Friday, February 13, 2009

Sabine, Paris

How well I remember the  first spanking I gave to Sabine. It was, in light of where we have gone since, hardly a spanking at all, but at the time, it provided the essential spark that ignited a lifetime's passion. 

We met across the cafe tables, enjoying conversation and flirtation, and there came a time when she agreed to visit my studio to sit for me. On the appointed day however, I waited all afternoon with no sign of her. A week later I encountered her again amongst a group of cafe clientele. She came through the crowed cafe to where I was standing by the bar. With a mischievous expression she proceeded to give me an off-handed apology.

As I recall, my reception was cool, since I was still feeling genuinely annoyed. "You must have had much more pressing business. It seems you were unable to even send a message."

At this she giggled, the look of a delicious memory clearly passing over her impish features. "I guess I did get involved in something I couldn't break away from. Sometimes I just can't control myself. I really am sorry," she said with a silly pout. "I can come tomorrow."

This girl was impressing me less and less all the time. "That's alright. I'm not sure you'd really enjoy sitting still for hours," I said in a somewhat derisive tone.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Her cute little expressions weren't getting far with me, but she certainly wasn't giving up.

"Mad? No, I'm not sure I'd use that word. It certainly is annoying to set aside an afternoon for no reason, though."

"Oh, the last thing I want to be is annoying," she said, with another display of lower lip.  She must have seen that she was making headway against my stern resolve however, and added with an innocent gaze into my eyes, "Perhaps I should be disciplined."

At this I chuckled. This young thing was too precious for me to treat the topic of a missed appointment so seriously.

"Yes, I imagine you should be," I said.

"I probably deserve a good spanking."

"Do you think that would help you remember to keep your appointments?"

"I hope so," she said and turned, right there at the crowded bar, presenting her lovely round behind to me. She wiggled it a bit and looked over her shoulder at me with one finger on her lower lip. "I'm so badly in need of discipline."

"You do appear to be a wayward little coquette," I replied while admiring the way her long skirt curved over her anatomy.

"Perhaps if we get my punishment over now then we can arrange an appointment for tomorrow." This was accompanied by another suggestive thrust of her delicious rear in my direction.

I was a bit nonplussed by this young trollop's behavior, but the whole situation was rather enjoyable, so I did my best to rise to the occasion.

"How many do you think you deserve?"

The look now in Sabine's eyes showed the knowledge that she had hooked her fish, and she languidly stood up and came closer to me.

"As many as you desire to give me, Monsieur," she said, her voice an octave lower than her previous flirtations. 

She then turned and began to walk to the back of the cafe. She looked over her shoulder and gave me another of her marvelous smiles. I followed her into a store room where she made her way between the dusty boxes and sacks and barrels. At the other side of the room she bent at the waist and put her hands on a shelf before her.

The sight of her flawless form presented so submissively began to have an effect on my demeanor. I removed my coat and laid it over a stack of boxes, then rolled my sleeves as I took two steps across the small room to stand behind her, and a bit to the left. With a few gentle strokes of my hand I smoothed her skirt over her rear. Her breath was coming heavily as she waited for my blows.

I withdrew my hand and then brought it down against her firm buttock. Her body stiffened and she let out a sound that was a cross between a snort and a moan. Quickly I followed that first slap with one to the other side. Sabine moaned a bit more and thrust her behind at me again.

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed, her head hanging down between her arms.

Physical domination was nothing that had ever appealed to me, but this young woman's behavior brought a new fire to my veins. I now delivered a blow that made her gasp. It was a gasp of shock, tinged with desire. 


  1. A pout, is a pout, is a pout, or is it? Mmmmm. What a delicious offering of words and flesh, from concept through creation. I think the lass in question knew what she was doing, yet had no idea of the power she held. And what a great moment in which to break someone.

  2. Thanks. I love the combination of the young, untapped sensual depths and the older, experienced hand ready to guide and appreciate her blossoming.