It wasn’t unusual, with the kind of relationship they had, to discuss their pursuits of other people. He was, after all, just her Disciplinarian, with no delusions of romance between them. They lived hours from each other, making visits infrequent — less frequent than she needed, truth be told — but worthwhile.
So when he asked her to contact other women on his behalf, just for occasional, local meets, she wasn’t bothered at first. He did have the best hand she’d ever felt. He was a damn fine Disciplinarian. But just because she had no romantic claim on him didn’t mean that she was game to share the limited time they had together. Sure, she could give him an excellent sales pitch, but did she really want to?
She agreed, with a plan in mind.
First, she asked what, specifically, he sought. Next, she asked if he wouldn’t mind contacting men on her behalf to return the favor. He likewise agreed and, with her plan fully formed, she sat down to write her reference letters.
Two days later
“You contacted them with this,” he said as he threw down the email that contained her letter of reference. “Did you really send this?”
“Umm…yes, Sir,” she said, licking her lips while trying to hide her delight. “But, a sense of humor is very important to you. You’ve said so. This was just a test of their humor!”
“Funny,” he said, waving the sheets of paper in front of her. “Really funny, Jade. And what about the letter I’m supposed to send your prospects? Is that a serious letter?”
A giggle escaped. “Are you kidding? No, I wouldn’t want anyone to read that. That would be…embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing. Exactly how I feel, thank you,” his voice was clipped and controlled. “Read this for me, Jade. I want to make sure I’m understanding your tone before I decide what I’m going to do with you. You might as well take your pants off first, because we know how this is going to end.”
She clucked her tongue and pushed her yoga pants to the floor. She wasn’t sure her tone would be at all correct with air tickling her thighs, but she cleared her throat and began, hardly pausing between sentences and not daring to look at his reaction:
Hi, you might think this is a bit odd — and it most likely is — but I know a man on the north side of the state who gives the best hand spankings. I’m quite experienced. Trust me when I say that his spankings are without compare. He is currently my mentor/disciplinarian, so he’s not looking for anything too time-consuming that would distract him from that goal. He would prefer someone local to meet for respectful and occasional sessions.
Along with the best hand spanking ever, you should also prepare yourself for a level of shallowness that is rarely seen in these modern times:
Taking a deep breath, she rushed through the rest.
Please be smaller than a size 12, shorter than 5’10″, have a tiny waist and a big, round booty a la Kim Kardashian. Please be witty, charitable, able to run a mile while holding an intellectual conversation, charming, and out-of-the-norm pretty. It would be helpful if you spoke a few languages and had a smart mouth in each of them, for which you will be spanked. Also, he likes imperfections — outside of the above requirements — so he can spank you for those imperfections. Be close but not too close. Be challenging but not too challenging. And be able to jump through hoops.
If you’re interested — and you definitely should be — he is MrDisciplinarian here. Toss him a wink or a message. Tell him I sent you.
“C’mon! This is funny stuff! You have to admit…,” she gasped, as he pulled her toward the couch and over his lap.
“Shallow?” He asked. “You find me shallow?”
“Well, yes. But, really, it’s not your fault. I blame the media and their insistence that perfectly average men are entitled to super-model geniuses!”
She wasn’t sure if it was the “perfectly average” characterization that had him spanking her so hard and fast, but she decided that there was nothing average about what was being delivered to her sit-spots. Without benefit of warm-up, she found herself wriggling almost completely off his lap.
“Best hand spanking…we’ll see. Read the letter you wish me to send. Now,” he commanded, short of breath.
“Ummm…ok,” she answered, propping herself up on her elbows and removing the stray hair that had found its way into her mouth.
This letter she could tackle with more aplomb, as it only really insulted herself:
If you opened this, even after seeing that it’s from a guy, then you’ve probably eliminated yourself as a potential for my female friend. However, on the off-chance that morbid curiosity made you open it, and you don’t really dig dudes, then please continue. I’ve agreed to assist Not_your_average_brat, whom I mentor, in her search for a romantic, spanking relationship.
Because she is less witty than she thinks, she requires someone quick enough to catch her sarcastic jabs. She is challenging at best and passive aggressive at worst, so she will exasperate you fully. Aside from the more superficial requirements — taller than 6’0″, strong arms, and a modicum of professional success — she also requires proof of MENSA membership, a psychological evaluation, four letters of reference, and at least a decade of experience. You should also be a fan of soap and washing all of your bits. You must give hard spankings, because that’s what she likes best — and what she most often deserves!
If you’re interested — and you definitely should be — toss her a wink or a message. Tell her I sent you.
She bit her lip and ducked her head beneath her arm.
“You would really have me discuss soaping their bits? Their bits?” He asked, as if that was the most preposterous of all of this. “But I can agree with a few points you’ve made in this letter.”
“Dare I ask?” She said, wriggling her bottom over his lap.
“Challenging, yes,” he said with a spank to her right cheek. “Passive aggressive, sometimes,” he decreed with another swat atop her cotton panties. “Exasperating?” With a flurry of spanks that had her oofing and aahing, he gave his opinion.
“And most of all, you definitely need a hard spanking. You deserve a hard spanking. Stand up, and put your hips over the sofa,” he ordered as he unbuckled his belt.
She eased herself off of his lap, her lip twisting between her teeth. “Okay, but…ummm…before you do this, you should know that I didn’t really send that first letter.”
He smiled, not at all surprised.
“Lying? That’s earned you extra.”