Shannon 1: She's just a girl who cain't say no (to a spanking) '

What might have happened if I had met a woman who enjoys being spanked ... before I discovered the same thing about myself....
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!

On my second date with Shannon, a 'young' woman from Ireland, sitting around in my living room, we were sipping wine, discussing our likes and dislikes and she said, "I really enjoy having my bare bottom spanked and beaten until I cry."
After a long silence, she said, "Aren't you going to say ...anything?"
"Actually, I was waiting for you to say something like 'bazinga!' or 'just kidding'."
"Oh NO! I'm quite serious. I really enjoy it, it turns me on A LOT."
"Well.... do you prefer ... to have your skirt pulled up or pants taken down, and spanked on your bare bottom ...that way, or do you prefer to be required to strip naked for a beating, or ... whatever disrobing is in between?"
"Actually, I like to have ... the person spanking me TELL ME what to do as His choice."
"Well...do you consider spanking as some kind of foreplay prior to sex, or do see the activities as totally different things?"
"I ... really get turned on by being spanked, up to and including when I'm bawling my eyes out, so yes, you could think of it as ... foreplay."
"What if the person spanking you, your Top we should say, wants to have sex BEFORE spanking you?"
"Well, if I were to be ASKED my preference, it would be to give Him a hand job or blow job before a spanking, rather than have penetrative intercourse, but if he is going to be my Top, then it really is His choice."
"Um, shouldn't you always negotiate a scene before you get involved, and talk about your preferences and such, and possibly your limits?"
"I'm the type to say, 'You ...' talking to the Top', are in charge, do what you want, if I ask for anything, it's ... to make me cry."
"Hmm. Do you have your own personal supply of ... spanking implements?"
She laughed. "Oh, you bet I do!"
I said, "Sadly, I don't have much in that category here."
After a moment's pause, she asked, "Shall we... um... go to my place?"
I looked at her evenly. "Yes, if you wish."
We went to my car, and drove to her house, went inside..
"Okay, show me what you got, on the kitchen table."
She brought a big bag of ...stuff, and laid out a bunch of implements on the table.
I picked up one or two or three, to feel the weight of each in my hand, put them down and looked at her, and said, "So, are you just ... showing me, or are we ... doing this?"
"I hope we are doing this."
"Shall I consider that full consent for anything that follows, or should we discuss limits?"
"You have my full consent for ANYTHING."
"Then, it's time for you to strip naked, right there, while I watch."
She looked only a little embarrassed, then began to undress, until she was ... naked.
"Stand in front of me, at attention."
She stood straight up, hands at her sides, eyes straight ahead.
"Now turn around, 180 degrees."
She did.
"Turn back to face me."
She did.
"Let's go to the bedroom."
She led; I followed.
"Get a couple of pillows, on the center of the bed. Lay down face down, hips on the pillows. Another pillow under your chin, so that you can look straight ahead, and not to either side."
"Arms and hands stretched out, like you're reaching for the corner. Legs squeezed together.  Stay there, I'll be back in a few minutes."
I left, and returned with the leather strap.
I started by standing on one side of the bed, and applied twenty strokes of the strap to her bottom as she gasped.
I stopped and went to the other side of the bed, and applied another twenty strokes...
Back to the other side, thirty fast strokes, then back to the second side for thirty strokes.
She started sobbing after twenty-ish, and was crying hard after thirty.
I stopped, and returned to the kitchen, and exchanged the strap for a thin whippy cane, then went back to the bedroom, where she was softly sobbing.
"Get up, on your knees, down on your elbows, push your bottom up."
She did and 
I began striking her bottom rapidly with the cane.
After ten strokes, she was sobbing again. After twenty she was loudly crying. After thirty, I stopped.
I went to the kitchen, put the cane down, returned to the bedroom.
She was still in position, sobbing quietly.
I yanked on her ankles, and pulled her feet off the bed, and planted them on the floor. "Stay bent, all the way over."
I stripped down to just my socks, fished a condom packet out of my pants pocket, put the condom on my hard penis, stepped up behind her, and easily slipped my cock into her very wet pussy.
I grasped her left breast in my left hand, squeezing her nipple, while my right hand was between her thighs, twiddling her clit, and fucked her, as she moaned and gasped, in climax after climax, and then I nutted inside the condom within her, and I withdrew.
"Okay, scene over."
She slowly stood upright, her back still to me, her hands rubbing her bottom vigorously, then she turned around, a big smile on her face, then she reached out and hugged me tight, and with tears in her eyes, murmurred, "OH MY SPIRIT that was SO intense, THANK YOU!"
We broke off the hug.
I went to the bathroom, to get rid of the condom and wash up.
When I returned, she had put on a sheer dressing gown.
I put on my briefs and shirt.
"I hope you don't mind..."
I smiled. "The scene is over, it's just, you know, you and me. I didn't expect you to ... stay naked, not that I would mind..."
"IF you want..."
"NO, no, be comfortable. There may come a time, if we stay together, and I'm not one to make predictions, that I tell you to stay naked or otherwise, but not at this time."
We returned to the living room, poured another glass of wine each, and sat down ... and I smiled as I watched her very carefully and gingerly sit down.
"So," I started, "In your deep desires, how often would you receive a good thrashing? Once a week, or ..?"
She laughed. "Oh my Spirit!  Two, three, four times a DAY! But, sadly, so far.." and she looked at me intently, "NOBODY has been up to the task."
I returned her gaze.  "Then just call me .. 'nobody'."
She grinned.
My hand went to my crotch. "I do believe ... there's something hard inside my briefs."
She kept grinning. "And what is your ... pleasure?"
"For me to take these down.." and I did, and for you to take that off, and straddle me, on knee on each side of me, facing me, and we fuck, long and slow."
"Ooooh yeah.." 
She moved to get on top of me.  
"Hang on, my condoms are in my pants pocket..."
"Oh forget it, I'm on the pill. Let's go."
"Mmm..."
She got on top of me, lowered her pussy onto my hard penis, and I began thrusting as she moved with me, while my hands squeezed the welts on her bottom, and she moaned.

One happy ending later, 
I said, "I dislike fucking and running, but I have an a very early shift tomorrow, and I gotta go."
"Why not...spend the night?"
"Because I'm not ... prepared, with a change of socks and underwear, a toothbrush, a contacts lens case, etc. IF we are going to consider future sleepovers, I need to be prepared with an overnight bag."
"Oh ... okay... well, tomorrow you'll be home at ..."
"About 4 p.m...."
"And I'll be home from work about ehhh 5:30.."
"After you do some shopping..."
"Shopping?"
"Henceforth, in my presence, you will wear ... skirts or dresses, NO pants.  And nylons, whether stay up stockings, or stockings with garter belts or pantyhose, but no panties underneath. IF you have these, great, if not, get some, if you can't afford them, you can use my charge card."
"Um, I have enough to get started, then maybe ... we can go shopping together, and see what you really like."
"For the first ... few days, or until I say, I prefer, um, pantyhose."
"I have ... quite a few unopened packages."
"Excellent. And what did I say about, under the pantyhose?"
"No panties."
"Excellent.  Text me when you leave work, I'll let you know when I plan to arrive here."
"Okay...."
I kissed her quickly, goodbye and I left.

to be continued in SHANNON 2