The first spanking

Slaps on the bum had occurred before,
In the midst of flirting and so much more.
But a proper spanking, new to explore,
Awaited this soul, wanting and raw.

Arriving at his house, excitement in her chest,
After days apart, yearning for the best.
He, a crush, her dream-come-true,
Their interactions were more than a few.

Once just friends who shared their lust,
But he'd abandon her when something came with a gust.
Yet this time, a different intention in the air,
She sensed something unusual, something rare.

A brief hug, small talk in the mix,
Then he commanded, her heart did fix.
Bend over a chair, lift the skirt,
Her anticipation started to flirt.

Through her knickers, wetness he did feel,
Quickly running his hand, a desire to reveal.
No time to savor, just planning the smack,
To strike her heart and leave an impact.

Down came her knickers, left cheek exposed,
A firm blow, stinging, her voice arose.
Skirt adjusted, held high to maintain,
Bent over, gripping for balance, the chair causing strain.

Testing boundaries, pushing them both,
Seriousness in the air, to their oath.
From playful slaps to mighty blows,
Her cries grew loud, he motioned to be quiet, she chose.

His sleeves were rolled, determination set,
Each slap marking her, she couldn't forget.
Slightly awry, one caught her crotch,
Raw and sensitive, it gave quite a touch.

Mid-cheek, a satisfying thud,
She wriggled, the pleasure mixed with blood.
Smack after smack, the rhythm grew,
Until she couldn't handle it, she needed something new.

"Enough," she pleaded, her longing clear,
"I need you inside, it's what I hold dear."
Firmly held, skirt crumpled at her back,
He pondered, his desire growing to attack.

His body pressed against hers, feeling his heat,
Her trembling legs, craving his feat.
Once again, she begged, a plea so weak,
Desperation in her voice, ready to weep.

A decision was made, a verdict declared,
Six more slaps, each to be shared.
She had to count, feel the sting on his skin,
Before they indulged in passion, a dance to begin.

After the spanking, emotions ran wild,
Arousal, pain, and aching compiled.
Knickers dropped, he filled her up,
Seeking solace and pleasure, a temporary disrupt.

With each stroke, she twitched in fear,
That the chair might tumble, oh so near.
Frustration released through their intimate ride,
His hands gripping her waist, the storm they'd ride.

In the end, they found release,
A tale of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece.
In the depths of their desires and needs,
They discovered a satisfaction, sewn with patchwork deeds.