and had two big wet spots on the front. I explained what I wanted: over the counter warm-up, the big paddle slowly for 10 minutes ("do you really think you can handle 10 minutes?" she asked; I just squirmed), and then a "good boy spanking" if I took the paddle spanking bravely. Then I excused myself to go wait for her.

She didn't take too long but I played with my penis the whole time. I was still wearing my underwear when she walked in and because of my self-fondling, the wet spots were even bigger.

We didn't talk much. We never do. I took off my underwear and got over the counter. She started right away with the clear lexan paddle and she started hard. I always panic a little with the first couple stinging swats. She didn't do many before she changed to the leather slapper. It covers both cheeks at the same time, stings pretty good, but mostly makes a pretty frightening sound. I got out the spoon too but only asked her to warm me up with the lexan paddle and leather slapper. She did about 10 with each and then asked if that was enough. I was so scared of the 10 minutes with big paddle that I asked her to use the spoon a little. She paid delicious attention right down the middle. My erection was probably at its fullest glory after the spanks right over my forbidden hole.

I was shaking nervously as I set the countdown timer to 10 minutes. Then I gripped the counter and stood on tip toes to present my bottom for the paddle. The paddle is oval and covers one cheek easily. The first spank was on the right cheek and withered me with its intensity. I humped the air with my rapidly softening penis. After a couple seconds I tried to regain my position. She left me waiting in position before assaulting my left cheek. I twisted and clenched.

The rest is a blur except for a couple memorable moments. About three minutes in, she landed a beauty and I really kicked my legs. I realized that I was very close to do doing the "ouchy dance". It brought tears to my eyes. A minute or so later, she quickly spanked my right and then left cheek. I almost came unglued. I took a look at the timer at 5:30 and moaned which made her giggle a little. Just before the timer went off, she spanked me hard right in the center.

I stopped the alarm and stood up gingerly. I asked to go see how it looked and she said OK. I was bright red with that hint of white on both cheeks. I think it was the worst I have ever looked. Each spank was about thirty seconds apart. I think they could have been more frequent--like as soon as I was ready--but for each one, I had to be on my tip toes with my bottom out. Sometimes she would rub the paddle over my cheeks or tap like she was taking aim. A couple times there was a long pause of nothing as I quivered waiting for the crack. It was maddening.

She was sitting in a chair holding the brush when I got back. I was mostly soft and didn't think I could ejaculate under the brush. One of the options was to masturbate into my underwear in front of here and then get and a little of the clear lexan paddle after I squirted. I opted for that. I had to first retrieve that paddle for her and then put on a pair of cotton thong underwear. Kneeling in front of her, I started masturbating. After a little bit, she put the paddle against my sore bottom and just rubbed me with it.

It was very embarrassing and I felt so ashamed masturbating under her watchful eye. As I approached orgasm, I pointed my penis into the pouch of the thong. It wasn't a huge amount of semen when it finally came out but it was more than I usually produce when masturbating. Complete, I pulled the underwear up smearing my mess against my manhood that was rapidly shrinking back to little boy size.

She started paddling and I went to all fours. I am always surprised how much more it hurts after I've cum. She didn't spank me for long (20 or so) before asking if I had enough. It hurt but I was taking it well, I thought. I later realized that maybe it didn't look like was doing so well. My resolve was gone and I said I had had enough. I always regret saying that. Next time....

I stood up and we both got a look at the giant wet spot on my underwear. I didn't say I was going to wear that pair the rest of the day. When I had the original idea, I fully intended to. Now, however, I decided that this was probably not a good idea. I switched underwear, got dressed, and headed back to work.

I am always surprised how well things go after the spanking. I was relaxed, happy, stress free, and just awesome. The spanking was good. I had tears in my eyes for a while and I was surprised that after the initial shock, how well I handled it. I think she was waiting 20-30 seconds between spanks which was maybe a little too long. Then again, maybe not. The suspense was delicious. I was surprised how hard it was to hold the position; my calves kept cramping up.

The best part was arching my back and sticking out my bottom. I tried to spread my cheeks even. It was   an embarrassing position that was hard to get right. I don't like spreading my cheeks. That is like my last private place. It is so embarrassing to open up and it hurts deep inside when I get wide open. The spank would hit and I would collapse into a squirming mess.

SPOILER ALERT: next time, same thing but I am going to ask her to spank me as soon as I get into position. Also, I am not going to do the masturbation thing at the end. I don't know what I am going to do but I don't think either of us was really comfortable with that.