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A Novel Idea
How do you let someone know that you want to be upended over his knee and given a thorough spanking. I’ve had enough trouble admitting it to myself, let alone to someone else. Yes I know a lot of men like the idea of giving their women spankings, but what if YOUR man isn’t one of them. If I admit this desire perhaps he will be put off me. That’s my dilemma.
Peter is a great guy. We have great sex. But somehow something’s lacking. I’ve read a few stories on the internet about consensual spankings – even about non consensual spankings – and boy do they turn me on? How do I get Pete to do it to ME.
I’ve tried being bratty in the hope he’ll lose his rag. He doesn’t. He’s an equable sort of guy – and I start getting worried the bratty act will put him off me too. Its not really me. I’ve tried dropping subtle hints – but perhaps they are too subtle.
It was when I was travelling out of Gatwick Airport I found the answer. I was browsing in the Books Etc. bookshop in the airport when I found a couple of shelves of erotic novels in a far dark corner. Initially I didn’t realise what they were and pulled one with an interesting title out to glance through. On reading the blurb on the back I realised this was a novel about domination and while it didn’t seem to my taste I furtively checked out a few of the others, all the time looking around to make sure no-one could see me checking out this embarrassing material. If anyone else seemed to be coming near this section I moved away and pretended to be reading something from somewhere else.
The third booked I picked up claimed to be about sensual spanking. Now I had to summon up the courage to purchase it. I sort of disguised it with a second mainstream crime novel and went to the checkout. Well I didn’t immediately – there seemed to be too many people around it – I waited for a hiatus in purchasing and strode up to the counter, proffering the two books. I was blushing furiously when I passed them over, but the lady assistant didn’t seem to turn a hair at my purchase. I made sure they were in a bag so no-one else could see them.
I was on a fairly short flight – to Genoa and found myself in a seat with no-one next to me so got a chance to read the book without anyone else seeing. The heroine managed to get herself thoroughly spanked, fingered, massaged and screwed four times in the first twenty-five pages. God it made me horny. I finished the book in my hotel room that evening and managed to masturbate to orgasm twice, but could I have done with the real thing? I even tried spanking myself with a leather belt, but it only made me crave for a man to wield it.
When I got home a couple of days later, I left the book out in the bedroom. Peter was an avid nighttime reader and I knew he’d pick it up at some time. It took a couple of days for him to find it and when he did I really got butterflies in my stomach. He started to page through it, then he looked at me, looked back at the book and started to read in earnest. When he’d got through about ten pages (two spankings I estimated), he leaned up and looked at me and said “Jenny, do you find this stuff arousing?” I admitted that I did.
“Well so do I – very” he responded. “But do you want me to do this kind of thing to you, or is it just fantasy?”
“I think I’d like to try it a little” I said hesitantly, but I think he knew, and I certainly knew, that I’d like to try it a lot.
“OK” he said. “I’m all for it, but you’re going to have one sore bottom” I almost came at the thought. Just thinking about it set my loins on fire.
“I’m going to take this book as a guide – we’ll go through every spanking in it. If you still want to be spanked after all that then we’ll invent a few things of our own. But – if you agree to start, you’ve got to agree to do every one. By the way how many spankings are there in this book?”
“About thirty” I said – “and about 300 orgasms”
“Whew – some going. Well we’ll start right now – looks like I don’t need anything too special for this one, but looks like I’m going to need to buy a few things for some of the others”. He started paging through the book, a wicked smile on his face. “I think I know where I can buy a riding crop OK, but handcuffs, nipple clamps, a birch, a cane and what the hell’s a flogger?. Think I’m going to have to do some research. But this looks OK, a hairbrush and a slipper”
“Now Jenny, go and get the clothesbrush from the hall – it’ll do instead of the hairbrush – and one of my old leather slippers from the cupboard and present yourself back here over my knee in two minutes.”
My butterflies had turned to kittens! I remembered that the first spanking the heroine had suffered was very hard and very painful as it was described. Would Peter spank me as hard? Half of me hoped he would, while the other half was terrified.
I dashed downstairs and retrieved the clothesbrush. I didn’t like the look of it at all. It was shiny brown wood with a long handle. I slapped my bottom with it gently as I came back up the stairs – even that stung. Applied by a 6ft male with some power. God what was I letting myself in for.
I got the slipper from the cupboard as well. Peter was sitting on the bed stark naked – he always went to bed with nothing on. He looked like the cat who had swallowed the cream and his penis was protruding upright from his lap. He had the book open next to him.
“Over my knee” he said.
I did as I was told. As in the book he started with a handspanking and massage between my legs. I came so fast and so hard it surprised him. “Hold on” he said. “That wasn’t in the book. You’re not supposed to come until the slipper”
“A bonus” I said
And then it was time for the slipper.
“My mum used to slipper me when I was a little boy” he said, “and hell did it hurt?” So saying he gave me twenty spanks very hard with the slipper across my poor unprotected bottom. (He’d already pulled my nightie up). At the end I was beginning to wish I hadn’t given him the damn book. My bottom was throbbing, I already had tears in my eyes – and I still had the hairbrush (sorry clothesbrush) to come. But then he started massaging my poor bottom easing the sting out of it.
“God your bottom’s hot” he said. I could hear him turning a page over in the book – “but not half as hot as its going to be” I could sense the wicked smile on his face.
He carried on rubbing my bottom and then between the legs. It felt terrific again as I built up to the second orgasm. He kept me just there for an age. Wow. What a sensation. When I came my head seemed to leave my body it was so strong.
“Sounds like you liked that” he said. “Be quiet or you’ll scare the dog”
I couldn’t think of any sharp retort, my pussy was still hot and he was still massaging it. He got me well aroused again and then I felt him pick up the clothesbrush. I clenched my buttocks against the pain that was certain to come. How many I thought. I seemed to remember the heroine took twenty before collapsing in floods of tears in the book. Well I wasn’t going to cry I thought.
I thought wrong. God the clothesbrush hurt. Peter, the bastard, gave me the full twenty spanks and hard. I was shouting for him to stop after about six. He paid no attention. I tried to get off his lap, but he held me in place. I was in agony. Then it was over. This time it took ages for his comforting hand to soothe the pain in my bottom, but it did to an extent. The probing between my legs also took longer to have an effect – but it did as I rose to another orgasmic high, bucking around as I came violently yet again.
“Now its my turn” said Peter, lying back on the bed, his penis sticking straight up. I knew what I had to do – I’d read the script.
I slid my lips over the end of his penis and massaged and squeezed his balls, licking the shaft, sliding it in and out of my mouth. When he was near to coming I stopped. I did this three or four times, getting heavily aroused myself despite the continuing pain in my bottom. Then I climbed on, easing his penis into my vagina and rode him gently until I could feel myself coming. I increased the tempo and watched Peter’s face. He always made a face like he was in agony when he came and as soon as I saw that expression starting I bounced up and down rapidly. We came together. I could feel the ejaculate spurting inside. God I felt good.
We cuddled and kissed for an age. I stood up.
“Better go and have a look at your bottom” said Peter. I turned and looked in the mirror. It was red for the most part with purple and vicious purply green splodges. “I think you’re going to wear you battle honours for several days” said Peter as he turned to the book again. “Oh but you’re due another spanking tomorrow morning” he said smiling.
Tomorrow morning! I knew I couldn’t take another one so soon although I started to get wet again at the thought.
“Can’t we just do the sex part tomorrow morning” I said in a pleady sort of voice.
To my surprise Peter concurred, but I think that was because he was a little frightened by the colour my bottom had gone.
“OK, but we’re going to go through this book as promised. I’ll just lengthen the timescale”
I cuddled up beside him in bed. My bottom was throbbing, but somehow I slept better than I had done in ages – to be woken by Peter kissing my pussy at dawn.
“This is the sex bit after the next spanking you haven’t had” he said between mouthfuls.
What a nice way to be woken up!