I spanked a man...

It happened quite some time ago. I did not write about it earlier, because I wanted to keep it to myself in order to process it mentally. I just needed to have the experience for myself. Could not share it. Did not want to share it. Not even with you.

It was much more intense than I expected it to be. And I can not find the words to phrase properly, how deep and moving an experience it  was. Even now, just thinking about it, I almost can not believe it actually happened. It was an event so out of my regular life...I am lacking the right words to express how overwhelmed I have been by it. Overwhelmed in a very good sense. It was probably the deepest gift of trust from another human being that I have ever received in my whole life.

In a way, it was exactly as I had imagined it to be. I was prepared. I wanted it to happen. You all know, how much I had written and thought about giving a spanking.And, exactly as I had imagined, it showed that I was only able to do it, because I knew the man is worth my time and dedication. I was so impressed by his ability of (literally) giving himself in my hands. And I am still fascinated by the fact that he submitted to me in such a profound way.

Since it was my "first time", I was unsure what to do and how to do it. And in the very beginning , for a moment, I actually reclined to him for help. But as soon as he signaled me "go for it, you can do it, I will be ok", I had no problems getting  my mind in the right frame. He asked me: "Are you left handed or right handed?" I answered him and then he  walked over to my right side and just went over my knees.

I had seen a lot of spankings on the Internet. And it is not as if you would need to know about astrophysics in order to give a proper spanking. So I was able of spanking him appropriately, even though I had never received a spanking myself ever.

Surprisingly, I did not talk much during the spanking. I only said very little. I mean there was not much to say anyway...I tried to make an impression on his "iron" butt, which - with my hand only- was quite difficult. At the beginning, he had made a very good point- as I know now...- in saying something like: "it is going to be difficult for you to get through to me, if you only use your hand". But I have always been one to accept a challenge. So I spanked him with my hand as hard as I could. And as long as I could.

And I know I was getting through to him....I was really giving him as much as I possibly could. After a while, I told him to get up and I lead him to the corner. It has been getting dark outside, and we were in a pretty dark room by now, but I did not turn on the lights.I enjoyed the calmness that came with the dark.  While he stood in the corner, I sat in the chair, just watching him. It was very strange. I was exhausted. I was sweating. And I tried to understand what was going on. By now, he had fully given all control to me....

I still don´t want to share everything that happened. So I will skip to the end...

Of course there was a proper "aftercare". For him and for me ;-) We were in each others arms for a very long time. Just holding each other. Touching each other. Whispering to each other. Making sure the other one is ok.