Chapter 1: The Spanking Revelation
“You’re fucking kidding me”, Jake laughed, nearly spitting out his drink. “You like being spanked?”
“It’s not that funny”, I replied, feeling a little exposed. “And, yes, I do.” I took a sip of my drink while Jake attempted to compose himself. “I mentioned only because there’s a thing at my place next Saturday. Some friends. And I thought you might want to come.”
“And what will we be doing at this ‘thing’?” Jake asked, his smirk softening into genuine curiosity.
I took a deep breath. “Well, it’s my birthday party, which is why I invited you. And, traditionally, I get spanked. A lot.” Jake blinked slowly, his glass hovering halfway to his mouth. “It’s fine if you don’t want to come, but I’d like you there.”
Jake slowly set his glass down on the coffee table, the ice cubes clinking softly. “So, these friends of yours… this is something you do a lot?”
“I don’t know. What’s a lot? But a few times a month, I guess”
“A few times a month,” Jake repeated, his voice low. “And… what would I be expected to do at this party?”
“Nothing you don’t want to,” I said, holding his gaze. “You can just watch, have a drink, participate. Whatever is comfortable.”
“But I could… participate,” Jake said, his voice carefully neutral. I nodded and Jake smiled.
“Hmmm…” He swirled the ice in his glass, the firelight catching the amber liquid. “Well, I’ll need some practice. Why don’t you show me how it’s done?” he finished, his eyes now fixed on mine, all trace of a joke gone.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, a slow smile spreading across my face as I stood up. “Okay,” I said, the word hanging in the warm air between us. “But you’re going to have to stand up for this part.”
Jake stood, a slow, deliberate unfolding from the armchair that made the air in the room feel several degrees warmer. I stood up as well.
I moved to the arm of the sofa, the worn leather cool through my jeans. "So," Jake said, his voice closer now, "do you, like, bend over something, or...?"