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Ruth Davies often thought back to her marriage. It was now fourteen years since her husband Iwan passed away and Ruth, aged sixty-six, missed him for so many reasons.Their marriage, and indeed Ruth's home life before that, had been built on discipline, with Ruth subject to bare-bottomed spankings and beltings. Sometimes a spanking could be foreplay before great sex but sometimes a belting could be punishment, pure and simple.Ruth could be fidgeting in her seat at work three or more days after a particularly severe thrashing.Ruth went into marriage knowing that her bottom would be dealt with when necessary, Ruth's mother made sure that Iwan would discipline her as she had been used to at home. She had often been over her mother's knee for a spanking or bending over for her father's belt, just as her three older sisters had been.Ruth had also been a virgin on her wedding night.Ruth's bottom had remained unblemished since her husband's passing, and she had also not had sex since then either.She wanted, maybe even longed for, a spanking or a belting, and had considered going to a disciplinarian, getting very close to contacting one on more than one occasion, without quite being able to go through with it.She lived in the hope of meeting a man that would treat her as she wanted and needed to be treated, but in this day and age, such men seemed to be harder and harder to find.Being submissive to a man was important to Ruth because she knew no different. She could not imagine being in a relationship which did not sometimes involve her baring her bottom to feel leather lashing it.She was still an attractive woman, her hair was now grey and was shoulder length, she had large breasts and her bottom was still firm, certainly not sagging. Sometimes she would look at her bare bottom in her wardrobe mirror and imagine it again being red with hand imprints or the marks from a belting on it.Ruth was not too bothered about sex for the sake of sex, if all she wanted was to get fucked, she would probably not have too much trouble achieving that. She wanted more, she wanted a man that she could be submissive to.She would sometimes masturbate, but the masturbation was usually accompanied by thoughts of spankings and beltings from the past, along with hopes for similar in the future.Ruth was seated by the window of a cafe in her home town, she was sipping her coffee and watching the world go by. Sometimes she would focus on a pair of female buttocks as a woman walked past, not sexually but wondering if that woman's bottom got spanked.The cafe was not particularly busy, but there were a few people scattered around sipping drinks or eating a sandwich.Ruth's thoughts were interrupted when the bell on the cafe door signalled the arrival of another customer. Ruth glanced up to see that it was a man, mature but probably younger than her, and there was something about him that made Ruth feel something that she had not felt in a long time. She could not define it, but it was different.The man glanced in Ruth's direction as he approached the counter, and he gave a sort of half-smile, Ruth responded exactly Cebeci Escort the same.The man purchased a coffee and came and sat down at a table near Ruth's, also close to the window."Morning," said the man to Ruth, this time with more of a smile. Ruth's bottom squirmed involuntarily on her chair, and she did not know why."Morning," replied Ruth.That was the extent of the conversation for a while, and Ruth went back to watching people passing the cafe, she was close to finishing her drink."I see that she is in the news again," said the man, indicating a photograph of a female politician that was on the front of a discarded newspaper."Yes, she often is, but I suppose that goes with being a politician," replied Ruth."I suppose so, but when she is photographed she always looks so smug, I often think that she probably needs a damn good spanking," said the man, with some feeling in the tone of his voice. His last few words resonated with Ruth.Just for a moment, Ruth was stunned and she chose her response carefully."You think that women need spanking then, do you?" said Ruth, hoping that her face did not betray her thoughts."Certainly some do, sorry if my opinion offends you," said the man."Did I say that I was offended?" responded Ruth, feeling quite strong."No, interestingly, you did not," replied the man, his eyes scanning the rather attractive woman. He wanted to continue this conversation, but maybe this was not the place because they might get overheard. He decided, for now, to suggest closing the gap between them."Might I join you?" asked the man, already starting to get up from his chair with the assumption that his request would be met in the affirmative."Please do,...sir," answered Ruth, the 'sir' was very deliberate."My name is Richard Compton," said the man, as he sat at Ruth's table."Ruth, Ruth Davies," replied Ruth."Mrs?" said the man. noticing the ring on Ruth's wedding finger."Widowed," replied Ruth."Oh, I am sorry," said Richard."Me too, it has been a long time, fourteen years," said Ruth."I get the impression that you miss something in particular about your late husband," said Richard, not meaning sex."I do, but what is it that you think I miss sir?" replied Ruth, trying to make sure that they were talking about the same thing."I think that perhaps your husband paid attention to your bottom in a way that it needed paying attention to, and you miss that a lot," said Richard."He did, sir, and I miss it greatly; do you pay attention to your wife's bottom in that way, sir?" asked Ruth."I did before we divorced, although the discipline was not the reason for the divorce," replied Richard."Oh," said Ruth, wondering why they divorced but not thinking that it was her place to ask."She went off with a man half her age, but the hiding that I gave her on the evening that she left was the biggest thrashing of her life," said Richard, with a bit of venom in his voice."She deserved it, sir," said Ruth."She did, and she knew it when she presented her bare arse for my belt, it must have been quite some time before she sat down in comfort again," said Richard."Exactly Cebeci Escort Bayan what she deserved; I would not have dreamt of being unfaithful to my husband, but if I had strayed, I would have expected to be eating standing up for days, and I would probably have had to take a week off work because I would not have been able to sit down," said Ruth."I think that I would have liked your husband," said Richard."I was thinking that men like him no longer existed, but it seems that I might have been wrong,....sir," said Ruth."I think we should continue this conversation in private another day, don't you Ruth?" asked Richard."Yes sir, I do," replied Ruth, thinking that she might have found the man of her dreams, after all this time."Here is my card, ring the mobile number which is my private number, perhaps we could arrange for you to visit my house," said Richard, giving Ruth his business card."Thank you, sir; May I ask your age?" said Ruth."I am fifty-six, why?" replied Richard."Oh, ten years younger than me," said Ruth."You look stunning, is the ten years a problem?" said Richard."Not for me, sir," said Ruth."Nor me," said Richard.The cafe had got busier whilst they had been talking, and the chances of being overheard had increased. They had both finished their drinks."Nice to have met you, Ruth," said Richard, standing up."And you, Richard," said Ruth, she knew that she should say 'sir' but her doing so might have got some looks from people nearby."Phone me," said Richard."I will," confirmed Ruth.Ruth went home and gathered her thoughts. She wondered if she had been dreaming, but there in her hand was Richard Compton's business card.She thought back over what had been said and tried to make sure in her own mind that she had not misinterpreted any of it.One certainty was that Richard had asked her to phone him, with a view to her visiting his house.He had said about continuing the conversation in private, but the inference was that Richard would treat her bottom in the same way as he had treated his wife's, and in the same way as Iwan had treated Ruth's. Exactly what Ruth missed, wanted, and needed.There had been no mention of sex, but Ruth was not too bothered about that, it seemed that a bare-bottomed belting was on offer, something that had been long awaited.To achieve that, she would have to bare her bottom to a man that she had only just met, and a man ten years her junior. Nobody had seen her bare bottom in almost a decade and a half.On the one hand, Ruth was apparently being offered the chance to receive something that she had missed, and even craved, for so long, but on the other hand, she had to bare her bottom to a stranger and maybe have sex with him.Ruth decided to phone Richard, but before agreeing to go to his house, she wanted to clarify some things."Richard, it is Ruth, we met earlier," said Ruth, when Richard answered his phone."We did indeed," said Richard."Yes, I would like to clarify some things, please, sir," said Ruth."What is bothering you, Ruth?" asked Richard."Well sir, I do not want there to be any misunderstandings, Escort Cebeci so can you please explain exactly what you are suggesting?" said Ruth."Certainly my dear, as I understand it, you miss the discipline that you got from your late husband, I am offering you the chance to receive some discipline," replied Richard."Yes sir, that was what I thought; you are suggesting that I visit your house to receive the discipline, I understand," said Ruth."Yes, although I could come to you if you wished," replied Richard."Um, no, I think it would be better if I came to you, but exactly what do you envisage happening, please?" asked Ruth."Firstly, nothing happens without your agreement, but I envisage you coming here, going to my spare bedroom, baring your bottom and awaiting my arrival, I would then give you a very sound thrashing with my leather belt," said Richard."Yes sir, that was just about what I thought was planned," said Ruth."The choice as to whether this happens or not, is entirely yours," said Richard."Yes sir, thank you, sir," said Ruth."I would think that after the beating, you would not feel like returning home, so you would be very welcome to stay the night," said Richard.Ruth did not say anything, she was weighing up the implications of staying the night. Richard sensed her dilemma and spoke again."You will, of course, stay in the spare bedroom, unless you desire anything else," said Richard."Thank you, sir, I appreciate you clarifying that," said Ruth, wondering if anything else might happen after the belting."So it is up to you, my dear, but if you do come, might I suggest a Friday evening, if that is convenient for you," said Richard."Yes, yes, a Friday, any Friday, should be fine," replied Ruth."So are you saying that you will be coming?" asked Richard."Yes sir, we are," said Ruth, hoping that she did not regret it, but not thinking that she would."This coming Friday?" said Richard."Um yes, this coming Friday," replied Ruth."When you arrive, I will give you the chance to change your mind, but if you decide to go ahead with it, the length and power of the beating will be at my discretion, do you understand?" said Richard."Yes, sir, I understand, that was how it was with my husband," answered Ruth.Richard gave Ruth his address and they agreed that she would be there at seven on Friday evening. She would have the chance to change her mind, but if she stayed, she would stay the night.It was Friday afternoon and Ruth was deciding what to wear for her visit to Richard, not that her lower clothing was supposed to be staying on for long. She looked at her bare bottom in her mirror and she felt strange when it dawned on her that for the first time in fourteen years, it should be showing evidence of a good belting later. She was excited, not sexually but excited at the prospect of feeling a belt across her cheeks again, she was also nervous about a stranger seeing her bare bottom.She knew that Richard was still giving her the option to back out if she changed her mind on arrival at his house.She packed an overnight bag, including a night dress. She figured that she would not want anything tight fitting down below for the return journey the next day if she went ahead with getting belted, so she found an old pair of tracksuit bottoms. She wore a skirt to travel in. She put on minimal makeup because she was not going on a date.