DSP-- Story: First Meeting

She paced the floor, waiting nervously at the gate for the plane to arrive. She looked at her watch again, for the fifth time in as many minutes. "Come on, come on! Get here already!" She checked the monitor again, for the hundredth time, making sure that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, and that the plane was on time. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. She still couldn't believe that it was really happening. That this meeting was taking place after so many months of hoping, planning, and praying. She was about to meet the man she had been pouring her soul out to in emails for the past six months, had talked to on the phone enough times to know his voice at the first breath, and who she knew every feature of, having had his picture for months. It was all coming together today, and she found that she could barely stand the waiting.

Finally, the monitor showed that the plane had arrived, and she fairly jumped out of her skin. She could barely breathe now, knowing that it was just a matter of minutes till dream became reality.

She scanned the faces of the people as they came off the plane, her eyes darting around frantically. Oh, my God, there he was! Her heart skipped a few beats, and sped up as his eyes found, and locked onto hers. He smiled. She knew that smile, even though she'd never seen it before. She melted inside, and smiled back at him. He walked toward her, slowly, seeming as nervous as she herself felt. They had talked about what it would be like, to finally see each other "in the flesh", but that had been speculation. This was real. She felt rooted to the spot where she stood. He stopped about twenty feet short of her, and she looked at him questioningly. He barely squeaked out her name. "Katie", he whispered. Hearing his voice grounded her in real-time somehow, it always did. She knew that voice deep in her soul, and it sounded like home to her. She took a few shaky steps toward him then, which got him moving again, and they collapsed into each other's arms. She knew this feeling; she had dreamed of it her whole life. This was what being safe felt like.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but were really only lovely, drawn-out minutes. They finally pulled back, just slightly, to look at each other up close. "You're gorgeous," they both said, and laughed. Their minds were connected in a way they had never really understood, seeming like one mind at times. Their emails had often crossed each other in-transit, saying much the same things. They enjoyed this telepathy, knowing how rare and wonderful it was.

"Martin," she said, softly, "I still can't believe...." She trailed off, not needing to finish the thought.

"I know. It seems incredible that I'm actually seeing you. A photo is one thing, but this...."

She laughed. "Are all of our conversations going to be half sentences?" "Maybe at first, love. Until the novelty wears off, anyway! Katie, may I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything. You know that."

"May I kiss you?" A half smile played at her lips as she cocked her head to one side. She would have been surprised at the question, if it had come from anyone else. "Yes, darling," she whispered.

He bent from his full height, to meet her much smaller stature. Their eyes never looked away from the others' face as they moved closer, their lips touching gently. A jolt went through Katie's body, and her eyes opened wide as the kiss ended. Martin had the same look on his face. They kissed again, longer this time. They were breathless afterwards.

They managed to get Martin's luggage, get him through Customs, and out to Katie's car. They talked a little, but not much. They didn't need to. They just kept looking at each other, half expecting to wake up from a wonderful dream.

On to the hotel, where they checked in. As they stepped on to the elevator to go up to the room, they both realized just how nervous they really were. They stood in the elevator, staring at the floor indicator, almost dreading that final ding that signaled their destination. Off the elevator, to the door of the room, Martin fumbled with the keycard, trying to get the door open. They entered slowly, almost shyly. They fell onto the bed, no longer able to keep themselves upright without their knees giving way.

They both knew that nothing would happen that night. Too much excitement would keep things quiet for now. It was fairly late, so they turned off the light and sat on the bed with their arms around each other, talking quietly, as they had for all those months on the phone, not seeing the face of the other as they spoke. It was comfortable, an easy way to slide into the reality of the situation. They talked for hours, until they fell asleep from exhausted nervousness, still holding each other.

Katie woke early the next morning. Martin, still jet-lagged from the large time difference, was fast asleep. Still in his clothes from the night before, he looked adorable, all rumpled like a little boy. Katie smiled, knowing that this was how she wanted to spend the rest of her life, waking up next to him every morning. She lay next to him, and watched him sleep.

He stirred awake an hour later, opening one eye to look up at her. "Good, I didn't dream you then," he said, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning, love!" Katie said, as she kissed his cheek. "Yes, you're really here. Finally!"

Martin sat up. "Oh, what hit me!" He shook his head violently, trying to clear it. "A five hour time difference, that's what!" Katie laughed.

"Ha, ha! You think it's so bloody funny, you try coming to ME next time! Then we'll see who laughs! You're asking for it, you know." Katie looked at him in mock indignation, while sliding off the bed for an easy get-away. "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not asking for anything!" "Much," she said, under her breath, while trying to stifle a giggle.

"What was that, dear? Didn't quite catch that," Martin said as he lifted himself off the bed.

"Oh, nothing, sweetie! Absolutely nothing!" She started looking for a way to make an end run around him, if the need arose.

He caught on fast though, and stood blocking all available paths to freedom. "You're going to get what's coming to you, if I have to chase you all over this room." "At your age? Now really, Martin!" She knew this would get him, because even though there was a decent age difference, he was in incredible shape, and could easily outrun her.

"That's it, girl! You're done for now!" He lunged for her, reaching her with little effort. He grabbed hold of her wrist, and walked her over to the bed again.

What little fight she put up was a token gesture. They both knew they wanted this, and had dreamed and talked about it many times.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Over my knee, Katie girl. Now."

A thrill went through her as she heard those words for the first time. She swallowed hard and obeyed. All the way over, the way he liked, the way he had told her he would want her, especially that first time. She knew what he wanted to hear next. "Martin, please spank me."

"Good girl. Just right," he chuckled softly.

She felt his big hand caress her bottom. She closed her eyes, and her whole body relaxed into him.

That was when the first smack landed on her bottom. Her breath shot back into her body. "Oohhh."

The next one came as less of a surprise, but she felt that stirring in her soul.

Three more, measured, hard smacks, on alternating sides, and she was moaning already. It was too intense not to.

"Ready for more, love?" He knew the answer, but she nodded her head anyway.

He lifted her skirt, and lowered her panties. "Wonderful sight," he whispered. He caressed her bottom again, feeling the warmth that had started there. Katie wriggled slightly, and his hand stopped stroking, and started in smacking hard again. Three, four, ...... ten, eleven,....twenty.... Her passion was getting the better of her now, and she rode the waves of pain to a violently wonderful orgasm, still over his knee. He stopped smacking then, and just stroked her hair and her bottom, while she recovered. He helped her up to a sitting position finally, on his lap, and kissed her. She rested her head on his chest, wanting to stay there forever.

"Thank you for spanking me, Martin."

"You're welcome, love."