We were lying on our sides, head to toe, and Lorraine was gently stroking my cock, whilst I explored between her legs with my hands and mouth. I’d pushed the gusset of her sheer black panties to one side, exposing her gorgeous, hairy pussy, and was enjoying the view as I spread her folds and kissed and played with her.
We had been fooling around on my bed for a little while. I was naked, whilst Lorraine, to please me, had dressed in sexy lingerie. In addition to the panties, she had on a lacy black bra, which just covered her small, pert tits; her long, firm legs and powerful thighs were encased in black stockings, and a black and red suspender belt framed her well-proportioned bottom and luscious pussy. A pair of black, Mary Jane heels completed the picture. She looked sexy as hell and had happily posed for me so I could take some pictures. I thought she could easily pass for a young dominatrix. I wondered how much of that was wishful thinking…
Lorraine had been my girlfriend for nearly a month now. She was a nineteen-year-old trainee nurse I’d recently met at a party. Me? I was a twenty-two-year-old young naval officer. It was at one of the regular parties at my Naval College that we’d found each other. Our parties always attracted the nurses – two groups of horny young people with, for the most part, only one thing on their minds…
Our first night together – the night we met – hadn’t gone entirely to plan. She’d invited me back to her room, but unfortunately, I’d drunk too much alcohol and wasn’t able to perform as Naval tradition required. Lorraine had laughed it off, though, and instead, I had introduced her to the delights of cunnilingus – a first time for her, surprisingly, which more than satisfied her drunken ardour!
Despite that slightly rocky start, we had started going out. She was now a guest at my parents’ house for the weekend, though fortunately, they had both gone out for the day, allowing us the opportunity to enjoy some intimate time together.
I heard a gentle moan as my tongue started to lick and delve into Lorraine’s sexy honey-pot. Since that first time, she couldn’t get enough of my tongue. I, too, enjoyed oral sex – enjoyed the giving of pleasure, and knew it was my redeeming feature in bed. I knew I wasn’t the world’s best lover as, unfortunately, I tended to cum very quickly when I got inside a girl – I couldn’t help it, I just got too excited. So, it was just as well that I could give pleasure in other ways…
And speaking of “other” ways of giving pleasure – at the same time as I was kissing and licking Lorraine’s adorable pussy, my mind was wandering. I was having the same dilemma I had every time I went out with a girl for any length of time. Was I going to ask her if she would spank me? And if so, when? Would this be a good time?
I was never spanked as a child. But I’d had a desire to be spanked ever since, at the age of sixteen, I’d first read a story about it in one of my Dad’s girlie magazines – Fiesta, I think it was. I’d found the magazine in my parent’s bedroom. I’d never seen one before and had no idea that my Dad kept them. But for some reason, this one was left out on their bed. I can’t remember what I was doing in the room, but I do remember being astonished at seeing it. I was in my pyjamas at the time, so it must have been in the evening.
I picked the magazine up and started flicking through the pages and was, of course, aroused by the pictures. But then I discovered the readers’ letters section, and immediately found I was even more turned on by reading what people got up to in real life. I was conscious of my parent’s downstairs, but was riveted, and kept reading them. One of the stories involved two women wrestling each other naked in front of their husbands, with the winner to spank the loser. I remember that my heart was racing and, at this stage, my young teenage cock grew rock hard and protruded through the fly of my pyjama bottoms.
As I neared the end of the story, one woman was finally victorious. The loser, who was also the narrator of the story, was told to bend over for her spanking. It was as I read this that I touched my cock and spontaneously erupted, so erotic did I find the story. It was my first time ejaculating and I didn’t really know what was happening, except that I’d made a mess that I needed to clear up before I was caught!
I’d never read anything like it and couldn’t understand how the thought of being spanked could be so erotic. But I was hooked from that moment, and have wanted to be spanked ever since.
Unfortunately, I’d never managed to fulfill my fantasy. Sometimes I didn’t have the courage to ask, and sometimes my request had been dismissed or laughed off. Which made it all the harder to ask the next time. So, other than a few timid slaps on my bottom from one previous girlfriend, I’d still never been spanked. Not properly, anyway.
I had spanked myself occasionally, with a variety of things like a ruler, wooden spoon, and a riding crop I’d acquired when I learnt to ride horses. I’d also bought a leather tawse from a sex shop. But none of these things really satisfied the need I felt. The need for a woman to take me to task… And besides, you couldn’t really get a good swing when you spanked yourself. It just didn’t work.
I didn’t really know Lorraine that well, yet. She seemed quite vanilla in a lot of ways. She liked fucking – missionary or doggy style; adored me licking her pussy, and had sucked my cock a few times, letting me cum in her mouth. Beyond that I wasn’t sure. She did have a perverted sense of humour, and occasionally got a wicked glint in her eye which intrigued me. But the idea of asking her to spank me was still scary. Still, we’d got on well so far…
Maybe it was time to bite the bullet. How to begin…?
‘Um, Lorraine…?’
‘Mmm?’
‘I don’t suppose – I don’t suppose you’ve ever spanked any of your boyfriends?’ I said, a little nervously, but trying to keep the tone light.
‘No, of course not,’ she replied, preoccupied with my cock. ‘Why would I have?’
‘Well, I don’t know. Um, I thought, you know, maybe some guys might quite fancy it…’ Lame, Jason, really lame! I sounded ridiculous.
Lorraine stopped what she was doing, propped herself up on one arm, and frowning slightly, looked at me.
‘Some guys?’
‘Er, yes.’
‘Not you though?’ She wrapped her free hand around my cock, gripping me firmly.
‘Well…’ Gawd, this was embarrassing!
‘Well, what?’
‘I – I thought we might try it,’ I said, rapidly losing any confidence I might have had.
‘You want me to spank you?’ she said evenly.
‘Well, it was just a thought,’ I said, weakly.
‘Oh, yes?’ she said, raising her eyebrows. ‘Just a thought?’ I could feel her grip on me tightening.
‘Um, yes…’
‘So, you like the thought of me spanking you, do you?’ she said with a mischievous smile.
I drew in a breath – Jesus – my balls were tightening and I could feel my cock wanting to…
‘Don’t answer that! Are you coming?’ she exclaimed, quickly letting go of me. Pre-cum starting leaking from me as I gritted my teeth and desperately tried not to shoot my load.
Lorraine quickly climbed off the bed and stood facing me, her hands on her hips. She looked like a young goddess.
‘Let’s find out how much you want to be spanked!’ she said. ‘Face down on the bed, now!’
I looked up at her, uncertain.
‘I said, turn over – bare bum facing me!’ she repeated, a glint in her eye.
Still embarrassed, I did as she said, wondering, finally, if my fantasy was going to come true. And, for a moment, wondering if I might regret it! I could feel her looking at my bottom. Then she started to smack my buttocks hard with her hand, alternating each cheek.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
I found myself gasping as she spanked me.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘My Mum spanked me when I was a girl!’ Lorraine’s words were laboured from the effort of smacking my bottom.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘It used to hurt, and I always ended up crying!’
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
She stopped, out of breath.
‘You really want me to spank you?’ she asked again. I could hear doubt and uncertainty in her voice.
There was no doubt in my mind, though! I was finally getting what I’d always wanted! My bottom was stinging, yes, but it was a good stinging! I was in heaven and raised my bottom in answer.
‘Yes, please…’ I whispered.
She breathed out and I heard the words ‘okaayyy then, Mister – you asked for it…!’
And she started spanking me again, only harder this time, and without let up. I could feel her put one hand on my back to balance herself as she spanked me.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘I should get my Mum to spank you – you wouldn’t be enjoying it then!’
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
She continued, mostly alternating cheeks, but occasionally giving each buttock some individual attention, eight or ten at a time – I couldn’t really tell, I was losing count! My bottom was getting very hot and sore, and it felt wonderful!
She stopped again.
‘Is that the kind of thing you want?’ she inquired innocently, with humour evident as well as steel in her voice as she paused, breathless.
‘Mm, yes…’ I hesitated
‘You want more, do you?’ she asked, surprise in her voice.
I looked round at her, red-faced as well as red-cheeked.
‘Yes please, Lorraine,’ I whispered.
‘Hmmm – maybe you should be over my knee?’
If anything, my cock got harder at the thought of being over Lorraine’s knee. Oh, yes…
‘You like the sound of that?’
‘God, Lorraine, yes!’
‘Okay, you naughty boy, let’s switch places. Jump up!’
I crawled off the bed and stood up. My cock had never been harder.
‘Oh my! Who likes having his bottom spanked!’
I looked at my feet, ashamed. I could feel myself going even more red in the face.
‘You’re really enjoying this aren’t you!?’ she said, with just a hint of puzzlement.
I nodded.
She looked at me again, and I could see her make a decision. The amusement was still in her eyes, but she pressed her lips together, and her demeanour changed. She looked around my room, and her eyes locked onto my desk.
‘Right! Fetch me that ruler, and get over my lap, Jason! Let’s see if we can make your bottom as red as your face!’
Christ, she looked mind-blowingly sexy at that moment. She was being naturally dominant and taking charge of me.
I brought her the wooden ruler that I habitually used for my work, and bent over her lap, very conscious of her lovely stocking-clad legs and strong thighs – especially when they clamped firmly around my stiff cock.
‘Now try and move!’ she said wickedly.
I moaned, worried I might explode with the friction of her stockings.
‘So, Jason, I’m going to spank your bare bottom for being such a naughty boy! I saw you looking at my tits! I bet you were thinking about coming on them!’
She wasn’t wrong – I loved to cum on her tits, and she knew it!
She started to spank me with the ruler, this time with real intent. I think she wanted to know at what point I would stop enjoying it.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘My Mum used a hairbrush on my bottom, it’s a shame I don’t have one to use on you! That always used to make me cry!’
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘Do you want me to make you cry, Jason? My Mum always insisted a spanking wasn’t done until I was crying – but I’d have to give you a proper good hiding to do that. I don’t think you’d enjoy that quite so much!’
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘Um, I – I don’t really know,’ I replied, slightly breathless myself. I was also caught in the moment. ‘I think, maybe, I – I should experience it – at least once. Just so I know what it feels like…’
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
‘Hmmm… So, I do need to give you a proper thrashing, then. If I do it, I won’t hold back! I’ll make sure you get exactly what I got when I was a little girl. I’m not sure this ruler is up to the job!’
Huh! I thought I could help with that!
‘Um…’ From my position across Lorraine’s lap, I could see under my bed. ‘I think I’ve got something that might be…suitable.’
‘What?’
I hesitated, then reached under the bed and pulled a bag towards me. In the bag was my leather tawse and riding crop. I offered it up to her.
‘Take your pick.’
‘What’s this?’
She took the bag from me and opened it. Taking out the riding crop, Lorraine gave me a hard look. She flexed it. It was about twenty-four inches long and made of red nylon, with a black handle at one end, and a black keeper on the other. She thwapped it into her hands a couple of times.
‘This will do the job! If I use this on you, it’s really going to hurt,’ she said evenly. ‘You will get the thrashing you want – and so clearly deserve!’ She added these last words with a thin smile.
I nodded at her, acknowledging what she was saying, butterflies starting to waken in my stomach.
‘And you’re sure about this, are you?’
‘Um, not really, but…’ Shame started to show on my face.
‘Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we?’ she said matter-of-factly. ‘I think the time for discussion is over. Up you get! Time to change places again! I want you to bend over with your hands on the bed and your bottom towards me!’
I did as she instructed. As I bent over, I could hear Lorraine swishing the riding crop through the air to get a feel for it.
‘Are you ready then, Jason?’
Her tone was changing again. As my wonderful girlfriend got into it, she was becoming more and more assertive, bossier. We were moving from a playful spanking to what she called, “A proper good hiding!”
I was nervous, but I was also over the moon. Lorraine was taking me seriously. And she hadn’t made fun of me or belittled me or, worse, said that I was a pervert.
‘Hmmm, how many should I give you, I wonder?’ she asked. I could sense it was partly a rhetorical question, but she was, bless her, still giving me a way out.
‘Um, I don’t know…’
‘What is appropriate for a thrashing? Six? Ten? Twenty? Fifty?’
When she said fifty I looked at her.
‘Fifty? Really? Hmmm, I was joking, but perhaps you are right. Perhaps that is what a naughty boy like you needs!’
She walked over and leaned down so her face was next to mine. She actually looked concerned as we looked into each other’s eyes.
‘Hmmm – we will see. I don’t think you’re going to like this, Jason but if that is what you think you deserve?’
She let the question hang in the air, clearly wanting a response. I swallowed, then spoke.
‘Yes please, Lorraine. I want you to give me fifty strokes…’ I hesitated, then continued. ‘And I want you to make sure they’re hard, and I don’t want you to stop until you’ve given me all fifty, even if I’m crying or begging you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to be, to be properly thrashed!’
I listened to Lorraine’s steady breathing as, still looking into my eyes, she absorbed my words.
‘Okay, Jason. You’ve asked me to give you a thrashing; fifty hard strokes with this riding crop. I’m going to do what you’ve asked,’ she intoned. ‘You’ve told me not to stop, even if you beg me. Is that right, Jason?’
‘Yes. Yes, Mistress…’
‘I’m not your Mistress!’ she snapped. Then she paused, thoughtfully. ‘Not yet anyway…’ she said mischievously. She stood back up and moved behind me.
‘Right. Hold still!’
And with that, I felt the swish of air, heard the sound of the crop – and felt the first stroke land on my exposed bottom.
Thwack!
I gasped loudly, as the pain seared across my buttocks.
Thwack!
I hardly had time to yell before the second stroke landed, harder than the first.
Another gasp, louder than the first.
Thwack, Thwack!
Then the third, and the fourth. Lorraine wasn’t leaving much space between strokes. The fifth stroke caught me at the top of my thighs, where they met my buttocks and made me cry out. The sixth and seventh wrapped slightly, stinging even more, as the keeper caught me round the side of my thigh.
As the tenth stroke landed, Lorraine paused. My legs were trembling slightly and I tried to catch my breath. It was a lot more painful than either her hand or the ruler, and I no longer had an erection!
‘You want me to keep going?’ she asked evenly, though still with a note of concern in her voice.
I squeezed a tear out of my eye and nodded, too breathless to speak.
‘Very well, then. That was your last chance. And they obviously need to be a bit harder!’
And she started to whip me again. She wasn’t joking about being harder! Each lash was like fire cutting across my bottom. By the third stroke of her renewed onslaught, my gasps started turning into strangled sobs. By the sixth, I stopped trying to hold back and let the tears flow, crying openly. But I didn’t move. I desperately wanted Lorraine to continue. I wanted to see if I could take everything she could give me.
Lorraine was doing this because I’d asked her too – not because she wanted to – at least I don’t think she wanted to. But she obviously cared about me, because she wanted to do what made me happy.
She gave me all fifty strokes, just like I asked for. And I sobbed and cried through most of them, though I was pleased with myself that I didn’t ask her to stop! I wanted her to do it, and she did. I thought she was wonderful!
‘Last one!’
Thwack!
As the final stroke landed, I heard her say, ‘All done!’
And then it was over. She came over and sat down on the bed next to me. I looked at her, tears and shame in my eyes. The look of concern and compassion on her face made me break down completely. My face contorted into sobs as I buried my head in her lap.
She took my head in her hands and comforted me.
‘There, there,’ she said gently. ‘All over now!’
I must have laid there, with my head in her lap, for a good ten minutes. Eventually, I became more aware of her aroma. Lorraine’s panties were soaking! I could smell her sex and it was starting to have an effect on me. Finally, I looked up at her face. She was smiling down at me and seemed to sense what I needed.
She pushed her panties down her legs and off onto the floor. Then she pulled me up into an embrace. She kissed me, gently at first, using her warm lips and mouth, then more urgently as she reached down and started to stroke my now rapidly hardening cock. She lay back on the bed and pulled me down, guiding my cock into her hairy mound. It felt like coming home as I slid into her, her silky warmth engulfing me. I started to fuck her and, barely a few moments later I erupted with a groan and pumped my seed into her sexy cunt, totally spent.
I rested on top of her, but Lorraine wasn’t done with me yet. As I shrank, and started to slip out of her pussy, she put her hands on top of my shoulders and pushed me down off the bed onto my knees.
‘My turn now,’ she commanded.
Her hairy pussy was sodden with our combined juices. I could see my cum leaking out of her. I’d never tasted my own cum before and I hesitated. Then I felt Lorraine’s hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her, giving me no choice. Going with her desire, I slipped my tongue into her pussy and started to lap, lick, and suck, working my way up and down, tasting both her juice and, for the first time, my own salty cum.
It felt wanton – and it felt good! As I slipped my tongue right inside her pussy, pushing it in as far as I could, I reveled at the sensation of being surrounded by her pubic hair. Inhaling her dominant, female scent, I felt myself start to stiffen again.
Lorraine was moaning as I tongue-fucked her pussy, tickling her clit with my nose. Then, as I came up for air, I noticed some of my cum had leaked out of her pussy and made its way down to her arsehole.
I couldn’t help myself. My tongue just naturally slipped down from her pussy to her little puckered anus, slurping up cum as I went. I ran my tongue gently over her hole and then started to circle. I felt Lorraine stiffen, and then an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. I didn’t want to push my luck, so started to move upwards again, but then I felt Lorraine’s hand on the top of my head again, directing me, pushing me back down, commanding me to do what she wanted.
Not quite believing my luck, my tongue once again brushed against her anus.
‘Oh, yes,’ she moaned. ‘Lick me there…’
I started to circle her hole more firmly, at the same time using my thumb on her clit. I started to probe her arsehole with my tongue.
Lorraine took a deep breath.
‘Ohhhhhh…’ she whimpered.
Lorraine had given me the spanking and thrashing I wanted and needed, and now I wanted to show her how much I was beginning to adore her, worshipping her most intimate parts.
With my thumb circling her clit and my tongue pushing in and out of her arse, Lorraine started bucking. She pulled my head firmly into her as she came, and, as she did, I could feel more of my cum escaping from her pussy and trickling down her crack onto my tongue. I swallowed greedily as she clamped my head against her hot little bumhole. Her sphincter was flexing open and closed as she came and I used the opportunity to push my tongue even further into her sexy arse.
She cried out as she came again, and again, her whole body shaking. Only after she started to relax, satiated, did I pull my head away, and move up to cuddle her. I gently kissed her, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
—–
Later, as we dressed, she ran her fingers over my very sore bottom, admiring her handiwork – the mass of vivid, red and purple weals ranged across my buttocks and the top of my thighs.
‘I hope it wasn’t too much?’ she inquired soberly.
‘Not at all. It was perfect! I cannot express my appreciation enough.’
‘Oh, you expressed your appreciation perfectly, thank you very much!’ she replied, with an impish smile. ‘Did you enjoy kissing my arse?’ she asked.
‘God, yes!’ I replied, as I pulled her towards me and kissed her full on the mouth. After a brief hesitation, she responded to my tongue with her own and we shared the taste of our combined scent.
When we broke, she looked at me with a mock frown.
‘Hmmm, I may have to spank you again if you behave like that, you naughty boy!’ she said. ‘It’s time you learned who is the boss in this relationship, don’t you think?’ Lorraine asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Especially as I now know what you like…’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ I agreed, grinning at her.’
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