He Wants a Spanking So Badly That He Buys a Paddle for His Girl to Use on His Behind

For a long time, I wanted my girlfriend, Kelly, to spank me. I tried to hint at my desire, but she never seemed to pick up on my suggestions, even when my ass was hovering right near her hand. She’d simply start jerking me off, and she gives an outstanding handjob, so I’d get distracted and almost forget that what I really wanted was to have my ass spanked good and hard.

I’d even rented the film Secretary, hoping she’d catch on, but she remained oblivious. Finally, I realized I had to take desperate measures, so for my birthday, I decided to give myself a gift—a special wooden paddle that had fur on one side, for a combination of soft and hard that I was sure would feel absolutely great. When Kelly took me out to my favorite French restaurant to celebrate and gave me a hand-wrapped gift, I gave her one as well—the paddle. “But open this when we get home,” I cautioned. The paddle was in a box, so it was impossible for her to guess what was inside. She looked at me questioningly, but then encouraged me to open her present to me. She’d given me an expensive leather wallet, which I tucked into my pocket, but again, I insisted that she wait until we got home to reveal my surprise.

We went about the rest of our meal quietly, my gift being the elephant in the room. It was all I could think about, and I knew I’d piqued her curiosity because she kept fondling the package and trying to figure out what was inside. When we finally got in the car to drive home, I took the wheel. I kept glancing at Kelly during the trip, noticing that she was unusually quiet. “Cat got your tongue?” I asked, feeling my cock swell as I looked at my beautiful girlfriend and pictured her hefting the sturdy paddle in her hand.

“I’m just wondering what was so naughty that I couldn’t open it at the restaurant. Knowing you, it’s something to do with sex,” she said, reaching over to stroke my cock.

“You’re warm,” I told her, smiling as I turned into our driveway.

I led her upstairs to our bed and sat down next to her to watch her open her gift, which was really my gift. Her eyes widened as she turned the item over, looking at the solid wood and then the sensuous fur. “It’s a paddle,” I said, in case there was any doubt.

Her eyes danced from me to the toy and back as she ran the fur over her palm. “But…” She paused, seeming puzzled.

“I want you to use it on me—what I want most for my birthday is to get spanked. By you. I didn’t know how else to tell you,” I confessed to her.

“Really? You need a firm spanking on your sweet ass? Why didn’t you just ask?” She slapped the paddle noisily against her palm. I’d chosen an implement that wouldn’t be too heavy or unwieldy for her. The store had plenty of other options—long straps, formidable whips, and intense canes—but this paddle seemed just right for a beginner like her.

She kept testing our new toy, and the loud smacking sound it made against her palm filled me with anticipation. I was finally going to get what I’d dreamed about for so long!

“I didn’t want to freak you out and wasn’t sure how you’d react. I gave you hints,” I said, trying to rationalize my gift.

She grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans, tugging firmly and rolling me over on the bed. “Well, you know how literal I am. You have to tell me exactly what you want,” she said, her voice taking on a slightly harsh tone I’d never heard before. She slapped the wooden side of the paddle against my denim-covered ass.

“Oh,” I moaned, as the firm toy connected with my buttocks. I knew she could tell how turned on I was from my tone, which encouraged her to continue. I made myself more comfortable, resting my weight on my elbows as she kept smacking me. I was practically humming with pleasure when Kelly suddenly stopped.

I turned to look at her, and her eyes were lit up the way they get when she’s truly aroused. I realized she was again waiting for me to spell out what I wanted. “Kelly, will you please spank me on my bare bottom?” I asked. I felt silly, blushing as I voiced my request, but despite the possibility that she might refuse, I was absolutely turned on. She squeezed my ass, then rubbed the fur side against my jeans-clad behind.

Kelly then eased down my zipper as she used the paddle to smack me hard on my ass. “If you’re sure,” she said, smoothly whisking off my jeans, along with my boxers. Then there I was, wearing only my shirt, with my ass displayed for my girlfriend. I’d never felt so exposed before, like she could see all the fantasies I’d ever hidden from her, written right there on my bare ass. She seemed to sense how important this moment was for me, and instead of smacking me over and over as hard as she could, she used the paddle’s wicked potential to its fullest. First she’d give me a searing thwack on each ass cheek, one I could feel even after the wood had left my flesh. Then, like a bad-cop–good-cop routine, she rubbed the soft fur against my tender cheeks, making me almost forget the smacks she’d administered. All the while, my cock was getting stiffer, and my body was overwhelmed with desire. Sometimes she’d let the furry side dip between my legs, slightly tickling my balls while my butt cheeks got a reprieve from her paddling.

“Is this what you wanted, Richard?” she asked in a whisper as she took the intensity down a notch, gently paddling my behind with simple snaps of her wrist. “Is this spanking turning you on? Is it making you want to fuck me?” she asked, even though I was sure she could tell what the paddle was doing to me. She rubbed the fur against the backs of my thighs, making me squirm in a combination of arousal and ticklishness.

“Yes, Kelly. I’m so hard for you now. I want to get on top of you and fuck you while you keep spanking me.” There, I’d said it, confessing my true desire. Kelly had been right earlier—all I had to do was ask. She took off her clothes and lay down, motioning for me to get on top of her.

“Happy birthday,” she said, with a smile on her pretty lips as I sank my rock-hard dick inside her tight pussy. I wasn’t sure if she was humoring me or really getting into the spanking, but judging from how creamy her cunt was, making my ass glow had turned her on, too. I started fucking her vigorously, slamming in and out of her, but she put her hands on my ass, encouraging me to slow down. “I can’t spank you when you’re going so quickly,” she said.

She had a point, and I slowed down to a more reasonable pace while she picked up the paddle and returned to whacking my butt with it. These strokes were of medium intensity, somewhere between the first harsh ones and the later light taps. They felt the best of all because each one seemed to push my cock deeper into her hole. Soon we were both moaning in pleasure as the sound of the wood hitting my ass cheeks resounded throughout the room, and I fucked her as hard as I could.

Finally, Kelly dropped the paddle on the bed and just used her hand to spank me. I felt her cunt grip my dick tightly, and then her pussy got even more slippery wet. Her orgasm seemed to go on for longer than usual, and she grabbed my ass, her fingers digging into my hot flesh. That was what finally made me come, my lava shooting into her pussy as she rocked upward against me.

Gradually, we slid apart and kissed softly. She had me lie on my stomach and examined my ass. “Very nice, but I think we forgot something. You turned thirty-five today, right? I think you need a proper birthday spanking,” she declared. With that, she counted off, giving me a solid thirty-five whacks, and one for good luck—and none of them were with the fur side of the paddle! Later, she massaged some cream into my tingling behind and promised that she’d use the paddle on me anytime I wanted, even if it wasn’t my birthday, as long as I asked for it.

—Mr. Richard S., Trenton, New Jersey