It was two weeks since my wife had agreed to give me a spanking. The soreness and bruises had gone but there was a lingering awkwardness. It had obviously been a massive turn on for both of us but we hadn’t really talked about it. Sarah was obviously waiting for me to bring it up, but had given me a few playful whacks on the ass in passing along with a knowing grin, probably in the hopes of breaking the ice. I knew it was silly after practically begging to be spanked and going through with it, but as a man, it was difficult to reconcile the humiliation of it with normal married life.
I heard the front door and Sarah appeared with a bag of groceries and a short bob haircut that framed her face and made her neck look even longer and slenderer than usual.
“I dropped off the kids. Coffee please,” she said and flopped on a kitchen chair.
“You went short,” I said, getting up and pouring her some coffee.
“Thought it gave me an air of… authority.” she replied, smiling slyly, “Like it? Dan, we haven’t really…”
“Love it. I know, I’m sorry, it’s just…” I handed Sarah a mug and sat opposite her.
“Your wife spanked you on your bare bottom and you’re not quite sure how to proceed?”
“Well, now you put it like that… yes.” I could feel my face blushing red.
“Well, just between you and me, it’s a bit of a conundrum for your wife too. Like, am I a dominatrix now? Should you call me mistress and obey my every command?”
“No, Sarah! It was just a fantasy! I just wanted to experience what it would be like and am so grateful that you went with it.”
“Well, that’s a relief, though the obeying my every command part was kind of tempting. I suppose the big question is, do you want to do it again?”
“Do you?”
“Oh hell yes, smacking your cute little bum till it turned red and you squealed gave me a real charge.”
“I did not squeal!”
“Happy to put that to the test, young man! In fact, my hairdresser talked me into buying this.” She rummaged in her purse and drew out a large, square-backed wooden hairbrush.
“Let’s see if I can make you squeal.” She smacked the brush into her right palm meaningfully, then pushed her chair back from the table meaningfully.
I stood in a bit of a daze and walked around to face her.
“Everything off except your underpants. I like pulling them down.”
I stripped to my jocks and she hiked up her dress, parted her knees and beckoned me between them with a finger, then whisked them down to my thighs with a flourish and ushered me over her lap. Five minutes ago, I’d been sipping my coffee and browsing Facebook.
“Sarah,” I said, wriggling to balance myself, my hardening cock, “I’ll probably regret this, but I want you to really let me have it. I want you to make me squeal and buck and be out of control. Don’t hold back.”
“In that case…” She pushed me forward and swung a leg over mine, scissoring me in place.
The hard wood patted my backside. I could feel goosebumps rise.
“Prepare yourself.”
CRACK!
The sudden violence of it shocked me. I grunted. There was no warm-up and she was laying it on with a will.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Five full-strength blows and the searing pain caused me to involuntarily try to escape, nearly toppling over the chair. She stopped. I was relieved and disappointed.
“Hmm, this won’t do. Get off,” she said, giving me a push.
She took my hand and led me like a child to the living room and sat on a couch, hiked up her dress again and patted her thighs. Still shocked by the brutality of the previous short onslaught, I simply gaped.
“Come on, you asked for it. The sooner you’re over my lap, the sooner I can have you bucking and squealing.”
Hands gripping my bruised ass, I was having second thoughts. My loving wife’s had become slightly scary with her obvious determination to cause me pain.
“Get over my lap now!”
Her air of no-nonsense impatience prodded me into action and I climbed aboard the spank train again, surrendering my backside to the loving ministrations of my life partner. She locked her right leg over mine. Tap tap tap went the hard wood. Her right leg tensed, holding me down. I could feel heat radiating from her groin. It was strangely comforting to be restrained like that and have my choices taken away. Her arm lifted, her body shifted slightly and she launched back into it.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
She was alternating cheeks, really snapping her wrist on impact. It’s hard to imagine how painful someone slamming a piece of wood into you is until it’s happening, but I was definitely getting the picture. It was funny, but I thought beforehand that sure it would sting, but as I knew there wouldn’t be any lasting damage, I could just ride it out.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
She was breathing quite hard with the exertion; I could feel her putting her whole body into the strikes, at about two per second. The sheer violence of her relentless assault was exhilarating. I began to squirm and grunt as pain overloaded my senses. I put my right hand back to block the blows. She gripped my wrist and held it tightly in the small of my back. I was effectively trapped with her leg over my thighs and could only squirm desperately. My grunts turned to OWs and OUCHes, turned to a sort of wailing with what could only be described as the occasional squeal, but I was well past any thought of retaining my dignity.
This went on for what felt like eternity but was probably only two or three minutes and I started to surrender to my beating, my squirming slowed and I was making a sort of guttural grunt in time to the impact, my mind completely focused on my blazing backside. It was a strange sort of bliss, which I dropped out of when the hairbrush stopped and we were still, both breathing heavily from our exertions.
“Whew!” said Sarah finally, “You want some more of that or you want to fuck now?”
I started to speak but was brought short by CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! as she swiftly administered five stingers.
“Fuck it, I’m the one calling the shots here. Get inside me now.”
She pushed me off roughly, pulling down her panties and lying back, lifting her dress, legs spread.
Sarah taking charge caused my cock to stiffen on demand. I clambered between her thighs and thrust into her without preamble, much like my beating, me naked with a glowing red ass, thrusting between her silky bare thighs the rough cotton of her dress up rucked-up over her lacy black bra. We fucked like animals, Sarah hissing, “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to!” which honestly didn’t help, but I held on until she orgasmed, and then pumped load after load into her in ecstasy, my cock deep inside her pulsating cunt.
I lay blissfully tangled with Sarah for some time, feeling the heat spread from my backside through my body, as well as that combination of shame, humiliation and eroticism that came from being spanked over my wife’s knee. Her fingers gently traced the damage and she forced me to meet her gaze.
“It’s weird for me too,” she said, reading my thoughts, “Spanking my husband’s bare bottom, but it’s also hot as hell. Being fucked is mostly lying back and letting a big strong man stick his big hard cock in me and filling me up with his sperm, which I love, but I like being in charge too! I like being the one making you squirm and moan! I like making my mark on your. Cute. Little Bottom.” She punctuated the last three words with gentle smacks that, after what I had already endured made me wince.
She smiled at my expression and grabbed my ever-betraying cock, which had begun to rise to the occasion again.
“Hmm, seems you enjoy it now and again as well. In fact…”
She kissed me then pulled back, a mock-serious expression on her face.
“I believe you came inside me without permission. Very naughty indeed.”
She pushed me off the couch and pointed imperiously to the brush, which had been discarded on the floor at some point.
“Hand me that.”
She stood and lifted her dress over her head, her body stretched and magnificent.
“Sarah, I’m pretty sore.”
I stood and handed her the brush. Sarah unclipped her bra, freeing her magnificent tits. I was fully hard again.
“Come on, Dan, I played along with you, and now you’ve unleashed a monster, and now the monster wants to fuck you. You can appease it by taking some more of this end.” She smacked the brush against her palm.
“Or this end.” She indicated the handle, making it quite clear where it was going to go. Fuck, I was not ready for that. Not sure if I’d ever be. She put her arms around me and ground her belly against my cock, her eyes burning. She was a livewire, a force of nature.
“Come on, Dan, indulge me.”
“Okay, you win. I’ll take the flat side, I’m not sure if I want you sticking that inside me…”
She grinned wickedly, “We’ll work up to it, maybe. Okay! Bend yourself over the arm of the couch this time I think, see if I can get a proper swing at you this time.”
“Sarah, that was pretty hard before.”
“Dan,” she put her arms around me and kissed me deeply, her nipples hard against my skin, “Take. Your. Fucking. Punishment!” She smacked the brush against my backside for emphasis.
Adrenaline kicked in and I didn’t protest as she guided me into position and put her knee up on the arm of the couch. I looked back over my shoulder and saw my naked wife, skin aglow with exertion and sex, raise the hairbrush, eyes intent on my poor ass. She glanced at me for a moment, eyes bright.
“You’re a goddess,” I said simply.
She blushed and smiled, then raised the brush above shoulder height, her breasts shifting deliciously. Time seemed to slow.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Reality reasserted itself as my second beating commenced, rapid and furious. She placed her hand on the small of my back to steady herself so she could strike with full force, reinforcing my feeling of being totally under her control.
“OH! GOD! SARAH! UH! UH! UH!”
I craned my neck, fascinated by the sway of her ass, the shifting muscles of her back, glistening now in a light sheen of sweat, and the arc of the brush as she rained blows with metronomic regularity. It was a dance, my hips swaying in a futile effort to avoid her blows, her face intent on her work, the meaty smack of the brush striking my behind and my grunt and wince in response. She caught me staring and smiled serenely, redoubling her efforts.
I passed through into that zone of acceptance, quietly sobbing as she increased the intensity, and was barely aware when she stopped, threw me onto my back on the couch and impaled herself on my cock, rocking herself to a shattering orgasm, leaning forward, close, hair on my face, whispering, “You can come now, my bad boy” and I came hard inside her until I was completely drained.
“Holy hell, Dan, that was amazing!” she gasped as she lay on top of me, my cock slowly shrinking inside her, her weight pushing my hot backside into the couch.
“I think that’s probably all the spanking I can take for today,” I said dreamily.
“That’s probably enough to keep you in line for today,” she giggled, “roll over and show me the damage – FUCK that’s got to hurt. I ‘ll get some cream.”
I lay passively, gazing at her gorgeous rear view as she walked to the bathroom, emerging with some cream and proceeding to gently rub it in, soothing the damage she’d done just a short while before.
She led me gently to the bedroom. “Are you okay, Dan? That was pretty intense!”
I assured her I was fine. Better than fine.
She helped me under the covers and climbed in next to me.
“Thank you, Sarah, that was incredible,” I murmured.
“Thank you, Dan. I love you,” I heard as I dozed off in her arms.
