Julie Really Deserves A Firm Spanking — And Alex Is The Man To Give Her What She Needs

“That’s it. I’m not going to sleep with Alex.”

“Really?” I was surprised.

All Kay had talked about for the past month was sleeping with the smoking-hot trainer she’d met at a party. They’d gone out once for a drink and then for dinner, and she was always mooning over him when the two of us had lunch in the office cafeteria.

“Last night,” she began, and then she looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to hear us. “Last night,” she continued in a stage whisper, “he slapped me on the butt, and I am just not into that.”

“You’re not?” I hoped I sounded concerned and not lecherous.

Kay shook her head emphatically and started to tell me about the new guy who had serviced the soda machine at the office that morning. He was tall, blond and single—and she was going to drink as much diet cola as possible in order to call him back sooner. Kay was always on the make. I nodded as she chattered away, but I was no longer paying attention. Plans had started to form in my mind.

That afternoon, I joined Alex’s gym. I was lucky to find he’d had a cancellation that day and could fit me in for a training session right away. I didn’t tell him I knew Kay. It was clear she wasn’t going to see him again, and she and I weren’t close outside of the office. As soon as I walked into the gym and saw him, I felt an immediate attraction. He was fit — which I’d expected for a trainer — tall and dark-haired. He had expressive green eyes and a slight five o’clock shadow.

I felt myself growing wet in my spandex pants, and I had to really concentrate on what he was saying. I’m no slouch in the fitness department, thankfully, but the instant lust was overwhelming. I wondered if he felt the heat, too. Was I primed to like him because I sensed a fellow spanko? Or was there honest chemistry between us?

The answer to that became clear as the workout continued. Whenever he adjusted my position, I felt a shiver flicker through me. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw a curious expression on his face. Not simply a focused trainer, but someone who appeared to be sizing me up.

At the end of the workout, he pulled me aside and said, “I don’t usually ask out clients, but . . . ”

He let the sentence hang in the air. I quickly responded, saying, “I’d love to.”

He smiled and whipped out his phone, entering my details in a flash. We had one drink that night at a local bar, and the connection between us intensified. I could hardly handle my end of the conversation; I was so desperate to get him back to my place. He seemed to be feeling the same type of emotion, because when I made the offer to continue the evening at my apartment, he paid the tab and rushed us back to my home.

Now I had a conundrum. How did I let him know what I wanted? Thankfully, Alex solved the problem for me. “You have the most gorgeous ass,” he said, stroking his palms along my derrière through my short aqua dress. Then, while I held my breath, he let one hand come down against my butt. It was more of a love tap than a spank, but that was good enough for me. I responded with my body rather than verbal language. I faced away from him, putting my palms up against the wall of my foyer, and I arched my back.

Alex made a gruff sound in his throat, and he said, “You like that?”

I nodded, my long hair falling forward, my heart racing. He let one hand smack me again, a little harder this time. My pussy responded immediately. Finally, he gave me a real, firm spank, and I moaned. Instantly, he pressed his hard body up against mine from behind and said, “You like that.” It was no longer a question.

“Yes.”

“You need a real, honest-to-goodness spanking.”I tried to face him, but he pushed me harder against the cold plaster. I gave my answer to the wall instead of him.

“Yes, Alex.”

“Good girl. Show me your bedroom.”

I led him quickly down the hall and then stood by the foot of my four-poster and waited.

“How long has it been since you’ve been properly punished?” he asked me.

I stared at my feet. Since my ex and I had broken up — so six months. I told Alex the truth, thinking about what Kay would say if she saw me in such a sub space. We’d never talked about our sexual preferences before. She wouldn’t have had any idea what her minor confession had done to my libido.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

My clit seemed to spark at his words. I felt a jolt run from my core to every part of my body. I did as he said, discarding my panties and waiting for the next command.

“Poor sweet girl,” he said. “Gone too long without anyone to take care of her.”

He sat on the edge of my mattress and bent me over his lap. He dragged my dress to my hips and began to spank me. The rhythm was hypnotic. I felt his hand land on my right cheek and then my left in rapid succession. The spanking worked its magic on me the way spankings always do. The pain was quickly replaced with a flood of positive endorphins. I felt as if I were swimming in pleasure, and when Alex put his fingers between my legs to test for wetness, he discovered my secret.

He started to alternate between spanking my ass and stroking my pussy, and this carnal combination got me off in no time. I shuddered over his lap as the monster orgasm worked through me. I was left panting from the power of the pleasure. Satisfied he’d given me what I needed, he moved me onto the bed and got behind me. I heard the sound of him undoing his slacks, then the telltale noise of a condom being rolled on.

He was in me without pausing for the two of us to undress. I didn’t care. I liked the urgency, and my body responded to his thrusts, my pussy gripping and releasing him over and over. Alex held my waist at first, moving me to the speed he desired. Then he pushed my dress to my hips once more, and I felt him touching the hot spots he’d left with his palms. I shivered at the feeling, overwhelmed by the needs that had gone unfulfilled for so long. When Alex came, I came with him, touching my clit with the perfect pressure to achieve another orgasm.

Afterward, I decided I had to come clean. I didn’t want this to be a one-off, and if we were going to see each other again, I couldn’t have the nagging secret in my head. I told Alex that I’d booked the workout with him based on Kay’s words. Not a recommendation, precisely, but enough for me. I liked him, and I wouldn’t have wanted that information lingering between us. For a moment, I worried that he would be angry or offended, that he might think I’d used him. I held my breath for a second, hoping against hope he wouldn’t be upset by my confession. He leaned against the edge of my bed, and he gave me a look. An expression I recognized settled on his face. He patted his lap, and I crawled across and into position.

It was time for another spanking.—Ms. Julie M., Tulsa, Oklahoma