When I dipped my toes into the spanking world, rather, when I dove head first into the spanking world, I was extra cautious. When calling people, I blocked my number (I first even considered using a pay phone, but where the heck do you find one of those?), looked for people who didn't live in my neighborhood, used a pseudonym to sign my emails, etc. But even being careful, it's not difficult to stumble into the lion's den.
I don't want to get into the gory details, but let's just say I had an unpleasant experience. To summarize, I went into a discipline session (never having experienced it) and came out feeling lost and vulnerable. I had an entire day to mull it over by myself. Where did things go wrong? I had no answers, as I had no experience. Luckily I had people to reach out to and I'll forever be grateful for that.
I had a spank date set up for two days after The Incident with the Englishman. I was worried all the unpleasantness would prevent me from enjoying future spankings, especially with him. He immediately gave me a big hug and we sat and talked as he held me. I felt safe in his arms and knew things would fine. He told me it was in times like these that he wished he knew that he was my only spanker. I told him all he had to do was ask.
The rest of the session was surreal. Time seemed to slow down and yet, at the same time the hour and a half we had together was gone within seconds.
Implements added: plastic spatula, belt (from the bad experience), riding crop, leather flogger (well, the first time was at RenFaire, but this was the first time bare bottomed. He went easy with it and I couldn't help but giggle as it felt like I was going through a car wash).