OTK spanking discipline

I finally got the nerve and posted a personal looking for someone to OTK spank me, no sex involved. I got responses but none of them were serious or the right scenario. Being married to a vanilla husband I didn't want anything but spankings. Finally I got a pm from a man twice my age. I was about 30.

He explained he's married. He and his wife don't engage in spanking but it's something he did in the past and has fantasized about doing. He's not interested in sex because he and his wife have a satisfactory sex life. So we agreed to meet.

He looked the part perfectly. He was a big heavyset tall man (well over 6’ and I'm just over 5’). He looked grandfatherly and not anyone I found sexually attractive. We talked over coffee and it felt right so I followed him to his house. His wife was at work and he worked part-time from home.

We went to his (finished) basement and once there he immediately went into a stern but even toned role. He said that he was tired of giving me chances and now I'd have to pay the price. He sat down and ordered me over his lap.

He began spanking and had a very firm technique but I had on jeans so it didn't quite have the impact I was hoping for but he reached over to a table and got a hair brush and proceeded to give me the spanking of a lifetime.

He kept me over his lap and ran his hand over my butt cheeks while saying he hoped we wouldn't have to repeat this punishment but that was up to me and my behavior.

He sat me up and cuddled me against him as he stroked my hair. He kissed my forehead and told me to run along and I left. Driving home I was giddy with excitement. It was perfect. EXACTLY what I'd wanted. He was the exact type physically and his attitude was perfect too. It was very grandfatherly without being creepy.

We met weekly for about a month and were falling into a routine. The next time I came over, he proceeded to start spanking me over my jeans but when he reached for the hairbrush, it wasn't there.

He was rubbing his hand over my butt and said I still was in need of more serious spanking but he didn't have his brush at hand so perhaps I should lower my jeans, exposing my panty covered bottom. I was reluctant but decided things were going well so I stood up, undid my jeans and pushed them down just over my bum.

He pulled me over his lap and went back to rubbing his hand over my ass. I felt more vulnerable but he didn't move his fingers anywhere that made me feel violated and began spanking. His spanking got harder and my ass was burning. I'd always found spankings arousing so I admit feeling wet and my clit tingling.

The next time we met, he did the same and suggested the next time I come over that I should consider wearing a thong so my butt cheeks were bare. When I came back the following week, I still wore my bikinis and when I stood before him jeans pushed down he turned me around and grumbled disapprovingly. I seriously felt like I was violating a rule and this was real.

He put me back over his knee and spanked harder than ever. Suddenly he started in with the hairbrush again. He whacked me hard a few times and stopped. He was rubbing my behind then suddenly pulled my panties up like a wedgie so the panties were between my cheeks and my backside was exposed. He chastised me for not wearing thongs and I was going to pay.

The spanking was hard and fast. I was actually bouncing around, my feet kicking, trying to cover my backside. He trapped my leg under his and held my wrist behind my back and continued with a very long hard spanking. Then he ran his fingers over my burning cheeks, asking if I knew what to wear the next time. I nodded meekly and the hairbrush cracked down as I was asked again. I loudly said yes. He responded "Yes, what??" Instinctively I said ”Yes, SIR!"

After cracking the hairbrush on my bare cheeks a couple more times, he had me kneel in the corner, head down, butt up, knees apart. While he had gone far beyond our original deal, it felt appropriate in our role play plus I was super aroused.

A few minutes passed and he walked over, rubbed his hand over my burning tush, pulling my panties tightly between my butt cheeks. His fingertips came close to touching my private area but didn't. He sat back on the couch, had me come over for cuddling and held me as always but kept running his hands over my butt and thighs.

The next several times I wore thongs as instructed and the spankings got harder and longer. Corner times were more frequent and the aftercare of running his hands over my cheeks allowed for his fingertips to graze over my private area but he never really touched me directly there.

When I arrived next I was not coming from home and realized I had on bikinis and not a thong. He did not like this at all when I lowered my jeans. He looked at me for a long time then ordered me to pull down my panties. I did so slowly and he pulled me over his lap for a very long hard spanking, bare handed and with the brush.

I was thrashing about and he again held my leg under his leg, causing my legs to spread apart. I tried to pull my legs together but he held tight, spreading my legs apart. Using his fingers he spread my ass cheeks and my entire pussy was exposed. He spanked me further then put me into what I now know as a diaper position. Face down on his lap, my head to the floor and my legs spread apart on either side of him. Essentially my entire pussy spread open at his lap level. He spanked my ass cheeks hard and then brought the hairbrush down on my labia. I jumped but he held me firmly. After two more whacks he told me to get in the corner, head down, legs apart, butt raised. I was embarrassed and exposed.

He came over, rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks and labia and had me on his lap for cuddling, holding me firmly but running his hands lightly over my entire body. Caressing firmly the usual places but also letting his fingers graze over my breasts and between my legs. Not rubbing me or squeezing but just a light stroke. After a few moments, he told me to run along.

I returned the following week, wearing a thong and wondering what would happen. I had been so aroused the previous week. It was all going perfectly and I felt it didn't violate the "no sex" rule. For the first time we went to his basement but went to a guest room instead.

He sat on the bed, told me to lower my jeans and turn all around. He watched me and then told me to lower my jeans all the way to my knees. He then directed me across his lap. Once there he pushed down my jeans further until the were bunched around my feet and ankles. Pulling me over he started with the hairbrush with hard cracks. I was wriggling around and started crying. He pulled down my thong and spread my cheeks apart. I was panicky but gotta say I was wet.

He spanked my pussy lips then plunged his fingers inside. I bucked up but he grabbed my breast with his free hand, holding me down. His other hand alternating between spanking me and rubbing my pussy, his knee pressed against my pelvic area. I thrashed about but my jeans around my ankles held me firm.

He pushed his fingers deeper into my vagina, fucking me, and I felt his thumb against my anus. I thrashed harder but he flipped me on my back and had his mouth on my pussy. His mass kept me from escaping and he was licking and sucking me, clit to anus. He pulled my jeans off one ankle and spread my legs far apart, pulling my pussy to his mouth.

He kept eating me and I couldn't help cumming two or three times. I'd never had anal sex so when he pushed his finger into my asshole it hurt but I came again. He was so strong and forceful I could wriggle but there was no getting away. Whenever I did push he whacked my ass hard.

I fully expected to be raped but he just kept eating my pussy. In spite of my indignation and rage, I kept getting wet. He expertly licked and sucked my clit, tongue fucking my pussy before moving down tongueing my asshole. I was embarrassed but also exhausted and resigned myself to waiting for it to be over.

Finally he stopped. When it was clear he was done, I pulled away and stood up, pulling up my panties and jeans. He looked at me, apologized and asked if we could talk. I said no, I wanted to get out of there fast.

Driving home I was a mess of emotions from relief that I survived it relatively intact to panic over what happened, feeling ashamed and guilt.

I avoided contact with him. He tried getting in touch, apologizing and swearing it wouldn't happen again, it just got the best of him and he was ashamed and regretful. But I avoided contact. After a month or so, I admit I was missing the spankings. It had been so perfect. Maybe I would reconsider and allow one mistake with assurances it wouldn’t happen again. Before I decided what might happen next, I contacted him, accepted his apology but I needed more time. He was patient and said he wouldn’t contact me again, he would leave to me.

Weeks went by and I had decided to forgive. It was holiday season and I planned to contact him afterwards. However, the entire course of events took a strange twist when we went to my husband’s company Christmas party. There were about 200 people but imagine my shock when across the room there was ‘Grandpa’ maybe 100 feet away. I immediately went to the ladies room and seriously dry heaved. He hadn’t noticed me so I told my husband I was sick and needed to go home. In the car I breathed a sigh of relief. Anyways I never returned to see “Grandpa” and all these years later I find myself regretting it. Not what I did! But instead I regret I didn’t return for more of the perfect discipline. I fantasize about it frequently and wish I had it now. All true.

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