Deb and I met in the condiments aisle of the grocery store. I was bending forward - hands on knees - looking at the barbecue sauce offerings on the lower shelves when I heard a voice behind me.

“What a perfect pose for a spanking.”

I turned to see a curvaceous women with a sly smile. “Sounds like fun,” I shot back.

“You are a naughty one,” she countered. This banter went on for a few minutes until she glanced at her watch. “Ahh, gotta run, I’m really late,” she exclaimed.

“Only one appropriate response to tardiness,” I added.

She blushed, “Maybe you’re right.” She scribbled on her shopping list and tore off a piece and handed it to me. It was an email address. “If you want to continue this fun chat, write me.” She turned and headed to the check-out, leaving me aroused, wanting and only halfway done with my shopping.

I wrote her later and our wisecracking conversation resumed. On about the third day of email jousting she suggested we meet for in-person fun. It was clear that we both liked to switch and she suggested we cut cards to decide who goes first. We were to meet at her place right after work - in our usual work attire. In our email exchange, we had discussed various role play interests but decided to save those adventures to future play. When I arrived, she had laid out her small collection of implements on her glass coffee table - a hairbrush, wooden spoon and bath brush. She had urged me to wear the belt she had seen at the grocery store - a fairly thick, 1.5 inch wide bridle leather belt that I knew from personal experience made an excellent disciplinary tool.

We drew for high card and I drew a nearly certain lowest card - the four of clubs. She cut to the Queen of diamonds and was eager for me to submit first. She sat on the sofa and beckoned me to her right side. She was unhurried in her unbuckling of my belt and unfastening my slacks. She tugged them down and noted the tent in my boxers. “You seem to be anticipating this,” she teased and pulled them down to leave my erection wobbling free. She guided me over her lap, intent that my boner was between her thighs. She began to spank with her hand. It had been a long hiatus and the contact laying across her lap as her hand warmed my bottom was exquisite.

She then bade me to retrieve the hairbrush from the table and then continued. The improvised paddle increased the intensity of the swats dramatically until my bottom felt like it was ablaze. She caressed my burning cheeks and then prompted me to stand. “I’m gonna give you a good whuppin’ with your own belt but have a pleasant surprise before that,” she declared, beginning to stroke me. She had me face the table and soon the stimulus brought me to climax, shooting several generous streams onto the glass. She licked a bit of cum from her finger and added, “Mmmmm. Time for your lickin’” She picked up my belt and had me bend over the couch. Six good strokes left a burning swath on my already sore bottom.