POOF!
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!
My first date with Veronica went well. Dinner, a walk on the pier, then I took her home.
She suggested for a second date, we stay at her place, and she'd cook dinner.
So after a dinner of salad, then meatballs in onion soup, we sat on the couch, talking.
"So," she asked, "Wanna play truth-or-dare?"
I thought about it, and replied, simply, "No."
She stared at me, with a slight grin, "Is there something you don't want to talk about, if you're asked to tell the truth?"
I managed to keep a straight face, as I just shrugged.
"Well, how about we share our darkest secrets and fantasies?"
I looked at her with big eyes, and said, "I ... don't think so."
"Sounds like you have something to hide."
Again, I managed to keep a straight face as I shrugged.
"Tell you what, I'll go first with something, then you tell."
"I can not guarantee that I will ... actually talk about anything, but I'm willing to listen to you, then decide if I'm willing to ... talk."
"Okay!" she said, chirpily. "So ... I like to give ... spankings ... on bare bottoms."
I stared at her for twenty seconds, then I finally asked, with a dry mouth, "Male ... or female ... bottoms?"
"Oh, I definitely prefer male. I mean, I'm fine with spanking females, but I really prefer males."
"So ...do you prefer spanking young boys ... teen agers ... older men ...?"
"Well, for sure, NOT minors. I give spankings for MY enjoyment ..and for the, um, spankee's. Not punishment, not discipline, but consensual ... somewhat kinky, fun. But, I DO like to role-play, depending on who I'm with, AND what he or she likes to do, like pretending he is a very naughty boy about to get a spanking from Mom, or he is a submissive hubby about to get a spanking from his Strict Wife..."
"Let's assume a 'him' so I don't have to say he/she or him/her.... do you take his pants down, or have him get naked, or something in between?"
"Just depends on how it's going, and the aspects of the role-play, if we're doing one. I've done it all those ways, pants down, then briefs down, stripped to briefs or even naked from the start..."
"What position do you ... have your, um, spankee get into, prior to the, um, action?"
"Start with, over my knee, I think that's the only way I've ever done it."
"Do you just use your hand or ...?"
"I start with my hand ... and if that doesn't have the effect I'm looking for, I progress to the back of a hairbrush."
"Mmm ... you said, the effect you're looking for ... but, if this activity, by which I mean, these spankings, are consensual, doesn't the spankee have some say on ... when it's over?"
She looked away in thought, then she said, "There's what is called negotiations that come before ... the activity. We talk, and figure out what "he" wants out of ... this. Sometimes, he's just wanted a pink stinging bottom, in which case I spank it a bit, then I ask him, "Had enough yet?" and leave it up to him whether I continue or not; other times, he's wanted a real punishment spanking, that brings him to tears if that's possible, or he tells me to spank him as long as I want to, just like, you know, Mom would spank a naughty boy."
"Do you make 'em stand in a corner afterwards?"
She looked at me, with a cocked head, like she was trying to figure me out, then replied, "Yeah, I've done that, depending on the nature of the role-play."
"How about, before?"
"Before?"
"Like, have him strip to his underwear, march him to the corner, yank his underwear down to his thighs, tell him to stand with his hands and on his head, and say, 'You can stand there and think about the spanking you're going to get, and I'll let you know when it's time.'"
She looked at me ... and smiled, and said, "You seem to have given this ... activity some thought."
I shrugged. "Not really. I've just ... done some reading."
"Uh huh. So, no, I have NOT done a scene like you just described, but it does sound ... special. I shall remember it."
"Ever do a scene or role-play where ... you pretend that there's some kind of audience, whether one person or maybe more, watching the spanking in progress?"
She chuckled, and said, "Yeah, there was one guy I spanked who was really into an embarrassment-and-humiliation scene, such as that. So yeah, we role-played that I was Mom spanking a naughty son while two daughters were watching."
"Huh. So, you've never used a belt .. or a paddle ...or maybe a cane?"
"Well, let's not say 'never'. I have attended ... well ... spanking parties ... and used a belt, actually a strap, and a paddle, and a cane ... once or twice, uh, maybe more."
"Hmm."
I sipped my coffee a bit, until she asked, "Any more questions?"
"Nothing immediate," I said with a shrug, then I added, very quietly, "Though I'm a little curious about what happens at 'spanking parties'."
"So, I'll tell you about 'em, sometime. But, I told you my thing ...ahem ... one of my things, don'tcha think it's YOUR turn to share?"
"Well," I said, very slowly, "My darkest fantasy is to have an adult female figure, like a Mom, Stepmom, Aunt, treat me like a naughty little boy and spank my bare bottom."
She stared at me, then a huge smile broke across her face.
"Well, WHAT are we waiting for?" She jumped up, left the room, and returned with a wooden spoon.
SHe said, "You naughty little boy, strip to your underwear and get over my lap."
I did and she started with hand to my briefs
I was moaning and sobbing when she finished and pushed me upright.
"I'm so glad we found this common interest!"
Then she looked down at my groin...
We went into the bedroom to do something with it.
I closed my eyes.
Poof! I was home.
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