Bachelorette Party Prize Is a Treat for His Upturned Ass

When my best friend, Gloria, got engaged, I had no idea that her happiness would lead to pleasure of my own. I was one of the most enthusiastic attendees of her bachelorette party, throwing myself into all the games, shaking my ass, and flirting with the male stripper. Even though I’m happily married to Joel, I like to get wild sometimes, too. That’s why nobody was surprised when I hooted with delight after winning a paddle and butt plug in the raffle.

“Oooh, girl, your ass is gonna be sore!” said my friend Linda.

I winked at her. “How do you know it’s my ass that’s going to be bearing the brunt of these?” Already, I was picturing Joel bent over, his perfect bubble butt bared, waiting for me to spank him. He may not have known it yet, but his ass was going to get treated to the finest paddling in town.

All the girls stared back at me. “What do you mean?” one asked timidly.

I slapped the paddle against the palm of my hand, its sting warming my skin. “I think my husband is going to appreciate this little gift a lot more than I will. And now, if you’ll excuse me, ladies, this party has gotten me all worked up, and I need to go attend to Joel’s behind.” I swept out as the entire roomful of women erupted in loud whispers.

I put the toys away in my purse, along with the bottle of lube we’d each been given to take home. Gloria wanted everyone to have as much fun as she was having with her fiancé, Bill. When I got home, I breezed into the living room, finding Joel watching a movie on TV. I sat down next to him, slipping my shoes off and curling up against him, as if I wanted nothing more than a quiet night on the couch. He put his arm around me and we cuddled, but all the while I was picturing his ass taking a pounding. He’d asked me to spank him before, usually right before sex or when he was on top of me.

When the movie was over, he turned to me, pulling me on top of him so I could feel his erection. I moaned, rubbing against him, but I was really thinking about sliding that clear butt plug up his ass. When he tried to snake his hands under my dress, I pushed him away. “I’m in charge tonight,” I said, getting up off the couch and rolling him onto his stomach.

“What?” he sputtered as I stripped off his sweatpants.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it,” I said as I massaged his ass cheeks, squeezing them until he moaned. I pulled down his briefs, then gave one cheek a firm slap. “I won some prizes at the party tonight, and I want to share them with you. Well, I want your ass to share them with me. What do you have to say about that?” I asked as I trailed a finger along the crack between his cheeks.

He looked up at me, intrigued. “What did you win, exactly?”

I leaned down and sucked on his earlobe, then whispered in his ear, “Just give your ass to me—you’ll like it. I promise.” As I spoke, I let my pinkie press against the pucker of his asshole. He groaned, his flesh yielding to let me inside.

“Yes, Jenna, yes,” he said. “I’m all yours.”

“That’s the right answer. Now shut your eyes and let me do the work,” I said. He squirmed as I began licking his ass, priming him for what was to come. When he seemed like he was ready, I stopped, then poured some lube onto my fingers. I teased him, not going inside until he begged me.

“Please, Jenna, fuck my ass. I need your fingers inside me.” His voice broke as I gave him a solid slap on the ass.

“I’ll fuck you or spank you when I want to,” I said, getting turned on by uttering the words. He immediately quieted, then lifted his ass high in the air.

I took out the butt plug, smiling at the simple toy that would deliver so much pleasure. “Spread your cheeks for me,” I instructed, and watching my beloved husband reach behind himself and separate his buttocks for me gave me a thrill. I poured lube onto his opening, watching his pucker clench in response.

“Good boy,” I said as I nudged the tip of the plug against his hole. “Now open wide for me.” I pushed the plug all the way in and pressed against it, sending the tip deeper into his ass, then rocked it back and forth. I didn’t need to see his hard cock to know Joel was totally aroused. His butt cheeks were squeezing the toy, and he was uttering moans of ecstasy.

I picked up the paddle and slapped it against my palm. There was none of the jokiness the act had contained earlier with the girls; this time, it was a portent of things to come. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered softly to himself. I brought the paddle down on his left cheek, then his right. To get a better angle, I knelt on the floor, grateful that I was a lefty so I could properly whack his buttocks. The combination of the plug nestled in his backdoor and the stinging slaps of the paddle had to feel extraordinarily wicked. I’d only experienced something similar one at a time myself. My pussy tingled as I made his normally pale ass cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

“Tell me what it feels like,” I demanded, pausing in my paddling to hear what he had to say.

“The plug feels like it’s going deep inside me—hitting my core. It’s making my cock so hard I think I might come. And then when you spank me, I feel it all the way from my ass on down. It’s like the paddle is making the pressure of the plug even more intense.” He turned to look at me, his eyes glowing with lust. I love that as strong and macho as Joel is, he also knows when to surrender to me to make both of us happy. He looked blissed out, and I rumpled his hair, letting him kiss my free hand before I took up the paddle once again to spank his cute bottom.

“I told all the girls that I was coming home to use these toys on you, but I don’t think they believed me. All they could think about was bending over and getting their asses plundered and paddled, but little do they know the joy of having a hot guy like you bare his bottom. I’m a lucky woman,” I said as I struck him harder. “And you’re a lucky guy because when I’m done, I’m going to let you fuck me.” Then I was silent, focused solely on the swats I was applying to his ass. “Play with the plug,” I said, and he wiggled it while I applied the final slaps to the backs of his thighs. “But don’t come yet,” I warned, as it looked like he might.

I delivered two final blows, one to each cheek, then put down the paddle and eased out the plug. I was amazed at how wet I’d gotten from using my new playthings on Joel. Now it was my turn for some satisfaction, so I stripped off my panties. I rolled Joel over; his hard cock was sticking straight up. “How’s your ass?” I asked him as I slithered down onto his shaft, riding him as I took off my dress and bra.

“It’s still throbbing,” he said. “That was amazing.” Then I silenced him, pushing my nipples into his mouth as I rode him, grinding my clit against his body. It didn’t take long for me to come, and Joel’s orgasm followed mine. We lay panting on the couch for a while until we finally got up to shower. After we were done, I washed off the plug, put it in our bedside drawer, and dangled the paddle in the air. “Where should this go?” I asked.

Joel looked around, finding a stray nail where a painting used to hang, right above our bed. “How about here?” he asked. “For easy access.”

I smiled at him as I hung it. “I like the way your mind works,” I answered, moving close to kiss him. We were in our bathrobes, but soon we were naked again, this time with me sprawled across his lap.

“I think that paddle needs to be broken in some more, don’t you?” he asked as he spanked my ass, making my pussy convulse. He proceeded to “break in” the paddle again, and I discovered that getting spanked with it felt as amazing as I thought it would. I plan on making sure our new toys don’t collect dust!

—Ms. Jenna M., Indianapolis, Indiana