Run in with Young Lady

I had a very interesting run-in with a young Asian-Canadian lady today!

She's early twenties, very attractive, the daughter of a former work colleague of mine who lives quite close to us in the neighbourhood. We've had a few dinners with her family and her over the years. Several years ago, when she was starting University, she asked me for some career advice. After she graduated, she went abroad for a prestigious Masters in the field I suggested. She had just finished and had received a very good job offer in that same field, but because of pandemic she is stuck back at home living with her parents until September.

At any rate she dropped by today to thank me for the advice and to catch me up on her situation. We shared a bottle of wine and some cheese on the patio mid-afternoon.

She had a boyfriend for the past year and a half while studying abroad, but they split up recently. She found evidence on his phone that he had cheated on her and she dumped him. I commiserated with her about men, in general. She pointed out that I seemed to have a great relationship with my husband and wanted any "tips" I could give her.

I know, I know. I shouldn't have. Her parents are friends. She's barely an adult. But I couldn't help myself!

First I swore her to secrecy. I told her that I would tell her some very private things, but she had to promise to tell nobody, especially not her parents. When you start a conversation like this, it has been my experience that nobody, ever, says, "oh, in that case don't tell me". Quite the opposite. They are dying to hear after that. She agreed.

I told her that early on in our marriage, that David had cheated on me.

She was shocked. She asked why were we still together? I think she lost a little respect for me... momentarily.

I explained that before we had gotten into our marriage he had gotten into the habit of receiving massages from young ladies, and not the normal kind...

The poor, sheltered dear had no clue what I was talking about. "What do you mean, like, massages?"

"Naughty massages," I told her. Where the man is naked and the young lady rubs his penis until he ejaculates. I used those words exactly.

We were both a half a bottle deep into the white wine by now. It was a very free discussion. I had certainly never been intimate like this with her before now. Last time we talked she had been a kid.

She was shocked that I said this. She expressed a certain incredulity that that was at all common. I assured her it was very common. I told her about a naughty massage place literally at the end of our block that she had never noticed before. Toronto is full of them. Usually second-story affairs on main thoroughfares with "MASSAGE" written in neon lights and discrete front doors. I said that many, many men, including married men, frequent them.

"Men are such dogs," she said. I agreed. "And he kept doing it after you were married?" she asked me. Exactly. "What did you do about it?" she asked. She was enthralled now.

So that thing with the massage parlours actually really did happen. It happened before I got into spanking him. He had told me he did it before we started dating. I was like, really? But it turned out he never stopped. I had found him out because he was reluctant to have sex with me (which never happened back then) but he agreed to it, and then I went down on him and I smelled and tasted the residual massage oil on him and confronted him and he confessed. I was soooo angry! We didn't sleep in the same bed for a week, but he begged and pleaded and promised to never ever do it again so I forgave him.

But it stuck in my craw, and after we started in on our spanking adventures I "scened" him by bringing him to a massage parlour I had pre-arranged by phone. He was suspicious but I convinced him he was getting a treat courtesy of his super-tolerant wife. I said what I had had a problem with was the deception, not the act itself, and would prove it. Instead of his desired "happy ending", though, he got teased by the girl while I watched, then I spanked him in front of her, and he went home hard. Other girls in the massage parlour got a bit into the action as well. It's all recounted in Very Public Massage Parlour Spanking! It was a blast and it really closed the book for me on this unhappy incident in a delightful way.

So she had asked, "what did you do about it?"

I answered, mixing up the timelines a little. I told her that I played along and told him it was no big deal. And to prove it, I organized a trip to the massage parlour so I could watch the girl doing it and get some tips from her on how to be a better wife.

"No way!" she said.

I told her it didn't exactly work out the way he had expected, and told her the whole true story of the massage expedition. It was a sexy story!

I told her how he got showered and naked on the massage table while I talked to the girl. She went and massaged him and got him all excited. Then when he was ready to "burst" I told him that it was payback time. I took a big old hairbrush out of my purse and told him to get off the table and over my knee. The girl encouraged him and we sort of suggested that he would get to finish if he took his spanking like a good boy. I told her that I gave him quite a spanking while the massage girl watched. Afterwards he got put back up on the table, teased again until he was rock hard, then I stopped her and made him go home in that state. I also told her how he was teased by multiple massage parlour girls on the way out who heard the spanking and wanted to know what happened. They all seemed delighted that a "cheating husband" got his just desserts at the hands of his wife!

I told her that after that incident there were no more "cheating" incidents and he has been the perfect husband.

She said, and I quote, that that was "fucking amazing!" I found all that lost respect flowing back to me now. Ha ha!

I knew she wanted to know, but she didn't know how to ask so I volunteered the info that I kept up with the spankings for whenever he annoys me.

"How does that work?" she asked.

I told her that it was simple. That whenever he annoys me, he gets a spanking, no questions asked.

"and he just goes along with that?"

It was so amazing talking spankings with a young lady!

I told her that it was a kink of his, to be dominated by his wife like that, and even more so with others watching (see what I did there, huh, huh?), but he often regrets it while he's across my knee.

"Wow..." was her reaction.

I asked her if she wanted a coffee before she went. She said sure. I offered various and she picked a cappuccino. I picked up my phone and called David, who was working on the third floor. (Funny how we use our cell phones as intercoms nowadays!)

"I have a guest, David, so-and-so from next door. She would like a cappuccino chocolate sprinkled on top; and I'll take an espresso. Right away please."

I can order my husband around like that. Ha ha!

She and I moved off the spanking stuff and went back to her future job and living arrangements. Before too long, David came out onto the patio carrying a tray with the coffee drinks and a bowl of sugar and some extra steamed milk.

"Hi Mr. X," she said with a GIANT smirk on her face. He greeted her, obliviously, and then said he had to get back to a call he was on. Ha ha! I had interrupted his business call to have him serve us coffee.

"That's fine, you can run along," I told him. No "thank you" at all.

After he went back in the house, just as he closed the door, she let out a giant laugh she had been holding in while he was serving us. Poor hubby. Zero masculinity left at all. If only he knew.

On her way out I told her if she ever needed help with her next boyfriend, she should just give me a call. Then I bucked up my nerve and added, in a conspiratorial whisper, "and if you ever want a demonstration on how I spank my husband, give me a call and we'll arrange a date." Darn, though, she looked a bit weirded out by that suggestion. I left it at that.

Que Sera Sera.