I have question that only a woman can answer. The question is, did it really happen?

Did what happen, you might ask. The question is not rhetoric nor is it a trick question. I have to know if it really happened.

Allow me to start at the beginning. I have always been psychic. As a kid my mother couldn't leave presents under the Christmas tree because I'd know, by touching the package what was inside.

A few years ago I heard about remote viewing, the system that the US Army developed for intelligence gathering via psychic impression. While the Army developed Technical Remote Viewing, Stanford University developed a form that involved deep meditation; this is called Associate Remote Viewing. I took both courses. What drew me to remote viewing was the ability of the viewer to bi-locate. To bi-locate is to experience what the target or subject was feeling or felt. This can be traumatic in the case of murder or pleasurable as in what I'm going to describe.

Once I was comfortable doing both types of RV, I tried some experiments such as, one day I saw a spider on the wall and I went to the state of lower theta consciousness and bi-located my self into the spider. The feeling was amazing, I felt the 8 legs as they moved and it's spinnerets as it spun out the silk threads. Through it's eyes I saw 16 images (spiders have 8 eyes on each side of it's head). That was confusing, at least to me not the spider.

It was then I was ready for the ultimate experience.

I know that sex for men is a drive, an urge, something that must be fulfilled. Afterwards the after glow (yes we have them) lasts about the time to smoke a cigarette, a short one. Afterward he wants you to go make him a 'samich' or order a pizza. For men sex is an act that is limited which could explain the need to have it so often.

For women on the other hand, sex is an experience. Sex is so much more for a woman, so exhilarating, exhausting and what a thrill. If the sex was really good the woman will wake up the next morning with a smile on her face. This was something I really wanted to experience.

I decided to try it on a famous actress I grew up admiring. So I went to lower theta, initiated the proper protocols and located her. I arrived just as she and some guy I didn't recognize where laying down together. He started to kiss her, fondle her, and tease her. I bi-located to her as her body started to float and her breathing turned to panting. I could see the guys face and smell his breath, scotch. I felt his face against hers, he could have shaved. I felt his erection that lie between their bellies. I felt her body as it grew in its excitation, as her body grew warmer. With each ragged breath the feelings grew more intense. I couldn't believe the heat she was generating. She became hot and lightheaded. Every nerve in her body was tingling. Each breath drew her higher as if on a roller coaster. With each inhalation she went higher. Her exhalations were a down ride on the roller coaster. Higher and higher, as the tingling of every nerve vibrated. She was s!

oon lost in the abyss of joyful feelings. There was the need to go higher. Her toes curled. She was panting, sweating, and moaning her body in spasms her nerves electrified. I've never had a drug that felt that good. The roller coaster turned into a skyrocket and flew up and exploded. Her body was enveloped in a bouquet of fireworks. Her body went rigid. Behind her eyelids she saw the popping of the fireworks and with each pop a flood of nerve shattering, body wracking ecstasy. She slowly came down as there were fewer and fewer pops and the pops had less and less feeling. Her after glow was as if she where floating in a sea of endorphins.

I snapped out of it and was back in my body but I could still feel her after glow. I just lay there enjoying the experience. If there really is reincarnation then in my next life I'm coming back as a teenage girl living in San Diego and I'll meet every sailor coming off the ships.

When the thought came to me "If it was that good with the sex alone, what would it be like after a spanking?" I am a spanko and always take top. What would it feel like for a bottom during and after a good bottom warming?

The protocols required have to be exact to locate what I was seeking.

They act as a wish list, the more explicate the request the more exact the bi-location will be. So I thought I did not want a guilt spanking. I wanted a female that enjoyed being spanked. I wanted an experienced spanko bottom. As for age, I thought simply; young. I did not want an implement that would be to heavy since this would be my first time. Nor, should there be restraints, anything to painful. It took a while but I did locate one as she was lying on a bed, a couple of pillows under her hips awaiting the first smack of the light paddle. To my surprise, she was a young girl, no more than twelve. About 5ft., brown hair that went past her shoulders and breasts that where just beginning their development. Those breasts were conical and firm. Her butt was small and quivering in anticipation. Now for the odd part. She was tied to the bed, spread eagle on her stomach.

Her partner, I have to assume was her Father, stood behind her with a paddle like one of those paddle ball games. This one was made of a dark wood, varnished and had two rows of two holes.

I bi-located to the girl. She was in a state of expectation. Her heart was fluttering as she was mentally preparing herself.

SMACK! The first strike wasn't all that hard but it stung. A shock wave went through the body we shared. To me it hurt, I'd never want to undergo such treatment let alone want more. She wanted more. It seems that while a bi-locations blends the spirit of the viewer with the body of the target they don't meld.

SMACK! The second strike sent another wave of nerve tingling sensations through her body.

SMACK! POP! WHAP!

Now her butt started to get warm.

SMACK! WHAP! WHAP!

The warmth was traveling from her butt to her pubic area.

WHAP! POP! POP!

Her partner started to massage her and tickled her clit. Her pussy started to drool.

It was here that I got an epiphany; the pain stimulated every nerve in her body. As a pendulum swings from left to right, her nerves, once stimulated from pain, can now experience a higher excitation of pleasure.

Now the pain reached a plateau. Each strike just maintained the level of pain, it did not increase it, however her expectations were now fever pitched.

The girl was wiggling, twitching and thrusting her behind in anticipation of the next strike. She wanted more. She was making involuntary sounds of "mmmmhuuumm. Grouu". She kept repeating "Oh God Oh God". The warmth and pain only increased her desire. I, on the other hand, wanted the spanking to stop and for the guy to get on with it. While she was hot and horny, I was in pain.

She was wiggling and thrusting. I didn't notice that the spanking stopped. I did feel the penis enter the liberally lubricated vagina. She gasped and panted as she now rode a rocket sled up to heights of ecstatic orgasms. I felt him inside her, she felt full, her cervix stopped him from thrusting any further. As her partner thrust in and out, little explosions of pleasure popped throughout her little body.

Within two minutes she exploded as wave after wave of orgasmic delight flooded her body. This orgasm was deeper and much more intense than the one I shared with the actress. I soon felt the throbbing of the guys prick and felt the warm spunk fill her womb. As good as the other one was, with the actress, this one was terrific. Several more orgasms followed as she relaxed.

The question of 'does a spanking make sex more pleasurable' was answered in a most resounding YES!!!

WOW! I thought my next experience has to be with a pair of lesbian's lovers where one gets spanked during lovemaking.

You'd think I now spend most of my spare time in an orgasmic stupor, right? That, alas, is not the case. When I was taking the Remote Viewing courses, the class was told that an invasion of privacy was a big time NO NO. To do a deep mind probe of an enemy of the state or some criminal or to bi-locate to solve a crime or mystery is one thing. To intrude on one while engaged in an intimate act is wrong, unless you got permission first. The class was warned that remote viewers do get some pretty strange diseases. Also drugs can really short circuit an attempt to remote view, even if the drugs are prescribed and have no fun value to them. Shortly after my encounter, I had a heart attack. I'm on so many medications I cannot perform any of the remote viewing techniques. There is no way for me to verify my encounters other than to ask you the female readers did it really happen?

Note: I wrote this story 3 years ago for my own reference. Something to reminisce. However a short while ago I started a course in shape shifting. That's where a person can transform their body into a completely different shape. I asked the instructor if there was a limit concerning size. He replied, as did Yoda in 'The Empire Strikes Back' where he tells Luke Skywalker "Size matters not."

It seems a 200lb man could transform himself to a 1lb squirrel and a 125lb woman into a 600lb bear. It's all the same effort. I asked how long could a person remain in their transformed state. He said with practice, months at a time. While so far I've not been able to accomplish anything I have seen some pretty strange things. I can only hope to transform myself into a 14yr old blue eyed blonde with developing breasts and flared hips. She/me will need some one who knows how to take a brat in hand.