Her First Time: John introduces Emma to spanking and more (Part 1). [M/f] [D/s] [Domestic Discipline] [Spanking] [M/f Masturbation] [Romantic] [Loving] [Caretaking] [Emotional]

[This is original content and is a prequel to my previous story, Driving Home the Lesson, but they can be read in any order.

This is part 1 of this story. Part 2 can be found here.]

As he swung the car into the car park, John glanced at the clock on the dashboard. 11:04am. Fifteen minutes until her train arrived, and plenty of time to get to the platform. He found a space and reversed the car in, grabbing his coat and setting off. John walked steadily down the concrete staircase, through the automatic doors, and into the station, hitting the Easter holiday crowds.

John looked up at the arrivals board and saw that the train was still a few minutes away. He walked steadily to the exit barriers, plunged his hands into his pockets, and waited, his mind full of thoughts of the whirlwind of the past few months and of the weekend ahead.

Around six months ago, Emma had responded to his dating post on Reddit. It was not a place he ever imagined he'd meet the love of his life, but he'd got to the point where anything was worth trying. After what felt like a lifetime of learning about himself and searching for the right relationship, he'd begun to wonder if he'd ever find what he was looking for. He had never struggled to get dates, but the kind of relationship he wanted with the kind of person he was compatible with was frustratingly elusive.

There was something different about Emma. From the first messages, there was no pretence. No putting on a show or trying to impress each other. No feeling like he had to perform or be something he wasn't. No pretence at nonchalance. Just two people being themselves.

Emma had been terrified of course. It was all new for her, and it had taken her days to build up the courage to send that first message. She had only been browsing the dating posts for entertainment... imagining the people behind them and the people who responded. Wondering what it would be like to meet someone. Wondering if she ever would. And then she saw John's post, and it just felt different. There were obvious ways - the focus on the kind of dynamic he was looking for, on wanting to take care of his partner, on traditional values. But more than that... she just felt like she understood it. Understood him. Before they'd even spoken. She felt like his post awakened something in her that she'd only been subtly aware of before. She must have read it a hundred times before eventually building up the courage to write to him.

What followed felt like a dream. At first, the messaging was hesitant. John was used to messages from women who hadn't even read his post, let alone understood it. People who turned out to be married or live on the other side of the world. He'd become sadly jaded and cynical, and wasn't even sure if it was worth it any more. Emma was petrified. Unsure of herself, with no idea of what she was doing or whether she should be doing it. But as they talked, as they opened up, as they shared more and more about each other, there was a realisation for both of them that this was something special.

Pretty quickly, they were communicating almost constantly. Messages on Reddit, then a messaging app, and then the pivotal moment of swapping photographs. John knew in his heart that there'd be attraction there, from the way Emma had described herself and from the connection they already had, and he was right. Since then they'd had more voice and video calls than they could count, and despite the distance they'd now met several times in real life. And six months after that first message, they'd well and truly fallen for one another.

John glanced at his watch again and up at the arrivals board, which showed the train was now in the platform. He starting scanning the crowd approaching the barriers, his heart beating faster, and realised that he was grinning. Suddenly he caught sight of her, a diminutive figure in a rush of people. At five feet and three inches tall, she bobbed in and out of sight between the other travellers, her dark brown hair blending into the background. But eventually she caught sight of John and a huge grin spread across her face. As she approached the barriers, she scanned her phone and dragged a suitcase that was almost as big as she was through the gate, before quickening her step and skipping her way up to John. She dropped the suitcase handle and walked up to him, burying her head in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hello beautiful," John whispered as he kissed the top of her head, and then lifted her face towards him so he could kiss her on the lips.

"Hiiii," she grinned at him. "I missed you!"

"My God, I missed you too."

They stood for a moment, John holding her close against his body, feeling her warmth and marvelling at how strong his feelings were for someone he'd only known for six months. After a moment, he loosened his arms. "Shall we go?"

"I can't believe I'm going to see your house for real. Yes, take me home!"

John picked up the handle on Emma's suitcase with his right hand, grabbed Emma's hand with his left, and led them both back to his car.

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As they stepped into the front door of John's house, he put the suitcase on the floor, closed the door behind them, and turned to give Emma a big hug. He kissed her on the top of her head, and then took her coat from her.

"Time for the guided tour!"

John picked the luggage up and carried it up the stairs, with Emma following behind him. He put it down in the bedroom, and beckoned Emma over to the window, standing beside her and putting his arm around her waist as they looked out at the view.

"You see what I mean about the garden? This is my next project." he said, "But it's not a bad view, right?"

"It's beautiful. And yeah, it's a bit of a jungle, but it'll look amazing once you're finished. Think of all the wildlife you're going to attract!"

At six feet tall, as John pulled Emma in closer towards him, her head nestled into his shoulder, and John turned to kiss the top of her head. "Ok, let me show you the rest of the house and then we can have a cup of tea and watch that film."

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A couple of hours later, they were sitting together on the sofa as the credits rolled, John sitting upright on the left with his feet on the floor, and Emma curled up next to him, lying against him with John's arm around her, his hand resting lightly on her hip. Although they'd spent several separate days together already, and countless hours talking on the phone and messaging, this was the first time they'd had real privacy. They'd talked and shared so much; he felt like he'd shared more with Emma than with anyone he'd ever known. They'd moved from tentatively hinting at the things they wanted to, just a few weeks later, feeling completely comfortable being open about everything. They seemed to see the world in the same way, and even where they had differences, those differences complemented each other and excited them both.

And now, sitting here with Emma in his arms, John's heart felt full. He was overwhelmed by his desire to look after this girl. To protect her, to love her, and to guide her. She'd become the most precious thing in his life by far and he couldn't help but imagine the rest of their lives together. The more he'd got to know Emma, the more he'd become captivated by her intelligence, her sensitivity, and her kindness. While she had always seen her shyness and anxiety as flaws that she disliked, he saw them as an integral part of the many reasons that he loved her. Emma's shyness marked a sensitivity that allowed her to see deep inside him and to understand him in a way that he hadn't thought possible. The way she listened to him, the way she noticed subtle changes in his voice and his body language, her desire to look after him in her own attentive way... she made him feel cared for in a way that nobody had before. Her anxiety and her need for care, protection, and reassurance allowed him to express a side of himself that he'd never been able to express before. He'd begun to feel like his reason for existing was to take care of her. To make sure she was secure, happy, and fulfilled. To guide her through life and to keep her safe. In short, it was the connection he'd always dreamed of and it made him feel utterly fulfilled. He loved her, and he wouldn't change a single thing about her.

Emma's mind was also wandering back through the crazy few months that had led up to this moment. She looked back at the nervous wreck she'd been, her finger hovering over the 'send' button for what felt like hours after writing that first message. The combination of intense nervousness with an unfamiliar feeling of comfort and confidence that this was a man she needed to get to know. And contrasting that with now, where she felt utterly content in his arms; a man who'd been a complete stranger just six months earlier.

Emma shifted her weight slightly and nuzzled her head into John's chest, feeling the comforting weight of his arm resting on her, and his hand holding her protectively. Her mind began to wander, imagining that hand moving a little further down to hold her bottom. She imagined what she'd imagined countless times before: how his hand would feel against her bare skin; the alluring mix of vulnerability and belonging it would evoke in her. They'd talked about it in so much detail already. She'd been so nervous and he'd been so patient and reassuring. Explaining everything that might happen this weekend and in the months to come. He'd talked her through so many scenarios, discussing intimacy and connection and love and discipline. He'd answered question after question and spent hour upon hour explaining how he would guide her and always keep her safe, how they'd deal with conflict, as well as the expectations that he had of her. She was still nervous, of course, but excited in a way she'd never thought possible. Trust, she realised... it was all about trust. She'd never known what it was like to truly trust a man in a way that meant her anxious mind felt calmed by his presence, rather than constantly on edge. She was still over-thinking everything, of course, because it was all so new to her. But the edge had already gone, the hyper-vigilance that meant she rarely felt like she was truly relaxed. When she was with him, she knew in her bones that nothing bad was going to happen, and she relaxed in a way that felt so natural.

John turned the TV off and spoke gently to Emma, "Shall we make some lunch?"

"Sounds good! Can I cook?" Emma asked, as she began to rise up from the sofa. She turned to look at John for a moment, their eyes connecting in a way that always made her smile. Her heart radiated warmth whenever she even thought about him, and right now it felt like it was going to burst.

"Of course you can. It's so nice having you here. I love you so much," John said, seeing the look in Emma's eyes.

"I love you too," Emma grinned. And then she turned and skipped into the kitchen.

John got up and followed her, as they got food from the fridge and began to prepare something to eat. "I meant to ask, remind of the dates for the rest of your year. When's your dissertation due? Is that the last thing you have to do? When do you get the results?"

Emma was cutting vegetables on a chopping board as she looked up to respond. "Yeah that's the final thing. It's due the first week of June, and then we should get the results by the end of June. They haven't told us the final date yet. It's different with postgraduate courses like this, and seems to change each year."

"Ok, so you'll need to be there the full time until the end of June?"

"No, I need to be there when I hand the dissertation in as we have to hand in a printed version too. But then I'm free. I get the results online."

"Oh that's cool. That definitely wasn't the case in my day. We had to wait for results to be posted up on a noticeboard for everyone to see!"

"Wow, that's awful... what happened to privacy?!"

John laughed. "I'm not sure they cared about that."

"Although I suppose they didn't have a choice. It was either post them up or send them by carrier pigeon, right? Did the internet even exist back then?!"

John laughed, despite himself. "Yes, yes... very funny. I may be older than you, but you know very well that I'm not that old! I guess things have just moved on a bit."

"I guess so. Like the invention of computers... and electricity..."

John laughed again, and turned to face Emma, with a glint in his eye. "Watch it, young lady... one more comment like that, and it might well be time for the first spanking we've talked about so much! Don't say I didn't warn you..."

Emma paused and grinned, and then blushed furiously, turning away in embarrassment. She knew what she was doing, of course; they'd talked about this so much since early on in their relationship, and she'd thought about it - fantasised - almost constantly. Now that she was here, in real life, in his kitchen... she was in a daze. A warm, butterflies-encased daze. And more than anything, she was amazed that her primary feelings were nervous excitement, not fear. She'd experienced so much anxiety in her life and had always imagined that getting to this stage with someone would be terrifying. But it turned out, it didn't have to be.

Emma focused her eyes on the chopping board in front of her, but her hands wouldn't move. She took a breath, and continued, "Hey, it was an innocent question! I don't know what what you mean. To be honest, I was wondering how you even got to lectures, with all the dinosaurs roaming around and everything..."

John grinned as he turned to look at the back of her head. Emma held her breath in anticipation.

"Right, young lady," he began softly, as he walked across the kitchen and up behind Emma. He gently took her left arm in his hand, and turned her around to face him. "I think it's time..." He tipped her head up to look him in the eye and saw the warmth and desire. "Are you ok? I know we've talked about this lots, but it's important we take this slowly. So we're going to talk first, and then - if you're comfortable - I'm going to put you over my knee. How does that sound?"

Emma blushed and nodded, taking a moment to find her voice. "It sounds... amazing," she smiled. John took her hand in his and led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. He pulled the blinds closed and sat on the sofa, patting the seat on his right side.

"Sit down so we can talk first, ok?"

Emma sat next to him and immediately felt stiff... like she didn't know how to move or where to go. She put her hands over her face and giggled nervously. "I can't believe this is happening! Do you know how long I've imagined this for?"

"You and me both. Ok... so because this is the first time, we're going to talk lots and start very slowly, ok? So there's nothing to worry about. Do you remember the safe-word we agreed?"

"Yes, I do."

"You shouldn't have to use it, because it's my job to make sure we never go too far and you never feel unsafe. But if you do need to stop things, don't feel bad about it - it's there for a reason, ok? And just to be clear, this is what I talked about as a funishment spanking, ok? We're having fun here, this is not about discipline, so I'm going to be checking in with you to make sure you're enjoying it too, and it's important you tell me how it's making you feel. Is that all ok?"

"Thank you for being so patient. It's all good!"

On the one hand, Emma had always had fantasies of being spanked for real discipline. A furious, intense punishment for some grievous misbehaviour, leaving her crying, promising to be a good girl, and begging for forgiveness. But she'd also never been able to imagine trusting a man enough to put herself in that position, and the kind of man she thought she might love and trust didn't seem like the kind of man who'd discipline her. It had led her to think that it wasn't possible, that it was always meant to be simply a fantasy, nothing more.

The past few months had changed that. The emphasis on trust and respect, on discipline being about taking care of her and loving her, and the focus on taking things slowly and building up step-by-step... it had all come together in her mind and allowed her to see it happening for real. It was still overwhelming when she thought about it.

"Ok... how are you feeling about everything? I know I've killed the mood a bit with all the talking, but it's really important."

"No it's ok, I feel... good. Safe. Just, I don't know, I trust you. It's so nice... I feel comfortable. I'm excited."

"Good, I'm really happy. Come here," John said, as he wrapped his arms around Emma and drew her into his chest again. "I just want to make sure that you always feel safe, ok? So make sure you tell me if there's anything on your mind or anything you're nervous about."

"Thank you. Um... how far are we going to go today? I mean, like... with clothes. I don't mind, I just..."

"It's ok, I want to take things slowly, ok? There's no rush. Let's just start over your dress, and then we'll talk. But I won't take your underwear down just yet, ok?"

"Ok. Thank you. I mean, I don't mind if you do. I want you to. I mean, I want to, with you. I'm just... I don't know, the first time you see me like that. And because I've never... you know. I don't know. Sorry, I'm rambling."

John smiled. The way she talked made him want to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. "It's ok, I want to take things slowly. There's no rush. We have all the time in the world, ok?"

"Ok," Emma replied, smiling. "I can't believe I feel so comfortable talking about this stuff with you. It's crazy."

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling comfortable, because now is when you get your comeuppance for being so cheeky, young lady. Time to go over my knee."

Emma took a deep breath and began to crawl forwards across John's lap. "How do I...?"

John put one hand on Emma's hip and guided her forward. "It's ok, just there... so your hips are over my lap and your body's supported on the sofa."

As Emma lay across his knee, John looked down at her. She was wearing a knee-length dress, white with a colourful, flowery pattern. It hugged her waist and flowed loosely down, with the hem resting just above her knees. Her hair lay down her back and, as she shifted to get comfortable, he could see the outline of her slender body moving underneath. John gently placed his left arm around her waist, and laid his right hand on her bottom. He heard Emma breath in and felt her shiver.

"Are you ok? Are you comfortable?"

"Yes... yes, I like your hand there." She giggled to herself. "Sorry, I can't believe I just said that. I feel like your hand's covering my entire bottom."

John laughed, "well we knew it would. If you will fall in love with a man so much taller than you, what do you expect? Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to start very gently and take it from there, okay?" John raised his right hand, paused... and then brought it down gently to land with a light smack on Emma's dress-covered bottom. Emma gasped. It didn't hurt and she knew what was coming... but aside from trying to spank herself in front of the mirror a few times, this was the first time she'd ever experienced it.

As John's hand lifted and fell, Emma began to feel the routine pattern of a spanking. She felt his hand smack her left bottom cheek and then her right. It was gentle enough that it didn't hurt, but firm enough that she felt it. Her mind was flooded with thoughts. She'd imagined this moment since she was a child, from the days when she used to look up the word 'spanking' in a dictionary, over and over again. Somehow reading the words evoked in her mind such a deep longing that she never really understood. From the moment as a teenager when she'd first looked it up online. When she realised that her 'thing' was other people's 'thing' too... that she wasn't alone. From the moment she'd seen the word 'discipline' in John's post, and knew that she needed to ask him what he meant. And from when he'd explained that spanking was an important part of a relationship for him. It had been such a long time coming, and she'd wondered for so long if it would ever happen. But here she was, lying across the knee of a man who seemed just about perfect for her in every way, having her bottom spanked. It took her a moment to realise that John had paused.

"Emma, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, I was... I don't know. Wow. Sorry. What did you say?"

John laughed. "I said are you ok? How does it feel?"

"It feels... intense. I mean, not physically, not yet. Just... I like it. It feels... I feel... safe. Sorry, I'm being quiet. I was just in my head."

"That's ok, don't worry, How's the intensity?"

"It's good. I mean... you can do it harder. If you want to."

John brought his hand down with a harder SMACK. Emma gasped again. "Like that?" he laughed.

Emma was breathless, but managed to whisper, "Yeah... like that." She closed her eyes and focused on the intense feelings in her body and mind.

John continued to smack her bottom, more quickly now, and harder. But still holding himself back, intent on ensuring that things went slowly, steadily. His hand went down again and again, on her left bottom cheek and then her right... sometimes across both cheeks together, as he smiled to himself at how his hand did indeed nearly cover her whole bottom.

John was also feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Having the girl he loved ask him to put her over his knee and spank her was just about the sexiest thing he could possibly imagine. Knowing that she trusted him completely, that she wanted him to assert control, to lead her, to discipline her... it was like the ultimate compliment. She looked so vulnerable and submissive, lying there with her bottom in the air, giving herself to him. He felt like the luckiest man on earth, and she was clearly enjoying every second of it.

"Now young lady, I hope you realise that this is the beginning of something. Every time from now on that you're cheeky, naughty, or disobedient, or you break any rules, you're going to find yourself in this position over my knee being spanked like a naughty girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Emma replied. "I understand."

"Yes, what?" John replied, knowing this was something they'd talked about.

Emma paused. "Yes, Sir. I promise I'll behave. Most of the time..."

John laughed again. "Most of the time? Ok well I suppose we might have to take this up a notch. This is the first time, ok? So just like I promised, I'm going to ask you first. How do you feel about me lifting your skirt up and spanking you over your knickers?"

"I'd like that," Emma said, hardly believing what was happening. Then she had another thought. "I think I'm... I mean, you're going to see..." She paused, and blushed.

"I know, it's ok. It's natural. Don't worry. It's a good thing, trust me." John lifted the bottom of her dress and bunched it up in the small of her back. He looked at her cute, round, bottom under the plain white knickers. He looked at the pale skin that was beginning to redden, visible either side of her underwear. He saw how turned on she already was. He rested his hand on her bottom again, feeling the warmth, and exercising every ounce of self-control he had.

"Give me your hand," he said, and he guided Emma's right hand down her side, so he could hold it with his own. Then he raised his right hand again and brought it down on her right cheek, causing another intake of breath from Emma.

He smacked her left cheek and her right. "So, young lady, is there anything else you'd like to say about my age?"

Emma giggled. "Um, how old are you again? I think I forgot how to count that high." She braced herself...

John laughed again. "Right..." He raised his hand higher and brought it down with a much harder SMACK. Then again, and again. "Are you sure about that?"

"Um..."

John brought his hand down on the seat of Emma's bottom, where her bottom met the top of her thighs.

Emma squealed. "Oww... that's... what was that? That's so sensitive!"

"That is what happens to naughty girls who tease their boyfriends." He returned to spanking the fuller part of her bottom, watching the skin become pinker. "Are you ready to apologise?"

"Hmmm... maybe?"

"Maybe? Ok then..." John held Emma's hand tightly, and gripped her hip, bringing his hand down harder again on her bottom.

"Owww..." Emma began to squirm, wriggling her hips as John's hand landed. "Ok, I promise to behave!"

John was spanking more quickly now, still a long way from full strength, but enough to know that it was feeling like a spanking.

"And are you going to apologise?"

"Yes, I'm sorry! I promise you're not old and I won't make fun of you ever again." Emma was giggling while she talked.

"And you're going to be a good girl?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Say the words."

"I promise I'll be a good girl. The bestest girl ever!"

John slowed the spanking down and then rested his hand on her bottom, beginning to massage her. He could feel the heat and see the pinkness in her skin. Emma stopped twisting her hips and began to move instinctively, pushing herself back into John's hand. John ran his hand down the back of her thighs, and back up again, tracing his fingers up the inside of her legs, which Emma had subconsciously parted just a little. He could see that she was enjoying this just as much as he was.

John paused. "How are you feeling? How was it?"

Emma was breathing hard. "It was... hot? I liked it. It was amazing. I didn't want you to stop."

John could tell she was turned on, and could feel her moving against him, and he knew she could feel him too. He gently moved his hand up the inside of her left thigh, and paused near the top, thinking about what to do next.

Emma was breathless and overwhelmed. She was feeling an intensity of emotions that she'd not experienced before, and at once felt safe and fulfilled but wanted more. She felt drawn to John, as if she wanted to merge her body with his. All of her focus was on the feeling of his hand on her skin, and where it might move next.

John allowed his thoughts to run and took some deep breaths. He knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew how important it was to take things slowly. He lifted his right hand and patted Emma's bottom. "Ok, I want you to sit up now. I'm going to give you a cuddle."

Emma had a moment of surprise while she processed what he said, and then she pushed herself up off his lap, and as John's hands guided her, she turned to sit on his knee. Her bottom was on his lap, as she sat sideways, leaning against him, her head nestling against his chest, her knees bent and her legs curled up, so she was almost in a foetal position. John's arms wrapped around her, his left hand holding her head, and his right hand reaching down to hold her bottom.

Emma was more turned on than she remembered ever being, and she wanted more. But she also knew that he was right... that he'd promised her that they'd take things slowly, and that this patience was one of the reasons she felt so safe with him. She felt like he really was doing what he thought was best for her, not just for himself.

"I do want to do more," he said, gently, "but we have all the time in the world, ok? I just want to take things slowly. All of this can be overwhelming. So I'm just going to cuddle you now. And then we can start to talk about the rules."

"Ok. Thank you," Emma replied. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist, and she could feel John's hand through her knickers against her warm bottom. She felt a glorious mix of vulnerability and safety. She felt like this was home for her... here, on his knee, with a red bottom, and in his arms. She'd never felt like this. She'd never met anyone like him. And she never wanted it to end. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

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