This spanking currently only exists in my fantasies, but who knows, give it a few days and it very well be my reality!
I broke a rule, I know I broke it, but maybe, just maybe my boyfriend won't know. I have an agreement to get my homework done on time, or else. We arrive at his place and he asks me if there is anything I have to tell him. I'm an actress, why can't I lie? Oh yes, I remind myself, it's because I'm a spanko!
"I haven't completed my assignments" I say, "but you don't understand I went out of town, I didn't have time."
"Well maybe you should have thought of that before taking a trip for the weekend. As you will soon see actions have consequences. Now go into the bedroom and be ready by the time I get there."
"Drew, honey, I'm not really in the mood to be spanked." I fib to heighten the mood
"I don't care, you are earning yourself more slaps by the minute!" He says firmly
I rush into his room, my heart is thumping my vagina is pulsating. YES! this will rock!
I lie on a pile of pillows naked from the waist down, I wait for what feels like forever, I would actually get bored, but the prospect of Drew walking through that door at anytime keeps me present.
I begin to masturbate when Drew walks in belt in hand. He looks at me longingly, temporarily forgetting the task at hand. Then as if slapped out of his spell his face hardens
"That is not the ready position." Drew says "This might be harder than I thought."
All of a sudden WHAP I feel the belt wrap around my backside.
"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee" I screech, holy shit that is not what I was expecting, but this is a punishment spanking and I have no say in the matter.
WHAP WHAP WHAP
Drew continues to lay them on rapidly I barely have time to breath.
After five lashes he takes me over his lap
"What are you sorry for?" he asks as he spanks with his hand.
"I'm sorry I didn't keep my commitment."
"What else?" He asks patiently, his hand coming down hard and fast on my burning sit spots.
"Umm... Not being responsible."
"And?" he could do this all day until I get the right answer.
"AAAHHH! Shit that hurts Drew stop it!" I squeal
"That's the point, honey."
SMACK SMACK SMACK
"I'm sorry I disrespected you." I say finally understanding what he was searching for.
"Good! Now let that be a last!" He says with his last five swats
He begins massaging my sore bottom, he knows that drives me wild. His hands find his way in between my wet lips.
He laughs at how excited I am
I remove my top and bra and unbutton his jeans, and the ensuing sex is the most passionate, playful, and perfect experience... Describing an experience like this could only dull the extraordinary time we had, the passion and joy and play present do not exist in our world of language, and that is why I love Drew, wholly and completely.
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Thursday, May 1, 2008
My first AMAZING spanking (REAL SPANKING RECOUNT)
I had hinted that I enjoyed spanking, well actually I had flat out told my boyfriend the first time we were together that I liked spanking.
He was my first, and after our first time, I was excited to get to the good stuff-- The spanking I'd been waiting 20 years for.
Two days ago I told him what I want: I want rules, I want disobedience of these rules to be punished severely but oh so lovingly, to be preceded with anticipation and dread, I want to experience my bottom ache and sting so much I shake all over. I want to experience the amazing sex after and a sting that lasts for days. He gave me all that and more.
He had just driven me back to my dorm, I stared at him longingly. (I should not have read Bonnie's blogs knowing we couldn't be together that night) it was 11pm and we both had to get up early the next morning. I turned to Drew and told him my fantasy. He was intrigued. Being dominant played into his machismo.
"So, I could spank you for the comments you made to me earlier tonight?"
He said playfully referring to some digs I made earlier.
"You can spank me for whatever you want." I replied laughing coyly. I could feel the pace of my heart shift. HOLY SHIT! AM I ACTUALLY GOING TO DO THIS? I thought as a mingling of joy and fear surged to my most sensitive spots.
He turned his car on and drove away from my dorm and back to his place, we ransacked his place for implements, and decided that the hand might be enough for a first timer, but kept a belt and slippers nearby in case.
He went to the bathroom and told me to lay down naked from the waist down over a stack of pillows. I took off my pants and underwear, my heart was racing faster-- It's actually happening, the event I have been waiting for my whole life, the event I masturbated to, before I knew what masturbation was. I laid down on the pillows like he said and realized I left my socks on (does that count as bare from the waist down? I don't know) So I ripped them off as he came through the door.
He brought in a candle and turned off the light.
My heart was pulsating, my body shook, I could feel my pussy begging for him in me. And then THWAP it happened I began leaking so fast, I tingled all over, it was the sting I was looking for. He continued to hit me, hard and fast, then slow and methodical, I couldn't really guess what to expect next, SLAP, SMACK, THWAP... He kept on hitting me until I could hardly take it, I almost wanted to employ my safety word, but I didn't dare-- THIS is what I wanted, this is what I yearned for and my whole body felt at home. Faster and harder, each smack was sharper than the last, I moaned and yelped, and if he noticed, he didn't pay it any mind.
When he was done he slid his finger through my lips, I was more wet then I knew I could be. We played for a bit, giving my newly broken in bottom a rest. As we played, limbs entangled, he grabbed and massaged my sore bottom. It stung and tingled, exciting me more than anything we did, and priming me for my second spanking of the night.
My second spanking was a little less scary than the first, but more painful. I should let you know Drew is a body builder, his smack is not something to play around with (or maybe it is). He spanked me at least another 50 times, I involuntary screamed out with the THWACKS that came sharper than I ever imagined possible, I tried to shift my sore spots, but to no avail. When the spanking finally came to an end, I was so excited I longed for his member to find its place within me, but with a glance at the clock he decided drove me back to my dorm craving him, there would be more time the next visit over his lap. I smiled and I walked into my dorm room pleased as could be
It is two days later and the memory of the spanking appears in wooden chairs, but after that night all I can say is I look forward to the many play dates to come, and the day my bottom will warm up to implements.
He was my first, and after our first time, I was excited to get to the good stuff-- The spanking I'd been waiting 20 years for.
Two days ago I told him what I want: I want rules, I want disobedience of these rules to be punished severely but oh so lovingly, to be preceded with anticipation and dread, I want to experience my bottom ache and sting so much I shake all over. I want to experience the amazing sex after and a sting that lasts for days. He gave me all that and more.
He had just driven me back to my dorm, I stared at him longingly. (I should not have read Bonnie's blogs knowing we couldn't be together that night) it was 11pm and we both had to get up early the next morning. I turned to Drew and told him my fantasy. He was intrigued. Being dominant played into his machismo.
"So, I could spank you for the comments you made to me earlier tonight?"
He said playfully referring to some digs I made earlier.
"You can spank me for whatever you want." I replied laughing coyly. I could feel the pace of my heart shift. HOLY SHIT! AM I ACTUALLY GOING TO DO THIS? I thought as a mingling of joy and fear surged to my most sensitive spots.
He turned his car on and drove away from my dorm and back to his place, we ransacked his place for implements, and decided that the hand might be enough for a first timer, but kept a belt and slippers nearby in case.
He went to the bathroom and told me to lay down naked from the waist down over a stack of pillows. I took off my pants and underwear, my heart was racing faster-- It's actually happening, the event I have been waiting for my whole life, the event I masturbated to, before I knew what masturbation was. I laid down on the pillows like he said and realized I left my socks on (does that count as bare from the waist down? I don't know) So I ripped them off as he came through the door.
He brought in a candle and turned off the light.
My heart was pulsating, my body shook, I could feel my pussy begging for him in me. And then THWAP it happened I began leaking so fast, I tingled all over, it was the sting I was looking for. He continued to hit me, hard and fast, then slow and methodical, I couldn't really guess what to expect next, SLAP, SMACK, THWAP... He kept on hitting me until I could hardly take it, I almost wanted to employ my safety word, but I didn't dare-- THIS is what I wanted, this is what I yearned for and my whole body felt at home. Faster and harder, each smack was sharper than the last, I moaned and yelped, and if he noticed, he didn't pay it any mind.
When he was done he slid his finger through my lips, I was more wet then I knew I could be. We played for a bit, giving my newly broken in bottom a rest. As we played, limbs entangled, he grabbed and massaged my sore bottom. It stung and tingled, exciting me more than anything we did, and priming me for my second spanking of the night.
My second spanking was a little less scary than the first, but more painful. I should let you know Drew is a body builder, his smack is not something to play around with (or maybe it is). He spanked me at least another 50 times, I involuntary screamed out with the THWACKS that came sharper than I ever imagined possible, I tried to shift my sore spots, but to no avail. When the spanking finally came to an end, I was so excited I longed for his member to find its place within me, but with a glance at the clock he decided drove me back to my dorm craving him, there would be more time the next visit over his lap. I smiled and I walked into my dorm room pleased as could be
It is two days later and the memory of the spanking appears in wooden chairs, but after that night all I can say is I look forward to the many play dates to come, and the day my bottom will warm up to implements.
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