Dear Michael and Barbara... Recently an old girlfriend called and we relived some old times. She was my first long term spanking partner and, although I haven't seen her in years, I can still close my eyes and envision her round and saucy bottom jiggling and bouncing over my knee as it often was.

I met Karen when I was in college. She was an attractive, fair-skinned woman with brown hair and a coy smile. Like many coeds of the day, she dressed in what I would call "post-hippie" style-- blue jeans with colorful patches everywhere, T-shirt's with peace symbols or save the planet slogans, and rolled-kerchief head-bands that kept her long hair back and out of her face.

I first noticed Karen on her bicycle, which she rode everywhere. Actually, what I first noticed was Karen's slightly elevated, lush rear end wiggling by as she rode her bike by me one day. I made it a point to put a face and personality behind the gorgeous little bottom, and soon we were talking and hanging around together, but not dating as such.

It wasn't that I didn't want to date and, in truth, go to bed with Karen. I did. I just was never the rush into it with a woman kind of man, and thought it better to let things take their course, which they did when Karen proved that she was not as patient as I. She showed up at my garage apartment one afternoon with a plan in mind, and didn't leave until we made the sweetest, most satisfying love I'd ever experienced.

Being a randy young man, I wanted more once the dam was broken and met no resistance from Karen. We would meet two or three times a week in the afternoon and always on Saturday at noon but never on Sunday or at night.

At first, I was too lust-crazed to notice the obvious, but I confronted her one Saturday and she confessed she was married! I didn't care but I was upset that she hadn't told me. That is when it happened. Amidst my ranting and without thinking about it, I made a rhetorical comment to the effect that she deserved to "have her butt blistered."

Karen said she was sorry and didn't want to lose me. Then she stood up, lowered her head and without looking at me said, "I'm very sorry. I should have told. You are right, I do deserve a good, hard spanking!"

I was shocked as I had never seriously considered spanking her.

Karen was serious though. She looked at me. Her eyes were tearing and she was obviously upset. She popped the button on her jeans and undid the zipper. Then she spoke, "I suppose you want me over your knee?"

I recovered my composure and answered affirmatively. I was still angry enough to think Karen deserved a good spanking, and since she obviously thought so too it seemed like the right thing to do.

Soon Karen had wiggled her pants and panties down and I had her face down across my lap in the classic position! Her bottom was white, full and round, and very firm. The cleft that separated those lovely hills was deep and gave each cheek a sculptured look. I knew how to spank, but I didn't know how hard or how long to make it.

We then had one of those "I'm doing this for your own good" conversations where the man does most of the talking. Karen didn't ask for mercy or to be let off and said she deserved it "good and hard", so I went to work giving her lush, naked bottom a good going over with brisk, sound, open palmed smacks!

Karen didn't make a fuss or, for that matter, any sound at all during a full three dozen licks that had to really sting and turned both cheeks a bright pink! I was surprised that she wasn't kicking or crying as I'd expected, so I paused to both move her a little more forward and give her the opportunity to demand to be let up.

But Karen didn't. She whimpered once and said she was sorry again, and in such a way that I knew she expected me to continue her punishment. I was in uncharted waters, but I resumed the chastisement of her newly elevated fanny. I spanked hard and fast for the next twenty seconds or so.

Karen was clearly suffering. Her thighs were no longer pressed together but were now open and revealing her femininity. Heat radiated from the blushing, tender flesh. She gasped and grunted and threw her head back but did not cry out or try to get off my lap.

My palm was sore and aching as I finished with a dozen real hard spanks to the base of her very red seat! The spanking over, I relaxed my grip but instead of bouncing to her feet as I thought she would, Karen remained in position. I helped her to her feet and she stood there rubbing her bottom and taking deep breaths.

Finally, Karen retrieved her panties and quickly replaced her jeans. I expected her to run out of the room but when she didn't I put my arm around her. She began to cry softly. We sat on the couch and cuddled (I sat she knelt). She recovered her composure surprisingly quickly and was back to "normal" in thirty minutes. We talked everything over and she apologized again.

"I hope you don't have to do that again any time soon," she casually remarked and retired to the bathroom.

We spent the rest of the afternoon making love. The last look I had of her rear before she dressed to go home showed a little discoloration and she said she was still warm and a little tender, but okay! That afternoon left me totally exhausted but a much wiser man!

Karen and I remained an item for another year and a half before she moved away with her husband. I must have spanked her thirty or forty times for real and imaginary disciplinary reasons and then made love after she recovered.

Karen was always "shocked and embarrassed" to be punished like that, but she was also always as hot as a firecracker and ready to make love afterwards so I know she got as turned on as me.

Karen has periodically popped back into my life when she is between husbands or jobs, and I've readily agreed to tan her bottom for her when she does. It's been years since the last time she called and we didn't talk about setting a date yet for her next spanking, but something tells me we will.