I had the most wonderful phone call with another member the other day, and I wanted to share it. I’m new to the board, but he’s an old hat. We had several interests in common, including med fet enemas, rectal temperatures, and anal play. We began with an intimate discussion about my history, and his beliefs about sexuality. It was amazing to be so open with someone I’ve never met, but after looking for many months on this site, I had read many of his posts and liked what I saw. He was exactly like his posts on the phone-warm, thoughtful, knowledgeable, articulate,and curious. He also has the most incredible voice!
After an hour or so of deep conversation, he decided that I needed to have my rectal temperature taken. He had also decided it was time for my first spanking. It took many smart remarks and failure to follow the directions exactly, before I realized I had quickly accumulated 50 swats. At first I wasn’t worried; I would be giving them to myself, so how bad could that be? The time I tried it before it hadn’t made much of an impression. When I saw how firm he could be, and that he was really going to take the lead, however, I finally smartened up and remembered my “Yes, Sir” much more frequently.
I was naked from the waist down, lying on my side, with a bottle of lube and a rectal thermometer handy. A huge case of the butterflies had invaded my stomach. I’m not a fan of unreciprocated pleasure, but I was surprised when he told me that he had his cock in his hand and that it was hardening as we spoke. That excited me and pleased me immensely. He directed me to touch my lubricated finger to my anus and massage gently. Having all but shut down any sexual activity for the past 10 years, it had been years since I’d touched that part of me. He talked about how hard he was, and that pre-cum was already beginning to drip. When I prepare to insert the thermometer, he exploded in orgasm, groaning loudly and long.
I felt the smile on my face reach from ear to ear. I was totally delighted, totally turned on. Once recovered, he directed me to slide the thermometer into my bottom. I couldn’t think of the word then, but sensual is the word that describes it. Listening to an unknown/known man direct, query, and coach me had me extremely aroused. The vulnerability was evident, even through the phone line, and I was stimulated to the extreme. So stimulated that when I tried to cum afterward with a vibrator, I was unable to! I peaked several times, but just could not make it over the edge.
He rescued me from myself by telling me to stop trying; it was time for my spanking. I’ve never in my life uttered the words, “15. Thank you Sir. Please may I have another?” At first, it felt like it was all pretend and a little foolish. By the time the spanking was over, my ass was flaming red and highly textured. And I meant every word of what I had repeated after every swat. I felt like I had been challenged, challenged myself, and met the challenge. I was astounded that simply his voice on the other line of the phone could so excite and devastate me. I’d always thought “good girl” was such a silly expression for an adult, for example, but when murmured to me after a set of hard swats, filled me with content.
The next day was very unique for me. I noticed myself shifting to the left as I sat, would frequently be jolted with a sensation from a memory from the previous night, and had such a craving for more play. This was really my first play session ever. It was essentially my first rectal temperature and it was essentially my first adult spanking. After years of wondering, fantasizing, and denying, I felt a shift in my whole being. Truly a wonderful night.