I was sitting out on the deck, minding my own business, when J came out and whispered in my ear, “I want to spank you.”
When I didn’t reply, he clarified, “I mean right now. I’m going to spank you now.”
I got up and followed him into the house. I must have had a questioning look on my face, because he further explained that it had been awhile and he felt like we both needed the release we get from a spanking. He went on to say it wasn’t a punishment spanking, more like the foreplay kind. But he was sure to add, “But don’t worry, C, you’ll know I mean it.”
J grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom where he already had several of his favorite implements laid out.
“I see you’ve already given this some thought.” I chuckled.
“I have. Take off your clothes.”
I complied and he bent me over the edge of the bed.
J spent the first several minutes rubbing and squeezing my ass, before I felt the first stinging smack of his hand. He gave me a thorough warm up and did not leave one inch of my ass untouched.
“What a nice shade of pink,” J remarked, mostly to himself.
I was sopping wet by this point so I teased, “I have something else that’s pink, that you like.”
J grinned and said that was for later.
He next picked up a leather strap and spent another ten minutes smacking that across my cheeks over and over again. My ass had turned a much darker shade of red, but it still wasn’t enough for my J.
The final implement was a medium sized wooden paddle. Even after the long warm up, the paddle still stung! I could not hold still. J locked my legs through his to keep me in place and did not ease up until he was satisfied with the shade of red he saw.
Once he was finished, I saw a glimmer in his eye as he said, “Roll over, I’m going to spank your pussy, too.”
I smiled back at him as he went to retrieve more toys, but I’ll save that story for next time.