I should create a throw-away. But I won't. Fuck it, YOLO.
This will be kind of the other way. My first girlfriend that I had sex with wanted me to spank her, she had serious sub fantasies--BDSM wasn't something I ever really thought of at the time. I actually want to give some background on this story because certain details make this absolutely comical.
She was asked to house-sit for her church youth leaders, they were a couple. They lived right down the road. At the time we had been together for a month or so, maybe, and they knew it. They encouraged her to invite me over to their place with her. So I come over and we plan to do the dew, so to speak. We go into their bedroom and there's mirrors everywhere. The really large closet is all mirrors, there's mirrors on all the walls (not completely covered, but might as well be), and I believe I remember mirrors on the ceiling. I was stunned by that alone, on top of normal virgin jitters.
She sits on my knees and blows me for a bit--I was 6'4" and she was 5' and very flexible, I promise that this happened. She was in it to win it, but between amazement of what she was able to do and actually doing, plus jitters, I couldn't get off. Whatever, it was great regardless.
Next I go down on her. Another first for me. I end up recognizing the familiar metallic taste of blood, get grossed out, can't proceed with that. It kind of ruined giving oral for a while after that.
Finally she asks me to spank her. Never done it, but I'll try anything once. She's naked and over my lap and I really don't know what to do or what I'm doing. I lived my whole life hearing don't hit girls, now I'm supposed to hit a girl? Am I supposed to enjoy it? How could she? I don't get it, but I try. A few smacks and I'm still not getting it, so I put myself into an angry mindset. Because of all the mirrors, she sees my face. "Why do you look mad?" Uhh, how am I supposed to look?
It just kind of stopped there. My dad eventually picked me up, we went fishing that night, and I realized I forgot to wash my face. My upper lip smelled like vagina all night. I realized that the smell was reminiscent of german potato salad. So that was interesting to me.
She was far more sexually ambitious than I was and that was the basis of our breakup. I just wasn't ready at the time, I didn't have enough experience to handle her. I still don't know if I could were I not now married and had another chance. I have some mild fantasies, but I'm confident that I could never fulfill them.