Happy Birthday

He gave me a predatory smile as I was getting dressed to go out for my birthday and then fairly purred, “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever received birthday spankings.” “Spankings? For my birthday? What are you talking about?” I was preoccupied with my hair, getting it just so and wasn’t quite ready for it when he grabbed my hips to pull me backwards against him. “Birthday. Spankings. You get one for each year and then one to grow on. But I seem to recall you never having heard of the tradition until it came up in conversation a few weeks ago. So, should I give you a spanking for your birthday?”

I blushed cherry red and giggled. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I hate spankings after all?” “Then we don’t do it again. But I think that twenty five plus one to grow on should give you an idea about whether or not you like it..” He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my mound, squeezing gently, before slipping a finger beneath the elastic to stroke the smoothness of my already moistening cunt. “Hmm, I think you want a spanking. I can feel you getting wet already for me.” And he pulled me across the room, bending me over the bed. I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile. “Nothing too hard, just a little sting. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering what had gotten into me and then my skirt was flipped up and my panties slowly pulled down to reveal what I thought was a nice ass. He confirmed it for me with a quick grab at both cheeks before I watched him pull his hand back for the first strike. But I didn’t want to watch him hit me. I turned away and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him and I heard the smile in his voice, “Good girl.”

Suddenly his hand came down across both cheeks and he was right it was just a little sting. That was one. Two and three followed with the same measured precision and my body began to relax into it. Maybe my brain didn’t know what it wanted, but the rest of me seemed to. I silently counted the stinging swats in my head and I noticed as he paused at fifteen to check on me. All I could do was nod that I was OK and felt his fingers probe at my cunt that was, by now, dripping wet with desire. “Lovely,” he whispered and the spanking resumed.

My last eleven hits were not as a measured as the first half of my spanking, but came down hard and fast and I could hear his breathing change as he spanked me. I knew he had to be rock hard and I knew I wanted him to fuck me with a freshly spanked ass. Instead as he wrapped up my spanking he leaned down to brush soft kisses along my stinging cheeks, before suddenly running his tongue along my slit gathering my wetness and savoring the taste of it.

He knelt behind me and buried his face against me. I pushed back trying to give him easy access to my cunt, so he could taste it, so I could come on his face, so maybe he would fuck me next. I was grateful for the bed to lean against as my legs began to shake and muscles began to spasm. I cried out, trembling as my orgasm gushed all over his face. Then I heard a belt being undone and his cock was buried inside me. I moaned with delight and squirmed against him, feeling every inch. His strong hands kneaded at my ass and the sting intensified a little when he did. The feeling made me moan again and he leaned forward. “You liked that didn’t you? Having your ass spanked and now your juicy cunt getting fucked. Tell me!”

His words made me shudder and I nodded in agreement with him. A sharp smack came down across my ass. “Use your words.” “Yes, I like it when you spanked my ass. Please fuck me! Please!” I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me. “I should keep spanking your ass while I fuck you. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes I would.”

And he found a rhythm that lined up a hard spank, harder than before at least, with every thrust. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned loudly and thrust myself back against him. As his movements became gradually more erratic so did the spanking and I never knew when he’d hit me again. I felt him steady himself with one hand tight on my hip and the other still swatting my ass while he slammed his cock in and out of me. Out of nowhere came a particularly hard hit and I nearly screamed as the orgasm that hit me, lifted me onto my toes and left me breathless. He hit me again just as hard repeatedly and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. My muscles twitched and sucked at his cock and I heard him grunt, then felt both hands at my hips as he pounded into me, looking for the release he needed. “That’s it. Let me fuck you. Let me fill you with my come.”

His words made me twitch and he groaned. “Do it again. Come while I fuck you. Let me feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” I swore and began to move again, his words reigniting the fire that he’d only just put out. I fucked him back clenching and squeezing at him and felt another orgasm growing. I growled, “Harder.” And he responded by tightening his grip to the point where I’d feel it the next day and fucked me as hard as he could. I fairly howled with pleasure as I orgasmed for him again, as I felt his come fill me up, hearing him groan in release.

My hair forgotten I collapsed fully against the bed as he leaned forward to kiss my back. I lifted my head, turning to give him a naughty smile and as he pulled away he slapped my ass one last time. “I think you like getting spanked. And I know I like spanking you. You should see how red your sexy ass is. I’m going to start turning it that color often. Any complaints?” I just shook my head and smiled.

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A Spanking Story

It’s been a long day and I’m tired. There’s still supper to make and chores to be done and I know that my Sir has had a long day of his own. We muddle through it all, as best we can, and try to relax. I’m antsy and squirmy and can’t settle. My thoughts are beginning to fracture into a million tiny pieces as the stress and worries come crashing down one after the other in my brain. He asks what’s wrong and I can only reply, “Everything.” Because that’s how it feels. Even being in my own skin feels wrong.

He stands and taking my hand quietly leads me to our bedroom. I’m bent over the bed and with no warning my pants are around my thighs, trapping me in place, and then come five smacks. Not too hard, but not soft either. Enough to let me know that he means business. Steadying myself against the bed I prepare for more, enjoying the feel of his hands on my skin. Open handed spankings are my favorite, followed closely by being flogged. I haven’t found a paddle that I like yet and I’m particularly loathe to try a cane. Sir’s hand comes down again, slowly, methodically, turning my skin from its normal paleness to a slight pink that will be bright red before he’s done with me.

Repeatedly his hand meets my flesh, hit after hit after hit. Periodically he checks in, making sure I’m alright. Each time I give him, “Green,” and he is satisfied. I can feel how hot my ass is now and I love it. When he stops hitting me for a moment I teasingly wiggle my ass at him, earning me a quick, sharp, spank on one cheek then the other. “More babygirl?” “Yes, please.” My voice is a half whisper, half moan of pleasure and I can hear movement as he reaches for the flogger. The falls tease my skin for a moment.

I hear it sing through the air just before the first impact and when it hits, perfectly placed, I smile. I know how he worked to learn the flogger before it came anywhere near my ass and I appreciate his care and skill. Another half dozen hits and my breath catches with every one. What has gone from a simple spanking to clear my head has led me to desire and need. My movements change, growing more deliberate as I raise my ass to meet the flogger’s kiss. I can smell my own arousal and he can’t resist sliding a teasing finger along my vulva, dipping into my pussy and laughing softly. “Good girl. Just the way I like you.” I whimper at his words and arch into his touch at the same time. A quick kiss to my shoulder and the flogger whistles again, meeting my skin with a feeling like nothing else. He leaves stripes across my skin, a deeper color than the red from his hand and I giggle when he traces the marks with a finger. I’ve relaxed finally and he gives me another dozen hard and fast with the flogger. A low moan escapes my lips and I hear him chuckle. He knows how I like my pain. And pleasure.

The flogger drops to the floor with a soft thud, his hand rests against my lower back, and two fingers slip into my pussy. I’m drenched and aching for an orgasm. “Not yet,” he says quietly. And his fingers flicker gently, teasingly. I press into him, wanting more. And surprising me, his open palm crashes into my skin again and again as he slowly fingers me. Every time he hits me I can feel my muscles clench around his fingers. But his touch is too light, too gentle for me to come. I’m frustrated now and he laughs again. He’s such a tease. “Ask me.”

“Please, Sir, may I come for you?” My voice is soft, desperate, and needy. I almost don’t recognize it. His free hand squeezes my ass hard and his fingers rub ever so gently against me. Without warning he turns his slow movements into something hard and fast, a drum beating against me, “Now.” His voice is sharp and I know that if I do not give, he will take. I enjoy both, but right now I want nothing more than to fall into the sensation and my orgasm rolls through my body, accompanied by a low moan. My hips buck and I feel a third finger. “Again.” And I do. I’m shaking and he holds me steady. My moans turn to soft sounds of contentment. For now, my brain is quiet and I am focused only on him and what he wants of me.

Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin

 

Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.

#SOSS 9 – Games Week

SweeteN Dirty 
Now this sounds like a great game to potentially play with someone once you’ve established some consent, but haven’t gone too far in to the sexual side of you relationship. The minute they get too nervous everything stops; but here the participants don’t get too nervous at all and the result is a blowjob so hot that it makes me wish I had a cock so I could find the same experience. I never thought I’d have penis envy…lol

Morag’s Moist Musings
Two of my favorite things! Sex and video games! This was a delight to read pure and simple. This time I have spanking envy though. Thin walls and nosy neighbors…but any way back to the story; the biggest unanswered question for me is what game was he playing? My guess is a soccer game, perhaps hockey, or perhaps something with entirely different types of goals. No matter what the game was though, this was a hot story.

Molly’s Daily Kiss
I love the raw simplicity of this piece. I see what seems to be an obvious playfulness mixed with some serious spanking vibes. And that last line just makes me grin every time I read it. Winning stripes seemed fine to me!

Nina B
In this post I love that the beginning of things is all that we see, that the games to come are left to one’s imagination, although with her lovely cock peeking from beneath the tutu we can certainly have a good idea of where the games might go. Hats off to Nina for setting a spark to a flame.

Teachers Have Sex
Ah…nostalgia. And naked board games. It takes me back as well to a part of my own sexual history, although without the board games where I and a female friend pretty much kicked our male FWB out of his own bed to fuck and suck and my gods what a night that was. Thanks for bringing back that memory for me Jo!

Wicked Wednesday 300 – (Escape on the High Seas)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Gordon couldn’t help but watch the slight wiggle in Adrienne’s ass as she pulled the leather skirt back into place and zipped it up. It made him want to fuck her again. But not now. Now they had to get her to safety. And he quickly led her away from the small room and onto the deck where he led her down a ladder to the small speedboat no one had miraculously noticed trailing the yacht. He started the motor and pulled away slowly. Some distance from the larger boat he opened up the throttle and they took off. Adrienne’s handler never even knew she was gone.

“Where are we going? And who are you really? Why did you rescue me?” Adrienne voice bubbled with questions above the noise of the boat’s engine. Gordon shook his head, laughing as he remembered how much she’d always asked questions before. It seemed that nothing had changed. He neglected to answer her right away as he was more focused on reaching land and safety, but he had nothing to fear as they docked without incident. Gordon led Adrienne through the marina to a waiting car and opened the passenger door for her. “In you go, Princess.” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, annoyed at having been ignored all the way back to the marina. She wanted answers and this handsome man seemed to be the only one who had them at current.

He slid into the driver’s seat and the car purred to life. “Now, it’s quiet enough for us to really talk I’ll do my best to answer your questions Ms. Impatience.” Adrienne frowned darkly, her temper darkening her blue eyes and making Gordon smile. She was certainly not the same shy girl he remembered that was certain. Normally she’d rarely shown her temper, or any other emotion for that matter, and now here she’d fucked him in nothing but her boots and was being a little hellcat over nothing. “We’re going some place safe. I haven’t determined exactly where that is yet. I’m waiting for a phone call with more information. Second, I believe I told you my name, but I didn’t mention being part of the special forces unit of the Royal Guard. I expect you’d have not come with me otherwise. And I rescued you because you were in danger. That party was an excuse to hide sex trafficking right in public and you were on the chopping block my dear. You’re lucky that no one knew who you really are. You’d have never been let go so easily.”

Adrienne had taken everything in quietly, but the last bit about the trafficking had really gotten her attention. “What about all those other poor people on that yacht? Are they to be auctioned as sex slaves too?” “Not all of them, but some. And before you start on about saving them all, know that I couldn’t have done that even with a police force full of people. As it was I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get to you so easily. I lucked out with your…attendant being so lax.” “Liam? Liam was behind this? That no good son of a bitch! I wondered why he wanted to go to some fancy sex party like that. He’d never shown much interest before. I should’ve known he was a scumbag, but I just wanted someone to be close to after being alone for so long.” Gordon sighed softly, running his fingers though chocolate colored hair. “You should’ve stayed Adrienne. You wouldn’t have been alone.” “No, instead I’d have been pressured to marry some random man that I couldn’t stand rather than being allowed my own choice. Just like I was never allowed to make choices about anything else. Having your every decision made for you gets old. So I left to make my own. Maybe they weren’t perfect, but I think I did alright. I have a job and friends and a decent place to live. Wait a minute; what about my life? Don’t I get a say in this?” And the young woman swore softly before a tiny tear slid down her cheek. Back to captivity after all.

After a long drive Gordon pulled into the driveway of a small house and led Adrienne inside. She was angry again, but sad as well, at the thought of giving up everything she’d made for herself. “We’ll stay here overnight but then we have to move on. Your…Liam will start looking for you and I’ve no doubt he has acquaintances that will be looking for you as well. We need to get you out of the city.” “Then why don’t we leave now if I’m in so much danger?” “Because, Princess, I need a rest. I’ve been looking for you for days. And I suggest that you try to rest as well.”

Adrienne frowned again clearly not happy with everything that was going on and looked at Gordon, “Can’t you just let me live my life and tell everyone you couldn’t find me? Please?” Her voice broke and tears threatened to trail down her cheeks once more. He sighed again and looked at her. “You know I can’t do that.”

At his words, her tears did begin to fall and he frowned before stepping in and pulling her close to him, almost surprised that she let him near and she began to sob, her face buried against his shoulder. The small helpless noises eventually subsided and she pulled back to look up at him. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to go back. And if you take me back I’ll leave again. I can’t stay there Gordon. I just can’t.” Adrienne looked so helpless that he felt sorry for her and he dared to tilt her head up and kiss her ever so gently. “I’ll do what I can to make this easier Adrienne, but you can’t run away from your responsibilities forever.” “I have a new set of responsibilities now damn it! I’m not who I used to be!” “But you are still a Princess. And that comes with duties as well.” And despite his resolve, Gordon kissed her again, more firmly this time, and she pressed against him her hands resting on his strong shoulders. She broke the kiss and looked at him. “Please help me forget this all? Even just for a little while?” Gordon studied her face closely for a long moment and then swung her up into his arms, holding her close to him and striding towards the bedroom.

Moments later the harsh sounds of hand upon flesh echoed through the empty house accompanied by small noises of half pleasure half pain. Gordon was glad he was getting to do this; he’d wanted to do it earlier and now she needed it as much as he wanted it. Neither of them knew that this would be the beginning of something that would threaten to consume them both.

 

Wicked Wednesday – Chemistry – (Slow Burn)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Ian tied Grace over the spanking bench, her lovely ass framed by the shiny, black patent leather skirt she wore. He leaned down and whispered to her, “This is gonna be a slow one. I want to watch your ass turn red under my hands and my tools. Not for your pleasure, but for mine.” She twisted her head to look at him, anticipation shining from her green eyes and nodded. “Yes Sir.” They shared a smile and Ian double checked to be sure Grace was both secure and comfortable on the bench.

Running his hands gently down her back and over her pert ass Ian couldn’t resist giving each round globe a hard squeeze, followed by another gentle caress; over and over he repeated his movements just enjoying the feel of his sub’s ass under his hands growing slightly pink from the rough treatment. Grace was relaxed in her bonds and simply enjoying herself, knowing that he was going to beat her and she was going to love every second of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Ian’s hands fell away from her ass for a long moment that left her wondering if he was choosing his favorite flogger or just making her wait.

Ian watched her as she grew tense from the waiting. And he waited a minute more just to let that tension build. Then his hand came down, almost gently at first, with more noise than impact, but it was enough to make Grace jump. He repeated these strikes several more times before moving into more forceful hits that made her squirm with delight at the sting and thud of them. Every so often Ian would stop and stroke her ass tenderly.

A small crowd had gathered to watch the pair and Ian quietly pointed out to her how her beautiful ass was on display for the room to see and she blushed despite knowing that there would be people to see her like this. He kissed her cheek then and moved back, placing sharp, staccato slaps across her ass, ones that were meant to draw further attention before he picked up a flogger that he carefully draped across Grace’s ass, letting her feel the leather before he whipped it up through the air and back down hard to kiss her skin. A low moan escaped her lips and Ian repeated this process eleven more times for a total of a dozen hits. Her ass was turning delightfully red now and several onlooker’s had commented on that and Ian’s skill.

He smacked her with his hand twice more and replaced the flogger, before checking in with her to see how she was doing. She nodded at him and flashed a cheeky grin that left him wishing they were more involved than just two people who happened to share a love of spankings and had the opposite personalities to work well together in a scene like this one. Ian wondered if more would ever be possible. They were both single after all. But he took a breath and cleared his mind, getting back to his task.

Choosing a riding crop next it thwacked along her skin for another spate of flurrying blows and she’d started to wriggle against her bonds and the bench. He could tell she was turned on; he knew that if he let her slip away she’d find a dark, quiet corner of the club to get herself off when they were done with her spanking. Ian didn’t want that to happen this time. He wanted to go with her and watch. His blows became more methodical as he swapped from the riding crop back to the flogger and occasionally his hand just to vary things a bit. He wouldn’t want his favorite submissive to get bored on him. Grace, for her part, was anything but bored. She was enjoying each hit as it came to her and wanted more, as much as Ian would give her. And he planned on giving her all she could possibly handle. He knew her limits and knew them well. Sometimes he even challenged her a bit as the need arose for her to have something more with her spanking. Tonight he would do that.

His hand trailed up her back as he walked forward to address her so no one else could hear. “We both know this turns you on. And I know you want to come from it. The question I pose tonight, is do you want to do it in front of all these people or would you prefer to wait?” Grace’s eyes snapped open and she stared at him. This was a completely new question and challenge. She could also see in his eyes that he was curious as to what she would say and where it might lead them. Her eyes blinked a couple times in quiet surprise that he was asking her this and she took a deep breath, knowing this would put them into uncharted territory in some ways. He’d never seen her orgasm before. He prodded her, “Well?” Grace took a deep breath,“Please spank me until I come.” Ian nodded once and asked, “How close are you?” “Close. Something with a bite to it. Please.” He laughed softly, “I bite.” Grace shuddered, visibly turned on by the idea and Ian arched an eyebrow at her. She flashed him that cheeky grin again before he stepped away to pick up a silicone paddle.

Dragging the smooth texture along her skin he smiled as she shivered again and tried to adjust herself to present her ass in the best manner possible. “Good girl.” Ian raised his hand and down came the paddle biting into Grace’s skin, turning it a brighter red than it already was and her breathing immediately changed. “More, she whispered.” He smiled, placed his free hand against the small of her back, and walloped her ass hard. He knew she could handle this and he kept up hard even strokes feeling her body tense under his hand over and over, her body drawing tighter. Grace took a deep breath and just as she did Ian hit her hard one last time with a sharp word, “Now.”

Her breath rushed from her body in an instant and that last hit coupled with the tone of his voice (he could’ve said anything in that tone) set her orgasm free. She thrashed against the ropes hard feeling them dig into her skin, crying out over and over as she orgasmed in front of a crowd for the first time. Orgasmed for him for the first time. All too soon, she hung limp in the bonds and Ian quickly freed her before pulling her close to him and stroking her hair. “Good girl. You did something new tonight and did it very well.” He took an offered bottle of water and held it to her lips as she clung to him bonelessly. She drank a few sips and then just let her head come to rest on his shoulder, relaxed and sated after a good spanking and a better orgasm.

 

KOTW – Hand Spanking – (A First Time)

Leslie grinned at Tim over her shoulder, wiggling her ass daringly as she walked by him. His hand came across with a well placed “smack!” that landed dead center of her rear end and she yelped a little and shook her head as she kept walking. The process repeated every time she walked by him and they both laughed as she cried out every time even though he wasn’t hitting her hard at all.

Later that night as the couple prepared for bed Tim grabbed Leslie close for a hug, stroked down her back, to her her ass, and swatted her again before planting a kiss on her gorgeous lips. She grinned at him when they pulled apart, “I want you to do it for real tonight.” “Are you sure?” She nodded and slipped her nightgown off as she stood there before him. He smiled, kissed hr again and sat down on the side of the bed. He guided her carefully across his lap his hands stroking along her skin.”So why tonight?” “I just think I’m finally ready to try it. Earlier was a lot of fun.” “You know this won’t be like earlier, right?,” came his voice calmly. “Yes.” Her voice had gone soft with anticipation, mixed with a slight tinge of fear.

Tim nodded to himself, hearing that she was still a little afraid. “We’ll go slow and you can stop me at anytime. What’s your safeword?” “Lobster,” and she giggled. He joined in with her laughter, replying, “I’ll show you lobster…” and placed a first gentle swat across her ass. Leslie squirmed, settling against his body and did her best to relax. She wanted to enjoy her first real over the knee spanking. She knew this would not be the love taps she’d received before, no this would be an actual spanking and she expected it to hurt at least a little. She also expected to enjoy it based on what she’d learned from Tim and about herself since they started even discussing the idea of him spanking her. Another gentle, warming hit came down on her skin, followed by several more in quick succession and she shivered a little. “Do you like that?” Leslie nodded, not quite trusting her own voice and the response was a slightly harder spank. “I asked you a question, Leslie.” She swore to herself and opened her mouth to try and speak when another slap crossed her ass. Finally, she found her voice, “Yes, I like that.”

“Good.” Tim stopped for a moment, letting his large hand rest on her ass, just enjoying the view he had of the gorgeous woman naked across his lap. “I’m going to start hitting you significantly harder soon. If it is too much, don’t forget ‘lobster’ and don’t try to just tough it out. I want you to enjoy yourself, not torture yourself because you think I’m enjoying myself. “Got it?” “Got it,” and she smiled, even though he couldn’t see her face. The hardest hit she’d taken at his hands yet came crashing down and she jumped a bit at the sudden impact. He waited a fraction of a second before descending with another hit like the previous one and soon, as he began to pick up his rhythm, Leslie’s pretty ass was turning a lovely shade of pinkish red.

Leslie began to really allow her body to relax into the sensations and began to lift her hips meeting each slap and swat as they grew harder and more insistent against her skin. She could feel her body responding to the spanking and wondered if Tim knew just how turned on she was. She felt simultaneously naughty and delighted at finally getting a spanking. A particularly hard hit called her attention back to her ass and she signed softly, letting the warm pain suffuse her body and further relax her. She was nearly limp across Tim’s lap and just soaking up every single hit he gave her.

By now her ass was turning a brighter red and she imagined that his hand was probably stinging as much as her ass was and it felt so good to her to just give in to the spanking and the catharsis she felt it would bring. Tim’s hand stroked her ass in between these much harder hits and he checked in with her. She reassured him that she was good and he spoke again, “I’m going to give you five last hits and they’re going to be hard. I want you to relax and enjoy them and then we’ll be done. You’ve done very well for me tonight.” Leslie smiled at the praise and nodded her head. She wiggled her ass teasingly just before the last five hits rained down in a quick flurry of blows that left her whimpering. Tim rested his hand across her well reddened ass and smiled as she laid there. He traced lines along her skin and pinched gently at what looked to be the most sensitive parts and he heard her moan softly.

Carefully he sat her up and held her steady. “You liked that didn’t you?” “Yes, quite a lot.” “Shall we do it again some time? “Oh yes.” “Alright, Dearest. Maybe next time I’ll take a paddle to that pretty ass of yours. What do you think about that?” Leslie thought for a moment and then shrugged unsure of what she thought about it. “I enjoyed your hand against my skin, I know that much.” Tim held her close, giving her a gentle kiss. “And I enjoyed it as well. How do you feel?” She smiled at him lazily. “Relaxed. Safe. Well spanked for no reason other than it was something we both wanted. I’m glad you brought it up.”

They kissed again and as they settled in for the night and Leslie snuggled herself against Tim’s shoulder. “Thank you for spanking me.” Her voice was soft and almost tiny sounding muffled into his skin as it was and he patted her ass gently. “My pleasure. My pleasure indeed.”