My times with Madam (Part 1)

My times with Madam (Part 1)This is a bit of a long but true story of a relationship with a woman some 20 years older than me. I first met her in Manchester and chatted to her about photography. She said that she had an interest in taking photos of her friends. I then got an invite to pop around if I was passing for a coffee. Several weeks later I happened to be in Manchester so gave her a call. She was only too pleased to let me visit that afternoon so that we could chat. I really didn't know where this was going, only cameras and chatting over a drink. How wrong I was. As we chatted she asked me would I like to se a few pics she had taken. I was warned beforehand that they were a bit naughty. A bit naughty!, yes they were as they were of younger women naked in various poses. I told her that my mate showed me a saucy book and his mothers bra and knickers when I was younger and that led to hanky panky. ( see my other story of first time wank). She laughed at that and said to come and look at this lot then. We went out of the living room and into a bedroom where she had an array of punishment implements on a table. I gasped, "Bloody hell what have you got them for?" Seriously she explained that she made a few pounds spanking men and women. When I asked her how often she explained usually once or twice a week. We went back into the living room and chatted about cameras again but I couldn't get it out of my mind what I had seen in the bedroom. I somehow plucked up courage to ask her how she got involved in spsnking and she told me it was a fetish of hers that she got years before with a female friend spanking each other for fun. I told her about my mate and him wanking me. She smiled and said that I should try it sometime. The thoughts of that severe beating back at school came to mind and I said no thanks I have had a beating at school that wasn't that pleasant. I did mention that I had a silly semi erection after it that I was told to get rid of. She just laughed and said that I must have secretly found it stimulating. I agreed that I possibly did and it must have been the thought of being naked and looked at. The next was a suggestion that I wasn't expecting, to have a look at the spanking gear again. I somehow realised that she was up to no good so I said I had to go as time was getting on. I was escorted to the door and we said goodbyes. All the way home I thought about that gear she had. It was nothing spectacular just a brown leather strap with a handle and was about 12"x 4" plus handle, a similar thing in black leather tennis bat shaped, a whip and some canes. Anyway a week passed and I phoned her to visit her again. She said that she thought she would hear from me again and laughingly asked was I coming for a spanking, or a chat about cameras? For some reason I said, "Who knows?" She replied laughing, "I'll get the spanking gear out just in case" Was this to be the start of my BDSM interest taking on the role of doing rather than thinking? I arrived at her house in Blakeley. It was actually a very nice bungalowon a fairly busy main road with a large pub opposite. The door opened before I had time to knock and I was ushered in with a big smile. "Well!", she said, "cameras or spankies" and then laughed. "I have the spanky things ready", she said with a beaming smile. "Oh, bugger" I said, " go on I'll play spankies with you". "Right, go through to the bedroom and get undressed. Everything off!" Her voice had changed to something akin to orders and the smile had gone from her face. I stripped and felt quite uncomfortable at first wondering what I was doing. She then said that she had a specific way of working and I was to open my legs and put my hands on the back of my head. "Elbows back!!!" she ordered. "Well that is a pathetic cock. I am going to have to sort that out" I felt her hand grab my cock and twist it slightly, pulling at it. I now had an enormous (well not that big reallly) very hard erection. "That's better," she said, "I like to see my slaves stand to attention"Then I was ordered to turn around and bend over. Her hand rubbed my balls and cock. She commented then that she was pleased with my response and glad that she had encouraged me to try spanking. "Please don't do it too hard" I mumbled. "Don't tell me how to do my job" she shouted back. "I think that your arse will look very nice reddened up" she said in a mischevious way. Then the strokes of the brwon strp hit my buttocks. Just like the schoolmaster has said to me, she said " Don't tighten up your arse, do not flinch" Wack, wack, wack! There was no let up until I had had 10 strokes. "OK, we are not going too far today. I will just give you a few more and then I am going to milk you like a goat"Another 10 strokes were applied and the stinging began. "Punishment over" she said. I was just about to stand up when she pushed me back down into the bending position and said " I didn't tell you to stand up did I?" "No" I said. "No what" she replied "No", I said again. "Manners, the answer is no Madam" she barked."You will always refer to me as Madam from now on" she grunted. I stood there bent over when I felt her grabbing my cock and pulling it back under tension. The pumping started and she said that she wanted a good specimen. Boy oh boy! did she get a good load. I was told to stand and get dressed. "Come through to the kitchen and I will make a drink" she said as if nothing had happened. We discussed the session and she told me that she would train me up and possibly introduce me to other "slaves". I felt quite contented and went off home like a good boy. I will continue with the training stories again that I had with her for the next 8 years.