In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
We met at a party at the large company we both worked for.
We started talking, and she told me, her husband of fifteen years had died tragically some months ago in a car accident.
We set up a date for the following Friday.
That night, we went to dinner, then walked on the beach all night, just talking.
I took her home, and at her door, before she went in, I said, "Shall we do this again sometime ...soon?"
She looked at me, and said, "Come in for a minute."
I did, and we sat in her living room.
She said, "So, I did not mention this before, because I didn't know how a first date would go, and if it worked out that we weren't going to see each other again, it wouldn't matter.
But, I see, this ... us... might go somewhere so ... here it is... when my husband was alive, here, I used to give him frequent, regular ... spankings."
I looked at her with a straight face and a raised eyebrow, and asked, "Spankings?"
"Yes. Always bare bottom, almost always with him ... stark naked. Sometimes for fun, which usually led to sex, sometimes for discipline, which were much harder spankings, when I wanted to emphasize some particular aspect of our relationship, and sometimes for punishment, much harder still, when he broke some rule or otherwise annoyed or angered me. After he departed, I resolved that should I ever get into another long-term relationship, it will only be with someone who readily accepts my discipline."
She stopped talking, and I just sat quietly.
"So, there you have it. If you want to pursue a relationship with me, you will have to be willing and ready to ... be spanked by me."
"Okay, then," I said, getting up. "May I ... take some time to mull this over?"
"Of course. Call me if you wish."
I got up and went home.
The next morning, I called her. "Hi, uh, it's Barry ... you busy tonight?"
"Not at all. What did you have in mind?"
"Um, dinner, and ... I haven't figured out the rest."
"Okay, how about you come here, around 7, and I'll fix dinner for us?"
"That would be great."
I arrived, and she showed me in.
We sat for a few minutes, with a glass of wine each,
and she said," So ... you've thought about what I said."
"Yes, and ... I am willing and ready to ..."
She nodded, and said, "Then let's get started."
She pulled out a dining room chair, and turned it so the back was to me, picked up a leather strap, and said, "Get undressed, and bend over this."
I took a deep breath, and stood up, and began undressing.
Naked, I went to the chair, and bent over it.
She stood behind me and
she gave my bottom forty strokes of the strap, as I whimpered and yelped.
She stopped, and said, "You took that well. Get dressed, and I'll work on dinner.
After a satisfying meal, we were again seated in the living room, and after a few minutes, she said, "Time for part two. Let's go into the bedroom."
I followed her, and she sat in a chair and picked up a slipper, and looked at me expectantly.
I began undressing.
Once naked, I went over her lap and
She stopped and said, "Get up and go stand against the wall there ..."
After a few minutes, she said, "Now, turn around ... and come join me."
She was in bed, under covers pulled up to just above her breasts.
I got on the bed, under the covers next to her, and soon
I rolled off of her, both of us gasping for breath.
We lay together, spooning, and said, "You wanna spend the night?"
"You gonna spank my bottom in the morning?"
"Almost certainly."
"Okay, then."
We dozed off.
POOF!
I was home again.
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