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Month: July 2022

When Discomfort Is Sexy

Through his first two years at university, my now husband carried on sexually servicing both Debbie and Val, his cock and his tongue both getting regular action from both of them. He was connected to their cunts at least three times a week each during term time, and occasionally out of term as well. He knew both women fucked other men too, and he was fine with that. He didn’t need any more than these two lovely females gave him.

Some of his fondest memories came when they’d been fucking for about five months. There was this one day when Debbie came to his room and she seemed a little different. He thought he saw a twinkle in her eye right from when she arrived. She had been chatting openly and freely on all sorts of non-sexy topics for a good hour, when he noticed she was squirming in her seat.

He seemed to remember confessing to her in a drunken haze one night that he found this sort of desperation sexy, but it had been a throwaway comment and one he never expected anything to come from.

But over a couple of minutes, her discomfort was clearly growing and he noticed that her nipples had hardened and were now poking through her blouse. She couldn’t fail to have noticed his growing cock.

Eventually, during a bout of extreme squirming, she finally admitted that she needed a piss, and she nipped across the hall, but both the toilet and shower were engaged, resulting in her returning to his room. At this point, he knew it was deliberate, for whilst she was outside his room, she could have gone to the toilets in the bar, which was a minute away, or even in her own room, which was a minute further on. Furthermore, from where she was sitting, she could hear the bolts on the toilet and shower, so she would have known they would be engaged.

But as she came back into his room, she locked his door and began trying to ease her discomfort by squeezing her thighs together and hopping about. Her discomfort was such a turn on, and he thinks she knew the effect she was having. She was soon doubled over, her hands pushing against her clothed cunt and her legs squeezing tightly together (in what he’d come to know as a popular desperation manoeuvre). In no time at all, she was pleading with him for help, and he wasn’t about to suggest she leave to use one of the toilets back near the bar; this was too damned sexy and he was intrigued where it would go. As to where she would go, he made the obvious suggestion: that she should piss in the sink in his room. All the students pissed in their sinks, especially at night; he was sure Debbie would have done so before, and indeed she had, but never with an audience.

The next thing he knew, he was helping her to get her trousers and panties down, and onto the sink for what he describes as one of the seven wonders of the modern world, watching a woman piss. Aware that this might be a one time deal, he decided to not do anything to protect her modesty, and indeed to watch in close up detail. So, whilst he steadied her, she held open her pissflaps, and gave him a clear view of the piss emanating from her urethra. Her bladder must have been really full, as her strong stream started almost instantly that she spread her pissflaps and went on for about two minutes, before starting to taper off.

As her flow dried up, she asked him for some toilet paper, but he had none, so with a naughty glint in her eye, she told him he’d have to lick her dry – it was the least he could do. All too quickly, he was lying on the bed with her kneeling with her legs either side of his head and her slightly pissy cunt pressed into his mouth. At first, he placed his hands on her ass, but after some serious licking, he locked his hands over her upper legs and held her in position, as his licking turned from piss removal to general cunt exploration and bringing her towards orgasm.

As his tongue explored her folds, her body started moving in time with his tongue, and her moans started getting louder. He felt her thighs press against his head and her body tensed and her cunt started to get more lubricated and stickier, something his tongue was doing its best to devour. When he had cleared up most of her juices, he stopped and looked at her. She put her hands to the back of his head and gently pushed his face into her cunt, a clear instruction to carry on licking. This time, he was much more meticulous in his endeavours, making sure that he reached every millimetre of her cunt that he could. Her body motion was like she was riding his tongue, his head was gripped in place. She was in charge now, and she was using his tongue exactly as she needed.

And exactly as she needed was a long, slow, deep tonguing. He was worried his tongue would tire as her riding his face was going on for ages, and yet her wetness was steadily increasing, and her breath was getting quicker and quicker, and when she began to cry out, he switched his tongue to focus solely on her clit, and in no time, she was cumming again. He kept her cumming for a good half a minute, before she gently pushed on his forehead and told him to just clean her up, which he was happy to do.

She got off his face, bent over and gently kissed his lips, said thank you, and went and sat back on the chair she started in, and immediately began talking about an assignment, as if nothing had happened.

After she left, his mind went into overdrive, thinking over the events. She didn’t ask him to look away, in fact she made sure he was close and had a perfect view. She even knew he didn’t have toilet paper, as she asked him for some the day before. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced it wasn’t accidental, and that made him happy.

The whole group met at the bar that evening, and nothing was said about the incident between him and Debbie, until he was standing at the bar later in the evening, and Val came over to him to add her drink order, and with a twinkle in her eye, she said how she’d heard how good he was at helping a desperate damsel in distress, and how that’s something it is really good for a girl to know. She then swung round and sashaying off back to her chair.

He smiled to himself. Clearly Debbie and Val had talked about it, and he surmised that Debbie enjoyed herself and Val was enjoying teasing him, but he did wonder if she was intrigued by what she had heard, and therefore whether there was a chance he could see her piss too. He really wanted that. That day was a good day, not only did he confirm how sexy a woman needing a piss was, how turned on he got by female desperation, but he also found out how much he loved watching a woman piss in close up, a love he has never lost to this day.

My Kinky Lass Gets Her Bright Red Ass

So, there I was, 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 I planned for that first proper spanking to be right now. With the framed Dish Duty in view, I was eagerly awaiting feeling his hand making contact with my ass.

But instead, I heard his soothing voice, telling me to stay as quiet as possible when being spanked; no words and ideally no groans or yelps either – just focus on the sounds of implement and ass, and the sensations within my ass. That would be hard – I’m pretty vocal usually, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.

After his words concluded, the wait seemed like hours. I’m sure it wasn’t long at all, and then it happened. A high velocity strike with his hand on my right buttock. It felt nice. A sharp sting followed by a warm sensation. I muffled a yelp. A second and third strike followed, before he switched to my left buttock for its three. He followed with another four to each side, each with similar power.

These were no play spanks; these were proper full-strength strokes with his hand. After seven on each cheek, he rubbed my ass with his right hand and stroked my hair with his left, as he asked me how I was feeling. Very happy. Slightly delirious. Ready for more. He obliged with a further three high powered strokes to each cheek, focussing on what was his favourite spanking location of up and under the lower part of the ass, the sweet spot he called it.

Then he picked up the paddle and rubbed the paddle backwards and forwards across my stinging cheeks. This seemed to distribute the warmth across my cheeks and was quite soothing. Whilst he did this, he told me I was doing well with my noise, but that it would be harder with the paddle and therefore I really needed to focus on my noise and on the paddle.

I felt the rubbing of the paddle stop and the paddle leave my cheeks and then make contact with my cheeks very quickly. It was the soft side, but it was a hard stroke and it did sting and I did make a muffled yelp.

Of course, the paddle strikes both cheeks at the same time, so there is an intensity shift from his hand. Intensity is also higher because the area hitting each cheek is smaller, but more even than his hand.

He used the soft side twice more across both cheeks, and he checked me again, before applying three more slightly lower down my ass. Then he paddled me twice with the hard side of the paddle up and under to the sweet spot before finishing off with two more with the soft side on the same spot.

My eyes filled with tears as the two hard strokes happened. They hurt, and it was a real fight not to scream out. There is something different about the sweet spot, and the strokes there were amazing. I could totally see why he focusses on it. Those two hard strokes were almost overwhelming.

With those hard strokes, I knew I could recreate Dish Duty, with some practice. I have a fairly high tolerance to pain, but the sharp stings of each stroke still gained my attention, and the throb of my ass was pleasurable, if not slightly serene.

He felt that was enough for my first time, and he suggested I admire my ass. As I did so, he took a photo if it (something I always did when I spanked his ass). I was very satisfied, but my ass was disappointingly only a little pink.

It was whilst I was standing there that I realised just how far from Dish Duty I really was. My poor ass would need to take quite a spanking and paddling before I got anywhere near to the picture. But I was determined to recreate it and fill that picture frame, so at that moment, I decided the fate of my poor defenceless ass.

Before I could get up, I felt his left hand on my lower back gently pinning me down and his right hand drifted down from my ass to my cunt, which was very slick with sticky juices. My cunt gave away just how much I enjoyed that. He started working my cunt with his fingers, running a fingernail across my clit, and I was bucking and braying in seconds. He did that twice more, including the last time holding me right on the edge of orgasm for a good couple of minutes. That last orgasm was huge, and I was exhausted at the end of it. As I sucked my juices off his fingers, I smiled at the thought of many spankings still to come, both him and me.

Over the next few months, I was spanked regularly, increasing both the number of strokes and the type. I soon learned that the quickest way to redden my ass was to use the hard side of the paddle, so I asked my husband to focus on that. A few warm up swats with his hands and the soft side, then focus on the hard side. As he got more practiced, he was able to improve his aim. Whilst for redness, strokes all over the ass are required, but his focus on my sweet spot is what really made me cum. He became quite adept at hitting my sweet spot over and over again, with alarming accuracy.

Of course, the joy of spanking is that I get to spank him too. He prefers to have a lot of softer strokes rather than fewer harder ones, yet on a practical level, I’m not really able to do that many strokes before my arm hurts. So, with a degree of inevitability, he had to progress onto harder strokes too. I almost exclusively focus on his sweet spot now, as he is less interested in the all over spankings and redness of his entire ass like I am.

Something else I have perfected is working on his cock with my left hand whilst spanking his ass with my right. He has very little control when I do this, and he seems to cum multiple times when I work on him in this way. I have also found that if we are fucking, and he starts to go soft, a few swift clips with the paddle (often whilst his cock is still in me) restores structural integrity for his cock and gets him going again. I call the paddle “my remote control”.

Spanking is a whole new world of kink, and one I’m massively enjoying. My ass has never been red enough to recreate the picture, and once my thighs have reduced in size a little, I will get there, I will recreate Dish Duty (only without the panties, as they really aren’t me) and he will have the picture on his office wall next to the original and my statement. This kinky lass does indeed crave a bright red ass and gets one quite often!