My first spanker

[su****]

One winter afternoon, as usual, I was at the cybercafé. I had gone there to chat in a room for people living in Córdoba. One of the nicknames caught my attention: Azotadora (“Spanker”).
For some time, I had been interested in fantasies of domination. Reading has always been a form of escape for me, and lately my favorite genre had been stories about domination. So, imagining that this person might be into spanking, I decided to message her.
My guess was right. She was a spanker. Her name was Daniela; she was around 45 years old, slim, cultured, well-mannered, and very pleasant to talk to.
After chatting for a while, we decided to meet one Saturday afternoon. We chose a very simple, unassuming bar. At last, we were sitting face-to-face, and the conversation flowed very naturally. Once we had finished our drinks, she invited me back to her apartment so we could continue talking.
We went upstairs to her place. She had a large, comfortable brown leather couch, and we sat down. It was a spring afternoon, so we had some cold juice.
By then, a certain level of trust had developed between us through our chats, and the conversation turned to our shared interest in spanking. We were both new to it; it was the first time either of us had talked about it with someone face-to-face.
We couldn’t let the opportunity pass us by, so we decided to take our first steps and finally act out our fantasy.
She asked me to lie across her lap. Once we were both comfortable—
Smack!
The first spank landed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes… yes. Please, keep going.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I like your butt. It’s nice and plump, perfect for spanking. Can I pull down your shorts?”
“Yes, of course.”
With my shorts around my ankles, she now had more direct access to my butt.
Smack… smack… smack!
The spanking continued, and we gradually settled into a steadier rhythm. My face could feel the cool leather of the couch while my backside began to feel the heat from the spanking.
Suddenly, this time without asking permission, I felt her take the outer edge of my briefs and pull the fabric inward, wedging it between my buttocks so that my underwear effectively became a thong.
There I was, lying across a woman’s lap, my butt red and my briefs tucked between my cheeks.
Smack… smack… smack!
Now the skin of her hands and the skin of my buttocks met directly in an act of power, sex, and domination

[Wi****]

Sounds like a perfect first meet and great together meeting!