Worst Position EVER

I met with a really good friend today, and we had some amazing conversation. However, he is, in fact, a top. . . . and a REALLY big one. (6'5''-- this fact is important). This isn't the first time I met him, and so don't everyone freak out when I say I went alone. Jess was off at Panera for some much needed alone time. My friend operates under the handle bama_disciplinarian, and so we'll call him BD. After a little while into the conversation, he could tell I was very on edge, and he asked if a spanking would help. I looked him dead in the eye and told him, "no". Now, at that moment, I've never been more convinced in my life that a spanking WOULDN'T help. I was dead set on convincing him of that, too. *shakes head* It didn't work. . . . he's always been one to act in my better interest, even if I didn't, or couldn't admit, what my better interest was. Now, BD knows that I have a tendency of taking complete control of a situation, yet still appearing compliant and submissive. He laid me over his knee, and because he is so tall, neither my feet, nor my hands, could reach the ground. I was NOT happy. Well, I still wasn't giving in. . . . I was still fighting. "Stand up." I popped to my feet, and glared at him. He propped his foot up on that chair, and his knee was about head high on m. He looked at me. "Come here." He basically picked me up, and laid me over his knee. . . . . I was dangling, hands, and feet, a good 3 and a half feet off the ground. *shudders* I hope to God I never get placed in that position again. . . . . and my only consolation is that most of the natural world isn't big enough, nor strong enough, to support me in said position. Needless to say, it is my new, "not favorite". *tips hat to BD* Congrats. . . . you have made spanking history.