I'm going to tell you about Sylvie's first spanking, as I experienced it, from the point of view of the spanker that I am.I met Sylvie at the end of the 2000s through an advertisement that I had posted on a website that no longer exists today, Kijiji for those who knew her. I lived in the Nantes region at the time. I don't remember exactly the content of the announcement but its title is sufficiently explicit to understand what it was about: “Madame, your first spanking”. I proposed to initiate spanking any woman candidate for a first experience.Following this publication, I received a good number of responses from almost exclusively men, whether gay or bi sometimes even trav. Clearly, not really the audience I was aiming for, but why not. A brief answer nevertheless stood out (I copy this answer in full, which I still have in my emails): “1m60 50 kg 41 years old first experience but very motivated if you are still looking I am waiting to hear from you”. On first reading I thought it was again a male candidate, the email address confirmed this impression, it began with “sylvio” (sylvioxxxx@yyyyy). But "motivated" in the feminine, the size as well as the weight contradicted this first impression. I then learned from Sylvie that "Sylvio" was oddly the nickname his friends gave him.We communicated by email first. By re-reading them today, I find that the written exchanges make it possible to go to the essentials simply, without apprehension or restraint for the person who writes. We quickly communicated by msn (yes, msn is a bit old-fashioned today but it was very practical at the time) to finally set up an appointment to get to know each other better over a drink. She lived in La Baule and I in Nantes. The meeting place was chosen halfway, meeting fixed after our working hours at the end of the afternoon. We were in June, the days are long and that day the weather was pleasant. Meeting point the car park of a supermarket, I have to spot a twingo whose color I don't remember, but whatever.After having taken the wrong supermarket and a few text messages to correct the situation, I finally arrive at the right place where, next to a twingo, waits a little piece of woman, dressed in a long skirt and a white blouse. , wearing barefoot with wedge soles. I get out of my car and go to meet him, we kiss (no covid at this time either). I suggest going for a drink, the town is small with not much to welcome us, but the presence of a train station and the unmissable café opposite saves the day. So this is where we choose to enter. A glance to the left, a glance to the right, I try to locate a place in the room sufficiently withdrawn so that we can discuss quietly and discuss subjects that only interest us. Chance, there is a smaller back room, it will be fine. Small problem, at one of the four or five tables is installed a child of ten years who does his homework. The son of the boss or an employee certainly. No choice we sit down on our side and place an order. The discussion settles spontaneously, we are at ease her and me. She tells me about herself. Mother of a daughter in her twenties, separated for a long time from her father, she now lives alone and works around La Baule in a fairly physical job (hat Sylvie!). She tells me about her tastes, her hobbies and her work too. In return, I approach the same subjects to introduce myself even if, in my mind, I have only one desire that burns me: to put on the agenda what we are here for, spanking, its first spanking. But the young boy is still there, within earshot, even in a low voice the discussion would be audible, so I don't broach the subject.She will entrust it to me later, her desire to spank comes from an event she attended during an evening spent with a couple of friends. At the end of the meal, the couple argued. End of meal means that the aperitif had been taken, that the wines accompanying the dishes were also having their effect, in short, exuberance was in order and the man threatened his wife to correct her. What was said was done, shortly after the wife found herself across the knees of the husband who, raising the skirt, spanked her through the panties. Sylvie never knew if this scene had been spontaneous on the part of the couple or planned, the fact remains that, embarrassed by the situation, she had left them quickly to return home. All this goes back a few years but the memory of this evening remains very present in his memory. At each evocation, she feels internally the disorder that was hers at the time of this spanki ...

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