My First Time: Figging


Though this is not an account of something that has happened in my relationship with my husband, I would like to share a few of my firsts that got me into the things that I am today. The first time I had experienced figging I believe I was about 18 years old, perhaps a few months before. I had met a guy on the internet (I had no fear then) who was also into spanking, and different types of punishment. We talked for a while via internet and phone until one day we decided to meet. We didn’t live too far away from each other but we decided to meet in the middle in a semi-public place. We met for lunch at a pizza place. He was a bit older than me, about 25 I believe, sort of on the short side, but he wasn’t bad looking. He was intelligent, very dominant, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well.
I don’t remember what exactly it was that I was doing, but I know he had to leave at some point to go to work. I was doing something that he considered “misbehaving” and he told me that if he had to take me out to the parking lot to punish me, then he would have to punish me again, at a later date, for making him late for work. Needless to say I didn’t stop what I was doing so he had to punish me. He took me out to my car, we got in the back seat where he made me get over his lap and he spanked me bare bottomed right there in the parking lot. It hurt, but it was exactly what I had been looking for.
We said our goodbyes and agreed to get together again within the next couple weeks. We continued to talk on the phone and discussed what we wanted to do the next time we got together. Looking back I was very naive and stupid because I agreed to stay the night with him at a hotel for him to “punish me properly.” He had told me that not only was he going to spank me, but he was also going to take my temperature rectally, use ginger root on my bottom, and give me an enema. I was nervous and scared, but more than excited. He had me pick up the enema equipment and ginger root as part of my punishment. I was to tell the cashier what the enema was for to humiliate myself. The poor girl didn’t even know what an enema was and when I told her, her response was, “well at least you know what you’re looking for.” It was awful!
So we met, again about half way in the middle at a Super 8. We got the room and he immediately got down to business.
He started by pulling a chair into the middle of the room. He then took out the thermometer and placed them on the nearby table and sat down on the chair. He instructed me to come over to him. He pulled down my pants and pulled me over his lap where first took my temperature and then he spanked me until my bottom felt like it was on fire. He took my temperature once again to see how much it had gone up from the spanking. He said if it hadn’t gone up enough he would continue to spank me. I’m not sure he ever said how much it was supposed to go up but apparently it was high enough.
After that he went into the bathroom to start shaving down the ginger root to be inserted into my bottom (AKA figging). He had me standing in the corner while he did this and came out to swat my bottom a few times because I kept turning around to look at what he was doing. Then he had me kneel on the bed while he inserted the fig. He spanked my bare bottom while he had the fig in. It burned quite a bit but it kept falling out. It wasn’t a very big ginger root and he shaped it more into a wedge than a butt plug. So he kept putting it back in and finally he pushed it in too far. . .and we lost it. . .We were both very freaked out. I went to the bathroom to try to expell it, to no avail. He was going to manually remove it, but I wouldn’t let him. Instead I suggested he just give me the enema he was already planning to give me to get it out. He agreed. He prepared the enema bag with just warm water and hug it on the towel rod. He had me get on the floor on all fours while he inserted the nozzle into my bottom. I cramped up pretty badly while the water entered me. After it was done he left me to expell it in private. The fig did come out. . .
We didn’t do too much more that night. He spanked me a few more times and we messed around a bit in bed. The next morning we went to breakfast and said our goodbyes. He stopped talking to me after that. Perhaps because he got all he wanted? Perhaps because losing the fig really freaked him out? Perhaps he just wasn’t interested anymore? Not sure. But that was my first experience with figging.

5 thoughts on “My First Time: Figging

  1. Monty says:

    Thanks for sharing your story. I want to know if it made you any horny after the effects of ginger took place? I’m hearing some saying no and a lot of people saying yes to that.
    Thanks

  2. kandysparks says:

    Well you learn something new everyday…interesting post, thanks for sharing.

  3. Espinaca verde says:

    i hope you took the fig home and made ginger snaps with it. no sense wasting a good edible item.

  4. xotheladyxo says:

    It could have been worse. I could have had to go to the hospital to get it out and been one of those stories nurses go home and tell their families lol

  5. Lola says:

    It could have been worse! ❤

    Oh,the crazy [& naughty] things we do when we are younger!!!

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