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Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

So We Weren’t Too Drunk To Be Fucked (50th – Part Four)

11 July 2020 /

I finally got my husband’s write-up of our drunk fuck in my hands, and Victoria was eagerly looking over my shoulder to read it at the same time I was.

I was worked up, I was in a sexy mood, and excited as I read the first line. “Well at least you didn’t throw up or piss in the car.” Cheeky fucker. Mind you, we were that drunk, it wouldn’t have surprised me if we did. We barely got into the car and took a couple of minutes to find the seatbelts, giggling the entire time.

I snuggled up to Vicki on the back seat of the car and I got a good strong dose of parfum de cunt. I buried my head between her thighs and started licking away at what I could reach of her cunt. She opened her legs to help and that allowed me to get my head further down and my tongue further in. As the thing mostly in reach was her clit, even in her drunken state, she was going to cum, and she played with my hair whilst I got her there.

After she came, Victoria started begging my husband for our expected fucks, whilst I tried to sound authoritative, reminding him of our consent and demanding cock; authoritative doesn’t work when you’re pissed.

When we got home, he had to help us out of the car and almost had to carry us in, one at a time. I was first, and he took me straight to the bedroom, stripped my dress and bra off me and rolled me on to the bed (so I ended up naked and face up).

He returned a couple of minutes later with Vicki in his arms and stood her at the foot of the bed. She lifted her arms to have her dress removed, then as he pulled it off, she collapsed and she fell face forwards, her top half falling onto the bed, her face being near my cunt.

When she finally spotted my cunt, she drunkenly started licking. It wasn’t her best licking effort; she didn’t get in rhythm, but she gave it a valiant go. He offered his cock to my mouth as Vicki was licking, and I swallowed it in and started sucking. It wasn’t a particularly focussed suck either, but it got him hard, which was useful.

He went behind Vicki, picked her up off her knees (by putting his hand between her legs under her cunt and lifting). Once she was standing up, bent over with her tits still resting on the bed, he drove his cock into her cunt. He rightly assessed she would be slick enough without warm-up, so he held onto her hips as she was bent over and just rhythmically fucked her. She had a smile on her face but was otherwise not that responsive. He was surprised, as he thought the chances of making her cum were non-existent, yet she got louder and louder and eventually came, and he did almost immediately as he was fighting to hold on.

He withdrew his cock and returned to my mouth to give me a taste of her cunt. As I sucked, I put my hand to my cunt and started fumbling around there. After a couple of minutes, Vicki seemed to notice, so she moved my hand out of the way, and she started fucking me with her fingers, and licking at my clit, and this time, she got enough rhythm to make me cum, although it took some time to get me there.

My husband stood watching the show and bringing his cock back to life. It didn’t take much.

He clambered onto the bed and lined his cock up over my cunt. Vicki stopped playing with my cunt, parted my cunt lips and moved her head back a little, allowing my husband to insert the tip of his cock between my lips. Then she let go and he deeply filled my cunt with his cock. I apparently sounded quite desperate when I said, “Fuck me, fuck me” and my husband started long steady strokes with his cock, meaning I went from nearly full to nearly empty every second or so.

Vicki moved her head again so that with every stroke, her tongue ran over his balls. This made him particularly hard and particularly big. It was a long hard fuck, as he was fresh from cumming in Vicki’s cunt, so he could last a very long time. And I just lay there and took every stroke, every inch, every throb. He said it was really obvious that I wasn’t responding as I usually would (as our regular sex is very emotional), and he felt like he was really using me as a hole. But use my hole he did and eventually, with the help of Vicki’s tongue on his balls, he managed to both make me cum and cum himself.

He then wiped his cock on my outer flaps (something that would make me feel quite degraded when I’m not drunk), and then he climbed off me.

Vicki started trying to move, and my husband went to help her up onto the bed properly. As she finally laid face up, she moaned slightly and started to fidget, particularly around the middle part of her body. My husband watched her distress for a minute, and then had a brainwave.

He gently pressed on her bladder, and it felt as hard as iron. Yes, the poor girl was distressed because she needed to piss. In a good piece of planning before he left, he had put protective coverings on the bed “just in case they were needed.” So, he opened her cunt flaps to reveal her pisshole, told her to just go ahead and piss, and pressed harder on her bladder to encourage her. He loves pressing on a female bladder, as normally, the muscles are not strong enough to stop piss forcing its way out.

But this time, there was no resistance at all, and he got to watch with delight as the piss flowed steadily from her pisshole. She seemed to not try to stop it; she just smiled in relief as her piss flowed. He pressed on her bladder a couple more times to ensure it was emptying.

There she was, Vicki the professional lying naked in her own pissy bed. The juxtaposition was delicious. Her piss was seeping over my side of the bed, and I started to try to roll away from it. He gently pushed me back so that my right ass cheek was firmly in a pissy bed, and he lightly held me down by the bladder. He opened my cunt flaps too, and then pushed harder down on my bladder. I squirmed a little, but he kept steady pressure on my bladder and copious amount of my piss joined Vicki’s on the bed. When I was empty, he left us in our drunken dozy state surrounded by our piss.

Three hours later, his cock had recovered and he was ready for some anal. He is quite used to turning us over when we are asleep, as sometimes we need turning over for a lazy anal session. Neither of us stirred much as he flipped us over, so he lubed up my asshole, inserted his cock and fucked me and came. I barely reacted.

Once he had removed his cock, he roughly inserted a substantial butt plug and left me there. He came back another hour later to do the same to Vicki, and as you know, he returned later to swap our butt plugs over and then to talk to us once we awoke.

It sounded amazing. Shame we were too drunk to remember.

Too Drunk To Remember (50th – Part Three)

5 July 2020 /

A friend of mine some years ago told me that she loved drunk sex. We’re not talking about the odd glass; we’re talking about proper intoxicated stagger home type of drunk. When she went out with the girls and her partner was staying at home, she would expect him to fuck her when she came in (whatever state she was in), and she gave him explicit consent to do so before she left.

There is a specific fetish for drunk sex. It isn’t the licence to go and pick up drunk people and rape them. It is for known and trusted people to agree in advance of getting drunk. I had wanted to try it for ages, but I rarely get drunk.

Well, I remembered this fetish when Victoria and I were planning to go out and get pissed, and we discussed it at length. We both ended up telling my husband we wanted him to fuck us when we returned home no matter what state we were in, and we very explicitly and precisely gave him consent to do so. If we said no at the time, then he should respect that (and he would anyway), but if we encouraged him or even if we didn’t object, then he was to go ahead and fuck us however he pleased.

My husband was a little hesitant, but he had to concede that if we wanted some drunk sex, there was no other way to give our consent, and given how categorical we both were, he agreed to give it a go. To be honest, I see it as only a step on from sleepy sex. We all have sleepy sex regularly, and we’ve given blanket consent for that beforehand. This is just a little more controversial, a little more taboo.

Well, I was so drunk that night I didn’t know how we got into the right car, how we put on our dresses properly, or even how we were able to stand. (Turns out Vicki didn’t remember either).

The first I knew after sitting naked at the table in the bar with a glass in my hand and my other hand smelling of cunt was emerging from my slumber. My head was being torn apart by a searing pain; it is at times like this that I remember why I don’t get drunk very often. I started opening my eyes, but it was so bright out there. I closed them again and tried to focus on what I could feel.

I was face down on a bed and my ass was filled with something. It was comfortable and very filling, so I am guessing one of our butt plugs. I put a hand back down to my asshole and felt the plug and I think I knew the one it was. I felt around it and I was a sticky mess. I scooped up a little of the stickiness and brought it to my nose to smell. It was a mix of lube and cum. Clearly, I’d been ass fucked as well as plugged.

My mouth was a little dry, but it tasted of Vicki’s cunt. That must have been after we left the bar, as I had rinsed my mouth out with plenty of cocktails after I licked her in the pub toilet, and I don’t think I licked her later at the pub. Fingers yes, tongue no. I smiled and sucked the stickiness off my fingers.

My mouth may have been dry, but the bed under me was wet. Very wet and cold. I couldn’t tell if I’d pissed the bed or squirted, but at least I could feel I was lying on towels.

I put my hand down to my cunt and scooped up stickiness from there. That smelled of my cunt juices and his cum. Good, he fucked my cunt too. I hoped he had enough for Vicki too. As I sucked on my fingers again, I wondered how Vicki was. My mouth was still dry, but now tasted of Vicki’s cunt, my ass, my cunt, and his cum. Yummy!

I tried to open my eyes again, and as they adjusted to the bright light, I could see we were in her bedroom with a naked Victoria face down on her bed next to me. I checked the stickiness from her asshole, and I gently moved her to scoop up her cunt stickiness to check and she had indeed been both cunt and ass fucked, and she had a butt plug in too. He had certainly been thorough, and I was content that we had clearly been suitably fuckable, even though we were so drunk.

I must have drifted off again, in amongst the head pain, as I next started to arouse as I left someone messing with my butt plug. They roughly removed it and shortly after inserted a different one (I could tell from how it felt that it was a different one). They fucked my asshole with the butt plug for a couple of minutes, before pushing it home and leaving us alone again.

At some point later, I had emerged from my groggy slumber and was looking longingly at Vicki, who by this time I loved enormously. My head was still trying to explode, and I still didn’t have enough energy to move out of this damp patch, which was pretty widespread. As I gazed adoringly, Vicki fluttered her eyelids as she started to come around, and she saw my contented face lovingly looking back at her. She smiled, and looked lovingly at me, before asking whether I knew how he’d fucked us. I told her what I knew, and she had a big smile. She said her mouth tasted of my cunt, so she’d clearly licked me out too, and she was in a damp patch on towels as well.

My husband must have heard us, because he came into the room, and he looked more than a little happy with his efforts. He asked how we were, and we both explained about our searing heads. He didn’t have much sympathy (and neither would I if I had been in his shoes).

I asked him what he’d done to us after he got home, but he said I’d have to read his fuck diary to find out, and he said I could use his fuck diary to write a blog post. He said we both did well though, considering just how drunk we were. That was infuriating, but the tease of being fucked and not knowing the detail is a part of the fetish, and the intrigue does add to it. We’ll find out soon enough.

He told us that it was afternoon already and he had to go back to work in a couple of hours, and he was going to ass fuck us both before he went. It felt good with him being a bit commanding. I told him my asshole is available whenever he wanted, and he stroked my hair and said he knew. Vicki reiterated that hers was too, for both of us, and I stroked her hair as she said it.

I really don’t know why I enjoyed it. I felt happy as soon as I came round, happy with that satisfied feeling. I will be interested to read what he did to us, but I know it was good and I know we’ll do it again at some point.

Lockdown Lewdness

5 June 2020 /

I know some people are having trouble through the lockdown because of being separated from partners. My heart really goes out to them, as I would be crawling up the wall. But luckily, my husband and Victoria are both with me, so there is plenty of sex and kinkiness available.

Both of them are working from home and full-time hours, and I spend time doing bits and pieces for my temporary role, but other than that, during the working day, I am mostly in my secretary guise, helping them both make time for sex and kink during the day by doing what I can to help them. Not one of those “at work” fucks has used the bed; all have been office-type positions that really reinforced the office sex dynamic. That has meant lots of sex bent over their desks and other positions, like sitting on his lap facing away from him with his cock inside me, his hands on my tits and me typing on the computer in front of me whilst he fucks me. The fun thing about positions like that is that he will check my typing afterwards and spank me for either being inaccurate or too slow. Either way, my ass knows about it.

In fact, since spanking is an important part of the secretary scenario, my ass has been spanked every single working day of the lockdown. Ow. As I’ve been doing work for both of them, they’ve both been spanking me, and sometimes multiple times in the day. Double ow. I love it though. I thought it might get boring, but it hasn’t, and I am loving all the spanking and the clothed sex and displaying that is going on.

Vicki’s ass isn’t getting away without being spanked though. He’s been finding things to spank her for, anything from being too loud in phone calls to licking my cunt too much to not licking my cunt enough to leaving a mess for me to clear up (that last two I get to spank her for).

As well as actual sex and spanking, there has been a lot of groping, flashing, displaying, hands up skirts and masturbating, and bending down to pick things up from boxes on the floor. There have even been some clothed tit-fucks, with one of us undoing our blouse to allow him to put his cock between our tits whilst still mostly being dressed for the office. That meant that for the rest of the working day, one of us was wearing a cum necklace.

We had to be careful with the timings of any activity that produces a visible result (like a cum necklace) or wearing something too see-through, as we’ve all been doing a lot of video conferences (like most people still working through lockdown have).

When it became clear they would both still be working they decided to establish a video conference position, a comfortable position with clear walls behind. Vicki made it clear that for her VCs, she intended to make them more exciting by being naked from the waist down, and tests of the VC showed that her work blouses didn’t look any more see-through on video than they actually were in real life.

I suggested, almost as a bit of a joke, that she should do her VCs on the queening chair, as it could be set as a good upright seating position and had a clear wall behind it. My husband found a table that was the right height for the laptop, and they did some on camera tests, and it worked really well. We then tested someone being in the underneath position on the queening chair, and you couldn’t be seen. So, the first VC that Vicki had, I was licking her cunt the entire time (and boy did that VC go on). I was careful to not get her so excited that she would cum, but nevertheless, she had a smile of her face for the whole VC. I heard someone say how bright and cheery she looked, and they had no idea why. When the VC finished, she closed the laptop and I took her that last step to orgasm, and it really didn’t take long.

So, the queening chair became the VC position, and we all did every work VC naked from the waist down. Sometimes, there was someone in the underneath position and sometimes we were penetrated by butt plugs, dildos, or double penetration dildos. My husband bought a couple of identical double penetration dildos especially. Each one has sizable realistic cocks for filling an ass and a cunt simultaneously, joined under the perineum, but they were carefully selected to allow us to sit down and work with our holes filled. He often had us both loaded with them at the same time, and sometimes bent us both over the desk and swapped them between us, so the one coated in my cunt juices and warm from my ass was put into Vicki’s cunt and ass and vice versa.

In another attempt to spice up the VCs, Vicki decided that when her clothes allowed, she would do VCs with her nipple clamps or suckers in place. Doing the VCs without a bra made her tits move in a sexy way and improved her mood no end.

Another tactic to make VCs more interesting was to be distractions by making out and fucking on the far side of the office in their eye line. Vicki and I did it first, and we had to muffle our screams in a cushion. One of our favourite positions was me sitting in a chair with my strap-on dildo buried in Vicki’s cunt as she sat on me, and fucked herself with it, with me holding on to her tits for balance and the rubbing tormenting my clit, all angled so that he could see everything. He was very distracted in those VCs.

My husband often distracted Vicki too, one of her favourites being for him to use my spreader bar to keep my legs apart and bending me over the desk, climbing on and driving his cock downwards into my ass, with my cunt on full display in her direction and her being able to see his cock emerging and then impaling my ass. Vicki was often very distracted too.

There was one particular VC where my husband was getting really stressed and wound up beforehand. So, to relax him, I pegged him for a bit bent over his desk, and then at the appropriate time, I took the harness off, and arranged him on the queening chair with his large dildo still inside his ass, and the harness folded so as to be comfortable for him to sit on. Then, for the entire meeting, Vicki gently sucked on his cock, only getting him hard and making him cum once the VC was over. After I shared her mouthful of cum, I reloaded myself into the harness (all without removing his dildo, which is harder than it sounds) and finished off my pegging. I had my rolling orgasms twice, so I was a very satisfied girl too.

To be honest, it is amazing any work gets done at all. But despite all the sex play and kink, lots of work is done, and on a particularly busy afternoon where we were all working flat out, he did something that rekindled a kink that we hadn’t done much of lately, something we are now doing regularly again, something that is as good as ever. All he did was to tell me that we had so much to do before his deadline that I didn’t have time to go for a piss and that I would have to hold it……

My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

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