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HER BIG GIRL KNICKERS
Chapter 1: The Exploration
Now approaching the age of 27, Helen worked as an advertising manager on
the southeast coast of England. She enjoyed a fruitful social life, and her
career was moving along really well, but she was also reaching the age where
she was starting to question her future plans. Professionally, there were no
issues at all; she had a good roadmap planned for that. Personally, however,
things weren’t going as well.
Like any woman her age, she had no shortage of suitors, and she never
had any problems going out on dates, but there was a big hurdle that she was
unable to overcome, and before she settled down, she wanted to explore this
avenue before it was too late. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t a standard
hurdle that many people encounter in their lives. Helen, herself, had a big,
dark secret, one that she couldn’t share with anyone else, and it was a secret
that would consume her days to the point that she rarely thought about anything
else. The secret that she held was an enjoyable one, something that gave her
immense pleasure as an outsider, but it was also a bit of a burden because it
prevented her from moving forward at this stage in her life.
Helen didn’t even know where it had come from, though it wasn’t new to
her. This secret Helen had held for many years, and her only outlet for this
secret was her daily visits to the Internet, where she would spend an unusual
amount of time each night.
What was this secret that she held so close to her heart?
For as long as she could remember, Helen had wanted to be spanked. Not
for any particular reason or as punishment for anything she had done, she
simply wanted to be turned over someone’s knee and have her bare bottom soundly
spanked, up to the point where she was pushed to her limits and perhaps
slightly longer than that as well. It was an exciting prospect, but it was also
one that was as far away as being a Wimbledon champion; it just seemed
untenable.
There was a big reason as to why she thought it was out of reach, and
that was mostly from what she watched online. She simply loved watching videos
on the subject, the interactions, the roleplays, and the creative scenarios
that she discovered, but there was also something that held her back. On the
rare occasions that she ventured into online communities, everything always
seemed to be so far over the top. Whether that was from domineering tops trying
to control her every word or the scenarios that were often described. This
mostly came in the form of brutal canings and complete submission. That wasn’t
what Helen was about, though; she simply wanted to be spanked like a naughty
girl.
Even on the rare occasions when she would engage with someone and
perhaps enjoy the conversation, she would then have to deal with the
inappropriate pictures that were sent and the usual follow-up requests for
graphic pictures to be sent back. It wasn’t what she wanted by any stretch of
the imagination, and the more she conversed online, the likelihood that an
actual engagement with someone would slowly disappear.
While there were many videos that she enjoyed, there were just as many
that made her switch off whenever they crossed the line and became too harsh.
In fact, it was fair to say that Helen seemed to enjoy pictures more because,
with a picture, she could create her own fantasy from what she was viewing.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but for Helen, a picture could
practically write a book.
It would be wrong to say that she had never been spanked, but it would
be correct to say that she had never been spanked by someone else. Over the
years she had spanked herself countless times, whether that was over her skirt,
her pyjamas, or even on her knickers, or perhaps on her bare bottom, but she
knew that it wasn’t the same. She could give herself a nice firm whack with a
wooden spoon on her bare bottom, and then she could lie there and clench her
bottom, maybe even rubbing the sting out. Helen was fully aware that if someone
else were spanking her, she wouldn’t be afforded any of those luxuries, for
that mean wooden spoon would continue to land until she found it unbearable,
and it likely wouldn’t stop either.
She had many different household implements that she could use, as well
as her hand, but nothing came close to the wooden spoon. Maybe in reality a
hairbrush might be worse, and as she was unable to self-spank with a belt, that
also might be a dreadful thing to encounter. In the self-spanking department,
though, the long-handled wooden spoon provided enough torque that it would
provide the nastiest of stings. She found it particularly enjoyable, but at the
same time, that was because she controlled just exactly when and how often it
would land.
The desire for this to happen was incredibly strong, but she also had to
protect herself. After many attempts to engage, she simply knew at this stage
of her life she couldn’t engage in this activity with a man, at least not at
the current time anyway. One day after work, though, her life would change
dramatically.
As was normal, Helen got home, had her dinner and shower, and then
partook in her favourite activity, watching spanking videos. With her trusty
wooden spoon nearby, she went through the list of daily videos that had been
uploaded, mostly in the form of clips, until she stumbled across one that
really caught her attention. The video involved an older woman who was sitting
patiently on her couch, awaiting the arrival of her charge. What had really
caught her attention, though, was the hefty wooden spoon that was seated on the
arm of the couch. It wasn’t too dissimilar to her own, other than it looked a
bit thicker than hers. Upon initial viewing, it had caught her eye immediately,
and she even moved forward to the edge of her seat in anticipation of what was
to come.
Helen had watched many spanking videos over the years, so she knew that
the backstory wouldn’t be lengthy. After all, spanking videos are about getting
to the action, and the backstory oftentimes takes a backseat to the actual
spanking. The opening of the video was standard fare, the usual breaking of
curfew as the premise of the story, but the story wasn’t super important. It
was when the action started that it really captured her full attention.
The younger woman in the video, who seemed to be woefully underdressed
for an evening out anyway, soon found herself over the lap of her screen mum,
and Helen watched with delight as the older woman smacked the seat of her
super-short miniskirt half a dozen times, but then the excitement level had her
heart racing when the older woman lifted that skirt up above the younger
woman’s knickers. There was something about this that was incredibly exciting.
The younger woman was wearing a pair of pale blue silky knickers, perhaps made
from nylon, and they weren’t the usual type that one would find in an adult
video where they were firmly wedged up the bum. No, these were just an ordinary
pair of bikini knickers, the type that any young woman might be wearing on any
given day. It was just a small detail, but it was one that made everything look
very real to Helen as she watched this scene play out.
Because she had seen so many videos, Helen knew that those knickers
would eventually come down, but for the moment the realism had captivated her.
The screen mum was doing her well-versed scolding techniques as she held the
squirming girl down over her lap, and the protests coming from below were also
pretty good. They weren’t stiff words, which could often happen. In this
instance the words were quite realistic with the pleading of it not happening
again and how sorry she was, but her words were falling on deaf ears. Helen was
taking it all in; it was perfect so far. Then the older woman asked for the
hand of the younger woman, and she reluctantly put it back, only for it to be
tucked into her side. She was now pinned. The spanking didn’t start straight
away either; instead, the older woman reached across her body to grasp the
mean-looking wooden spoon. Helen’s mouth was agape; this is everything that she
had ever dreamed of for many years. There was even a part of her that wanted to
switch the video off out of fear that it would soon be ruined by an
over-the-top spanking, but she persevered.
Initially the knickers had appeared adequate, but now that the screen
mum was holding the wooden spoon, those knickers suddenly looked rather
inadequate, certainly in terms of a spanking being applied to them. Helen
watched intently as the wood began to land and the young woman in the video
started to squirm wildly and shriek her protestations; it was one of the best
videos she had seen in a long time.
Then came the moment of truth as Helen herself had started to shed her
clothing. The on-screen mum had paused the spanking, and after placing the
wooden spoon down, she reached for the hem of her screen daughter’s silky
knickers. Helen was salivating as the blotchy bare bottom came into view as her
knickers descended. Her bum was covered in 50p-sized red splotches, all
courtesy of the mean old wooden spoon, and yet it wasn’t over.
If Helen was really honest, the severity of the spanking was far more
than she would normally enjoy, but for some reason the sight of a motherly
figure applying that wooden spoon had her in a state of euphoria. She even
surmised that she, herself, wouldn’t enjoy that, but she was certainly enjoying
watching it. Now the spanking was happening on the bare bottom, and Helen was
lost in her own world. At this point she was hardly even watching the screen as
she became wrapped up with taking care of her own needs. She sat at that
computer screen for the longest time, certainly far longer than the length of
the video had been. It was an amazing night, and it was one that convinced her
to get some therapy for her problems.
She wasn’t talking about therapy with a psychiatrist; oh no, she needed some therapy applied to her bottom.
Chapter 2: The Connection
The following day Helen had the fortune to be able to work from home,
and while she was devoted to her job, anyone who worked from home already knows
that you can slack off whenever you feel like it. One thing that Helen had
noticed while watching the video the night before was that the woman who played
the mother role was also a southerner, like herself. So during a break from
work, she went onto her own computer and started to Google the woman’s name.
Unsurprisingly, she found a website for her, even if it was a website that was
rather plain compared to many others. There were a smattering of pictures and a
few video clips, but most importantly, there was a section called ‘services.’
After opening the page, she saw the writing in the very first paragraph
that she had wanted to see. The woman in question announced that she lived in
Essex, just one county away from where Helen lived. She then began to peruse
the services that were on offer, and she connected with them right away. The
woman was adamant to state that she wasn’t a dominatrix and that she was, in
fact, what she termed herself to be: a behavioural specialist. There were
multiple services on offer, from the disciplinary to roleplay and anything in
between. Once all of the different roleplay scenarios had been detailed, there
was that special notice at the bottom of the page for beginners, for people
just like Helen.
She studied that section intently, reading about the initial
consultation, the possible scenarios that one might explore, and the
all-important details about everything being safe, sane, and consensual. These
were details that Helen wasn’t really familiar with, but they all made sense to
her, even if all she had hoped for was for someone to take her to task and
wallop her botty good.
It was tough. Helen wanted to reach out via email as soon as she could,
but it would take her ten hours before she could do that. What does one say in
an introductory email to a behavioural specialist? All day long she would open
that email that sat in her draft folder, and she would tinker with it, unsure
whether it should be long or short and how many details she should send. It was
very hard to send something that was concise yet detailed at the same time. It
had already reached nighttime by the time that Helen hit the send button, with
her thoughts from the previous decade all wrapped up neatly in three
paragraphs. That, of course, didn’t mean that she could relax, for she would
then lie in bed and question herself as to whether she had done the right thing
or not.
The following day, Helen began her usual morning routine by preparing
herself for work. Everything was settled, and she had a little bit of spare
time to enjoy a cuppa and some toast. As she sat there with her mini breakfast,
she opened up her work email on her phone, only to get a sense of what lay
ahead for her on this day. Once she had done that, she switched over to her
personal email. Helen wasn’t expecting any big surprise there; she had simply
checked it like she always does, but there, shining like a beacon in the night,
she spotted it: an email reply from the person she had reached out to, a lady
by the name of Miss Sandra.
A thrill surged through her body, but she was caught between a rock and
a hard place. It was already starting to get late, and she needed to get a move
on, and she realised that if she opened the email right now, her entire morning
was likely to be spent thinking of that email. As hard a decision as it was,
Helen decided not to open it just yet, for she would save it until lunchtime
when she could pick something up and sit in her car for lunch. Of course it
didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be thinking of the email, but that was a far
better situation than opening the email and reading all of the gory details.
There was simply no way she could work if that had happened. It was better to
put the email on ice for now.
Because her mind was so occupied
with different thoughts during the morning, it actually flew by quickly. The
lunchtime email was almost like a reward for her, and that was how she viewed
it, as she had accomplished a lot at work that morning. Now that lunch was
here, Helen had to make her excuses with the group of folks that she would
normally eat with, fobbing them off with a mysterious appointment that had
suddenly come up. She even drove a little bit out of the way just to ensure
some privacy, and she found a quaint little sandwich shop in the village next
to the town where she worked. A quick cheese and cucumber sandwich to go along
with a bottle of pop. It was the perfect appetiser to serve for the main course
of the bottom-smacking email she had anticipated opening all morning.
As she sat in her car with her lunch ready, she opened her phone to
retrieve her well-earned reward from that morning’s work exploits, the spanking
email from Miss Sandra. She was hoping for a nice long email to read, but she
was perhaps a little disappointed that it wasn’t as long as she had hoped for.
In essence, it was little more than a courteous professional reply, one that
explained the services that Helen had already read about, but also an
additional note about how Miss Sandra welcomed beginners of both sexes. Helen
read the email reply several times, even coming to the realisation that it was
probably a standard cut-and-paste email reply, with perhaps a few words added
at the end regarding beginners. There was a segment of the standard reply that
caught her attention, though, and one that maintained her hopefulness. In that
segment, Miss Sandra talked about the need for a phone consultation before any
arrangements could be made, and she spoke about this in terms of compatibility
between the parties. Helen would be required to list a timeframe as to when she
would be free each evening, and Miss Sandra stated that she would respond with
a date and time as to when she would call.
As she ate her lunch, Helen had wanted to email back right away, but she
realised that on her phone she wouldn’t likely be as professional as she might
otherwise be, so instead she decided that once she had finished work on that
day, she would email Miss Sandra back later that evening, probably right before
she watched Miss Sandra spank the tar out of that woman again on her computer
screen. A spanking was closer at hand now than it had ever been.
Once Helen got home that night, she booted up her computer in
preparation for responding to Miss Sandra’s email. She had initially planned to
do this after dinner, but dinner be blowed, this was far more important. Miss
Sandra had wanted times, and Helen was prepared to send them as quickly as she
could. For the rest of the week, she noted that she would be free between the
hours of 8pm and 9pm each night. The ideal time for her, as that was normally
the time when she would be watching spanking videos or looking at spanking
images. She also wanted to send the email quickly because her mind was already
a little exhausted on this day because she had been thinking about it for so
long. If she sent the email now, then she could relax for the rest of the evening
and not have to worry about it anymore. Helen clicked on the send button; job
done.
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