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“Spankie”, My First Submissive!So we are jumping back to the past again my friends! 1985……..Spankie!So to recap, over the summer I had my heart broken and was having a sexual drought. I lost confidence, I was working in a factory stacking heavy boxes for minimum wage, now nineteen years old going on my second year out of high school, a looser going nowhere. At that time, at least where I lived, the only night life for u******e adults was the video arcades and roller skating rings. Mostly populated by much younger girls, and I had an issue with dating under my age at the time. I felt I was an adult, and dating anyone under eighteen was not OK for me. That limited greatly the romantic opportunities available. My senior year I had spoken with the Marine recruiter, taken ASVABS and scored high enough for the MOS I wanted. “Security Forces” I think it was called. Embassy security or military police was my intended job in the service. I decided not to enlist right out of high school for a variety of reasons. First, I had just had sex for the first time in my senior year and the Marines did not have a lot of women. Second, I was training for my brown belt and wanted that very much. The martial arts were and still are a passion of mine and I didn’t want to stop my training. And third, I had spent my whole life in school and wanted to think about my future a little longer, experience working for a living before I committed to four years of military service. My sex life had started off strong and now was non-existent. My job was a joke, even my boss came up to me one day and asked if this was all I was going to do for the rest of my life? The military was looking very attractive to me now, only one small problem.It was September 1984 and I noticed that I couldn’t pull back the middle finger of my left hand. I figured it was due to some blow struck in training injuring a nerve. We did a lot of body hardening and conditioning in the style of martial art I studied at the time, and as you advanced in rank the conditioning became stronger/more significant. Being a brown belt was all about getting pounded and learning to take it. Then the ring finger of my left hand wouldn’t extend. My mother brought me to a neurologist and they ran all kinds of tests on me for about a month or two.Electromyograms, that test was the insertion of needles into my muscles and testing them with electric current, no fun. A myelogram was performed, that was injecting dye into my spinal canal to get images of my spinal cord to see if the problem was there, again, no fun. Eventually my Mom and I sat in the doctor’s office and he said I had “Lou Gehrig’s disease”, Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, “ALS” for short. He said I seemed to have a slow progression of the illness and that over the next ten years or so I would lose all physical function. My mentation would not change; I would still have all of my mental faculties. So I would know what was happening to me. They would have splints made to keep my joints from stiffening up, keeping me as comfortable as possible, but eventually, at the end, I would drown in my own secretions, not having the muscles to even swallow any more. He laid it all out for my mother and me very clearly.We left the neurologists office, my Mom said “Don’t worry, we’ll get another opinion. I don’t believe it.” My Mom was a rock, never shed a tear. I said, “Thank you, I love you Mom”, and told her not to worry. I got in my car, cranked the radio, I remember Van Halen came on, “Hot for Teacher”, as I drove to my old high school and requested my transcripts. I was going to go to college. I had looked into it a little when my fingers started to become weak and knew the steps I needed to take, filling out an application and sending my transcripts was the first step. I figured if I had ten years to live I’d better do something with it besides stacking heavy boxes in a factory for minimum wage. I felt strangely free, “Well, I guess that’s it then. Better get to living, because this is it.” Was what I thought. Oh, I went through the whole process, “Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and eventual acceptance.” I kept my medical condition to myself. My mother and step father were the only ones who knew. I was going to be me until I couldn’t be any longer. I was nineteen years old and would not see thirty.It was winter by then and I continued to train, harder than ever, with a clarity and focus I never had before. Dying in a fight was my hope/fantasy. I hung out with a d**g dealer for a while as I was going through the tedious process of being accepted to collage. He sold cocaine and he liked having me around because he was a little guy and I was, “Muscle”. We had a few sketchy moments but nothing life ending, obviously. But that wasn’t who I was. A d**g dealer, not what or who I wanted to go out as. And jail wasn’t where I wanted to end up either. My broken heart was gone. Who has time for that shit? Nope, I had less than ten years to live life as fully as possible. Seriously, how long before my dick wouldn’t work anymore? I had to start living, LARGE! And that’s when I decided to ask Kim out.Kim was an eighteen year old senior in high school who frequented the video arcade/roller rink I hung out in when I wasn’t working, training or sleeping. She had short black hair and deep brown eyes. She stood about an inch taller than I, five foot seven or so. She had large breasts, larger than most of the girls in the arcade, smaller than Janet’s, but large, and a nice round ass. I had never considered asking her out because she was……odd. I was very into status at the time, and dating the girl that was “odd” was not cool. And at nineteen years old, being “cool” was a big thing for me. But in my current situation, fuck cool, I wanted to get laid!I walked up to Kim and said hello, how are you doing, the usual crap. And immediately felt the “Vibe”. And, “Yes”, she wanted to go for a ride and talk for a while. ;)We drove under a bridge, in a small riverside park/picnic area. It was dark, being winter and very cold outside. My car was warm so Kim removed her jacket. She had a long sleeve shirt on with a V neck that her big boobs filled out quite nicely, I think it was light blue, and blue jeans with sneakers. We chatted about nothing much until I leaned in and we kissed. I slid back my seat and took her in my arms, laying her sunny side up across canlı kaçak iddaa my lap and resumed kissing her, tonging her mouth as I fondled her firm big boobs through her shirt. Eventually untucking it and sliding my hand up to her bra covered knockers; I then continued to manhandle them, turning her on further as we kissed. Eventually reaching around to unfasten the bra, and I couldn’t find the catch. Kim smiled and said, it fastened in the front and she obligingly undid it for me. She had great tits. I worked them up for a while, removing her shirt and now open bra, squeezing her big tits and licking, sucking and nibbling on the nipples. I went to unfasten her blue jeans, she wasn’t wearing a belt and I undid the button at the top after fondling her pussy for a few minutes. Kim moaning into my mouth as we kissed from the stimulation I was giving her. She stopped me then.“Just a minute”, she said. “I can’t do that right now.” I was expecting “No, we just met.” But that wasn’t the case. Kim wanted to fuck but it was that time of the month. And I sarcastically thought, “And so my good luck continues.” Kim then said, “I can get you off though.” And of course I responded, “Sure that would be great!” (What would you say? 😉 She leaned in with a wicked grin on her face and started unbuckling my belt, unfastening my pants and zipped down the fly of my blue jeans, talking as she did. “My last boyfriend gave me a nick name.” “Really, what?” I asked, “Spankie”, she replied. I said, “You mean like that k** in that old show “The Little Rascals.” (Seriously, that’s what I said.) As I lifted my ass off the seat so she could pull my pants down, my erection bobbing up and down for a moment. Kim laughed and said, “No, because I like to be spanked.” As she said this she went down on my very hard cock, sucking it down to almost the end. Her angle was awkward laying across the seat, her big bare boobs hanging down, erect nipples rubbing on my right thigh as she sucked and licked my cock. Spankie was a lot better at sucking cock than Diane ever was. It would seem she had done this a few times before.My imagination was really in high gear after what she told me. “Wow, Kim was a masochistic nympho maniac.” Forget the sarcasm, I was fucking LUCKY! I gripped her head in both hands and I fucked her mouth. Spankie moaning, squealing and gaging, sucking for all she was worth as I face fucked her. It wasn’t long until I climaxed, “I’M CUMMING! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!” Spankie swallowed every drop, gulping away as my cock ejaculated into her mouth and throat. Eventually I released her head, and she sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and hand. “Wow, she said, that was a lot!” and smiled at me.“Well, that was very naughty of you!” I said, smiling back, “I think you need a spanking young lady!” And Kim totally agreed. After moving over to the passenger door of my car so I could sit in the center of the bench seat. Spankie zipped down her unfastened jeans and pulled them and her purple panties down to her knees, revealing a black patch of pubic hair. She then laid herself across my lap, offering up that firm, eighteen year old ass for me to spank, almost as white as the snow outside of my car. This was a first for me; I had never laid hands on a woman with the intent of causing pain. I had never met a girl who wanted to be spanked, Kim was eager to have her ass warmed by me. The very first story I wrote was “My Sexuality” in which I described my first orgasm reading the adult novel “Pleasure Bent” by Roscoe Hamlin. (I found it online to down load if you’re interested, just google it.) Ever since then I’ve found the dominant and submissive sexual relationship arousing. But I had only read about it in books. This was very real.I went about it with caution. I started off soft, “Smack”, a light spank. “How was that?” I asked. Spankie replied, “Harder!” “SMACK!” On the opposite ass cheek, a bit harder and louder that time. “Harder!” was Spankie’s response. “Crack”, “Harder please!” “CRACK!” I brought my hand down with enough force that it sounded like I had clapped my hands. “OUCH! That’s good, just like that!” Spankie responded sounding eager and turned on. “OK then, ready to have your ass spanked?” “Yes please” and I commenced spanking Kim’s ass, “CRACK, OUCH!” I didn’t count, I just kept slapping those ass cheeks of hers, going from left to right until they had turned bright red and until Spankie was trying to fend off my hand, blocking her bright red ass cheeks from ongoing spanks. I could feel the heat radiating off of them. I stopped when she started to struggle and she then pushed herself up off of my lap, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wiped off her face and kissed me on the lips, with only her lips. She still had cum breath and probably felt I wouldn’t like to taste myself. “Thank you” she said, “That was perfect.” And so began our relationship.Spankie was a gift from god. At least to me, that was how it felt. I didn’t ever love her. I was not able to love at that time. I had resigned myself to never having a wife or c***dren, which would have been unfair to the girl and any c***d we’d have. I was resigned to being a “Fuck Buddy” for as long as I could be. And Kim/Spankie was a wet dream come true. Kim’s parents wouldn’t let her go out on a school night so we had Friday and Saturday nights together. We’d meet at the arcade, or I would pick her up at her parent’s mobile home. Drive to someplace private and we would play with each other. Sometimes my parents would be away for the day and I’d take her home to fuck her in my bed. Spankie liked roll playing and fantasy a lot! She would dress up in garter belts and fishnet stockings, lacy under ware and push up bras. She’d wear them under her jeans and regular shirts so her parents wouldn’t know what a naughty little slut she was. Wearing her sneakers and bringing her stiletto heels in a small back pack or large purse, to change into when we were alone.I was very imaginative and uninhibited as well, no time to be timid. “Let’s play hooker and pimp.” And she’d suck my cock and I would direct her. “You had better do better than that if you want to get paid! Faster!” and she would face fuck me with an aggressive pace that must have strained her poor neck. I’d get close to climaxing and say. “NO, that’s not good enough, you need some incentive? canlı kaçak bahis Get your ass up here!” And Spankie would get off her knees and obediently lay across my lap. White ass cheeks framed by garter belts and fishnet stockings. I would have her count sometimes and say my name after each hit, or have her call me “Master” after each hard spank. Or the classic “Thank you sir, may I have another?” I’d play games; like spanking her very fast or very slow, all the spanks on the right ass cheek, then all on the left ass cheek. I’d trick her as she counted the spanks so she’d have to start over. I’d sometimes spank her until she begged me to fuck her. “This will go on until you convince me to stop and do something else.” And her ass would get real red. “OUCH! PLEASE FUCK ME! OUCH! PLEASE, I WANT YOU TO PLEASE FUCK ME!” “CRACK! OUCH!” “PLEASE, I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, FUCK ME PLEASE! And I would eventually stop, tears streaming down her cheeks and she would do as directed. Laying back on the car seat and spreading her legs and pussy for me to lick until she came in my mouth, I can remember the heat warming my face from her well spanked ass as she bucked her pussy into my mouth and tongue as she climaxed, her giggling, and begging me to stop after she came. Her super sensitive clitoris unable to tolerate the stimulation my mouth and tongue were providing. Then I would fuck her brains out.I took her to one of my cousin’s weddings. (The picture is of her at the reception, the only one I have of her, unfortunately.) On the ride home in the back seat of my parent’s car with my suit jacket over my lap, she fondled my cock with her right hand, teasing me the whole ride home. After we arrived at my parents’ house I took her home in my car, after stopping and parking under the bridge of course.I had purchased some “Novelty hand cuffs” and after stripping her naked I spent a long time playing with her big tits and wet pussy while her hands were cuffed behind her back, lightly scratching her big boobs from every angle down to her erect nipples. Then squeezing and fingering her lovely pussy as I talked with her about what I was eventually going to do, or not do. “You know Spankie, that was very naughty what you did in my parent’s car. Teasing me all the way home like that. I just can’t decide what you deserve for a punishment, a good hard spanking? Of course, but perhaps something special, how’s about I just leave you very turned on and not let you get off? How would that be? Would you like that Spankie? “NO! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE!” As she pushed her wet pussy hard into my hand. “Well, we will see, suck my cock.” And naked, hands cuffed behind her back, she slid off the back seat of my car and worked her mouth on my hard cock as I directed her. “That’s it; lick my balls, good girl, now from the base to the tip. Suck it, all the way down, that’s it, that’s my girl.” I had her do this while I played with her hair and fondled her tits. When I got close to climaxing, Spankie swallowing my pre-cum, I stopped her and helped her up, lifting her by her big tits. “Fuck me” I instructed, and Spankie had to negotiate her pussy onto my cock without the use of her hands, straddling me and rubbing her big knockers into my face as she maneuvered herself onto me and into her. I let her fuck me and gave her 5 minutes to climax, hands cuffed behind her back. I can still see those big tits of hers bouncing up and down; every so often I’d give her incentive with a hard ass spank, the smell of sex heavy in the air as she fucked herself to orgasm in less than five minutes. Slumping onto my chest, “AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!” as she humped away with that delightful wet pussy of hers. Then I pulled her off and over my lap and gave her that hard spanking she wanted. Afterwards I slid out from under her so she was face down, her red face on the vinyl car seat, breathing heavy as I squeezed her red ass cheeks together and up, bringing that wet pussy into view. Her hands still cuffed, I slid my cock into her pussy, the hot ass cheeks against my belly, her thighs together as I fucked away squeezing her big tits, “UH, UH, UH, UH…..” Fucking her like that until I exploded inside of her pussy. She was on birth control and I had forgone the condoms a while back with her, not worried about consequences any longer ,other than an unwanted pregnancy.The relationship with Spankie went on for several months like this. One time we went to this biker bar in Vermont on a Saturday to see a rock band I knew was playing there. The drinking age in Vermont at the time was eighteen. It was a long drive and Spankie would have her face in my lap sucking my cock as I drove when I requested it. She had changed into full on slut gear for that trip. She wore a suede black mini skirt with a frilly white shirt revealing her spectacular cleavage. Black stiletto heels and fishnet nylons with the garter belt. Push up silk and lace bra with matching panties. She towered over me. Some dude grabbed her ass when I wasn’t there to see it, she was coming back from the ladies room and she couldn’t or wouldn’t point him out to me. I was going to respond to some guy groping my girl friend in a very violent way. I wasn’t jealous; I was just a little crazy at the time, looking for v******e. My Sensei once said, “If you want to be tough, go into the nastiest bar you can find, walk up to the biggest, meanest looking guy and spit in his beer. After you get out of the hospital, repeat. Eventually, you will become tough.” I actually considered this on occasion, but that would have been very rude, and bully like. And I hated bullies; I kept hoping someone would spit in my beer though. No one ever did. Spankie graduated from high school and rented a room from some family to get away from home. That summer we had a bed to play in and that was very nice. The spankings were less frequent, as I didn’t want the other people in the house to hear me warming her ass. She used to love seeing me in my Gi, wearing my black belt. She left this note on my car at work one day with a sexual fantasy she wanted us to play out.I tested for my black belt in the summer in front of the high Dan board at our international organizations annual week long martial arts camp. Our Sensei wanted us to be….impressive. We were representing him and our school, so he trained us very hard, four nights bahis siteleri canlı a week, two or three hours a night for almost a year. I was never so fit or focused in my life. Except for my weak left hand, this by then had lost considerable strength. The fourth finger had dropped and I couldn’t bend my thumb. It had some strength, I could punch and slap with it very hard, but manipulation of weapons was awkward, especially the Kama and Sai. The Katana and Bo were easier for me to manipulate. And I was good with a knife in my right hand. We all passed our black belt test; we didn’t receive the belts until we returned home. And we were “Probationary Black belts, Shodan-Ho” for a year. Sensei said he was sick of people getting the “All mighty black belt” thinking they were tough and knew everything, then walking out the door. He also said the high Dan board commented that they hadn’t seen a test like ours in over five years. One of the members of the board wanted to see us spar/fight. Another member, a seventh degree black belt said, “Are you k**ding? Look at them, they will kill somebody.” It was probably the best compliment I had ever received in my life. The months I spent with Spankie were truly educational. Sometimes I would have her sit reverse cow girl on my cock, her head on my shoulder, laying back, those big firm, by then nineteen year old tits standing high on her chest. I’d have her place my finger on her clit and talk me through masturbating her to climax. “That’s it, right there, not so hard, a little softer, now faster…That’s it, that’s It…UMMMMMM, AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!” I remember feeling her pussy clamping down on my cock as she got off while she squeezed her big tits in both hands. I then would fuck her brains out until I climaxed. I developed significant cock control. My martial arts training helped a lot with that as well. If you can divorce yourself from physical pain, you can learn to do the same with pleasure. And I became deft at getting Spankie to climax. My touch and fucking became much more skillful; I learned the pillow under the ass position for optimal stimulation of the G-spot. And my tongue and fingering skills was spot on. We talked a lot before and during sex. I developed foreplay skills and we enjoyed roll playing, I knew how to spank the girl’s ass very well by the time I ended things. I hadn’t mastered the “Multiple Orgasm”, but I made sure the girl climaxed at least once, usually two or three times before I would allow myself to cum. But the one after another, after another multi-orgasm women can achieve. I learned how to provide that with “K”, after we were married, years later. I eventually became disenchanted with Spankie. She liked to push my buttons so I would have a reason to spank her hard, so I could make her cry. I’m not a sadist, I like to spank as an incentive, a motivation to release inhibitions, an enhancement to love making. Making a girl cry was never a turn on for me. She’d leave notes on my car at work, and the other guys would bust my balls about it. Once she went into my Dojo and sat and talked about training with my Sensei. Later in class I heard about the strange girl who came in. That was embarrassing, and the final straw. I broke up with her soon after that. After class, the night after I ended our relationship she was waiting beside my car outside the Dojo wearing a shirt of mine. A blue button down dress shirt I had left in her room once, with no bra underneath, in hopes of returning it to me. Her perky nineteen year old nipples clearly visible on the tips of those fantastic knockers, trying to pop the buttons and escape the shirt, I can still see it in my head. She hoped the sight of her big boobs would change my mind. It didn’t, I told her to keep the shirt. She then kept calling my house over and over until my step father un-plugged the phone. As I said, the girl was…..odd.That fall I went to college and became a full on fuck buddy and boyfriend while learning my trade in a collage that was ninety percent female students. ;)More stories about that time of my life to cum.Cheers!………………………………..HeatseekerxxxAddendum: My diagnosis of “Lou Gerigs disease/ALS” was something I carried for over two years. I compare it to being on death row, only watching the sentence of “slow lingering death” being carried out day after day, week after week. Instead of just an end date, and no reprieve possible. I had symptoms that were text book descriptions for the illness. Muscle fasciculation’s (It felt like worms under my skin) and progressive muscle weakness. I had gone to three different neurologists in three different New England states. All gave me the same diagnosis after running me through the same painful tests. At the end of two years my progressive weakness had not progressed and the muscle fasciculation’s had stopped. The last neurologist I had decided to take a muscle biopsy and it showed damage to the nerve fibers consistent with a virus, not Loue Gehrig’s disease. That virus ran its course, did its damage and ruined my chances of military service, but got me off of my ass and into collage. It placed me on a carrier path that has provided me with a good living. Whenever I get down about some life situation, I still have the letter from the neurologist telling me I don’t have ALS and I read it again. Reminding me of who I am and what I’ve lived through, what a gift my life is, and how insignificant whatever was bothering me truly is compared to that. And death and I are old friends now, when he shows up again, and he will, I hope I won’t feel bitter or cheated. I hope I’ll be grateful for the time I had. I’m older than thirty. ;)There is a saying, “There are no atheists in fox holes.” Very true, I talked and still talk to god all the time. I don’t believe in organized religion. People came up with that, in my opinion. And everyone’s just talking to the same guy only in different languages and giving him/her different names. God, Allah, Odin….. Whatever you like, it’s the same guy, again, my opinion.Spankie was a gift from god, just what and who I needed at that point in my life to help me live through it, coming to terms with my condition while I was cumming. She was my incentive not to harm myself; I was having way too much unhindered sexual fun for that! Unhindered by guilt or shyness or worries about what was cool and not cool. I was free to be and do whatever I wanted, with a girl who wanted me to do whatever I wanted. I hope Kim a.k.a. “Spankie” found the right person to give her everything she wants and needs. And when I think of what that might be, my dick gets really hard. ;D

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