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Spanko
Username: Weasel
Post Number: 129
Registered: 06-2006
| | Posted on Thursday, July 27, 2006 - 12:43 pm: | 
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Dave had never raised a hand to a woman before, let alone spanked one, yet here she was, this woman he had known for nearly 7 years, and she was politely requesting that he do just that. She was not a high-maintainance woman, exactly the opposite. She loved him implicitely, he knew. She was sexually enthusiastic with him in the bedroom, or the living room, or on the tailgate of his pickup truck. She was great! Since he met her he never wanted another woman. She didn't even mind when he looked, because she knew he was hers.
But tonight, when he came home from work, there she had sat, curled up at one end of the sofa, with a piece of paper in her hand. She was dressed in a white a-shirt and cutoffs, and her long straight brown hair was drawn up in a haphazard knot on the back of her head. He noticed the stray strands, drifting downward to tickle her shoulder. He saw the paper and wondered if a "Dear John" was coming headlong at him and an uncomfortable shift in his gut occured when she looked up at him with nervous eyes. "Honey," she began, "I have something I need to tell you."
Another shift in his gut. He set his things down and came to sit beside her on the sofa. "What's up baby?" he asked, "Whatever's bothering you, you know you can talk to me."
What came next simply blew him away. She began to read what she had written on the paper to him. She had heard a friend of hers talking about a boyfrirend giving her a sexy spanking. It really sounded erotic, and while she liked sex, she had never felt the pang of excitement that coursed through her when her friend started talking about it. She loved how he had warned her he was going to spank her that evening, and when he finally began, he massaged her bottom first, and then spanked her, and then, when she could take no more, he had delivered her to orgasm with very hot sex.
Dave's stomach settled, but his manhood twitched in his jeans as he listened. She was focused on what she was reading, not on him. She explained how she wanted to let him spank her as well. She said she got so turned on hearing about it that she's hardly been able to think sometimes. She has become obsessed with getting spanked, and she wanted him to spank her!
Now, here he sat, as she finished up her recitation. He wasn't sure how to even begin to spank her. But she had just bared her soul to him, and requested that he spank her. Just listening to her say it turned her on turned him on so he was willing to give it a try. He decided to play the part for her then and there, and give his lover what she wanted.
"Have you masturbated to this fantasy?" He asked her directly, allowing no emotion to show. She nodded. "While we've been having sex have you fantasized about me spanking you?" Again, she nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Have you fantasized about anybody else spanking you?" Her head shook side to side this time but her eyes stayed trained on his.
He took her hand, and he said to her "I love you, and I want you across my knee right now! No more spanking fantasies for you! You're going to get the real thing." Her eyes widened and she ever so slightly pulled back as she realized he was going to spank her right then and there! He watched her mouth form a slight "o" as he pulled her gently back towards him. "No backtalk either!" He warned her as a word of protest died on her lips. She didn't fight as he positioned her just right across his lap. She draped along the couch perfectly fitting over his lap. He felt himself begin to get hard as he drank in the delicious view of her cutoff-clad bottom perked up just so. He began to rub and massage her butt cheeks and let himself imagine what was about to happen. His hands were rough and hard from the construction work he did. He raised his hand and brought it down on her bottom. She gasped, and tightened up her bottom against the next blow. "Relax that tush", he told her, and his hand came down on her again before she expected it to. "OW!" she exclaimed, forgetting that he'd said no talking. He smiled, he knew he had not hit her that hard for an "ow". He landed several light blows, and kneaded her butt cheeks through the denim cutoffs. She was moaning on his lap and squirming from the pleasure she was feeling. Dave smiled, seeing her obviously horny brought the devil out in him. He gave her ten quick hard swats that had her squawking, then told her to get her purse, they were going out to dinner. He helped her off his lap and pretended not to notice the shocked look on her face. She had gone from near orgasmic to neatly deposited on the sofa by herself, watching Dave meander across the living room towards the hall.
He chuckled as he washed his hands, and cleaned up for a trip down to their favorite chinese restaurant. She wasn't meeting his eyes when he came back from washing up, and she squirmed in the passenger seat of the pickup on the way to the restaurant. "What's wrong, baby" Dave asked innocently. He knew those last few swats had to have hurt her, even through those jeans. She just looked over at him with a look that bordered on cross and humiliated. "I rather thought it might go on a bit longer, is all." She admitted. Dave kept his poker face on. "Oh, that wasn't enough, was it?" He hadn't thought it would be. Once he saw how she enjoyed what he was doing, he meant to make her ask for more. It just seemed like the natural thing to do! "You just keep squirming in those cutoffs my darling", he replied, "and enjoy your dinner, because I'm not done with you yet."
Dave had warmed up to the idea of spanking his girlfriend as dinner progressed. He saw a different woman at the table. She was a little quieter, a little more subdued. He had been giving thought as to how he might impress upon her that he was a willing participant in her desire. After they left the restaurant, Dave made a stop at the hardware store and made her come in with him. They went to the paint department and Dave saw his friend Al working the paint shaker. After the obligatory banter, Dave asked Al if he could get a couple of the big paint stir-sticks. "Gonna be painting the shed this weekend." He added, as an afterthought when he saw her face going beet red. "Good weather for it", Al replied.
"I have never been so humiliated!" she wailed when they got back in the truck. "I..." Dave cut her off brusquely. "Ah ah ah - you need to hush up my bad girl. I should have made you ask him for those sticks and let YOU come up with a reason why we need them!" Her lips tightened and she remained silent the rest of the way home.
When they got home Dave wasted no time in telling her to remove the cutoffs. "Now, my bad girl, you will bend over the back of this sofa and you will wait for me right there!" She didn't argue, but she complied, unbuttoning the shorts and letting them drop to the floor. The thong she was wearing made a bright pink triangle at the top of her butt crack when she bent over the couch.
Dave took a position beside her, and began to softly paddle her with his hand, taking time to knead and massage her skin every few strokes. He gradually hand-spanked her harder, landing blows on first one cheek and then the other. Her bottom blossomed slowly to a blushing pink under his rough hands. He smiled as he spanked her, relishing the view, and the sounds she was making while this all occurred.
He reached for the paint-stick then, and began to apply it lightly to her bottom. She gasped, and tried to tighten up against it's stroke. He could see her clench her cheeks, and he could see her unclench as the sting increased on her tightened butt. He pulled on the thong as he spanked her, and he smiled as she wriggled her clit against the silky fabric. It rubbed on her shaved pussy just right and made her squirm. Her moans of pleasure were taking on a new intensity, and he noticed how she writhed against the sofa back while she waited for the next blow. He was getting the hang of flicking the paint stick against her skin, getting the maximum smack he could out of the lightweight wood. Her bottom was turning bright red, and she was finally trying to reach back to stop him from any more. "Oh, that's enough!" she cried, and repeated, and repeated again as he swatted her over and over. She was saying "enough", but her delectable butt continued to beg him on. He caught her hands and held them while he delivered just a few more swats with the paint stick. Her ass was a deep and rosy red all over where he had been spanking her. He realized his cock was rock-hard and ready to penetrate her deeply. He chuckled and reported to her how very red her bottom was and how very horny it made him. She replied by begging him to please fuck her, and he couldn't refuse her any longer. He slid every inch of his cock into her while he held her hands behind her back. She gasped as he filled her up. His loins slapped again and again against her crimson butt and the sight of it just made him harder. When she finally screamed in ecstatic orgasm, he too released himself to the glory.
He led her onto his lap as he relaxed onto the sofa. She winced with a smile as she came to rest and curled up against his chest. His heart swelled with love for her when she looked at him with admiration, and thanked him for the evenings pleasure. He wasn't surprised when she told him she hoped it was something he would do again.
She simply amazed him, and he loved her endlessly. After seven years, something new had begun. Dave had really liked spanking his woman as much as she liked getting spanked, and he grinned lazily as he began to formulate her next spanking.
Some day you'll spank me... er thank me for this!
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