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Month: June 2022

My Kinky Lass Craves A Bright Red Ass

28 June 2022 /

Some of the spankings I have described in the blog are a long way from where I started. I wouldn’t contemplate spanking at all until I got with my now-husband, a result of being terrorised by threats from my parents as a child.

During one of our late-night fantasy chats, my husband spoke about spanking. In his fantasy, he loved it (both giving and receiving). In his fantasy, he didn’t wield his paddle or hand for control, he did so for fun and love, and in his fantasy, so did I.

It was that night I opened up to him about why I hated spanking. He cuddled me as I sobbed in his arms. I had come a long way, but sometimes, my past still spikes the present. He didn’t want to upset me, so he said he’d leave it as a fantasy.

But I wasn’t prepared to leave it. If I left it, I let the ghosts of the past win. So, a few days later, we were cuddling in bed, and I brought spanking up. I had questions, but most of all, I wanted to know why he wanted to try it. He spoke about erotic stories he read online, that talked about a close connection that came out of spanking. Like with most kinks, these stories came with a good dose of control or punishment, but as we don’t do power, he thought our spanking would be another close connection filled with love. On top of this close connection, he liked the idea of a glowing red ass, radiating heat and very pleasing on the eye.

He also found the idea of someone not being tied up, just lying there and taking a hard spanking or paddling very erotic. The fact that they could choose to get up and leave but choose not to was a mega-turn-on.

He grabbed a tablet and showed me his favourite piece of erotic art. It is an animated image called Dish Duty and depicts a woman bent over a sink, with a bright red ass and cunt on display. I can instantly see why he loves the picture. As well as being exquisitely drawn, it is such a multi-faceted picture. It would be very easy to see control or abuse in that picture, but that isn’t what I saw. What I saw was love and contentment – a happy woman carrying on with daily life despite an extremely hard spanking. She seems content, she seems happy. Her panties are around her knees, indicating that she was spanked there, and has carried on with the washing up after. I think he could see some of me in her, including her mid-back length blonde hair, her happiness to display her cunt and I love being fucked bent over the sink with my tits dipping in the water. Yes, that is a very good choice for a favourite piece of erotic art.

After I had finished taking in the breath-taking image, I cuddled up to my husband, and as often did, I ended up kissing him with one of his hands on my ass. I whispered in his ear to slap my ass once. I was expecting a short crisp clip, but it was somewhat more than that. It was quite a high velocity impact with his hand. I kissed him and got out of bed to look at my ass in the mirrors. There was a faint but clear hand print on my ass, with fingers splayed apart. We were both admiring it and my husband photographed it, but I told my husband not to do that again unless I asked.

But I didn’t hate it. I didn’t recoil. The terror didn’t show up. As I went to sleep, my ass was still stinging. I felt happy. I had the first inkling of why people like spanking. I drifted off thinking of the woman in Dish Duty and imagining myself as her.

A few weeks later, we were playing around, and my husband ended lying across my lap with his ass in easy reach of my hand. I didn’t give it much thought; I just raised my hand and gave his ass a good crisp spank. He looked at me and smiled, wiggling his ass as he did. I spanked him a second, a third, a fourth time. I stopped at 24 spanks (according to his sex log). My hand was stinging, yet it was clear he was eager for more.

The following morning after he had gone to work, I ordered our purple satin paddle. I figured that I would be able to do more strokes with a paddle than with my hand. A couple of weeks later, I got him over my lap again, with his ass up, and then I produced the paddle. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I only used the soft side for his first paddling and got up to about 30 before I called time. I was still nervous about overdoing things, but he clearly loved it. Over the following months, I quickly increased to 60 strokes, with a few of the hard side. It turns out he much prefers a high number of strokes from the soft side than fewer with the hard side. I did my best to oblige.

But amongst all this spanking fun, I couldn’t get Dish Duty out of my head. You see, over time, I realised that I really wanted to be her. I wanted to be someone who was spanked with love, with devotion. I wanted to be the person with the ass so red that it would take days for the stinging to wear off. I wasn’t sure if reality would be like my fantasy, but I was becoming more and more certain I wanted to find out.

So, I bought three picture frames to give to him. In one, I put a print of that picture, and in another identical frame, I wanted to put something about me. I left a third one to put an actual picture of me recreating Dish Duty, with a bright red spanked ass.

I knew my husband liked the phrase “a well-behaved lass has a bright red ass”, although he wasn’t keen on the behaviour and control bits. I started playing around with the words before lass, starting with “a kinky lass”, before realising that to be specifically about me, it should be “my kinky lass”. A good start, but “has” wasn’t appropriate, as at the time, I never had. I mused with “wants” and “needs” before settling on “craves”, a much stronger sentiment more in keeping with how I felt.

He opened Dish Duty first and loved it, he opened my words second, and you could see the excitement in his eyes. He opened the third frame, in which I had put a piece of paper that said “Reserved for my eventual recreation of Dish Duty.” He had a big smile on his face, but I didn’t say anything; I just produced our paddle (around which I had tied a bow), I rearranged him on the chaise and bent over his lap, bearing my near white ass to the world in close proximity to his right hand.

I could hardly believe it. I was craving being spanked, and here I was bearing my poor ass in the hope that I was about to receive my first proper spanking.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 /

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part One)

6 June 2022 /

Victoria has always worked in a male dominated industry and was good at her job, and yet around nine years ago (when she was about 23), she was passed over for promotion several times. Despite receiving feedback, she was never sure why, and just got more and more frustrated over time.

One night, in her head, she was screaming “Who do I have to fuck to get promoted?” Desperation really, but over the course of the night, she rationalised that it was a good idea. She liked sex, she was pretty used to mediocre sex, and who knows, the boss she chose to fuck might actually be a good lay.

She had already worked out the power of her body, but she had never given thought to actively using that power. In fact, it disgusted her really: the whole thought was totally the opposite of her personal moral code.

But over the following weeks, several things happened that convinced her she needed to put aside her revulsion and start fucking her way to the top. None of her rivals for promotion were playing fair, so she decided it was time to use what she had.

It was strange that once she’d taken the decision, she felt a new calm. Finally, she was doing something about it. But who to fuck? Her current supervisor was a sleaze (and probably the reason she wasn’t promoted), so she definitely wasn’t fucking him. She went up the command chain, ruling each one out until she got to the managing director of the company. He seemed like a decent guy, and he had clearly taken a shine to her on the odd occasion they had come into contact. And there was the added bonus that he had other sites to look after, so he wouldn’t be there every day.

An opportunity emerged a few weeks later when the company was looking for volunteers to man a stand at a trade show. She knew he’d be there for quite a bit, so this was her chance. She was a bit disappointed though, as despite flirting relentlessly with him, he showed no flicker of interest. On the final evening in the bar, she virtually threw herself at him (she described it as she had the dignity of a baby giraffe), and still nothing. She was resigned for her plan not working, and had started thinking about a plan B.

But then, a few days later, out of the blue, she received an email from him saying he wanted to take her out to dinner to thank her for the hard work she put in on the stand. She was all excited but realised the email might not just be an excuse to get together but might actually be being truthful about the reason. She needed to stay calm and see where it went.

She put on her tightest figure-hugging dress and the best bra for it, which happened to create a really good deep cleavage, and paired it with the tiniest sexiest thong panties she owned. She popped a toothbrush in her clutch bag (a sign of intent if ever there was one), and she prepared herself for a night of hot sex, or a night of disappointment.

The first hour or so was business like, without a flicker of interest, and she had resigned herself to it just being a nice gesture. At one point in the conversation, he spoke about the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with not being in charge, which is why he loves running a business. She didn’t realise the significance of that comment until a little later.

The turning point was whilst waiting for their dessert order to arrive. She decided that she needed to powder her nose (in a very English lady kind of way), and after she excused herself, as she got up, he said in a very matter of fact way that he didn’t think she’d need to be wearing panties when she came back. It was such an out of the blue comment that she just found herself nod once as if in confirmation, and she turned to go to the ladies.

Now she was getting excited. If he wanted her without panties, he’d get her without panties. She wasn’t blowing this now. She felt a tingle in her cunt, giving her feelings she didn’t often experience – that of an aching desire to be filled with cock. This was more than about promotion now; this was about her getting a good fuck.

She was both nervous and exhilarated as she rammed her tiny panties into her clutch bag. She kept reminding herself not to jump him, and to act suave and sophisticated. It was the not knowing that made this delicious. As she left the ladies, she was trying to channel high class escort rather than cock hungry slut.

She walked back to the table and sat down opposite him. He said something she couldn’t remember and she just opened her clutch bag and showed him the contents. He lifted them up a little with a couple of fingers, smiled and said how much better that was.

And then the desserts turned up. She had to pretend to give a shit about a slice of cheesecake whilst the small talk returned. Once they had finished, he asked her if she wanted a nightcap back at his hotel. (No, she wanted a fuck, but a nightcap might get her there). It was all business on the journey back, through reception and right into the suite. It was massive and had a private balcony overlooking the city skyline all lit up.

She went out on to the balcony and looked at the view. She got a little lost in the view and didn’t really register him behind her. She felt his hand in the small of her back, bending her over the balcony rail. She looked over and registered him, realising his eyes were filled with lust. She smiled at him and turned back to face the view, as he lifted up her skirt and pushed his hard cock into her cunt in a single slow deliberate movement.

Neither of them said a word as he started sliding his cock in and out, getting more and more frantic as he slammed his cock into her. She knew she wasn’t about to cum, so she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock with everything she had. It was clearly too much for him, as soon he got even harder and then she felt him spewing cum deep into her cunt.

When he was done, he pulled out and she started to move, to which he told her she hadn’t been given permission to move yet. She settled back down, cummy cunt on display towards him into the room. She sneaked a look over her shoulder and he wasn’t wearing anything below the waist and was walking round with his cock hanging out without a care in the world.

She waited with the cool air circulating round her cunt until she heard him behind her. He told her that if she wanted him to fuck her again, she needed to pass a little test. She was a little nervous but determined. After all, this was what she had planned – using her body to get ahead.

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