Happened a couple of months after we started dating. We were at a party, having a lot of fun n laughs, as per him a bit too much with another guy I had just been introduced to. No wonder he kept glaring at me the whole time but I didn't understand why. I did understand fully later once we were in the car back home and the fight started. My defensive statements made him even madder than he was.
I was dragged inside once we reached home, roughly bent over the side of the bed, jeans and panty brought down to mid-thighs, both hands pinned behind my back. I kept protesting loudly all the time, shocked that he was doing this. And then the first spank landed, making me gasp. No more protests honey, he asked mockingly. Then the spanking started in right earnest. My very first punishment from him.
Was being scolded and lectured alongwith the spanks, that I should know better than to flirt with other men right in front of him. I squealed in pain, trying to move a lot. All that did was make him grab my thick, heavy hairbrush lying around and start spanking me with it. He spanked really hard and the pain was terrible. I cried a lot.
He let up only when I apologized, promising never to do something like this again.
Met the same party guy a few days later on the street. Just said a polite hello and moved on. My boyfriend wasn't around but the memory of my tanning was. His spanking really taught me a lesson to accord him more respect.