Main Characters: - David (Dave): 20 something male. 6’0”, medium build, brown hair. Shy. Strong desire to be spanked. - Emily: 20 something female. Attractive not slutty. Other characters: - Emily’s friends: 4 women and 1 man. All in 20s. Their role is that the observe while Emily spanks Dave. They are highly amused and intrigued by the spanking. Setting: - Dave and Emily are on a date and have gone back to Emily’s apartment. The apartment is small but nice. Do not describe the apartment or surroundings in any detail. Tone: - the story should focus on Dave’s embarrassment - focus on action. The spanking and Dave’s reaction and feelings are most critical to the story - use short, to the point sentences to describe the feelings of impact, embarrassment and emotions Action: - At the apartment Dave and Emily are talking and getting to know one another - Dave reveals his spanking fetish to Emily - Emily is intrigued and offers to spank Dave - Dave lays over Emily’s knees and she spanks him. Progression of the spanking: over jeans, then she pulls down his pants (very embarrassing for Dave to show his ass) Next: after the spanking Dave admits he fantasizes about being spanked in front of an audience. Emily finds this hot. Next scene: Emily has Dave over again at a party she has with her friends (Other Characters) - Emily surprises Dave by spanking him in front her friends at the party

Chapter 1: The Confession and the First Spank

Our first date was a success so far, and I figured it could only get better when she invited me up to her apartment. It was small but warm and inviting. We sat on the couch, our knees nearly touching, the air between us thick with something unspoken. I had spent the entire evening stealing glances at her, admiring the way her lips curled when she laughed, the way her fingers drummed absently against her glass when she was thinking. She was effortlessly cool, the kind of woman who made me feel like I had to be interesting just to keep up.

“Tell me something about yourself that would surprise me,” Emily said, swirling her wine glass with one hand, her other resting lightly on the couch cushion between us. The dim glow of the lamp cast shadows across her face, making her eyes look even more intense.

I swallowed hard. The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. My pulse quickened, my fingers tightening around my own glass. I had spent years keeping this part of myself locked away, buried under layers of shame and secrecy. But something about the way she looked at me—like she actually wanted to know—made the words rise to my lips before I could stop them.

I hesitated for a moment. I had something that I had never told anyone, but for some reason I chose this moment to share it. Before I could change my mind I blurted out, “ I like to be spanked.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and humiliating. My face burned, my stomach twisting with shame. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, my gaze fixed on the floor as I waited for her reaction.

For a long moment, there was silence. Then, a soft laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” Emily said, but there was no real accusation in her voice. Just curiosity.

“I know, weird”, I muttered, my cheeks burning.

Emily tilted her head, studying me with a smirk. “Totally”, she laughed. Emily’s smirk widened as she leaned back against the couch, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.

I was suddenly very aware of how exposed I was, how vulnerable. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms slick with sweat. I wanted to take back the words, to pretend I’d never said them. “Sorry, I shouldn’t—“.

Emily cut me off, her hand shooting out and grabbing my wrist. Her grip was firm, but not painful—just enough to make my pulse jump. She pulled me across her lap. I had no time to react. My chest and stomach pressed against her thighs, my ass lifted high in the air.

“Tell me Davey, how do you like it?” Emily’s voice was low and teasing, her hand coming to rest on the seat of my jeans.

My mind raced. I had not expected things to go like this.

I had not expected things to go like this.

“I… I like it to hurt,” I stammered, the words scraping out of my tight throat. “And I like being told what a dirty little fuck-up I am while it happens.” Her hand was a warm, terrifying weight on my denim-clad ass. “I like when it’s… humiliating.”

The first smack landed on my ass with a sharp, flat crack that echoed in the quiet room. A jolt of pure, stinging heat exploded through the denim, and I gasped into the cushion, my back arching involuntarily. “Fuck,” I breathed, the word muffled by the fabric.

“Like that, you little pervert?” Emily asked, her voice a mix of amusement and command. My cock throbbed painfully against the seam of my jeans, a traitorous pulse of want that drowned out the shame.