When I was in college I had my first really serious long-term romantic relationship with a girlfriend (we seriously discussed marriage, but decided against it). We are still very good friends to this day and, when we cross paths, we still know/feel how much we care for each other. But, she and I are both very happily married now, and neither of us will ever cheat in any way whatsoever on our spouses.
Our spouses have gotten to know each other and they are not jealous that Becky and I will always remember our “first-love” relationship fondly (they have their own “first-love” memories).
Back to our college years… I was an incoming senior in college (21.y.o.) when she was an incoming freshman (17.y.o.). We met on her first day on campus, a few weeks before classes started. She arrived even earlier than move-in-day for most freshmen, because she had received a scholarship to swim for the university's varsity women's swimming team and had received permission to move into her dorm significantly ahead of freshman orientation. I was on campus because I was taking some summer quarter classes, was involved in various activities and was working part-time for the university in various capacitiesnand was also a varsity swimmer (although not nearly at talented as Becky).
I was literally the first student that Becky met upon her arrival on campus because a fellow senior female swimmer (Nicole) and I were asked by the Admissions staff (some of my part-time work at the university was for the Admissions Department) and the women's varsity swimming head coach to help her move in, and make her feel welcome.
I was in the Admissions Department when she and her parents walked through the door early that morning. They had arrived late the night before and had stayed at a nearby hotel. I ended up spending almost the whole day with her and her parents. In the morning, I had one of my buddies help us move all of her stuff from their U-Haul rental trailer into her dorm room. Her parents invited me out for a lunch and shopping trip but I had another commitment. While they were at lunch and shopping, my buddy and Nicole told me that it was obvious that Becky and I were “hitting it off” and I should “go for it”. To make it easier for me, they said that they were both going to “make themselves scarce” that afternoon, so I would be the only one providing a “personally customized” first day on campus for Becky.
After lunch, I met up with Becky and her parents to help them navigate the campus and various procedures for accomplishing first-day stuff. At this point our attraction to each other became even more obvious. At one point, her parents said that they needed to go shopping again to purchase a few more last-minute items for Becky, but asked if I could continue to help Becky accomplish a few more things on campus. I later found out that, during lunch, Becky's parents had told her that it was obvious that we were “hitting it off” and that she should “go for it”. The last-minute shopping wasn't really necessary. Her parents were just “making themselves scarce”, so Becky and I could “get to know each other”.
Becky and I got to know each other very quickly. I asked if she had a boyfriend (nope), and she asked if I had a girlfriend (nope), and we kissed inside one of the swimmers' locker rooms that was closed at the time, but I had a key (I felt it was important for me to give Becky a tour of ALL of the swimming/diving facilities… lol).
When we met back up with her parents I noticed Becky saying something quietly to her mom. Then, her mom said something quietly to her dad. Then her dad invited me to come out for dinner with them! They were going to stay at the hotel again that night and leave for home after breakfast the next morning. Dinner was very enjoyable and after dinner (at about 9pm, at this point) Becky's parents dropped us off on campus and her dad said, “Would the two of you like to go out for brunch with us tomorrow morning, before we leave town?” Becky looked at me, as if to allow me to answer on behalf of both of us. It was at this point that I realized that not only were Becky and I very interested in each other, but we definitely had her father's blessing. I said, “Yes Sir, WE would very much like to do brunch with you tomorrow.” (I even summoned the courage to EMPHASIZE the word WE with a firm/decisive tone of voice – something that her father later told me he noticed and gave him a “very good feeling” about me). Becky and her mom smiled at each other, and I shook her dad's hand, and I walked Becky to her dorm.
Well, actually we walked and talked all over campus until 4am… and then, we returned to her dorm. I helped her with finishing the organizing of her belongings then we went to her dorm lounge and watched a movie. Other than the Head Resident and one other early arrival, there were no other residents in her dorm, so we watched a movie and cuddled in the lounge (no sex – I respected her – and women in general - too much to make that kind of move less than 24 hours after meeting her). She fell asleep in my arms for about an hour, but I never fell asleep that night.
While she was sleeping, I could not prevent myself from getting hard, while I was pinned, in a spooning position, between her body and the back of the sofa. So, when she woke up, I could not hide it from her… she could feel it and she pushed against it a few times, to let me know that she could feel it. I was embarrassed and said, “I'm sorry, Ma'am.” She rolled over to face me, squeezeed me HARD through my baggy shorts, and said, “You're a VERY naughty boy, aren't you?” I said, “Yes Ma'am.”, and at that moment I knew that we were embarking on a very special relationship!
Later that morning, we went out for brunch with her parents. When they dropped us off on campus, her dad said (with tears in his eyes), “Take good care of my daughter, okay?” And I said, “Yes Sir, I promise!” This was probably one of the most amazing 24-hours of my life, because SO little was actually said and yet we ALL knew that Becky and I were already in a relationship AND that it was going to be long-term and special / meaningful.
As a boy, I had been spanked in front of witnesses, because that's how it was when/where I was born and raised. It really wasn't very unusual to be spanked in front of witnesses or to witness spankings … at home, at school, at church etc. The first time that I was really spanked in front of a witness by a serious romantic partner (not some childhood role-playing or whatever) was 4 months after meeting and falling in love with Becky. I went home with her over the Christmas and New Year holidays (aka: winter break). Becky and I had already agreed that we believed in discipline within our relationship ... both a willingness to accept discipline when we deserved it and administer discipline when our partner deserved it (this was usually harder than accepting it). We had talked, and we were both aware that our families were both strong believers in encouraging/loving positive reinforcement of family rules/values, but also strong believers in strict-but-loving consequences/discipline (including spankings) for breaking family rules.
Because I was visiting with Becky's family for two weeks (as her boyfriend), it was unlikely for me to be there without being exposed to a family issue that required somebody to accept some discipline.
A few days after being with the family I witnessed Becky's 13.y.o. brother receive a paddling from Mr. Richardson. It really wasn't anything unusual for me… I had witnessed countless such parental spankings from a very young age. A few days later, I brought Becky home late from a date. The next afternoon, Mr. Richardson had a talk with us. He told us that he had heard us arrive home past 1am and reminded us that we had promised to be home before midnight. He said that if we had asked for permission to be out until 3am, he would have said yes because he understood that we were adults (Becky was 18.y.o. at this point). HOWEVER, he said that, as a young couple, living with his family, under his roof, eating his food, he expected us to communicate effectively, keep promises, and respect family rules. He asked if we had a very good excuse for arriving home over an hour late (we admitted that we did NOT). And, he reprimanded us for not coming to him FIRST thing in the morning to apologize instead of just hoping that we had gotten away with it. He told me that he and his wife really liked me a lot and that not only was I welcome to visit on this occasion, but I was welcome to consider myself a member of their family (to come and go without specific invitations), IF I was willing to obey family rules and accept family discipline.
I agreed to be under his authority while living with his family, but not yet married to his daughter.
That evening, Mr. Richardson punished BOTH Becky AND me in front of the family. Becky and I were young, and our relationship was still only months old, so I was still unable to be naked in front of her and see her naked (let alone with other witnesses) without having an erection, so that was VERY embarrassing.Mr Richardson punished me more severely than Becky because he said that it was more-so my responsibility as a gentleman to make sure that Becky and I respect the family. He stopped spanking me just as it became obvious that I was starting to cry. He wanted to humble me, but not perpetrate unbearable humiliation upon me.
Because I was born/raised in a time/place where witnessing childhood spankings was not uncommon, I never thought much of it, until I was disciplined at the Richardson's house. This experience, however, gave me a VERY good appreciation for the potential embarrassment associated with a spanking!