My First Experience

The story begins the summer between my junior and senior year of college. I was working on a small resort island for the summer, living with some friends from school and having the time of my life. A few weeks into the summer I met Karen. A few things struck me about Karen almost immediately. One, she was very pretty, fair skinned, beautiful blue eyes and long brown hair that went down past her shoulder blades. The second thing that stuck out was her co-workers repeatedly slapping her butt and her laughing. Now to most people this wouldn't be anything noteworthy but as a life long spanko my interest was peaked.
You see, for as long as I can remember I have been fascinated with spanking. I have no idea why seeing up until that point in my life I hadn't had a single personal spanking experience, never spanked as a kid nor did I witness any. It was if I was hardwired to be into spanking. As a kid I looked it up in the dictionary, re-read spanking passages in books, and watched for it on TV. As I got older I didn't understand why I had these feelings and felt different because of them. As a result I suppressed them. It wasn't until I was until I was in college that I typed 'spanking' into a search engine and discovered that I wasn't alone and there were many people who had the same interests as me. Anyway, back to the story.
Turned out Karen was living with a couple of girls that worked with my sister (who was also working on the island) so I ended up hanging out with her a fair amount and we eventually exchanged numbers. I was pretty excited about this because Karen was really cute and she seemed like a lot of fun. The only problem was every time I'd try to make plans with her she'd flake out. This happened several times over the course of the summer. I'd see her out, we'd have fun, but every time we made plans for the next day or later that week she come up with some excuse and cancel. After awhile I figured she didn't like me in that way and I let it go.
A year went by and I decided that I wanted to work on the island for one last summer before I started my "real" job that fall in the city. About half way through summer I was having party at my house when low and behold Karen walked in. I hadn't thought about her since last summer and was pretty surprised when she showed up. We got to talking and it was almost immediately apparent that something had changed. Karen was into me. At first I was in shock, this was the girl who had blown me off countless times, but there she was viscously flirting with me. We ended up hooking up that night, and the next night, and the night after that. It turned out Karen had gotten a new job across the country but it didn't start until September so she was going to spend the rest of the summer on the island enjoying herself before she started her job, which was fine with me.
Late one night, a few weeks after we had started hooking up, we were lying in bed and I turned to her and asked, "what was your deal last summer? Why did you keep blowing me off?" She just kind of looked down and said, "I don't know, I'm sorry," followed by, "maybe you should spank me." My jaw nearly hit the floor, I couldn't believe this was happening. I somehow pulled it together and said rather assertively, "you're right, I should," and proceeded to pull her across my lap. Since we were in bed already we weren't wearing many clothes, I had athletic shorts on and she was only in a long t-shirt. I remember getting her across my lap and looking at her in the moonlight and thinking to myself, I can't believe this is happening. I was starring at her lying there for, 10 seconds? 10 mins? I have no idea, but eventually I raised my hand and brought it down. I'm not sure how long I spanked her for. I had never spanked anyone before so I wasn't really sure what I was doing but she kept letting out soft moans and she wasn't telling me to stop. Midway through I let my hand feel in between her legs and I discovered that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. We ended up having incredible sex that night, it had always been good but something had changed, we were closer. I ended up spanking her a ton that summer, for just about anything, most of the time she practically jumped into my lap.
The funny thing is we never talked about it. It was pretty clear that we both had a spanking fetish or in the very least were both very turned on by it, but the only way we communicated it to each other was by acting it out physically. I'm not sure why this was the case. Maybe we weren't mature enough to admit it, it's one thing to do something but it's another to admit that you enjoy doing it. Maybe we didn't know how to admit it. Maybe we were just having fun.
At the end of the summer Karen and I moved to different cities. Although we still stay in touch and I've seen her a few times I haven't spanked her since that summer.