Several months ago, my boyfriend and I were fooling around in bed and I was being a total tease. I was giving him a blowjob, and when I sensed he was close to coming, I would just stop sucking him and leave him like that, with a bad case of blue balls.
After doing this several times Frankie warned me not to let it happen again. But I did. He grabbed me by the shoulders, lifted me up and put me across his lap. The next thing I felt was his hand as he delivered the first of about a dozen hard, stinging swats to my bare behind.
Then he dumped me off his lap onto the floor and ordered me to finish sucking him off. My poor buns were bright red and hot where his swift smacks had left their mark. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down, forcing his cock into my mouth. I wasted no time and immediately went to work sucking him dry.
A couple of weeks later, we were fooling around in bed again and Frankie asked me to give him another blowjob. “Don’t I get a spanking first?” I asked teasingly. The words were no sooner out of my mouth than I suddenly found myself lying across his lap, head down, ass up, on the receiving end of an old fashioned, bare bottom spanking.
I was expecting only a few playful slaps, but to my surprise and delight, he gave me a good, sound spanking of about two dozen swats, alternating cheeks so that each one got 12 smacks. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to go down on him. I slid off his lap, knelt between his legs, and ran my tongue up the full length of his cock, from the base to the tip, and then swirled my tongue around the head before taking the shaft into my hungry mouth. I was playfully fondling his balls while my lips and tongue quickly worked him to a frenzy and he spilled his come across my tongue. I swallowed every drop, then licked him clean.
My rear end was so sore that I couldn’t sit down for the rest of the day, but it was worth it. I had never seen my boyfriend so horny, and I was so turned on that I gave him the best blowjob he had ever had.
About a month later, we were over my place watching TV while my roommate got ready for a date. My boyfriend leaned over and whispered, “As soon as she leaves, I’m going to put you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life, and the more you kick, and the more you squirm, the more I’m going to enjoy it.”
My roommate’s date showed up, but my roommate was still fooling around in the bathroom, getting ready. I sat on the couch next to my boyfriend, wiggling nervously, aching in eager anticipation. “I wish she’d hurry up,” I whispered to him, “I can’t wait.”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my roommate and her date left for the evening, leaving my boyfriend and I alone together at last. Their car had no sooner pulled out of the driveway when Frankie pulled out a straight chair and ordered me to take down my pants. I realized that he was going to give it to me right there in the living room. I undid the snap and zipper of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees.
“Pull them all the way down,” Frankie ordered. I did and my jeans dropped down to my ankles, but I kept my panties on. Then I shuffled over to where my boyfriend was sitting. “Bend over,” he ordered. I did. I felt his hand on my back as he slid my shirt up and then roughly pulled my panties down to my knees. I felt him flip his right leg up over both of mine, pinning me down. His hand moved caressingly across my backside, teasing me.
With his left hand, he pushed down on the back of my neck. As my head was pushed down, my rear end popped straight up in the air. His hand came down on my bare bottom with a resounding smack. The second swat was just as hard as the first, and the third was even harder than that. I couldn’t hold out any longer and let out a yell.
That just spurred him on and he really laid it on. I lost count of how many swats I’d taken. I lay across his lap, kicking and squirming, as his hand rose and fell on my completely exposed backside.
Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. My ass was so hot it felt like it was on fire. Frankie lifted me up and carried me over to the couch, putting me facedown over the arm of the couch. The next thing I felt was his cock as he entered me from the rear. I gasped. He quickly worked up a rhythm, and with every thrust, my clit rubbed against the arm of the couch. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and then I came with a mind shattering intensity.
Frankie pulled out and told me to kneel in front of him and take his cock into my mouth. I followed his instructions obediently, tasting myself on him as his cock slid back and forth across my lips. He pulled my head into his crotch, flexing his ass, and I began sucking on him in earnest, bobbing my head hard and fast as I could, until he shot his load down my throat. I kept licking and sucking as his cock shrank inside me.
My butt was so sore I could barely stand up. Frankie carried me into my bedroom and rubbed cooling lotion on my sore buns, complimenting me on my enthusiastic dick worshipping.
On my birthday, Frankie promised me a special treat. For a long time I had this great fantasy about being tied to a bed and soundly screwed. We discussed it and he agreed to give me what I wanted. We showered together so that we were squeaky clean. Then we went straight to my bedroom. We had the apartment to ourselves for the night. I put on an old nightie and waited alone in my room, with the lights out, anxious to experience this fantasy. My boyfriend opened the door, and entered the room stark naked.
He grabbed the belt off my robe and tied my hands together in front of me. Then he had me bend over the side of the bed and flipped my nightgown up over my head. He went to my closet and got out a leather belt. As I was bent over the bed with my nightie covering my face, I couldn’t tell where my boyfriend was until he stepped up behind me and laid that belt across my bare bottom. The second swat was a “love tap,” but the third was a real stinger. He gave me a dozen swats, some light, some hard. Then he tied my hands to the headboard of my bed with the robe belt and tied my legs to the bedframe with some clothesline that he “found” on my dresser.
He ripped off my nightgown and began to lick and suck on my nipples. First left, then right, he gave them quick little bites. Then he moved down my stomach, until he got to my crotch. He was torturing me, tracing his tongue around and around my hot pussy, paying no attention at all to my pleading. Finally, his mouth made contact with my stiff clit and, seconds later, a powerful orgasm shook me.
Then, he was on top of me, and in me. He fucked me as fast and as hard as he could, the headboard slamming against the wall, and I came again. I was using the leverage of my restrained wrists to buck with him, giving him the ride of his life. After a few more of his strong, hard thrusts I climaxed again. He continued fucking me, banging away until he came, so deep inside me. Then he collapsed, exhausted, on my chest and we both dozed off.
It was the most intense sexual experience that I have ever had. And I can’t wait to do it again.
Melanie K., New Jersey