From: d123sr@aol.com (D123SR) Subject: David's First Spanking - by Toni M/F Date: 28 Jun 1996 17:55:45 -0400
The following is a story containing consensual spanking (and a hint of sexual activity) between married adults - If this subject matter is objectionable to you, or if you are under 18 - then read something else...
As some may recall my wife Toni and I have a contract which allows for various punishments for certain offenses. Until recently she was the only one who was punished by spanking - several weeks ago at a session with our therapist (the one who first introduced us to this idea) Toni asked for, and got a clause that would allow her to spank me as well.
I was not keen on the idea. Spanking her seemed almost natural. Her spanking me seemed as if I was abdicating my "male" side. Whatever that really is.
My quirk that drives my wife crazy is running out of gas. I'm always just to be driving to fill up. Usually, I am very lucky - often coasting in on fumes. But more times than I like to admit - nor does Toni care for, I've had to call her on the way home and sheepishly ask her to bring me the gas can.
It was after just such an incident - hey only the 4th time this year - that she asked for and got the spanking clause for this offense. For the next few weeks I never let the tank get below 1/4th - but then last Thursday night I worked late, I had been on a long trip and hadn't bothered to look at the gauge.
Less than a mile from our house - but over two miles from the nearest gas station the engine sputtered and stalled. I thought about walking home - or even to the gas station - but I was already late and Toni had fixed supper. I broke down and called from my cell phone. she didn't say much - just a sigh and that she'd put dinner back on the stove.
I tried to joke about the issue when she came with the gas. She didn't smile. At home she served the meal in silence. After we ate she turned to me and said, "I think you know what you have coming..."
Expecting my protest she had the signed agreement waiting on the coffee table in the living room. Taking a posture I'd had never seen before she looked at me and sternly ordered me to go to the bedroom and "prepare" for the spanking of my life.
I'm in my mid thirties and haven't been spanked in over 20 years - plus its a woman I thought - embarrassing, yes - hurt, no way.
As I walked past her she reminded me, "Birthday suit - naked as the day you were born..."
I can't really describe it but it was both erotic and weird to be stripping down to the buff and know that you were going to get your bare behind blistered. In fact by the time I was naked I was semi-erect. Even though she is my wife this too was embarrassing.
Knocking at the door, she asked, "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I can get..."
It was such a strange contrast when she came into the room. She looked like the model of suburban yuppie wife in her khaki shorts and pink Polo shirt. I felt very vulnerable and exposed as I stood there stark naked. Then she noticed the thin gold chain around my neck and shook her head, "I said, completely naked - that chain will cost you..."
She led me to a big over stuffed chair in the sitting area of our bedroom and reached up to take off my chain. Doing so made me feel even more nude. Then she asked me to bend over the back of the chair. Since I'm over six feet I was able to do so and still keep my feet on the floor.
Then the surprises started, as she went to my closet and removed four old silk ties. I started to straighten up but she said, "Stay bent." Then she knelt at my feet and tied each ankle to a chair leg. Going to my front she asked me to stretch and try and touch the front legs. "I'm just afraid you won't be able to take this so I want to make sure I've got you bound in place," she explained.
If I thought I was embarrassed before, here I was naked, spread eagle, and bound to a chair. She quickly went to the vanity area and retrieved her largest wooden hair brush. I hadn't even thought about what she would use - I hadn't planned on this moment every coming...
"You gave me sixty-three whacks on my spanking," she explained, "but you are a man and supposedly at least three times as tough - we'll see. That's, oh, in round numbers -180!"
Before I could protest I felt the first WHACK on my butt, and then the next - she stopped, "Count off!"
So I began, "Three, four, five...twenty five, twenty six...by now it was stinging for real... the count droned on forty-five...I was straining against my restraints desperately wanting out...by now I was fully hard and even though my butt was on fire my erection was burying into the fabric...seventy-five...I felt a tear run down my cheek - I was in pain! 103 was said between soft sobs...146 was choking..."
She worked left, right, center, right thigh, left thigh, and over again a blow torch on my rear would not have produced any more heat. Finally I sobbed through 178, 179, 180...I was over.
Another surprise - with the blood running to my head she left me tied up and restrained for a full five minutes. I wanted to rub my butt. I wanted relief from my aching erection. I couldn't figure out how I could hurt so much and be so excited at the same time.
When she came back to untie me she too was naked - The passion with which we kissed before we fell into bed nearly sent me into climax...The rest of the details I will leave to your imagination - but I will admit I was on top - there was no way I could have laid on my crimson red behind.
I'm torn - do I want this again...I guess we'll know if I run out of gas any time soon.
-d