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- Marriage Spanking Story
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I've always had an interest in spanking and a few years ago asked my wife if she would let me spank her for my birthday present. She wasn't really into it, but is an amazing woman and said yes. We decided as I was just wanting to spank her and there was no roleplay, "stop" would simply mean stop rather than using a safeword. Seemed a little less weird that way.
We got the kids to sleepovers and had a nice dinner and after an awkward glass of wine on the couch, I asked if I could spank her now. She sighed, got up, and removed her jeans, and started taking down her underpants. I asked her if she could let me take them down. She said ok, but I could tell she didn't really get it and it was a bit weird and extremely awkward.
Getting her over my lap was tricky as she went to the wrong side and I had to explain that I was going to spank her with my right hand and it would be easier to do this if she was facing the other way. This brought home to both of us that I was about to smack her bottom for the first time and she said she wouldn't want to inconvenience me, which made us both laugh and broke the tension a bit. I felt incredible gratitude that she was letting me spank her.
She was finally positioned over my lap and I had her just as I'd always fantasised. I slowly peeled off her panties and left them at her knees. It was a profoundly erotic moment. I'd read up on it, of course, and warmed her up with a lot of rubbing and gentle spanks then escalated to spanking her firmly for maybe five minutes until her bottom was quite pink, she began to squirm and gasp a bit as I increased the tempo and she called a halt.
I said could she stand facing the wall with her hands on her head. I drank in the sight of her red bottom for a minute, realising this was probably a one-off event, then got up and kissed her neck and thanked her. I asked her how it was and she said she didn't really enjoy the spanking but the rubbing was nice. Honestly, it had been fun for me, but I was too worried about her suffering a sore bottom and all the embarrassment just to please me to really enjoy it either.
She then asked if I'd like her to spank me and though this hadn't been something I was interested in, I said yes if to at least even the score! When I got over her lap and she took down my underpants and started spanking I felt an amazing surge of excitement and after a couple of minutes orgasmed over her lap before we'd even really started, which I could tell was a bit of a relief for her. I got a towel and cleaned her up and obviously, neither of us knew what to say so we just watched Netflix and let it hang.
Anyway, it was obviously a strange and awkward affair and we didn't really talk about it afterward until a couple of months later I worked up the courage to ask her if she could spank me again. Again, she clearly isn't much into spanking, giving or receiving, but gave it a go and after about five minutes (I managed to not orgasm this time) asked me if that was enough. It hadn't been as hard as I'd hoped for so I asked if she could really let me have it. She laid it on as hard as she could, but I really wanted it to be painful and it wasn't working.
I suggested we could use the wooden spoon from the kitchen which was quite substantial. She was a bit leery but agreed and I got up and fetched it and brought it to her. She slapped it into her palm and mentioned that my bum was pretty red and I told her I really wanted it to sting and please don't worry about hurting me.
Her slapping her palm really gave me that charge again and I got back over her lap and she did go quite hard for a couple of minutes and just as it was starting to sting like I wanted the spoon broke! We both laughed and she said my backside was pretty bruised and got me to stand up and led me to the bedroom where we had some intense sex, While I was fucking her in the missionary position she smacked my arse with both hands and made me come immediately and very hard, triggering her own orgasm.
Afterwards we lay side by side, me on my front, hot red backside facing up, which she gently started stroking and said if a bit of spanking got me this hard she might learn to like it. She then confessed that once she'd got over the initial awkwardness, she'd begun to quite enjoy spanking me and gave me a couple of gentle smacks. When I groaned happily she increased the severity until I was hard again and rolled me over and fucked me on top, clearly enjoying the control.
We haven't really spoken about it since and I really want to do it again. We were at a second hand shop today and I bought up a jokari paddle game and she gave me a big smirk and on the drive home asked me if I'd like a game tonight.
I feel blessed to have such an accommodating wife, though I am surprised at how it's flipped from me spanking her to her being on top and how much of a turn-on being spanked is. I don't think I'll ask to spank her as she's definitely happier giving than receiving. In fact I'm quite nervous about this evening!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoBefore we got married, my wife and I would play yahtzee and dominoes and Rummy keeping a running score of who lost and how badly. Points equalled spankings and after a number of losses there would even be naked midnight dash dares around the neighborhood. The loser might have to walk around the van outside naked. Dash across the street touching the neighbors mail box then down a house or two and around some trash cans before returning home. It got to be quite eloborate complete with a box of items to be spanked with which included a wooden paddle that use to have a string and rubber ball attached, a leather soled sandle, a plastic paddle, a rubber soled slipper, and an old metal hand mirror with the glass broken and missing . 5 things in the box. After hours of "party favors" we were both ampted up, and horny, and excited about who and how much the other was losing by. Spankings tallied upwards until we decided every level would have 60 spankings. The first level would have 5 items at 12 swats equalling 60 spanks. Then a quick couple of naked dashes around the van, and a mail box, out to the trash dumpster and maybe across the street to a stop sign and that's it. But level 2 was twice as bad. 4 items from the spanking box would be picked and 15 swats equalled another 60 spanks for a total of 120 and a sore bottom would then have to go up the stree to the corner of a busier road. Even though this would happen at 2:30 am, there was always a chance of a car coming or a late night dog walker catching a glimpse of one of us naked with a bright red bottom. Level 3 would be 20 spankings each and a total of 180 swats in a short amount of time. After each spanking the least favorite spanking item would have to be placed somewhere outside during the naked nightime dashes, further and further away from the safety of inside. This 3rd level would always include crossing the larger 4 lane road into another neighborhood and then traveling down that sidewalk around a fire hydrant or road sign, only to return to our side of the street going far past our own duplex and stretching the course dangerously the other direction. By the time the 2 level got reached. someone had already had a very unlucky night and they were going to get their bottom spanked 30 times with 2 items and the losing item would be placed far , far away from the house because it would require a road trip in the car. We would need to, have to, get in the car and drive a couple of blocks away, where the loser would need to get out and walk the worst of the night's naked dashes in an enviroment picked by the winner. Commonly though, the ultimate would be dropping off the loser of the night, and then driving the opposite direction the streak was meant to go, and making the now bright red bottomed contestant feel left naked and afraid blocks from home with no way to cover themselves up or fix the situation. The Grand total of the whole night's spankings would be 300 spankings with an extra 75 after it was all over just to punctuate who won and who lost. But the big thing, the thing that made both our hearts stop was the long dangerous midnight runs in strange neighborhoods, and down dim and well lit roads and streets, hoping we hadn't taken too big a risk or that even if we did, we didn't get caught. By the end , raising the stakes, going double or nothing was as exciting as actually doing the bets, and NOT LOSING was as exciting as losing. We never got caught. And a few nights my wife chickened out, but on the nights that I lost, the exhilaration and sheer fear were so out there so titilating that I could hear my heart beat in my ears.
Uniquelyme60over 2 years agoGreat story. I asked my wife to spank me a couple of years ago. She was reluctant but did it and loved the experience. We now indulge in this quite often. She once remarked to a smart comment from me that she would pants me in front of her friends and spank my ass. My only response was she wouldn't dare. She replied with don't bet on it and told me that with the loose fitting shorts I wear around the house it would be easy enough to do. So far she hasn't attempted it, but I hold out hope that some day she might.
