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Disciplining The Maid (Part Two)

5 October 2025 / / 0 Comments

Here I was role-playing the maid with my husband as the exasperated employer. I was on all fours in the wet room bathroom, my ass and cunt very much on show and my tits hanging either side of the apron. In that exposed and vulnerable position, he had masturbated me to the edge of an orgasm.

I was so close to cumming when he stopped, which meant that I was frustrated and trying to find a reason to stop scrubbing for the second time. I was trying to give him more reasons to spank me anyway, more reasons for extra strokes, and my arms were starting to tire.

A gentle throb of my bladder gave me the next move, so in amongst the scrubbing, I squeezed out a small amount of piss. This wasn’t going to be a long hard stream – I hadn’t worked up to that, but I did have a few squeezes of piss to get out, and it had the effect I wanted. He started moaning about how filthy I was, how unprofessional it was to just piss instead of asking to use the toilet, how a maid was meant to make the place cleaner and not dirtier, and all during the rant, I did occasional piss spurts, being careful to not just let the piss I had go. I had to make it last, and these small spurts were quite dramatic.

At one point, he put his hand over my cunt to “stop” me, so obviously, I did a piss squirt onto his hand. He wiped my piss from his hand over my ass cheek, then repeated it with the other hand too. Then he stopped me scrubbing, turned me round and then pushed my face down to the wetness from my piss and make me lick it up. My tits were dragging on the floor as I moved across the floor licking up any piss I could see. I have to admit it did feel so degrading, a feeling I had started to rather enjoy in recent months.

Once he was happy with the piss situation, he had me back on all fours without moving, and went behind me, reaching over my ass from my side and opening my piss flaps with his fingers. He then told me to piss properly, and as I started to do so, he started using his fingers to masturbate me again.

Now, if any of you have ever tried to piss whilst being masturbated, you’ll know how hard it is to achieve. When, after about a minute, I hadn’t really pissed a lot, he took a hand away and pressed on my bladder. That worked, and despite the masturbation, I was steadily pissing, and when I was empty of piss, I started to feel the effects of the masturbation, and he carried on building me towards an orgasm I assumed would be callously denied me. I was wrong. He just masturbated me straight through my orgasm, not breaking rhythm for a moment, almost treating my cumming like it was an irrelevance, and that whatever my body did, he wasn’t going to change his actions, actions that gave me another massive orgasm, so turned on I was that his unbreaking rhythm kept it going for ages.

And then randomly, at some point after my orgasm, he stopped, got up and washed his hands. Then he made me, his slutty pissy orgasm whore, just get up and stand there, this time telling me not to adjust my attire. He wanted me covered in piss, my tits held apart by the gathered up apron running between them, my hair in a hell of a state and my skirt not sitting properly, so it was even shorter than it usually is. I was a hell of a sight.

He ordered me downstairs to the kitchen to discuss other issues he made with the maid’s work and what corrective action may be appropriate. My spanking was getting nearer.

When we got into the kitchen, he moaned about a number of things, before running a sink full of warm soapy water. I stood in front of it and put a couple of plates in it, but he put his hand in the small of my back and folded me over, my tits (which were still separate by the apron) dipping into the water.

He lined himself up behind me, his free hand releasing his cock, and nudged his glans against my very moist cunt lips. I love this position anyway, but the separation and apron made it feel particularly naughty. Once he pushed his cock into my cunt, he started moaning about how I’m a shit cleaner, and how the only thing I’m useful for is for him to fuck, so he might as well get his money’s worth. This was a fairly hard, fairly quick, fairly anonymous fuck, with absolutely no love involved – just a maid being fucked by her annoyed boss. Thoroughly in keeping with the scenario, he kept a hand on my back to keep my tits in the water, whilst using my cunt entirely for his pleasure. Not that I cared – I’d already cum a few times, and I really wanted to feel his cum spraying inside me, and given what had happened, that didn’t take long to happen.

He withdrew straight after he came and ordered me to remain place with my tits in the water until he had decided what to do to me. I knew what was coming. It was just a matter of how and for how long.

My answer came soon enough, as I heard a kitchen chair scrape against the floor. He told me to stand up and get over his lap, which I did, my foam cover water soaked tits hanging to the left of his legs, my ass pointing skywards to the right, in perfect position for his hand to be used. He told me it was almost as if I was deliberately shit so as to get a spanking or to get his attention. I started saying a defence, but a single sharp spank stopped me mid-sentence. He told me no more time for excuses, and no more time for little punishments, that he’d been too lenient with me before and that was not happening again.

And so, he started, spanking me with his hand, and then moving on to a paddle. I struggled a bit to get a few more strokes, and he was telling me which of my issues each batch of strokes were for.

He’s good at judging when my ass needs a break, so he stopped at just the right time and then put his hand between my legs, noting how slick my cunt was and vowing to add a few more strokes for me enjoying it, then he masturbated me to yet another orgasm.

Once I’d recovered a little from cumming, he started paddling me again, adding that this batch was for my disobedience and insolence, and telling me this would be longer and harder than the punishment for my poor performance, as my disobedience and insolence were wilful. I totally lost track of the strokes, but as usual, I loved every single one, my cunt getting more and more slick the more he paddled me. And finally, he used a small paddle to apply five strokes to my cunt, my clit feeling the brunt of the force, and then as he turned me over, he roughly grabbed each tit and applied the small paddle to each nipple twice.

Then he ordered the maid to fuck off before his wife got back and told her he assumed that she would get the message from her punishments this time. Oh, I’m certain she wouldn’t!

Carla Finally Sees Me (Part Two)

28 July 2025 / / 4 Comments

Carla, the curvy, sexy, sassy, pretty, big-titted lesbian barmaid from our local was taking me to her home to fuck me. We walked back to Carla’s place arm in arm, just a road away from the pub, this tiny stone cottage, one bedroom, immaculate inside. She closed the curtains at the front (leaving the ones overlooking the woods at the back open) and then came up to me and just pulled up my skirt onto my hips. She leant in to kiss me slightly from my right, her left hand on my ass holding me in position, her right straight to my cunt, fingering my folds for only a few seconds, before plunging three fingers into my already slick cunt. She started driving her fingers in and out, her thumb squashing my clit with each stroke. Harsh, raw, at speed. She felt my body tense, and she drove through my movements, and way too soon, I doubled over and came. She moved down with me as I bent down, to keep her hand in contact with my cunt, doing some shuddering hand moves to milk my orgasm, before she removed her fingers and put them to my mouth. I always love tasting my juices, so I eagerly took my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.

She had a big, evil, wicked grin, amazed just how quickly and how hard I’d cum. She realised just how worked up I was before she even touched me. Not wanting to give me chance to recover, she bent me over the sofa arm and lifted my skirt up over my ass. I heard a gasp. She’d obviously seen the temporary tattoo on my ass cheek. It’s the word “Slut” in denim blue and pink. It wasn’t meant specifically for her, I was just feeling horny as fuck from wearing that outfit, and I thought it would be appropriate for whoever got to fuck me that night. Because somebody was going to.

She smacked my ass, once, with her hand, as hard as she could manage, and left me there, slightly stinging bare ass and moist cunt in the breeze, all the time talking in the distance about how I was unashamedly a slut to wear that as a tattoo, to not wear panties, and to just let a random woman make me cum.

And when she returned, she had a strap-on, with a decent sized (but not ridiculously large) realistic looking cock and balls. She lined it up with my exposed cunt, and just drove in. I was sufficiently slick that the cock didn’t need lubricating, she just slammed it in. And pulled it out and slammed it in again. And again.

She was quite mouthy this one, and there was a constant stream of filthy language, berating me, goading me, telling me what a slut like me was likely to do, knowing full well that what she was actually doing would make it happen. Slam after slam, the occasional spank, loads of words, loads of filling my cunt then emptying it, and soon, I was on my way to cumming again.

Carla realised, and started telling me how only a nasty little slut would cum from a plastic cock, and if I did cum, I’d pay the price. Of course, I came very soon, her actions with the cock and the filthiness of her words made it inevitable.

I felt the cock leave my cunt, and almost immediately, I felt a blow from a wooden paddle on my pristine raised ass. Another and another, two dozen in all. I hadn’t seen her get that paddle out. Once my ass was red, fiery, lightly throbbing, she pulled me off the sofa and slumped in it, cuddling me, not soothing my ass cheeks obviously, just contrasting the love of a good cuddle with the burning of a fiery spanked ass.

We started talking, and I saw an opportunity to discuss what she had said to my husband. What the deal was. Carla looked a bit sheepish, and I gently prodded, waving the paddle around and telling her she’d better come clean about what else was said. She closed her eyes, sighed, almost willing herself to get it over with. Opening them again, she told me she’d basically offered herself to him as an incentive to make him let her fuck me. I knew it!

It turns out that she was one of those lesbians that loved women, but still enjoyed a cock occasionally. Her old cock was about to leave the village for good, and she heard of my husband’s prowess in our drunken ramblings, so she offered herself to my husband, hoping that a bartered fuck would end up filling that vacancy too. I checked. All three holes. Separate fucks (to start at least). I just know he’ll fuck her asshole first. He’s got a thing about fucking assholes first these days.

And as a gesture of good will, she had offered for us both to have messy cunts when she brought me back to him, in full knowledge that he would lick us both out. She would happily let him clear the juices from our cunts, and if we cum before our cunts are clear, so be it, the glint in her eye suggesting she knew full well he’d do his best to ensure we did both cum. Again. He wasn’t going to say no to trying making someone new cum, and I was sure he realised that he’d have a challenge on his hands, as he knew we’d be making each other cum all night and all morning. He’s not one to shy away from a challenge, and if we don’t cum, he still gets an extended cunt licking session. A win win for him, and I was sure he’d be happy with that.

Seemingly deciding to stop talking about my husband and starting to talk about me and her again, she talked about how she wanted me tomorrow night too. If we got on, if I wanted to fuck her again, she wanted him to pair off with someone else again. The free-use group had already been talking about doing a swap that night. Tanya’s husband said they’d be in the mix that time, and there was still a woman spare, so it would suit everybody, and I thought it very unlikely I wouldn’t want to fuck her again.

All this talk of fucking and cunt licking had me going again, and I think Carla realised, because she stopped cuddling me, getting up off the sofa and rearranging me, opening my legs and kneeling between them. I saw her lean in towards my cunt and felt her tongue touch my outer folds, clearing my juices and using her fingers to open my flaps up, to open my cunt to allow her tongue to get inside it.

And as she meticulously cleared all the stickiness, all the glistening slickness from my cunt, plunging her tongue as far in as she could reach (and I’ll tell you that was pretty far – she had a very athletic tongue). Whilst I was thoroughly enjoying her cunnilingual efforts, my brain was working on what to do with her next. She obviously liked it a little nasty, and I was going to deliver, today, tomorrow, next week. The slut hadn’t cum yet, and that was about to change.

Finding The Seedy Underbelly (Part Four)

20 July 2024 /

Anna cumming was the last straw for Tanya, who was being fucked by Anna’s husband. He was rather enjoying seeing my husband make Anna cum, at an intensity he’d never quite managed himself. And rather like my husband lusting after Anna, her husband had a thing for Tanya and so enjoyed fucking her every opportunity he got.

And Anna screaming her lungs off at a powerful, shuddering orgasm made her husband’s cock just that little bit harder. That extra bit of rubbing, together with the visual and audible feast that was Anna’s inevitable ecstasy, made Tanya’s cunt clench, squeezing Anna’s husband’s cock hard, making them both cum together.

He stopped moving as Tanya felt his cum coat the inside of her slick cunt. I saw the muscles in his ass squeeze as he shot cum into her, and that finished me off too, and I finally came. It was a long hard slog, with a long, extended orgasm at the end, the unplanned edging made the orgasm really strong and long, but so desperately needed.

As those of us who had just cum recovered, I think my husband saw a couple of little drops of liquid glisten on Rose’s nipples and headed over to her. Rose was breast-feeding, and it never took long for her tits to start leaking. The act of breast-feeding is very intimate, as if fucking your friends and partners isn’t! And all seven of us suckling her and feeding on her breast milk was inevitable, and my husband was going to get his share first.

Rose’s tits were enormous now and there was more than enough for everyone. In fact, in a few hours, we’d need to feed again, as it had been decided that during the fuck-fest, she wasn’t allowed to extract any milk herself; we had to do it for her and only with our mouths. What a hardship!

I think Rose’s husband enjoyed having is wife’s milky tits being suckled over and over. I think he was proud of her tits and their unrelenting production. He was so happy with them being used by us all, but he had a rule. Anyone who suckled her at any time, anyone who drank freely of her milk, had to masturbate her at the same time, not just clit and flap work, but vigorous finger fucking her with at least two fingers. This included him at home in private. It had that hucow vibe, which they both loved, and he was talking about organising to have her “bred”, something my husband instantly put his name down for.

Having a breast-feeding woman is only a short-term thing, so they were certainly making the most of it. My only issue was that I wanted it to be my tits that were leaking, my tits that were painful, my tits that were suckled by everyone. But I knew they never would be, as I can’t have children. Bittersweet in a way, but I’m also so grateful I get to suckle Rose’s tits, and so does my husband. I really wanted that for him.

So, one by one, we all lay against her, our faces buried in her painfully full tits, our fingers filling her slippery cunt, and we drank, lovely sweet thick creamy breast milk, very addictive in taste and very intimate. And we knew that was only the first instalment of the night.

After we were all sated with Rose’s milk, we slumped in chairs, exhausted, again, each woman in the arms of a man who wasn’t her husband. For each woman, a tit was being held in a vice-like grip, and their clits and cunts were being worked with the man’s other hand, getting us ready for round two.

Whilst the conversation flowed (and tits held and clits worked), Tanya was in Anna’s husband’s arms. My thoughts went back to what I saw in Tanya’s kitchen that night, and I decided to ask.

Shortly after their first orgy, Tanya’s husband needed to go away for work. He didn’t go away often, but when he did, it was for a few weeks. He normally fucks Tanya every single day, and so weeks without sex was really hard for her. She broke two wands last time he went away, and she still didn’t feel satisfied. So, he asked the group if people would go round and fuck her whilst the children were in bed. After discussion, they agreed, and thus, I saw Anna’s husband fucking her. It was his turn on the rota!

It was clear that this group was already starting to stretch beyond just the fuck parties, and that was brilliant for me. It almost felt like they had already progressed into a more community style arrangement.

But that community had rules, and I’d just violated one of them. I mentioned the sex. I was horrified, but I’d forgotten. They decided I’d have to be punished, but not today. I was both excited, and scared. But even though the conversation quickly move on, I was so turned on by my mistake and by the constant and unwavering fingering that I got very slick, and the men decided it was time for us women to lick, suck and savour the taste of each others’ cunts. What a joy, and it went on for ages.

I instantly felt at home, totally at ease with these six wonderful friends. And it was the start of something wonderful. That community arrangement I was talking about. The fucking and free use soon extended past the parties and into every day life. It means that I have a ready supply of cock or cunt whenever I need, and with the way work is working out at the moment, I’m certainly making good use of that. And as I’m working from home a lot at the moment, it means that I’m often the only woman available during the day, so I’m getting a lot of fucks from that.

There have been some surprises too. It turns out that when a woman knocks on your front door with damp and transparent circles in her ribbed top revealing her weepy nipples, my cunt goes slick immediately, and after alleviating the milk problem (with my mouth of course), the only way she can suitably thank me and deal with my horniness is to fuck me with a strap on, one of the bigger ones I use on my husband’s ass.

Oh, and my punishment wasn’t so much of a hardship. For seven consecutive days, I had a long, sustained spanking, followed by being double teamed. The first, third and fifth time, Anna’s husband’s cock was in my cunt and a strap on being wielded by Tanya in my ass. The second, fourth and sixth time, the strap on being wielded by Tanya was in my cunt and Anna’s husband’s cock in my ass. The final time, I had both, followed by a final long, sustained spanking.

I am so so happy with this community, all carefully done in plain sight and yet totally discrete. The seedy underbelly is so much better than I hoped for, and I am totally embedded, even after such a short time. And what is great is that every single one of us is interested in the others’ orgasms. I’ve never known such an unselfish group, every person wanting their partner of the moment to be in ecstasy and to properly orgasm, to feel properly fucked. I love this group! Such dedicated friends.

See what happens in your innocent prim and proper village? Utter filth. Debauchery. And it is fucking wonderful.

My Kinky Lass Gets Her Bright Red Ass

14 July 2022 /

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!

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.

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