NOW TAKE DOWN YOUR PANTIES AND BEND OVER YOUR ASS IS MINE

Those words spoken by my fianc never fail to start me quivering in breathless anticipation of another wildly exciting spanking. In fact, there are times, such as when I m really hot you know, down and dirty horny that I will actually have an orgasm just waiting for that first stinging shot to my exposed behind. All Jonathan need do is threaten me with a spanking and I melt like butter.

Jonathan is tall, with dark brown eyes, wavy black hair and a body that reflects his enthusiasm for exercise and healthy living. He has a sharp mind and a lively sense of humor, which when added to his good looks make him, in the words of one of my closest friends, a guy you d be crazy to throw back.

What Jonathan lacks is patience with girlfriends who misbehave, especially those who take naughty delight in flirting with other men in his presence. And when she s a spoiled rotten brat who thinks she can get away with anything, well, rest assured he ll take her down a peg or two. I found that out six weeks after we d started dating.

We were at my best friend s husband s birthday bash and I was my usual frisky self, savoring the fact that I was the prettiest girl present as I soaked up the attention being paid to me by the male guests. Jonathan was off doing his thing, which is being super cool and charming. After a while it started to bother me that he seemed indifferent to the effect I was having on the other males. Wasn t he pleased that he had a girlfriend other men found highly desirable? Didn t he care?

That was when the frisky bitch in me, always within hailing distance, made her presence known. Screw you, Jonathan, I thought, as the wheels in my head started turning. Ignore me, will you? Well, then, take this . . .

I started flirting my ass off, dirty dancing with any and every guy who asked me. I held them close, rubbed up against them, even let them sneak feels of my tits and butt when they thought no one was looking. That did the trick. Every time I glanced at Jonathan I found him looking at me, at first just staring, then scowling. Yeah, gotcha now, baby, I thought happily. The pi ce de r sistance was when I grabbed the birthday boy, my best friend s husband, Paul, and gave him the wettest, sloppiest kiss with tongue you could imagine. Paul was delightfully surprised. Jonathan could not believe it!

Rather than drag me out of the catering hall right then and there perhaps because he didn t want to make a scene he waited until the other guests started leaving before approaching me at the buffet table. We re saying our good byes and leaving, right now, he informed me in a tone of voice reflecting his ire. His firm grip on my arm also told me that he meant business. Still, that didn t prevent me from playing the innocent as I gave him my best whatever did I do wrong look, complete with batting eyes.

Soon thereafter, Jonathan was steering me out of the hall and into the parking lot. He said not a word as he dumped me in the front passenger seat of his Lexus, got in behind the wheel and sped away, tires screeching on the pavement. Jonathan, my love, I cooed, just what has gotten into you. Oh yeah, I was laying it on good. Just begging for it.

Once at Jonathan s place, he wasted no time wrestling me over his lap as he sat down on the living room couch. If I didn t already know what was coming next, I certainly did when he roughly hiked my short skirt up over my hips and pulled my skimpy bikini underpants down around my knees. I struggled in his grip, twisting and turning, or at least trying to, as he told me I really had this coming.

Let me up this minute, I said, breathing hard from my exertions. Who do you think you are, anyway?

Jonathan chortled. I m a man who doesn t take kindly to his woman behaving like a tramp in public. On several occasions since we met it s occurred to me that you could do with a sound spanking. Tonight you ve given me the best reason yet.

With that, Jonathan began raining blows on my defenseless bottom, smacking it with obvious relish as I cried out and squirmed on his lap. Instinctively, I reached back to protect my behind, and when I did Jonathan grabbed not only that hand but my other as well, pinning both to the small of my back with his free hand. He had me now, damn it. Jonathan continued spanking my ass. Already the heat at my ass was intense, and I pictured my once creamy smooth butt a flaming red.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Well, you did deserve it, I was forced to admit to myself. My Jonathan was now punishing me for being such a bitch to him and yeah, I liked that. In fact, I liked it so much that I wanted more. More of those stinging slaps on my hurting butt, more of that fiery heat that was spreading from my rear end to my pussy. I was getting more and more wet, turned on by the thought of being disciplined for the first time in my life, by the image of myself in helpless surrender to my strong lover, by the wicked blows themselves. C mon, spank me, I said without realizing it, squirming now on Jonathan s lap, not to get away from the blows, but to give his striking hand even better access to my burning ass.

What was that? Jonathan asked. What did you say, Rachel?

Spank me. Punish me for being a bad girl, baby. Make my ass burn. I deserve it.

Jonathan didn t need any further encouragement. He set about really letting me have it, beating on my ass as if it was a drum, whacking one cheek and then the other, going back and forth, pausing every so often to drive a hand between my legs and feel the wetness there. Making it all the more exciting for me was the big bulge in his pants pressing up against my stomach, which told me that he too was enjoying this. A lot.

I think it was a combination of a tired arm and a turgid cock that made Jonathan suddenly stop his spanking of me. No sooner had he let go of my wrists, which he had pinned to the small of my back all this time, than I was up on my feet and tearing off my clothes. Now get naked, hurry, I told Jonathan.

We didn t even make it into his bedroom, doing it right there on the carpeted living room floor in front of the couch. Jonathan was like a man possessed as he fucked me, each powerful plunge of his cock into my molten pussy rubbing my poor burning ass into the carpet. With my arms and legs wrapped around him, I held on for dear life as he pounded into me.

When he said he wanted to finish doggy style, I was on my hands and knees in no time flat. The feel of his hands on my flaming ass added to my pleasure as he did me from behind. I came more strongly than I had in a long time, the ecstasy of orgasm holding me in its blissful grip as in my head danced visions of myself getting spanked in various embarrassing positions. Jonathan s climax was every bit as powerful, and I thought it very fitting when, at the moment of truth, he pulled out of my convulsing cunt to shoot his creamy come all over my still smarting ass.

That first spanking left such an indelible impression on me that I wasted little time provoking another, this time forgetting to give Jonathan an important message from his business partner. That got me two dozen hard whacks with a leather paddle Jonathan had stopped to purchase on his way home. Again the sex we had afterward was totally sensational.

Well, it s a year later, Jonathan and I have gotten engaged, and I am still getting spanked. Sometimes my bottom gets warmed because I ve been naughty, other times simply because Jonathan feels like having at my ass, which means fucking it as well as spanking it.

I guess all along I was looking for a man who could keep me in line, one who wouldn t put up with my nonsense. Now that I ve found him and discovered the special thrill of spanking, you can rest assured I m not about to let him go. In fact, I m thinking about doing something on our wedding day that will earn me one fabulous ass warming. It s important to get a marriage off on the right foot, you know.

Ms. Rachel W., Baltimore, Maryland

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