“Do you wanna spank me?”
I’d never been asked that before, and the invitation definitely got my attention. On our third spend-the-night date there was foreshadowing this might happen. Before I went down on her, Kristie pulled out two looped ropes from between her mattress and headboard and asked me to help tie her up. At the time, she said, “because tying yourself up is a little like crucifying yourself – how do you hammer in the last nail?” Yep, our humor matched! Now restrained to her satisfaction, I made myself busy savoring the task at hand.
Maybe I missed having fingers run through my hair during, but Kristie squirmed and squealed and tugged at her ropes – passionately enjoying my work. This continued as we fucked afterwards, to where she’d pulled one of the still-tight-on-her-wrist restraints from wherever it was secured. Finally, as I was nearing climax she enthusiastically requested, “cum on me, cum on me!” I pulled out, snapped off the condom, and shot a foot-long streak up her soft middle that she smeared into her skin. Start wondering about where the road goes after that, and spanking is probably going to be on the map.
“Sure.”
I smacked my right hand on her ample right asscheek without about the amount of force one hits their own leg at the sound of a good joke, or maybe when trying to pound the dust off your jeans.
“Harder…”
I’m trying to process this all while plunging deep in her pussy from behind, trying to concentrate on keeping that going well and good. This time I bought more force to her curvy right cheek, right about to when you’re trying to express to the dog the behavior was unsatisfactory. “Not trying to hurt you, but getting your attention because I really don’t want you doing THAT again.”
“Harderrr…”
A tinge of impatience crept in this time. Not regarding anything we’d already been doing,…
…from one of our first times, “do you feel that?”
“Feel what?” still buried deep inside her, I paused.
“You’re ‘hitting bottom’, nobody’s ever done that before.”
And I’d never heard that said before… That’s no frantic, between thrusts “you’re so big” that might or might not just be cheering on an easily-flattered caveman to a better performance…
…but back to the present. I’d got this part right, I’d got the oral part right, and things were going really well.
She wanted to go somewhere new and I wanted to go there too. What to do, what to do… and no time to waste thinking this through…
With as much force as I could muster, I reared back and smacked that ass as absolutely hard as I fucking could.
SMACK!
It was the loudest sound I’d heard in my life up to that point. Christ as my witness I thought it was not just people in the next apartment, but the next non-adjacent building in the complex who’d momentarily stop whatever they were doing and shout, “What was that?” It was a split-second moment like a car crash that stretched time out but still managed to echo off the walls. That was a solid home-run shot. I was fearing the next sounds I’d immediately hear would include ”You TOTAL ASSHOLE!! Get out of my bed, out of my room, out of my apartment,” as well as, “don’t call, don’t expect a call.”
Thankfully no, the noise immediately following the frozen second was this descending shuddering moan from a dark and scary place that was all entwined with ecstasy and pleasure and satisfaction and pain and wanting and expectation and years of God-only-knows, Kristie just sort of pushed back to keep me buried deep inside while that horrifyingly beautiful moan slowly faded.
I don’t completely remember how that encounter actually finished, but that moan is coming with me to the grave. We snuggled sleepily into the sheets afterward and there was no discussion. Nothing. We went about our weekend as had become the routine, thankfully avoiding that ‘we need to talk’ moment I was busily preparing a ‘but you said… and then you didn’t say…’ defense against.
Saturday became Saturday night and the rented video ended. Not yet tired and not wanting to start another film and truly be tired afterward, we took things into the bedroom once more. At least I was still welcome there. Kristie again assumed the position for me to take her ‘kitty style’ so the thought again crept in – again? Would I? I absolutely grabbed her hips with more enthusiasm, fucked her for all I was worth and she hungrily pushed back at me, breathing got quicker, moaning got deeper.
“Spank me now.”
SMACK.
“More, more”
SMACK!
“More…”
SMACK!!
“Moremoremoremore…”
SMACK!!!
“Nnghhh. Goddd!! YESSS!!!” She didn’t just cum, I think that smack knocked her past climax and boosted her into orbit with a shudder. She came, I came, the walls and ceiling came.
The neighbors, fortunately, did not come.
And with the candles blown out, Kristie curled against me from behind and quietly whispered “Up until last night I’d never had the courage to ask.”
“You sound glad that you did.”
She just purred contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
