Please make sure to visit the other participants' pages- the links are at the bottom. We'll see how I do with this- typing it up after I managed to cut my left hand pretty bad while opening a can of tomatoes to make my Master's work lunches. As all too typical for me, my answer to who first brought up spanking (or really the larger category of BDSM, for me) will be told in a mixture of narrative and direct writing.
The coffee house Tom had been living in closed and he said "I'll get in touch with you somehow." So not wearing a collar from him at the time, I was still prepared to wait. One night my then-husband took me to a goth club we frequented. As we were walking onto the dance floor, I saw HIM. Yup, I've already written at least one most about what I first noticed on that night when I met my Master, close up- I say close up because I'd "seen" Him, heard about Him, all from a distance at the Michigan sci-fi conventions we frequented. His eyes. I noticed His eyes. I wanted to see those eyes on me as I danced for His whip, as I writhed underneath Him.
I was a chicken shit. Normally I save being a chicken shit for women I'm interested in, but nope, I was a chicken shift with Master. Time periods are all kinda sketchy in my memory of this time in my life. I've heard the story both from my Master and my now-ex-husband- they agree that ex basically said "My wife wants to have sex with you." Ex and I were polyamorous. I don't remember what I was doing exactly, other than jumping around from one piece of furniture to the next like I was playing "Lava," but Master had come over to talk to me and my then-husband and my son were off somewhere.
So yes, sex with Master happened before "the conversation" happened lol. Sex was all good; Tom hadn't said anything about just having sex with then-husband before he vanished so I was having casual sex as I pleased within the guidelines of my polyamorous marriage. I don't remember if this specific sex was happening closer to the 3 months over which my Master watched me fall into a deeper depression or what. But...
Gods, He looks so good in that chair. Glad I'm already naked. I'm quickly on Him, straddling Him. Quick, get the condom on. Gotta get that cock in me.
He groans. I love to hear Him groan. So ready. Why am I already to come soon quick?
I lean into Him, arms around His neck. Love this hair, I wanna bury my hands into it, but I can't pull. Please, please. I wanna beg like the slaves in the beauty books. I wanna beg like I'd dreamed of begging Tom, if we could ever get privacy, like the one time when we were in Gotham after close and I begged just to obey his command to smell him, to learn his scent.
The orgasm hits me. "Master," I gasp.
Then-husband intrudes to comment, "You know what that means." I can hear his shit-eating grin even though I don't look at it.
I don't exactly remember what my Master said to either my comment or dumb ass ex, but I do remember His smile in that moment and how soon after that He came.
So yes, I called Him "Master." I started a conversation around what we both want that continues to today.
Amusingly about spanking in particular, I brought that up as well and not too long ago. After reading Sue Lyndon's "Dark Without You," I got into reading a lot of spanking fiction; I specifically got into reading books that held Domestic Discipline philosophy. We'd settled into a bit of a rut- not having sex as often as usual (which tends to be a minimum of once a day, even after about 13 years) and being really "vanilla" in what we were doing. I started talking to Him about maintenance spankings, sharing links to DD pages. Well, He thought it was funny- "How is that any different from what we do?" and He used His back scratcher/massager thing on my ass. I don't know. I've been sick the past few weeks and He continues to be super stressed because of shitting work schedule; it didn't go so well when I begged Him to use toys the other night. Maybe I just need to be a good submissive and wait on Him?
At least I have tons of spanking fiction on my Kindle while I wait :D.