My husband sat upright on the chaise part of our sofa, and I bent over his knees and upper legs. My 34H tits hung down to the left side of his legs and my hands and elbows rested on the sofa on his left side (keeping my body horizontal). My feet touched the floor on his right, my legs spread so that my weight rested on his upper legs, and so that he had great access to my cunt. My white marble like ass was then proudly sticking up to the right, and his right hand gently stroked my ass cheeks.
The anticipation kills me every time. Just waiting the eternity for that first strike of his hand. I was ready. I wanted to be spanked. I needed to be spanked. This was a recreational spanking, a spanking for fun, not for control or discipline. We both spank each other, and today it is my turn to be spanked. I love the acts of contact, I love the attention my ass gets as he’s spanking me, I love the bright red ass in the mirror, I love my tits swinging in response to each contact and I love the throb that reminds me for many hours of what has happened to my poor defenceless ass. I even love that phrase “my poor defenceless ass”.
I felt his hand leave my ass and then a second later felt the full force of his hand landing on my right cheek. I sometimes count but didn’t this time. I wanted to focus on my ass. He hit his favourite spot, at the bottom on my cheeks in an up and under manoeuvre. The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth all hit the same spot on alternating cheeks with increasing force. This was the start of the warmup before he moved on to the main event; to the implements he had chosen.
I knew the drill – we’ve done this a lot. I stay in position. If I happen to move by the force of the strike, I have to retake the position as quickly as possible. I need to not say anything other than numbers or to answer a question, and I need to muffle and stifle as much other sound as possible. On no account do I try to protect my ass, either by moving it or with my hands. Once I bend over, he’s totally in charge. He decides how many strokes I get and with what implements.
He got to twenty on each cheek and started rubbing my ass with his hand, a sure-fire signal that I was in for a long spanking. We have found that if he rubs my ass occasionally with the hand or paddle, it means that I can take significantly more strokes. (Most of the time I want a higher number of strokes, even if they are delivered with a less painful implement). The act of rubbing seems to rub the pain across my cheeks, allowing them to take more punishment.
After about 30 seconds of rubbing with his hand, he started again, each stroke as deliberate and forceful as the previous one, each stroke delivered precisely to that same area. I looked across at him and smiled at the concentration on his face. He enjoys spanking me as much as I love being spanked.
To deliver a good spanking is skilful, and over time he’s honed his technique to what gets me going. Slow and deliberate strokes, each delivered with a maximum force are much more effective than quick rhythmic strokes. The slowness gives the effects of the stroke time to take hold, helping to build that fire that denotes a good spanking.
He reached forty strokes with his hand on each cheek and again rubbed at my cheeks, before switching hands and rubbing my cheeks with his left hand and dropping his right hand between my legs to sample how wet my cunt was. He called me a slut because of how sticky a spanking made my cunt and he sucked my wet sticky juices off his fingers, before playing with my cunt for a bit. He wouldn’t let me cum, as if I did, a switch would flick in my head, and I wouldn’t want any more strokes. No, it was in his interest to keep me wet and excited, nearing orgasm but not getting there.
When he thought I’d had my cunt played with enough, he picked up my go to paddle. It is purple satin, with a hard side and a soft side, and the soft side was his next warm up phase.
The feeling of the soft side is different from his hand. It is a more even contact, with the force over a smaller area than the hand. He said my ass was starting to go a nice pink colour. He knew I always want a proper red, and he knew what he had to do.
I glanced up at the big screen on the wall. He had two webcams set up, one pointing at my tits (so that he could watch them swing away in time with each stroke), and another pointing square on to my ass and cunt (so that I could see first-hand how red my ass was without moving off my comfortable position).
The paddle contacted both cheeks at the same time, and we were back to slow deliberate high-power thwacks. He accelerated the paddle head all the way down and stopped its progress only with my poor ass. Twenty of those were followed by a rubbing of my cheeks with the paddle. The caress is different with a paddle too – it is rougher and less sensual – it is almost a warning of strokes yet to come. My ass was starting to sting now, but there was a long way to go before this spanking was completed. Once the thirty seconds is over, he started with the full thwacks again.
The final twenty with the soft side of the paddle led to more left-handed rubbing and right-handed cunt playing. I was very slick by then, and he spent a few minutes getting his hand sticky with my juices, then licking them off. If Victoria was here, her mouth would be licking and sucking at my cunt, but he didn’t want to move me to do so himself.
Once upon a time, that would have been enough of a spanking, but not now. I still have the final part of the warmup to do, twenty thwacks with the hard side, more ass rubbing and another twenty with the hard side. By this time, each strike with the paddle certainly got my attention, and my ass was getting a deeper pink all the time.
He took another chance to scoop my cunt juices out, whilst soothing my ass with his left hand. I knew I’d been spanked, and he judged that I was suitably warmed up, so it was time to start the main event. I was desperate for some cunt relief (but I wasn’t about to get an orgasm) and some ass relief would have been nice (but my poor defenceless ass was going to get more punishment not relief).
I was about to find out what he was going to use on my poor defenceless ass now. It was expecting more painful and more unforgiving. I was breathing quite heavily, a mix of my heightened sexual situation and the anticipation of the working over my ass was about to receive. The anticipation kills me every time.