Part 2
After a shower and a shave, along with the effects of two cups of coffee, Jeremy was feeling refreshed and ready for the day to start. He still had several hours before his date with Kara, so he threw a load of laundry in the machine and decided this was a perfect time to clean out his email. During the week he received quite of email from friends as well as the teaching groups and chats he belonged to.
As he read through and answered the ones he considered important, he also deleted those that he immediately knew were nothing he was even remotely concerned with. Most of those went into his bulk mail but from time to time they made it into the inbox. He opened up a daily digest from one of his educational groups and noticed the discussion was on spanking children. As he read through and answered several of the posts, his mind returned to earlier thoughts about Kara. Naturally the posts about spanking children in school were uniformly negative. Jeremy certainly agreed with that, he had never found it necessary to even raise his voice to a child. They needed consistency in both rules and consequences to feel comfortable.
But Kara was not a child; she was an adult who could not seem to handle anyone who did not agree with her constantly. Jeremy’s curiosity got the best of him and he typed adult spanking into his search engine. As the screen filled with sites Jeremy sat back in his chair, totally amazed. He was not naïve, he certainly understood that adults engaged in spanking but this amount of information was totally unexpected. He started browsing the sites looking at various thoughts about consensual adult spanking, discipline spankings, sensual spankings, and other types that were more of a stress relief. He was totally taken aback at how much information was presented and the number of people that were quite involved with this as an important part of their lives.
But something else began to become clear as he read the material. Memories of childhood fantasies began to fill his mind. He remembered watching one of the girls in the neighborhood get spanked by her father after she ran into the street chasing a ball. Her father was so upset that he didn’t even wait to get into the house. He sat on the steps, put her over his knee and spanked her until she was wailing loudly and promising to never do it again. He also watched her father hug her and talk to her gently. He had no idea what her dad had said to her but she had hugged her father, wiped her eyes and gone back to playing. As he watched she rubbed her bottom for awhile but soon even that was forgotten.
From that day on Jeremy, who was nine years old at the time, often thought of that spanking. Sometimes he dreamt of putting his little neighbor friend over his own lap, pulling down her panties, and spanking her small bottom until she cried. Until he had started these thoughts about Kara that incident had been buried for a very long time. His parents never spanked him and he never saw another spanking but he did remember the fantasies he had throughout his childhood and teenage years. As a teen age boy he remembered thinking how cute those cheerleaders would look bottom end up over his knee, kicking their long legs, and promising to be good.
It was all coming back to him, memories that had just been put aside as adolescent musings now seemed to be falling into place once more. This time it was all about Kara and not all of it was in regards to her behavior. He could feel the stirrings within as he pictured the various scenarios that might occur when spanking her. The more he thought about it the more attractive and appropriate the idea became.
There was one catch. It had to be consensual. Even if all the material he was reading hadn’t said so, he could never picture himself forcing this on Kara. She had to agree and he wasn’t sure that could be accomplished.
After a shower and a shave, along with the effects of two cups of coffee, Jeremy was feeling refreshed and ready for the day to start. He still had several hours before his date with Kara, so he threw a load of laundry in the machine and decided this was a perfect time to clean out his email. During the week he received quite of email from friends as well as the teaching groups and chats he belonged to.
As he read through and answered the ones he considered important, he also deleted those that he immediately knew were nothing he was even remotely concerned with. Most of those went into his bulk mail but from time to time they made it into the inbox. He opened up a daily digest from one of his educational groups and noticed the discussion was on spanking children. As he read through and answered several of the posts, his mind returned to earlier thoughts about Kara. Naturally the posts about spanking children in school were uniformly negative. Jeremy certainly agreed with that, he had never found it necessary to even raise his voice to a child. They needed consistency in both rules and consequences to feel comfortable.
But Kara was not a child; she was an adult who could not seem to handle anyone who did not agree with her constantly. Jeremy’s curiosity got the best of him and he typed adult spanking into his search engine. As the screen filled with sites Jeremy sat back in his chair, totally amazed. He was not naïve, he certainly understood that adults engaged in spanking but this amount of information was totally unexpected. He started browsing the sites looking at various thoughts about consensual adult spanking, discipline spankings, sensual spankings, and other types that were more of a stress relief. He was totally taken aback at how much information was presented and the number of people that were quite involved with this as an important part of their lives.
But something else began to become clear as he read the material. Memories of childhood fantasies began to fill his mind. He remembered watching one of the girls in the neighborhood get spanked by her father after she ran into the street chasing a ball. Her father was so upset that he didn’t even wait to get into the house. He sat on the steps, put her over his knee and spanked her until she was wailing loudly and promising to never do it again. He also watched her father hug her and talk to her gently. He had no idea what her dad had said to her but she had hugged her father, wiped her eyes and gone back to playing. As he watched she rubbed her bottom for awhile but soon even that was forgotten.
From that day on Jeremy, who was nine years old at the time, often thought of that spanking. Sometimes he dreamt of putting his little neighbor friend over his own lap, pulling down her panties, and spanking her small bottom until she cried. Until he had started these thoughts about Kara that incident had been buried for a very long time. His parents never spanked him and he never saw another spanking but he did remember the fantasies he had throughout his childhood and teenage years. As a teen age boy he remembered thinking how cute those cheerleaders would look bottom end up over his knee, kicking their long legs, and promising to be good.
It was all coming back to him, memories that had just been put aside as adolescent musings now seemed to be falling into place once more. This time it was all about Kara and not all of it was in regards to her behavior. He could feel the stirrings within as he pictured the various scenarios that might occur when spanking her. The more he thought about it the more attractive and appropriate the idea became.
There was one catch. It had to be consensual. Even if all the material he was reading hadn’t said so, he could never picture himself forcing this on Kara. She had to agree and he wasn’t sure that could be accomplished.
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Purple, OK the idea is planted, I'll be interested to see how such a wilful girl reacts, probably a frustrated sub.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
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