Spanking Lovers Find the Right Toys to Enhance Their Ass Warmings

My husband and I love nothing more than having our asses warmed with a good, solid spanking. Ed and I are perfect for each other because we both know exactly how it feels to bend over and get smacked until our butts are bright red and we’ve entered that special ecstatic state that only a good spanking can cause. I love taking my hand to Ed’s behind, but sometimes that’s simply not enough for either of us to pack the wallop our behinds require.

To deal with our special spanking needs, we’ve built up a pretty big arsenal of paddles and other devices that ensure we get the whacking of a lifetime. Not a week goes by where one of us doesn’t rummage through the box, find one of our favorite toys, and offer it to the other in hopes of getting a proper, thorough, and heartfelt series of smacks.

Last night, I was the one who went browsing through our collection until I picked up a toy—a small leather paddle that’s easy to use, but just looking at it doesn’t convey its intensity. It’s only about the size of a Ping-Pong paddle, and the surface of it covers only about half of one of my cheeks, but the leather is reinforced in such a way that it packs as much bite as a wooden ruler might against my bottom cheeks. Holding the paddle in my hand made a thrill of anticipation race through my body, and my ass cheeks clenched together at the prospect of getting paddled.

I hid the implement behind my back and walked toward my husband, waiting for him to look up from the computer and notice me. I had to get pretty close before I could distract him, but once I did, his eyes roamed over me appreciatively. “What could you possibly be holding behind your back, Annie?” he asked, raising his eyebrows to let me know that he already knew exactly what I wanted.

“Just something,” I said, trying to sound shy and modest, even though I’m sure my cheeks lit up a bright shade of red.

“Well, if it’s not a big deal, maybe I should go back to my game,” he said, starting to turn away. He was going to call my bluff, and I couldn’t let him do that.

“Well…,” I said, trying to figure out what to do next, but Ed took care of that by upending me across his lap. There I was, with the toy in full view. He easily pried the paddle from my grasp, then placed one hand on the small of my back and fondled my ass cheeks with the other. Then he tapped my ass through my short skirt with the paddle. I felt the impact immediately, even with that barrier; my ass tingled with arousal and the need for more. He didn’t say anything, because we both knew that my little teasing “game” had been a prelude to me getting what I really wanted—a spanking. I could have just walked over, flashed my ass, and said, “Spank me,” but for some reason it seemed more fun to add a little guesswork to our play. But now there was no guessing as Ed lifted up my skirt to reveal my ass cheeks covered only by a very tiny thong. I could feel the thin strip of fabric running along my crack and pressing firmly against my pussy lips.

This feeling was exacerbated when, after two more smacks of the paddle against my bare butt, Ed pulled on the thong, then traced his finger along its line, teasing me as he moved lower to press the wet fabric of my panties against my slick opening and then peeling off the thong. He stroked me for only a minute or so before picking up the beloved toy again and really letting loose. I could feel each smack and heard the noise the leather made as it connected with my bare flesh. Each swat sent a wave of heat coursing through my ass, directly to my pussy, which made me churn with lust.

I couldn’t help squirming against him, rubbing my belly against his growing erection while he tried to keep my body still. Finally, his smacks increased in force so much that I simply lay there, moaning in delight as the pace and force of his spanking kept increasing. Ed certainly knew his way around that paddle—and around my ass cheeks—seeming to find new space on my flesh to deliver even more punishing blows. He must have covered my entire behind, because then he started to inch downward, reaching my upper thighs, an area that always leaves me trembling with joy. Ed kept spanking me, but interspersed his smacks with strokes to my bare pussy that left me quaking with desire. Finally, he paused to rub my hot flesh, simultaneously soothing me and ensuring that the warmth he’d generated continued to radiate from my body. Then it was his turn to be punished.

I was pretty spent from the workout my ass had just taken, but I was still dripping with arousal when Ed led me into the bedroom and handed me a small purple flogger. I love flogging him because I get to watch the sensual suede strands fly through the air, and I can treat him as gently or as roughly as I please. I ordered him to stand up against the wall while I let the tendrils fall lightly against his skin. Then I picked up the flogger and reared back, letting it fall on one side of his back. It landed with a loud thud and left a faint red imprint on his pale flesh. I made a similar mark on the other side, and he wiggled his ass at me invitingly, encouraging me to move my actions a little lower on his body.

I worked my way down his back, then stopped for a moment to reach around and fondle his cock. I was pleased, though not so surprised, to find him rock hard. Once I’d teased him by sliding my fist up and down his shaft two times for good measure, I resumed my previous stance, but brought my wrist slightly lower. I let the flogger’s strands strike each of his ass cheeks in turn, smiling as I hit my target perfectly and his ass quickly bloomed into a deep rose color. I made sure not to let the strands of the flogger wrap around his hip, keeping the focus firmly on his tender cheeks, which he kept thrusting back toward me. The tiny flogger moved swiftly through the air, and soon it felt like second nature to tilt my wrist back, then snap it forward. “Oh, that feels so good,” Ed exclaimed after a particularly sharp strike.

I paused the whipping, gently brushing the soft strands of the implement over his ass and then letting them fall between his legs to tease his balls. I ran the flogger up his backside, then against his back as I squeezed his butt, pinching his warm skin between my fingers. I was gearing up for the finale, and before long, I resumed punishing him. The blows seemed to land right on top of each other, the sounds blending into one indecipherable noise as I worked quickly. Finally, after an intense series of lashes, I was done. I let the flogger fall to the floor and brought Ed over to the full-length mirror so he could see his butt in all its brightly colored glory. I was still as aroused as I’d been when I was positioned over his knee.

“Oh, Annie, you know just what to do to me,” he said, and I brought his fingers to my pussy, letting him feel exactly how wet and aroused I was.

“I want your cock inside me, please,” I said, and I lay down on my back on our bed. Immediately, he was on top of me, sliding his dick into my waiting cunt while my hands moved to cup his hot ass cheeks. I pulled him deeper into me, and we rocked against each other energetically, inspired and aroused by our favorite pastime—spanking. As his cock penetrated my slick opening again and again, I wrapped my legs tightly around Ed’s waist and squeezed his shaft with my inner muscles. Pretty soon, having waited all day for this magical moment, I was coming, squirting my juices all over his cock. I squeezed his butt cheeks extra hard then, spurring him on to really pound me with his dick until he came, giving my pussy his hot come. We both collapsed against the bed, exhausted in the best possible way. For us, spanking isn’t just an occasional fun activity; it’s a way of life that brings us the ultimate sexual pleasure. What more could we ask for?

—Ms. Annie S., Albuquerque, New Mexico