I used to think I was the only one in the world who thought about spanking and discovered I wasn't. So it wouldn't surprise me to find out that many of us spankers, spankees, DD'ers and so on have had similar fantasies.
For example, fantasizing that you live in a community, small town or city where spanking is not just socially acceptable, it's the norm. In other words there's a city or county ordinance that says every building must have at least one "Quite Room", that is code for "A Spanking Room" that's sound proof. I'm sure we could all list things we've fantasized about and they'd be the same or similar.
I had been single for awhile and was going to a Karaoke Restaurant/Bar with a friend who had a really good Country singing voice. I was really enjoying, at that time, being single because of goals and plans I had at the time. Anyway, this friend had gone to Karaoke on a Friday evening, I was working evenings and couldn't go, and when I got home from work about 4 in the morning I walked into my bedroom to find a woman sleeping in my bed. This was a single bed too. There were about 3 of us bachelors sharing a house together and this was the first time I came home to a woman in my bed that I didn't know.
She would later tell me she was a Southern Bell so I'll call her "Bell". Anyway, there was no room for me to sleep since she was in my single bed so I grabbed a blanket and slept on the floor. I'm a very heavy sleeper so she didn't wake me when she got up, got dressed and went to work. She was a used car salesman, person, woman, whatever and just worked on the weekends.
I got up, made coffee and eventually discovered a note on my bed thanking me for being a gentleman and letting her sleep in my bed all night. My Karaoke roommate thought that I would have my way with her, considering she was a bit drunk and when I told him there was no way I could do something like that he was shocked. His world was a bit different than mine because at the time I was close to 40 and he was in his early 20's and still a party boy.
So, I don't recall if it was a day or two or a week later that Bell came back over to the house. She knocked on the door and me being the only one there I had to answer it. I didn't even recognize her because she was sleeping so at first I didn't know who she was. She opened her mouth and this thick South drawl came out and said, "High I'm Bell are you Ron?" I was sure she was selling something and asked what it was. She giggled and said something like, "This sounds odd I know but I'm the one who was sleeping in your bed."
Turns out she wanted to thank me for being a gentleman and all so I said Starbucks would be fine. It was one of the few times in my life I wasn't looking or much interested in being in a relationship so when she asked if she could get to know me better I honestly wasn't interested in making it easy for her. I didn't know her really and although she was pretty and petite I wasn't looking for a relationship so I thought I'd scare her off by just getting right to it.
"The thing is Bell I don't think you'd really be interested in being in a relationship with me," I told her as we were driving back to my house with our coffees. She replied, "Why, what do you mean?" She was quit the swearer. Every other words seemed to be a "Colorful Metaphor". So I just came out with it and said, "The truth is that if we were in a relationship together and I heard swearing like that coming from your lips as often as I have already I'd blister your backside. I don't at all approve of foul language coming out of a woman's mouth like you seem to do naturally." I don't know, or remember if that's exactly what I said but it's pretty darn close.
Her reply was,....