My First Time: Spanking

I have been trying very hard to remember the first time I was spanked, and I’ve been having a difficult time. I wasn’t really spanked as a child, and the times that I was, I don’t remember them. Blocked them out perhaps? I want to say that first person to spank me since was probably the boyfriend I had that gave me my first (well, second) enema. Though I can’t imagine him doing it as a punishment thing. He probably did it more so as a sexual thing. I’m not sure I even knew that I was more into the punishment style situation than the spanking itself. I’m pretty sure he would have been the first to spank me because he was the first I really started to explore anything out of the ordinary with. I was quite open with him and if I told him about my enema interests and explored those with him, I’m quite sure I did the same with spanking. I can’t remember a specific account of anytime that he spanked me though. I’m pretty sure the first person that spanked me for punishment was the same guy that I first experienced figging with. Though the BEST spanking I ever received was about a year after that. I was in college and at the time, I was quite the wild girl. I liked to party a lot, and serial date. I, once again, met a man online that shared the same interests as me. I was going to school in southern NY and he was from northern PA.
After talking online for sometime I invited him up to meet me. We agreed to meet in town at a public place. He had to drive to me because I couldn’t have a car on campus my freshman year. It was about a 2 hour drive for him, if I remember correctly. He picked me up from college and we drove about a mile to town and went to a bar. He was about 10 years older than me, which was perfect in my opinion. We wanted to have one neutral meeting to decide if we wanted to start seeing each other regularly and where we wanted to take this. We hit it off so we decided to get together again. The next time he was going to pick me up and take me back to his place in Pennsylvania for the weekend. It’s lucky he wasn’t a murderer!
He set rules for me to follow while I was at school. I had a curfew, no swearing, and a few others that I can’t seem to remember. Regardless, I broke them. He lectured me for part of the trip from college to his appartment. He told me as soon as we got to his place he was going to have me take my clothes off and stand in the corner. That’s exactly what he did. Then he got out a few of his implements and had me go into the living room where I got over his knee while he spanked me with his hand. It wasn’t long before my bottom was on fire. Then he had me follow him into the bedroom where he again put me over his knee and spanked me with a small paddle that he had. My butt began to bruise quickly. He continued to lecture me about rules and respect and then finished by having me bend over the couch for a spanking with a ruler. My bottom was seriously purple for a week. It hurt to wear pants! It was the hardest I had ever been spanked, but I have never felt like such a naughty little girl since. That’s what I’m striving to achieve with my husband now. We’re getting there!