The first time Mary asked me to spank her, I thought I hadn’t heard her right. “Please spank me, Steve, really smack my ass,” she said as she was writhing on top of me. We’d been college sweethearts for two years, and I thought I knew everything there was to know about what made her tick sexually. I had no idea where this request had stemmed from, and wasn’t sure how to react. My body said yes, but my mind only briefly hesitated. I’d been brought up to be a gentleman and treat my ladies kindly. I’d enjoyed spending hours between her legs tonguing her to orgasm. We’d managed to screw our way through campus, but I’d never before had an inkling that she longed for me to take my hand and whack it against her sweet bottom.
I’d heard about spanking as an erotic act but had never thought I’d be the kind of guy engaging in something as kinky as that. Mary and I were the type of couple who got featured in the campus brochure, completely wholesome and happy. Yet my cock responded before my brain could fully take in the ramifications of what she’d asked for.
“Is that really what you want, Mary?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my mind was spinning wildly.
“Yes, Steve. I’ve been fantasizing about you spanking me for weeks,” she said to my surprise. I had no idea where this sudden desire to get smacked had come from, but hearing her say the words started a slow throbbing inside me. It not only had my cock hard but my hand itching to see what it would feel like to connect with her pretty behind.
“Okay, but you should know that I’ve never done this before,” I said. I wasn’t used to admitting any uncertainty to Mary. I tried to sound like I knew what was going to happen next as I took a deep breath, and then continued. “Let’s start off slowly, okay?” I asked, punctuating my request with a single solid slap. I knew it couldn’t have hurt that much, but her reaction made me smile. She shivered, and then purred as she wiggled against me. “Did you like that, Mary?” I asked quietly, making sure she’d heard me as I pressed my palm against her ass.
“Yes, sir, I did,” she said. Even though I had no intention of trying to tell her what to do outside the confines of the bedroom, hearing her call me “sir” filled a void I hadn’t even realized existed. I felt stronger, more capable and powerful, knowing that she trusted me with such a delicate task as spanking her.
“Do you want another, Mary?” I asked, speaking slowly and clearly. I wanted to make sure she understood what she was getting into with her innocent-sounding request. Just because I’d never done this sort of thing before didn’t mean I took lightly the spanking of my girlfriend’s bottom.
“Yes, please—if you’d like to keep spanking me,” she said. I liked the way she automatically deferred to me, leaving the decision of how hard she’d get smacked in my hands—literally. I tested out a louder, harder whack, taking quickly to our new activity. It was totally different than the kind of sex we normally had, where each of us were equal partners, giving and taking. We made sure if one of us came, the other got their turn. But spanking Mary was something that only I could do; she was the passive one, waiting for me to raise my hand.
I stared down at her butt rising before me, feeling my cock harden even more. I’d loved her almost since I met her, but Mary was showing me a new side of herself, literally, and offering me the chance to go where no man had gone before. Being able to deflower her in this way made me feel special, especially because neither of us had been virgins when we’d gotten together. I knew that all the newness I was experiencing went double for her. I pulled her closer, then smacked her so that her body pressed against my cock from the impact.
She let out a low, deep moan, the kind she makes when I’m really fucking her hard. I offered Mary two of my fingers to suck on, and she immediately devoured them. The more I slapped her butt, the more I enjoyed it, and judging from the way she was slurping away at my fingers, Mary was enjoying it as well. Even though my cock was as hard as a rock, I was reluctant to pause in my spanking duties, but I felt I must. I had to know exactly how turned on my girl was getting from her first spanking.
I lifted my fingers from her ever-warming butt cheeks and then told her to spread her legs. Looking down, I could see drops of wetness gleaming on her parted lips, and I lightly ran my index finger along her slit. Her cunt was warm to the touch and seemed to pull my finger inside, just as her mouth was doing. I pressed deeper and her walls tightened around me. I sank my finger farther into her depths, amazed at how only a few minutes of quality spanking had made her completely soaked. I pushed another finger into her, realizing quickly that I could probably add two more and still have plenty of room. She let out a cry, and I curled my fingers, moving slowly so as to tease her, and then pulled them out.
I smeared her nectar along her butt cheeks, and then raised my hand for a few more whacks. I felt like I could spank her all night, but I knew we’d have plenty of chances to pursue this new thrill. I chose to give her twenty-three hard blows, one for each year of her age, making her count them out. Hearing her voice get progressively softer as the impact of my smacks accumulated was music to my ears. I was wistful by the time we got to the last few smacks and made sure to give them extra oomph. I could hear and feel the way these last few blows affected her as she took deep breaths while savoring each smack.
We were both breathing hard when I finally lifted her up and laid her on her stomach across the bed. I wanted to see those blushing cheeks as I fucked her. The request she’d spoken only an hour before had managed to transform our entire relationship.
“Was that what you were looking for from a spanking, Mary?” I asked.
She responded by spreading her legs, then holding her lips open with her fingers, inviting my cock inside. I quickly pressed my aching dick all the way inside her, getting the bonus of her still-warm behind pressing against my skin when I sank into her pussy, which felt tighter than it had at any point in our relationship. I moved slowly, making sure she felt exactly how hard she’d made me. I almost felt like this was the first time I was fucking her, even though we’d done it countless times. Everything felt different. When she turned her head to smile at me as I shoved my entire length into her, she seemed to be promising me her ass, to have and to spank, for as long as I wanted it. I fondled her rosy butt cheeks, giving them little pinches to further her pleasure, and she tightened even more around my invading cock. Soon, Mary was crying out as her orgasm made her shake beneath me. Her arms went above her head, her whole body tightening as the full force of her climax hit her. I took that as my cue to come as well, spurting my hot lava into her cunt.
When she’d wrung every last drop out of me, I slid out of her and then kissed her sweet cheeks, amazed that they were still warm to the touch. I had to ask her the question that was suddenly uppermost on my mind. “Baby, where’d that come from? I had no idea you were the kind of girl who liked to have her ass smacked,” I said, pulling her close and covering her face with kisses.
“I was checking my e-mail, and in a piece of spam was a photo of a girl with a well-spanked ass. I was intrigued, but I didn’t know if you’d think it was dirty or not,” she confessed.
“Well, I do think you’re a dirty girl, but you’re my dirty girl, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I didn’t know I’d be that into spanking, either, but with an ass as fine as yours, there was no way I could refuse,” I said.
She snuggled against me, and I took the opportunity to deliver one last blow—at least for the night. “Don’t forget—there’s more where that came from,” I told her before we drifted off to sleep.
—Mr. S.T., Dallas, Texas