After a Visit to the Ice Rink

I met George at a south of the river skating rink. I apologise in advance for any coarse language, or crudity, but it was a quick sort of encounter.

My friends and I had become interested in skating, and we all went there to take lessons at Streatham ice rink. George was there most time that I went, and gradually over the weeks, as my friends slowly lost interest in the ice. He would sit in the spectator seats when he'd finished his session, and one day I had stopped in front of him, he acknowledged me and I began to spend time talking with him, a little more each day. We exchanged introductions, and I was comfortable with him using my first name, as he was with my using his.

He was around his late 40's, possibly younger but I found him attractive. He was good looking in a rugged sort of way, a slightly overweight, but very fluid in his movements. Average height, fair hair, slightly balding with grey eyes. He obviously paid great attention to his costume, it looked as if it was tailored to fit him. He would skate around for 30 to 40 minutes. Then rest for a while on the seats before going to the men's changing rooms, leaving when he had changed into his normal clothes.

When my friends and I started with our lessons, I wore either skirts with a wool mix top, or slacks matched with a polo neck sweater. However, I enjoyed the lessons and became a fairly proficient skater. I'd never be up to any form of competition level, but it was good exercise, and I persevered with the practice. My friends slowly gave up and came to the rink less and less. I continued with twice weekly afternoon sessions, becoming increasingly enthusiastic as the weeks wore on.

As I became more skilled in what I did, I began to envy some of the other girls who skated, they wore good fitting costumes, very stylish and expensive. I felt a little out of place in my ordinary clothes, so I bought a lovely costume. A black bodice, with silver threads, a black skirt, with a sewn in white lace mock petticoat, white panties, with silver threads inlaid in the weave, with tan tights. I bought a well-fitting pair of Risport white skating boots to finish my outfit.

I attracted quite a bit of attention, particularly from him. I enjoyed the feel of the costume, the stretchy material brushing over my skin was particularly arousing and I enjoyed the way the air flowed over my body as I sped around the rink. I felt particularly aroused when I skated backwards, with my bum sticking out and the skirt blew up over it, showing contrasting white against the black. The silver trims and threads, sparkling in the lighting of the rink.

I felt exhilarated, incredibly sexy, and it went quite some way to requiting my need for exhibitionism. I knew that a lot of the men, and quite a few of the girls turned to look at me, and I began to respond to it. This resulted in my developing a strong and powerful sexual appetite, and George without him knowing of it of course, became the object of my almost overwhelming lust.

He was a keen aficionado of skating, travelling to many of the major competitions as a spectator. He was married, and although his wife didn't share the same interest as his, she supported him and encouraged his travels. During the week, she would spend time with her mother, nursing her as she wasn't very well. Leaving him to go to work, and to look after their home.

Each time I stopped to talk with him, I experienced higher and higher levels of arousal, resisting the impulse to pounce on him there and then. The more I skated, the more he watched me as I twirled, spun, and bent forward as I went around backwards, displaying my round bottom, and the white clad peach between my thighs. Noticing after a few weeks, that he was obviously turned on by what he saw.

During that day's skating lesson, I had bent down to take the blade of my skates in my hand. somehow twisting as I did so. The underband of my bra, had flipped up, and caught under my left cup. Through my bodice, I attempted to straighten it back into position but was only partially successful in doing so. I had been very aware of George's eyes fixed on me, and I was sure that he was fascinated by my breasts

While we talked, each time a little longer than the earlier conversations. He told me that over the years he had collected a lot of souvenirs and photos of the big names in both figure skating, and ice dance. Describing them to me and finally suggesting that I should come to his home to see them. I was dry mouthed with desire for him, so I took the opportunity while it was offered to me. I made the decision to draw him out, by being bluntly direct, as he seemed a little hesitant.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"You could come with me this afternoon if you can make it?"

"I'm free for the rest of this afternoon, so there's no restrictions as far as I'm concerned."

Then, knowing I had to be direct with him I leaned close, and whispered into his ear, my lips just touching it.

"As long as you promise to fuck me."

He looked shocked but I could see the interest rising in his eyes. He paused and then replied.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, as long as you promise to fuck me."

I don't normally use strong language, nor do I behave so forwardly, but I felt the situation needed it.

"I'm a married man, I'm not sure that I can do as you ask."

"Well, of course, if you don't want to, then that's up to you?"

I leaned back, half smiling and raised my eyebrows with a gentle nod to him. He spluttered a bit before replying.

"I'm not saying that, but if she ever found out."

"That doesn't bother me, your wife's away until the weekend, it's one afternoon and unless you tell her, she'll never know."

"Let me think for a moment, this is so sudden."

"What is there to think about? No complications, no strings, and no conditions except one."

"Really? What's that."

"You need to be a bit rough with me, fast, hard, and no messing around."

"All right, we can go to my house if you like, it's only a short bus ride away."

"No need for that, I have my car here, I can give you a lift."

"If, you're sure?"

"Of course, I am. Come on, let's get changed and I'll meet you outside when you're ready. Yes?"

He smiled and we stood up, making our way to the respective changing rooms. I didn't bother with a shower, as I didn't want to waste time, and I suppose I wanted him to be stimulated by my natural body smell. Changing into my normal clothes, I wore a loose full grey skirt and white slip, with cotton underwear set, the bra white, and the knickers, pale blue with dark blue hearts printed on them. I was bare legged, and I wore a cream wrap-over blouse, showing a reasonable amount of cleavage.

We met in the foyer and walked through to the multi story car park that was part of the entertainment complex. Reaching my car, I unlocked it, and we got in. Starting, I drove out of the car park the automatic barrier raised as the system recognised my number plate and that I'd paid the fee, driving out onto the main road, I listened to his directions as we went to his place. After a few minutes, he put his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed with his fingers. Moving his hand slowly upwards under my skirt. I moved my left foot over away from the two pedals, the car, being automatic I only needed my right foot for the accelerator and brake, I shifted myself sideways towards him, and parted my knees slightly so he could have an unobstructed view of my peach as it strained against the crotch of my panties.

His hand moved further upwards until he was cupping my pubis, gently squeezing the plump fatty mound in his palm, his fingertips, straying below and stroking my vaginal lips, through the cotton material of my gusset.

They lived in a residential park home, neat, well constructed, and very cosy. I parked outside and we sat for a few minutes, as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from my groin and down my thighs. Getting out we walked quietly to the steps leading up from the base of the building and stepped up to the front door.

Entering, we paused while he closed and locked the door behind us. He spoke in a low gravelly voice which I found excited me even more.

"We'll, here we are then. If you turn to your left and go into the main lounge."

"Mmmmm, all right, come on then."

In the lounge area were a few chairs, sofas, soft bean bags to rest and relax on. Off the main room there were several quiet rooms, where they obviously could go and relax without being disturbed or distracted. Quickly checking as I went into the lounge that I was just in front of him. I turned to face him, giving him my most smouldering look, I didn't have to try hard, I was aroused and hungry for him. I could see his manhood pushing urgently against his flies, looking as though it was about to burst out.

Smiling at him, I stepped back slightly and whispered huskily.

"Look at this, George, and when you're ready, do your worst to me, I'm ready."

Unfastening my blouse, I lifted the bra, pulling the underband up, and reaching around, unfastening the strap at the back, which in my rush to leave home that morning, I had managed to twist when I'd put it on, and I hadn't bothered to readjust it when I changed before we left.

"Wow! Lucy, that's an impressive pair of tits you've got there. What a lovely mouthwatering shape, and your nipples are so long and stiff."

"I'm pleased with them, and I'm happy that you like them too. Now, let's not waste anymore time, who's going to make the first move?"

"I think you already have Lucy, God I can't believe I'm doing this, I've never been unfaithful to my wife in all the years we've been married."

"Don't overthink it George, we're just having a a mutually beneficial afternoon together, nothing more than that. Now, take me, take me a roughly as you like, bury yourself in me, let me feel your hot quivering cock between my legs."

He stepped towards me, my words of encouragement removing any inhibitions he may have had. His worries about cheating had disappeared like low mist in the early morning sun. It wasn't a surprise to me, most men can't resist a pretty girl who has clearly got sex on her mind, and I left him in no doubt about what I wanted from him.

We stumbled across the main room, and into the lobby, lips locked tight with each other in a passionate embrace. Then crossing through the small kitchenette and into the main bedroom. He pushed me towards the bed, and as I reached it, I fell backwards onto the mattress. He fell on top of me, surprising me with his weight. We kissed again, and he felt my bare breasts, rubbing his thumbs in circles over my nipples. He seemed fascinated by the way they sprang up as he touched them.

Leaning over me, his hand slipped under my skirt, and fingers into my knickers, where he stroked my labia, causing me to ooze lubricant. Taking his fingers away, he put them into his mouth, savouring the rich taste of me. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he took his clothes off, then turning to me, pulling my skirt and slip off, before taking my, by now, wet knickers down. Pausing as he saw me, his eyes drank in the sight of my vulnerability. I hadn't depilated for several weeks, so I had a scant covering of reddish gold pubic hair, which served to highlight, rather than conceal my womanhood.

I felt a chill run through my bottom and up my spine, he was a lot bigger than I expected. It was going to be uncomfortable, but it was what I'd asked for. He saw my expression and smiled, reaching forward he sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled me over his knees. Holding my wrists behind me, he stroked the skin of my bottom, his fingers moving between the top of my thighs where they joined my buttocks. That was a truly magical sensation, the skin just under the cheeks of my buttocks, and the top of my thighs, became intensely sensitive. The gap between my upper thighs, the secret pathway to my vulva was aching for his touch. Feeling over my perineum, he touched my fourchette, pulling down at it, before pushing his fingertips inside me. Finding my vestibule and the entrance to my vagina, he worked his fingers round and round, sending me into a state of ecstasy.

Pausing, he took his hand away, then pushed my wrists up my back, making my bum rise towards him. Cupping his palm, he drew his hand up and slapped my bottom hard. The noise was like a loud clap, and I felt a stinging pain, my skin went cold for a second, then became warm again, before feeling sort of wet and prickly. He drew back and slapped my bottom a second time, it hurt, but I enjoyed it, a third slap, and a fourth, he kept smacking me until I cried out, and my eyes filled with tears.

Bundling me over onto my back, my naked breasts wobbling from the movement, he pushed my legs apart, pulling my knees up towards my waist. Then knelt on the inside of my thighs, holding me down to the bedsheets. My bottom felt hot from the smacking, but he ignored my tears, and holding his penis, rubbed it around my labia. Putting his fingers either side of my vaginal lips, he parted them before inserting his tip just inside me. Making sure he didn't catch any of my pubic hair as he entered. He widened me, and opened me up, before pulling himself out, then in again, never going in further than his rim, staying within my vestibule and pressing against the floor of my vaginal entrance.

"How's that Lucy, nice?"

'It hurts, nobody's ever done it like this to me before."

"Well, it's what you asked me for, and there's a few more things I'm going to do to you that you've probably never experienced before, as long as you're still willing."

"Oh Jesus, it hurts, it hurts."

"I confess listening to you crying really turns me on. I've wanted to do this to you ever since I saw you skating around the rink at the Silver Blades. When you went past me, backward with your bum sticking out, especially once you got your new costume, those white panties, God, they made my mouth water. I got so hard that I thought I was going to burst out of my trousers. You know? Just like that thing in 'Alien.' You certainly caused some stains at the front of my underpants."

Resting on his knees and elbows, he slowly entered me, causing me to break into a sweat. He filled me, stretching me more than I had ever been stretched by man before. Holding himself inside for a few seconds, he stuck his bottom jaw out, pulling his lower lip down and grinned at me, his eyes burning into mine.

"Now, ginger, I'm going to give you the fucking of your young life."

With that he began strong deep pelvic thrusts, I couldn't speak, though I wanted to contradict his use of the word 'ginger,' (actually, I am, but I hate to admit it), all I could do was pant, loud, fast, and shallowly.

"Ahhh, ahhh, haaa, haaa, haaa ahhh, lovely, ooooh ohhhh, ahhhh, oh god, haaaa."

He was powerful and relentless in his thrusting into me, it felt as though I was splitting at the groin, but he was right, it was what I wanted, and I couldn't get enough. It's one of those strange things about sex for girls. We are free spirited, in control of our bodies, taking what we want without fear or inhibitions. However, from my experience, I'm in control right up to the first few moments of penetration.

Once a man is inside me and starts working, there is an indescribable feeling as it goes in that first time. I become responsive but I'm almost helpless, seemingly at his mercy. It's difficult to describe what it feels like, other than it's warm, and it gets warmer and warmer, I feel full and there's a slowly rising tingle as the tension grows in my lower body. My heart beats faster, and my breathing becomes rapid, I confess I'm very, very noisy, panting like a little steam engine. I get extremely wet, almost gushing with the intensity rising. As I relax it feels like a long slow stretch, filling me, and it feels like it's supposed to be in there. Hopefully, it ends in an orgasm, but even if it doesn't, it's usually nice, and I feel happy, fulfilled and with a wonderful sense of well being.

So, when he took complete control of me, I could only lie back and let him do to me whatever he wanted to. There was no doubt that he certainly wanted to do things and do them to me. It made me wonder how deep his desires had been from our first meeting, and how he'd been able to control himself.

Thrusting hard, taking full strokes, he hammered at me, and I could only lie there, completely powerless to resist him. It was wonderful, I could feel him moving inside me, and I had angled so that his rim made contact with my sensitive spot, just under my pubic bone. The feeling of my fatty pad being pressed, spread, and moved by his pubis

His eyes burned into mine, and he had a half smile as he watched my face and listened to the noises I was making. He was long enough to reach my cervix, and the constant bumping added to my sensations of delight. The feeling of warmth filled my lower body, and I felt fullness in my vaginal canal, as I slowly rose to a plateau of physical enjoyment. He was able to keep going for what seemed ages, his skill and endurance impressed me and added to my pleasure.

It was probably a good eight to ten minutes before he reached his climax, and I felt him tense, his shaft swelled, and he began to tremble. Arching his back, his rim flared and he released his pent up semen in a powerful ejaculation. Groaning as he did so.

"Ohhhh, mmmmmm, oomph, God, uuurgh!"

I stretched and pushed my hips upwards to receive his slower thrust and accept his lover's gift deep within me. Feeling the thick healthy seminal fluid flow back around his shaft, and dribble down over my bottom. He lay still over me for a minute or so. I thought he'd had finished, exhausting himself, that I'd drained him of all he had, but it wasn't to be. With a slight soft wince, he withdrew his organ, releasing a thick flood of our body fluids into the bedsheets.

Taking my shoulder and hip, he turned me over so that I was face down. Pulling my thighs apart, he positioned himself close to my buttocks, between mt upper thighs, and pushed himself into me. It hurt, a bit more that I was expecting, but once that initial probe was completed, it felt nice.

He thrust slowly at first, but as he pulled back, he slapped the right side my bottom, hard, with the flat of his hand, plunged into me again, and pulling back again he slapped the other cheek of my buttocks. Leaving me with a hot stinging sensation, which blended in with the tingling feeling as his cock moved in and out of me. After a few minutes it began to feel as though I had warm pins and needles in my buttocks combining with the pleasure I was having. He set himself into a rhythm, thrust, withdraw, slap, thrust, withdraw, slap. An experience like nothing I had ever had before. I didn't know whether to cry or moan ecstasy.

"Ooow, oooh, no, no, no more. Oooooooh, mmmm, ouch, oh god, don't stop, don't stop. Ooooh, lovely, mmmmm."

He was so steady in his rhythm that the sensations blended into one. My bottom felt warm, and my responses became more acute. The stinging pain from his slaps, merged with the exquisite sensations of his penis plunging in and out of me. I felt myself rising to the feelings. My stomach getting tight, my toes curling as waves of pleasure rolled up my body from my feet to my scalp. The sharp tingling in my bottom, and my labia rose higher and higher until I couldn't help myself and I began to cry out with the extremity of the multiple sensations. My entire skin became hypersensitive to touch. His hands resting on my buttocks, occasionally spanking me as he pounded me faster and faster. Without any thought to how it may have sounded to anyone outside I literally howled with the ecstasy I was experiencing.

"Oooh, ooooh, oooowooow, oooooow, hoooo, oooooh, God ooh no, no ooooooh."

He laughed, a deep guttural laugh, that seemed to come from deep in his chest, and he mocked me as he did me, harder and harder. I could hear him almost taunting me, my inability to cope with him, his amusement at my reactions, and his power over my body.

"That's it Lucy, that's it, come on girly, come on. That's what you get for all that teasing and flashing you've put me through, I've been dying to give you a good seeing to. Not so full of cheek and confidence now, are you? Come on Lucy come on, come on, that's the girl, that's it."

Now I knew how much of an effect my costume had on on him, the tight white panties and lace slip, contrasting with the silver and black of the skirt and tunic, had driven him to an incredible peak of arousal. Now he was making me pay for it. He had waited his time and taken his chance when I offered up to him. I was helpless under his body, but I was enjoying every stroke, every plunge and every slap, and on an uncontrollable pathway to a massive orgasm. However, that didn't stop me feeling like a bit of a fool for not realising that he had been playing me.

Underestimating him had been the least of my mistakes. Not seeing that deep underlying lust, or recognising his skill, expertise and ability had been my downfall. He was indeed giving me the sexual experience of my life up to then. I was in the hands of an expert, a man who was turning me into a piece of limp gristle. Helpless under his powerful pounding, and one who hadn't finished with me by a long chalk.

He was getting breathless now, and he began to shudder and twitch as he approached his climax. I sensed him swelling inside me, his movement stopped, and he twitched violently. Holding himself still, as he ejaculated inside me again. The feeling must have been incredibly intense for him because his breath hissed out between his teeth. Injecting several pulses of his thick heavy semen deep inside me. He struggled with the feeling as he emptied himself, but he still managed to finish speaking to me.

He lay still over my back, quivering as intermittent pulses of semen escaped him. I could feel the warm heavy liquid dribbling out of me and sliding down over my belly. I could feel his hairy stomach on my skin, and his pubic hair covered belly rubbing against my sensitive bum. He regained his strength and with it his composure. Withdrawing from me, he held me close, stroking my hair and kissing the back of my neck, before moving onto his back, and chuckling triumphantly. He spoke quietly.

'I know you didn't believe I had it in me to meet your expectations but learn a lesson from it. You're still an inexperienced girl to me, I've been doing this for a lot longer than you've been alive. No matter what happens next, you'll always know that you underestimated me, and that I had you and had you well. I hope it's what you wanted when you asked me?"

"Ohhh, yes, more please, don't stop now, please, please."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he nodded, and replied.

"Good, I just wanted to be sure it's still what you wanted. I don't want to do this with you unless I have your consent."

"Yes, yes, oh my god, come on. Do me again, more please, much more."

Recognising that I'd become a slave to his penis, and I was still responsive to his touch. I'd given him permission to carry on. He answered.

"All right then, remember, it's what you want."

With that, sitting up he lifted me over his knees again, and like a floppy doll I was completely unable to resist. He positioned me face down, gently stroking my labia from behind and between my thighs. I felt him tense as he lifted his hand, and with a sharp crack, slapped my bum again. Fast and hard, my buttocks stinging from the impacts of his palm. I winced, cried out with the shocks as he spanked me, ruthless, almost callous in his actions.

I was close to a climax, and I was very wet, small droplets of my body juice, sprinkled over the back of my legs, showering my thighs with each slap. My behind stinging, he occasionally kissed the smooth plump flesh of my bottom, tasting me, smelling me. Following it up with a veritable fusillade of smacks, until with the adrenaline surging, I moaned with the mixture of pain, and ecstasy.

Rolling me off his lap, and onto my back, he moved between my eagerly open thighs, his penis, stiff and straight as he plunged into me again, sending an uncontrollable shiver through me, my breasts and belly moving in time with him, my nipples tingling more and more with his thrusts. I was close and he sensed that, taking long thrusts, slowly, until I was almost incoherent. Feeling totally under his control as he brought me to a climax, I was overwhelmed with the sensations.

George watched my face intently and chuckled as he saw my struggles to cope with the bodily experiences I was undergoing. It felt as though each time he topped out into my vault, my whole being throbbed in a wave of warmth from my toes to my scalp. It was the longest period of build up to a climax that I'd ever had.

It arrived with the suddenness of a train wreck, flashing through me with exquisite abruptness that caught me unawares. I lost consciousness with the sound of his laughter ringing in my ears. Hearing his words as the darkness closed over me.

"There Lucy, that's what sex is really like, you asked me for it, but I gave you more than you bargained for."

I came round several minutes later, to find he'd withdrawn and ejaculated over my belly, the warm fluid was dribbling down into the creases of my hips. I was drooling, the saliva running from the corners of my mouth, while he kissed my nipples, and stroked my flanks, soothing me, comforting me, and easing me down. He was very considerate to my needs and cared for me, tenderly, for almost half an hour before he lay onto his back and promptly fell asleep.

I lay there next to him, my mind confused, trying to come to terms with what he'd done to me. I'd asked him to be rough, but I didn't realise how intense he'd be, and surprisingly, how much I had enjoyed it. I had been tumbled until I was almost senseless.

Slowly I began to recover, although the warm feeling of contentment remained. My legs slowly came back to life, and I felt strong enough to slowly sit up. Although I felt a bit lightheaded, and my bottom felt hot and stung from his spanking of me, I managed it without any serious effort.

Looking towards him, I saw he was out for the count, his penis flaccid and he was snoring lightly, but with a huge smile on his face. I wondered how he would frame this episode when he told his friends as he surely would, about the afternoon, he had spent with the little flame haired girl he met at the ice rink, south of the river.

Quietly, I swung my legs around to the side of the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. There, I relieved myself, tolerating the sensitivity of my urethra. Unashamedly using one of the facecloths on the basin rail, I wiped my privates down, cleaning my tummy and pubis. Inside my thighs, my breasts and nipples. Finally, using another clean facecloth, I washed my face and neck. Drying myself, I took a quick peep at my behind, feeling a shock at how red and angry looking my skin appeared.

Returning to the bedroom, I saw George had begun to enter a deeper sleep, and his snoring had become louder. The bedsheets were in a mess, with body fluid stains all over them. He would have to get them into the wash, and fresh sheets onto the bed before the return of his wife at the weekend. It was no mean task, and I didn't envy him.

Standing there, I experienced an extraordinarily strong follow-on orgasm, leaving me breathless for several seconds, and I dripped a thick glob of heavy semen down the inside of my thigh. Back in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet pedestal and squeezed as much residual fluid out of myself as I could, again using a facecloth to clean myself up.

Gathering up my clothes from the various places that they been frantically scattered. Finding my panties, which peculiarly had gone under the bed, I dressed and picking up my handbag sneaked out of the front door, got into my car, and I left. It was about a 40-minute drive to our home. Fortunately, dad was out when I arrived. I went to my room, and undressed, taking the time to look over my shoulder at my rear in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

The sight of my bottom was startling, I had big red wheals on both of my buttocks. I could see clearly defined finger and palm marks, where my rear end had been slapped. It still felt hot and stinging although it wasn't unpleasant, it felt like some kind of reward for what I'd endured. I felt quite proud of the picture my bottom presented, and I took a quick selfie with the camera on my iPhone.

Turning on my shower, I stepped under the powerful torrent of warm water, rinsing the dried (and the stickily wet), semen off my body, then thoroughly soaping myself down. I felt fresh and clean, but my bum still tingled, however I began to accept it, and enjoy the feeling as I recalled the wonderful spanking I'd been given. Getting out of the shower, I towelled myself dry, patting the most sensitive personal sensitive parts with the soft fluffy bath sheet.

There was a warm throbbing in my labia, they felt swollen and puffy. Checking I saw that they were bulging, distended and very red, rather than my usual pale pink. Applying Vanibiss, it began apmost immediately to soothe my genitals. On checking more closely, although there was slight bruising down there, I hadn't been overly stretched or torn.

I could see that the marks wouldn't go down quickly, probably taking a week to ten days to subside. To help with the process, I massaged my bum with Arnica cream, working it well into the springy flesh of my bottom. Feeling the benefit quite quickly, I began to dress for the evening, gingerly drawing on a pair of soft cotton panties, leggings and a baggy shirt without a bra.

My phoned pinged and I saw a text from my dad, telling me he wouldn't be home until Sunday night, he was going to a series of meetings about some high value acquisitions. I felt considerable relief as it would give me time to allow the redness to fade a bit. One thing I didn't want him to see was the marks on my bum. He would be quite cross and ask me a lot of questions. This was one thing I didn't want to tell him about.

I made myself a beef sandwich, and poured myself a brandy, before settling down in front of the television to watch the evening news. Experiencing several enjoyable follow on's, I reflected on the afternoon's events. Relishing the memories and reliving the feeling of both helplessness and surprise when George had turned me into a little red-haired marionette. The most astonishing thing to me, was how much I had enjoyed it, and how much of a kick I'd had from the experience. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to do it more often.

I managed to conceal my marks from my dad, and they faded away after about four weeks. I still skate, but I just don't go to Streatham skating ring anymore, choosing to use either Lee valley, or Queens bowl ice centres. I've never seen George again, but I remember with considerable fondness the wonderful experience he gave me that afternoon. It was my initiation to spanking, a proper first time, surprisingly, one that I enjoyed immensely, a discovery for me of something delicious and stimulating, and one that I can't wait to have it done to me again......