The thing I first noticed about Vanessa was her arms. She has great arms, strong arms. She was beside me, in the gym, during Pump Class: I noticed her biceps as she lifted the barbell up and down, up and down.

 

I couldn't keep my eyes off her arms.

 

She noticed me looking at her, turned and smiled. I smiled back.

 

Then, in the weight room a few days later, I was in the squat rack, and she was pressing on the bench beside me.

 

She asked me to spot for her.

 

She was determined, and didn't need any help. Between sets an advert for a new version of Pride and Prejudice came on the television. She noticed me watching it, and it turned out that Vanessa was a Jane Austin fan. Well I love Jane Austin, especially Pride and Prejudice.

 

Yes she wanted to see it too – I suggested we see it together.

 

Now this is the embarrassing bit. I have to own up to it to explain it to you. When I meet a girl I like, I'm not like a normal guy (or what I think a normal guy is like). I mean, they (I'm told and I've read) fantasise about fucking women, boning them, grabbing their tits and their ass, penetrating them and so on, and so on.

 

But here – how to I explain? Let me bring in Pride and Prejudice. The thing I love about the main character, Lizze Bennett, is that she is so definite and so ardent in her opinions, so passionate and certain. I read that book when I was about 14, and I used to wank to the image of Lizzie Bennett putting me over her lap and spanking me until I came.

 

I don't know where the idea came from. But once it was in my mind, it was like my penis was on meth.

Now if I see a woman I am attracted to, all I imagine is myself bent over her lap.

 

But with Vanessa, don't get me wrong. It wasn’t just her biceps. I really liked her, she was smart and warm, she loved Jane Austin! That black curly hair that fell around her cheeks; that cute mole on her cheek. And she looked so hot in those black tights.

 

But mostly when I looked at her biceps I was thinking, she could give my ass a sound spanking.

So we saw the movie. I thought it was okay: Vanessa hated it, said it was a “travesty.” She was so much like Lizzie, so definite in her opinions. We had sex, it was fine. Her whole body was lovely. I went down on her and I enjoyed it: I found myself stretching her buttocks apart and circling my tongue around her bum hole. It drove her wild, I enjoyed driving her wild - she threw me over and went down on me. Then we fucked nicely.

 

About a week later I saw her at the gym again. We did a Pump Class together. I collected her weights at the end of the class and helped her stack them. I thought she really does have a great little body. I really did like her.

 

“Are you gay?” she asked.

 

“No.” I said.

 

She could sense that something was off. I felt I owed her something. So a few days later I invited her out to dinner, at West End, the Thai place on Hargraves road. We chatted about Jane Austin, gossiped about people at the gym. We went back to the car, walking side by side but at some distance apart. It had started raining, faint drips collected into lines that ran down the windscreen.

 

“Its just that I...with sex...” I began.

 

Vanessa looked at me.

 

“I like to be spanked,” I said.

 

“Oh.”

 

I started the engine. Put the car into gear, started home.

 

After passing through West End into Paddington she said, “I noticed you first bending over doing those squats. I noticed you had such a cute little ass.”

 

“Oh,” I said.

 

“I could give it a smack,” she said.

 

We went to her place to talk. I told her about my Jane Austin fixation while we drank tea in her kitchen, and she said, "you must drop you pants at once, Sir."

 

I laughed.

 

"But I am serious," she said.

 

I felt silly, but I dropped my pants.

 

"And your undies of course," she said.

 

I dropped my undies, and stood there bare-bottomed in front of Vanessa, my erect penis gently throbbing.

 

Vanessa seemed a little shocked at her own boldness, but she pressed her lips together and took a deep breath and said, Now bend over the counter.

 

The counter was cold on my belly and I could feel the cool air on my bum. Vanessa bent down and spread my buttocks apart and examined me.

 

She stood up and said "Your bottom is sufficiently clean." Then she gave my bun a
squeeze - inadvertently pressing a finger into my bum hole and stretching it sideways.

"Oops. Sorry" she said. I didn't mean to do that

 

I don't mind I said

 

She started spanking me. She was slow and tentative at first, but I encouraged her, and she built up a strong rhythm, and soon all the strength of her lovely biceps were moving her hands, spanking me nice and hard.

 

"Your bum is delightfully red," she said. But I'm afraid my hands are getting sore."

 

Perhaps you might like to use a wooden spoon, I suggested. It had been one of my favorite fantasies.

Good idea: stay there, she said.

 

She went around the counter and opened a drawer.

 

She held up two spoons and said, wickedly, "Which one?"

 

The biggest one, I said.

 

She methodically spanked my bottom all over, she was very serious and focused and she made sure she didn't miss one little bit.

 

Without saying a word she put he hands on my hips and guided them back so that more of my bottom was exposed. Then she spanked at the skin between my butt cheeks.

 

"I can't get all the way in,' she said. "Stretch them apart, won't you?"

 

I stretched my buttocks apart and she smacked my bum hole with the spoon.

 

She asked me if I wanted her to strike my penis. I declined.

 

Next time, maybe. She said hopefully.

 

She began working my bum all over again. In my fantasies, I had never imagined how much it stung but I now understood. It hurt: it hurt a lot.

 

"Vanessa," I said.

 

She hit me especially hard on a sensitive spot where the bottom of my butt cheek met my inner thigh.

Miss Bennett you mean, she said.

 

Please...miss Bennett. It hurts.

 

Oh. Do you want me to stop

 

Yes please miss, I said

 

What if I worked the back of your thighs for a while?

 

I demurred. She worked her way down my legs with the wooden spoon until I pleaded for her to stop.

What do we do now? She asked

 

I started to pull my undies up. Vanessa saw me wince as I pulled them up over my raw and sensitive bottom.

 

"Poor boy," she said, and she took me by the hand and led me into the lounge room. She undressed me completely and lay me down on my belly on a towel on the floor. She rubbed lotion on my thighs and on my bum and then she lightly kissed my bottom on both cheeks and then she spread my cheeks apart and kissed me there as well.

 

She told me to lie on my back.

 

Did it hurt a lot? she asked.

 

It did, I said.

 

I did want it to, she admitted and bit her lip.

 

Then she slid her panties off from under her skirt and stood over me. She lowered herself onto me and ground into me, hurting me where my bum rubbed against the towel and the carpet, and she fucked me until she came.

 

As it turns out, I was right about her biceps. Vanessa's arms pack a wallop, and I am always at her to make sure she goes to Pump Class with me, am always encouraging her to add an extra couple of kilos to the ends of her barbells.