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Like many people into spanking, it's hard for me to remember a time when I wasn't turned on by the idea of either being turned over a woman's knee and having my bared bottom slapped into a red hot state or having some naughty girl's bottom under my own unyielding hand. I used to search through my dad's Playboy collection looking for both the rare letters about spanking and the perfect "cottontails" for me to imagine in a spanking scene.

Penthouse magazine in the mid-seventies was one of my favorites because for several years, every month there would be at least two hot spanking letters. Imagine my delight when I ventured into my first "adult" book store and discovered there were actually magazines dedicated to my favorite fantasy subject. I stained many a sheet secretly reading magazines like "Corporal" and "English Tanning." There must be others like me out there. But where to find them?

I tried ads but since the readership of the magazines I advertised in was 90% men and 10% "pros," my response rate was non-existent. Living in the Los Angeles area, there was (and continues to be) a wealth of women who would be more than happy to spank me - for a generous sum of money. I went to a few of them. While some were quite good with their OTK techniques, it was never completely satisfying for me, especially when they were on the clock.

Then I attended my first "Scene" party several years ago. This was hosted by the producers of the Shadow Lane videos. Being new to the Scene and not knowing a soul there, I was very shy and uncertain the first time around. A raffle was held for the opportunity to give "birthday spankings" to several of the ladies who have appeared in Shadow Lane videos and I was the first winner. (My picture, though not my face, appears in Stand Corrected #11 on page 15.) While I enjoyed having that delightful young woman's bare bottom under my hand, the truth is that I was even more interested on being the recipient. Besides, not yet having learned an effective technique, my hand got sore pretty fast.

In the back of the room, Mistress Stephanie Locke was warming a few mostly male bottoms herself. I looked on wistfully, envious of those men who were lucky enough to feel her hand across their backsides. When she commented that the spankings were too one sided and asked for male volunteers, I wanted to be first in line and yet, as much as I wanted it, I couldn't quite bring myself to bend over, especially for a public demonstration.

At the second party, I was determined to be less bashful in asking for what I wanted. As the theme was "Back to School," I even dressed the part of a school boy: tweed shorts, knee socks, red suspenders and a tie. Fortunately, the night before the party, there was an impromptu gathering at the hotel where I met a delightful switch with whom I hit it off instantly. Needless to say, we played not once but twice the night of the party itself. (She loved the short pants!)

I can't emphasize enough how important it was that we talked before hand and got to know each other some before we went over each other's laps. Because of that, we each had a pretty good idea going in as to what the other person liked and disliked and what our limits were. A spanking, after all, can be a very intimate act. There you are, lying bare, vulnerable (in more ways than one) and out of control across someone's lap. Since an important part of the pleasure of being soundly spanked is allowing yourself to be out of control, the safer and more comfortable you feel with the person wielding the implement, the easier it is to let go and enjoy yourself.

Fortunately for me, I felt a tremendous amount of safety and trust with Lisa, as she did with me, so it felt very right for me, lying across her smooth thighs as her right hand came down again and again against my bare and reddening bottom. While a carefully selected and used implement can be quite pleasurable when used to punctuate a spanking, I much prefer the feel of flesh against flesh for most of the time I am lying across a woman's lap. And Lisa used her hand quite effectively, let me tell you.

After a brief rest, it was my turn for revenge. I gingerly sat on the edge of the bed as Lisa assumed the position. I raised her skirt and began spanking the seat of her cotton school girl style panties. Soon they were dangling around her knees as I did my Desi Arnaz impression and played Babalu on what Howard Stern would call the Butt Bongo. I learned to cup my palm slightly and save the really hard swats for the well spaced zinger. As a result, unlike last year, my hand did not get sore.

Even better, my play partner was getting pleasure from my technique and telling me so. And I use the term "play partner," deliberately because whether I was spanking Lisa or she was spanking me, there was a delightful energy of childlike play to what we were doing. This was an important part of what made the session work for both of us.

Unfortunately, Lisa lives 400 miles away from me so it's not practical for us to do a whole lot together. In fact, the last I heard, she had gotten married. But there was a sequel about a month later. I was visiting her city on business and made a date to see her and play one more time together. It was a Friday night. Once again, because I believe firmly in the benefits of communication, and because I wanted to make sure that she would be comfortable with what I had planned, I filled Lisa in on the highlights of the evening. Luckily for both of us, she very much liked what she heard.

She came to my hotel room with a couple of her favorite toys. The lights were low in the mostly candle lit room. I had her sit in a chair and close her eyes as I guided her through a relaxation exercise to help her let go of the week's tensions. Next, I tenderly undressed her and guided her into the bathroom where I had a warm, perfumed bubble bath waiting. As she was soaking in the tub, I hung up her clothes and undressed myself. Taking a soft bath sponge in hand, I came in and gently bathed her from stem to stern.

After drying her in a soft cotton towel, I brought her back into the bedroom, lay her down face up on the bed and began to give her a slow, sensuous massage. Naturally certain parts of her body were so irresistible that they were also massaged by my tongue and mouth. Soon, it was time for her to roll over and I was massaging her back. Then I casually mentioned that a "letter from school" had arrived in the mail that day. At this point, based on her response, the scenario could have gone either way, as I didn't yet say whether the letter was from her teacher or mine.

Leaving you to your imagination, I will just say that she immediately chose her role and played the part to the hilt. Later, we reversed roles, as had been previously agreed. By the time we got dressed for dinner, we both had to sit a little tenderly. In fact, I felt a warmth and tenderness in my bottom for about four days afterward. Thank goodness she mostly used her hand!

I will always be grateful to Lisa for showing me how wonderful the right spanking partner can be and that there are women out there who like to play in this way. Now it's time for me to meet one who lives close enough to see regularly. I know you're out there somewhere. Maybe you're even reading this article. I have just one question for now:

Your lap or mine?