First off, I would like to express how much I enjoy your magazine, especially the stories about men being spanked and disciplined by women. I wanted to share with your readers a spanking experience that I had recently.

My wife and I are in our late thirties, and we both get off on her spanking me. Though I am left red and sore, these sessions are for the most part playful, and they lead to some incredible sex. But sometimes Jen will add a bit of discipline to the session, reminding me of some recent infraction and dictating my punishment. This is what happened just last week.

I had gone out to do an errand, telling Jen I d be right home. But as luck would have it I got sidetracked and didn t get home until about an hour later. When I pulled into the garage I knew I was in for a night of discipline because taped to the door was a note from Jen dictating the evening s events. On the knob hung a pair of her panties. The note ordered me to take off all my clothes and come upstairs in just the tight, skimpy panties. I found this order to be rather humiliating, but it aroused me at the same time.

When I got to the top of the stairs, my cock hard in the panties, there stood Jen dressed in a sexy skirt and blouse, high heels and black stockings. I knew that underneath she must be wearing a garter belt, plus sexy panties and a bra. She looked great, but on her face was a severe expression, and I knew I was really in for it. In her hand was an old fashioned wooden hairbrush that she had purchased just for these occasions. As I looked into the family room I saw some other implements of hers, telling me that she meant business and that I was in for a long, sore, delicious night.

Sometimes in these situations Jen orders me to make her a drink so she can watch me strut around in my panties, but this night she told me to get a straight back chair from the dining room, saying I would get a quick twenty from the brush while over her knee. She sat in the chair and I settled over her legs, and she quickly whisked my panties down and arranged my stiff penis between her knees. I knew that I was in for it from the first smack. She smacked me five times on each cheek in rapid succession, all the while lecturing me about my duties to obey her every wish.

The twenty smacks were over quickly, and with my ass on fire she ordered me to get on my feet and pull my panties up. She had me make her a drink, then sent me to the corner for some corner time. This is when I must stand with my nose in the corner and pull my panties down to expose my glowing backside for her to admire. After she finished her drink, she came up behind me and started kissing my neck and ear, telling me that she loved me, but that I must pay for my misdeeds. Then she guided me out of the corner by my cock, leading me to the chair. She picked up the wooden paddle, then sat again and motioned for me to position myself over her knees.

She became stern again, telling me that because of my behavior, she was going to give me double my age in strokes from the paddle. She rubbed the paddle all over my bottom as I awaited my fate, then she began to lay into me with all her might. By around the twentieth stroke I was begging her to stop, half of me really wanting her to and the other half of me wishing the sweet pain would go on forever. By sixty strokes I was screaming that I couldn t take any more, but she continued on, causing tears to stream down my face. Finally she finished and ordered me back to the corner, telling me not to touch my burning bottom.

But I couldn t help myself and began to massage my flaming cheeks, at which time Jen ordered me back over for ten blows with the strap, just to drive her point home. I was sobbing and screaming by now, trying to move so that my hard cock would rub against her inner legs. But finally my punishment was over, and she gathered me into her arms and caressed my head, kissing my cheeks and face. I reached for Jen s pussy and found it sopping wet. We kissed and fondled for a while before Jen decided to move things along and take me to the bedroom.

Once there she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, telling me to eat her. I dove straight for her sweet pussy, slurping away, drinking her juices as if I d been trapped in a desert for weeks. It didn t take long before Jen began to moan and writhe through an orgasm, her thighs gripping my head as she came. When she had recovered I crawled up her body and jammed my cock into her slick cunt, then began pounding into her like a jackhammer. I was so hot that it only took a few strokes before I erupted, spraying my wife s pussy with a copious load of semen.

Our spanking sessions just get better and better each time. Jen has said that she might even invite her girlfriend to join in my next spanking session. I can t wait to see if she ll really carry through with this sweet threat.

Mr. Sam R., Branford, Connecticut

My name is Jenny and I m twenty two years old. Jimmy, my husband, is twenty four and we ve been married for just under a year. He s an automobile mechanic and we met when I brought my car into his station for repairs. He s really good looking, tall and slender, with sandy hair and the brownest eyes. I was taken by his shyness and his almost overly polite manner. It was the longest time before I could get him to stop calling me Ma am, that s how reserved he was. But I thought it was charming, and with each visit to his station I fell more and more in love with him.

He really liked me, too, I could tell, but his inherent shyness prevented him from expressing his interest, even though I was flirting shamelessly with him. But not to worry. As I m anything but shy, I simply started the ball rolling by asking Jimmy out on a date. He was surprised and even blushed a bit, but he accepted my invitation to a rock concert with a smile that melted my heart. We were off and running, and a year later we got married and settled into a small house on the outskirts of town, within easy driving distance to Jimmy s station and my job in a travel agency.

For a while, things were really great, but then I started to get bored with our routine. Every day it was more of the same: wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed. And the qualities that had attracted me to Jimmy in the first place his shyness, his easygoing nature, his readiness to compromise didn t seem all that appealing anymore. Even the sex, which had always been very good, began to lose its zip and as I result, I grew restless. As an only child, I had been spoiled rotten, getting anything and everything I wanted either by asking for it or throwing a tantrum. And now I wanted some excitement in my life, some mystery and adventure, and so I reverted to form to get it.

Intent on shaking things up, I started teasing Jimmy and deliberately going against his wishes at every turn. I stubbornly refused to do this, that and the other thing unless it was at my convenience. I was arrogant. Rude. A royal pain in the butt.

What I wanted was a reaction from my husband, some show of anger. Hell, we hadn t had one decent fight since we d known each other! I was tired of comfy cozy and honey bunny I wanted real heat and passion, some sign that we were flesh and blood and not programmed robots. I would have settled, I think, for a knock down drag out argument just to get our adrenaline flowing. What I got and it really blew me away was an old fashioned bare bottom spanking when Jimmy finally shed his patient, mild mannered persona and turned into a marvelously macho stud. My pussycat became a roaring tiger!

I had been doing my bratty thing for maybe six weeks when it all came to a head. As he had done on previous occasions, Jimmy returned home from work on a Friday night with candy and flowers, in the hope of bringing me around. Of course, it didn t work. I accepted the flowers and candy with a mumbled Thank you and tossed them into an easy chair as I went unsmiling into the kitchen. Jimmy said something that I didn t catch.

I was standing at the sink when I got this funny feeling that I was being stared at. I turned around and there was Jimmy, hands on his hips, with an expression on his face I had never seen before, and as he walked slowly toward me I got nervous.

Jimmy, what going on? I asked, my voice quavering.

Jenny, he said, finally speaking. I don t know what s been gnawing at your gut lately, but whatever it is, we kill it right here and now. You re my wife and you re going to start acting like her again. He wasn t shouting really, but the tone of his voice left no doubt that he was dead serious. Jimmy had never spoken harshly to me before and it was scary but also wickedly exciting. Even as he laid down the law I could feel my pussy getting wet and my juice seeping into my panties. I was seeing my husband in a new light, and I liked what I saw.

I started to speak, but Jimmy cut me off by grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He marched me over to the loveseat and stood me in back of it. I m going to show you what you can expect every time you start acting like a brat, he said. Then he flipped up my short denim skirt and pushed me over the backrest of the loveseat. God, he was going to spank me!

Smack! Jimmy s work toughened hand crashed against my pantied bottom and I let out a shriek. Another smack, another shriek. My white cotton panties provided no protection at all from the sting of my husband s blows, which he delivered one after the other as I moaned into the cushions of the loveseat. It was horribly embarrassing, but also incredibly exciting. The image of myself draped helplessly over the back of our loveseat with my husband my strong, passionate husband spanking me, was a powerful turn on. My ass was hurting, yes, but in a way that felt strangely good. And didn t I deserve to be spanked? Of course, I did.

I lost count of how many times Jimmy s hard hand made contact with my behind. Finally, he stopped and pulled me up so that I was standing erect. Quickly, he got my skirt off and tossed it aside. Now, baby, he said, push down your panties and I ll finish the job. I had assumed that the spanking was over and started to protest, even as the idea of pushing down my panties so he could have at my naked ass was causing my now wet cunt to throb in arousal. Just do it, Jenny! my husband barked. And I did, feeling deliciously submissive and totally at the mercy of my conquering hero.

Less than a minute later, I was again draped over the backrest of the loveseat with Jimmy whacking away at my poor bottom, which felt like it had been branded with an iron. I shrieked and sobbed and howled and wondered if I d explode in orgasm before I even had my husband s cock inside me, which was something I craved with a passion. My pussy felt almost as hot as my ass, and I was soaking the top of the backrest with my juices.

When Jimmy stopped spanking me, I pushed myself up and turned to face him. His expression now was one of lust and the giant bulge in his jeans told me that he was as turned on as I was. Baby, please, I said in a husky voice, take me into the bedroom and fuck me hard. I need you so bad.

And that s exactly what he did. In minutes we were naked and screwing with a passion neither one of us had felt since the early days of our marriage. I came again and again as Jimmy took me this way and that, the last time taking me from behind while sticking his thumb up my asshole. At my fervent request, he came all over my face, something I had never permitted him to do before. It was altogether amazing sex that we had that night.

I had wanted to stir things up some and I certainly succeeded, in the process gaining new respect for my husband and discovering the unique thrill of getting spanked. I guess it ll come as no surprise that I m still stirring things up and reaping the rewards.

Ms. Jennifer K., Ames, Iowa

Discipline plays a very important part in my sex life with my husband, Herman. Herman often craves to be spanked, paddled or whipped on his creamy white buns, and I am always more than happy to dish out the strokes. You see, it turns me on to turn his white ass a beautiful beet red as much as it turns him on.

Since both Herman and I work full time, it is necessary that both of us help out with the household chores. I will not be married to a man who does not do his share (though, I must admit, Herman may do a lot more than just his share of the work). I have established a strict routine that Herman must follow, and whenever he deviates from that routine without my permission, he earns demerits, with some transgressions earning him more demerits than others. I keep track of his demerits for the week in my special discipline book, and on Friday evenings I add up his demerits for the week and apply a suitable punishment.

This past week Herman was particularly naughty. Every day he is required to go directly home after work and start dinner. But one day I left work early and saw his car parked in front of the local tavern. I was furious with his completely unacceptable behavior and marked down many demerits in my book. I managed to keep my cool until Friday, but when Herman came home that night, he found me dressed in a long skirt and a white high necked blouse, my hair in a bun and glasses perched on my nose. I wanted to look as strict and severe as possible. Herman knew he was really in for it this time.

Without a word, I marched Herman to the bedroom and ordered him out of his clothes. Then I tied his wrists with a soft cord and hoisted him onto his toes, tossing the rope over the top rail of our four poster bed and pulling it tight. Herman s penis began to twitch as I oiled his bare bottom. I knew he was anticipating the delicious spanking I would give him that night.

I began to stroke Herman s penis, and in no time he was fully erect, his member pointing at me tauntingly. I quickly wrapped a length of elastic cord around his balls, causing his cock to become even more fully engorged. Herman moaned and thrust his pelvis toward me, obviously seeking some more attention for his swollen cock. But I ignored him and went about my business.

I took out my suitcase full of all different color panties and lay each one on the bed in front of Herman, then I began to recite his list of demerits for the week. The panties range from a pale pink to a deep scarlet, and each color corresponds to a certain number of demerits. Herman had earned the scarlet panties that night, and his eyes grew wide as I slid them up his legs and snapped them into place over his hard cock and tight buns. Herman knew that I always aim to match his skin color to the shade of his panties, and he was panting with the thought of the punishment he was about to receive.

To hold his body in place, I bound his thighs to the lower railing of the bed with ace bandages. Herman wiggled about, trying to find something to rub his drooling cock against, but his movement was severely restricted. He began to whimper for me to touch him, and for that I stuffed a ball gag into his mouth and fastened it around his neck. Then, moving very slowly and deliberately, I fetched my first implement of discipline. It was a nice white paddle, and I rubbed it softly against Herman s well oiled buns, listening to his moans of pleasure.

Suddenly I struck a blow to Herman s panty covered ass, causing his pelvis to thrust forward and a muffled scream to escape his lips. I continued to paddle him, all the while listing his serious errors of the week and expressing my disappointment with his behavior. After about fifteen blows, I yanked his panties down to check my handiwork and saw that the panties were still a few shades darker than his rosy ass. I still had work to do, and the thought of smacking Herman s ass some more had me as hot as hell. But first I decided to work Herman up a little more by running my finger up and down the crack of his ass and slipping just the tip into his puckered little hole.

Herman was wriggling about and thrusting his ass back, trying to impale himself on my small digit. I yelled at him for having such nerve, then pulled his panties back up and delivered ten quick, sharp blows. When I checked his ass this time I found his skin a luscious crimson, and I told Herman he had almost made up for his demerits. But my pussy was on fire by this point, and I needed him to satisfy me first. I craved a stiff cock in my cunt.

I quickly released Herman and retied him spread eagled to the bed, leaving his ball gag in place. I yanked his panties to his knees and his meaty cock sprang up to greet me, almost as angry red in color as the panties. He looked up at me, silently pleading, and his look of utter helplessness had me on fire. I straddled my husband s pelvis and plunged my hungry pussy onto his shaft. I rode him without mercy, my hands reaching underneath him to clutch his burning ass. The heat from his ass flowed into my hands, spurring me to pump even more furiously.

As good as his cock felt inside me, every time I sensed Herman was about to come I stopped moving, causing him to groan in frustration. But finally I could hold back no longer and exploded in a frenzy of passion, bucking and groaning as my climax raced through me. I could feel Herman s cock starting to jerk, and I slid off him just in time to see him shoot jets of come onto his white belly.

I slumped down on Herman until my breathing slowed, then I slowly composed myself. I gathered my things to go sleep in the guest bedroom, leaving my husband to spend the night bound and gagged, so he could think seriously about his infractions. Maybe next week he will do better, but I hope not. Disciplining Herman with a good, solid spanking is without a doubt the highlight of my week.

Ms. Augusta M., Charlottesville, Virginia

Big trouble I had it written all over my face. And I was enjoying every second of it. To all outward appearances, however, I looked very contrite and innocent. Still clad in the short, swishy skirt, silk blouse, stockings and high heels I had worn to a party earlier that evening, I stood before my husband with my hands clasped behind my back and my eyes cast down, staring at the carpet. I was trembling, not in fear, but in hopeful anticipation of what punishment he had planned for me.

My dear Joy. Colin settled himself on the low padded bench that sits at the foot of our bed. You behaved very badly this evening.

Yes, sir, I whispered.

This cannot happen again. I shall have to punish you most severely. Colin s lilting British accent never fails to make my knees weak and my heart leap with passion. I smiled inwardly at his words, though. They were all part of the long familiar yet ever thrilling game we were playing. I could have recited the next line with him. Now tell me, if you would be so kind, everything you did. Tell me how badly you misbehaved. Unburden yourself completely. Tell me why I should punish you.

I was only too happy to comply. First, I ignored you at the party. Then I flirted with every man there. Finally, I made you bring me home before you were ready to leave. In truth, I had done none of these things, and Colin knew it, too. But I was so hungry to feel my husband s firm, Celtic hand spank my all American, aerobically fit ass we both were, I think that I would have admitted to doing just about anything.

Colin leaned back slightly and rested his elbows on the bed s sturdy oak footboard. Just as I thought. You do indeed deserve to be spanked. My pussy gave an anticipatory throb. This next part was my favorite next to the actual fanny tanning, that is. You d better beg me, Joy, he commanded sternly. Beg me to punish you.

Oh, please, I whispered. I have been such a bad girl. I want you to spank me. I deserve to feel your strong hand on my ass. Please. Colin was easily persuaded this time.

Come here, Joy. I knelt and draped myself over my husband s waiting knees, my fingertips touching the floor to help support myself. I was so excited to finally receive the punishment we had teased each other about throughout the party that I could barely hold myself still. Colin slowly lifted my skirt and draped it across my lower back. He worked one hand into the waistband of my silky panties and slid them down to my bent knees, leaving the smooth, firm flesh of my ass helplessly exposed.

We will start with a few smacks to warm you up, Colin informed me. And you will not cry out. Do you understand? I nodded. With no further warning, his hand came down on my right asscheek with a loud, sharp thwack. I gasped. Colin slapped my left cheek with equal force. True to his word, my husband warmed up my ass very nicely with a couple more stinging spanks. Warm hell, my cheeks felt like they were on fire! My pussy was absolutely dripping. I prayed Colin would never stop.

But he did, frustrating me completely by pushing one finger, then two into my wet, aching pussy. Slowly, teasingly, he fucked me with his thick fingers, in and out, until I was about to come. I was writhing in his lap, bucking my hips to meet the rhythmic thrusts of his hand when all of a sudden he pulled it away. I moaned, my orgasm momentarily thwarted as Colin resumed his stinging assault on my ass.

The tip of Colin s left thumb eased its way into my anus, resting there quietly and maddeningly, telling me who was in control, as his right hand delivered two more blows. I had to grit my teeth to prevent myself from using our code word, not because I was in any real pain, but because I so very much wanted to come. As my husband delivered another firm swat, I became aware of a telltale bulging in his tight jeans. It told me what to expect later.

Now that you have been properly warmed up, Colin informed me, your true punishment will begin. He helped me to rise and allowed my panties to fall to the floor unhindered. He led me to the overstuffed mohair chair in the corner of our bedroom and carefully bent me over the padded back, my hands planted firmly on its solid seat, with my skirt once again carefully lifted and resting on my lower back. When he was satisfied with my new position, he grabbed our favorite riding crop from the nightstand drawer. It s an old one, and the leather tip is worn and soft, kept that way with regular, loving applications of mink oil. Not that it doesn t pack one hell of a sting as I knew from experience.

My husband approached me from behind, making me wait a few agonizing seconds before the leather crop made whistling contact with my ass. I jumped a little, involuntarily, but quickly settled into the arousing rhythm of his warm, light strokes.

I knew my cheeks were going to be covered with little reddened welts for days, a side effect I have always enjoyed immensely. The small leather tip cracked against my flesh with quickening blows. My ass felt as if it was on fire, and I could feel a small trickle of pussy juices creeping down my leg. I desperately wanted to come, anyway I could. Colin must have realized this because he resumed his seat on the bench and looked at me long and hard. Finally my husband said, Sit in the chair, Joy. I want you to open your legs and masturbate for me. I want to watch you make yourself come. Move.

I certainly did, and quickly, too, relieved that I was being allowed to come. Sitting on that chair immediately after the thorough spanking was quite uncomfortable. However, I wrapped my legs around the front legs of the chair, then reached down and slowly parted my labia, showing my husband my inner lips and firm, swollen clitoris. Keeping my lips open and exposed with one hand, I toyed with my sensitive nub and hungry opening with the other, my dripping slit providing all the lubrication I could possibly need.

Almost immediately, as I was rubbing my clit in my favorite circular motion, I felt the first familiar waves of warmth begin deep in my body. Shrieking with delight, I came, long and deep and hard, throwing my head back and arching my sore ass off the seat of the chair. The pain I felt when I slammed my ass back into the seat amplified the pleasure my orgasm was giving me. After what seemed like forever, I collapsed onto the chair, drenched with sweat and perfectly sated.

Have you been punished enough? I nodded my reply to his question, too spent to even open my eyes. Are you going to be a good girl?

Yes. I whispered weakly.

I could hear Colin get up from his seat. He came over to the chair and lifted me tenderly in his strong arms, then carried me over to our bed and gently laid me on it, placing me on my stomach. The sheet was smooth and cool, and my sweat dried quickly.

My husband sat beside me, and soon I felt his hands, so hard and unforgiving earlier, gently spread lotion across my ravaged assflesh, rubbing it in carefully and massaging away most of my soreness. The mattress shifted slightly as Colin stood up. Slight but unmistakable sounds told me that he was quickly removing his clothes, then he carefully stretched out on the bed beside me. I rolled over onto my side, and Colin pulled my bare body to his, kissing me long and hard, his stiff penis pressing against my stomach.

Finally, Colin gently rolled me over onto my back. I wrapped my legs around Colin s hips, lifting my sore ass off the sheet as he slowly impaled my well lubricated pussy. My husband fucked me with deep strokes, torturing both of us by nearly pulling his dick out of me, then plunging it all the way back into my wet pussy.

In almost no time, I could tell by Colin s deep and ragged breathing that he was just about ready to come, so I began to increase the thrusts of my hips against his pubic bone, grinding into him and pulling his cock into me as far as possible with each plunge.

Colin growled, and with just a few more thrusts he came, filling my hole with his seed as his hips met mine thrust for thrust in a moment of pure ecstasy.

Then it was Colin s turn to collapse, panting and sweaty, onto the mattress beside me. Instinctively, I snuggled next to him as he held me in his arms.

There are very few people who know about the more unusual aspects of Colin s and my marriage, and even fewer who understand it. What nobody knows, however, is that the roles of spanker and spankee are not permanently assigned. I am as likely to spank Colin s ass until it is red and burning as he is to spank mine.

The other night, for instance, I pretended to be quite angry with Colin for coming home late from work. I ordered my husband to strip, then to take a long shower. Hot water opens the pores and makes every spank tingle and smart even worse.

When he emerged from the shower and toweled off, I ordered, Go into our bedroom and assume the bench position. Now! My voice was as full of mock fury as I could make it. He obeyed instantly, kneeling on the floor at the foot of our bed and resting his entire torso on one end of the bench, leaving his ass high in the air.

I decided to make Colin wait for it, knowing from past experience how much hotter that makes him. So I blindfolded him. Don t even think of moving, I growled as I left the room for a few moments.

When I came back, to my satisfaction, I noticed that my husband hadn t moved a muscle, but that his cock was now completely erect. You will be punished until you come, I informed him. Do you understand? He nodded. Do you want to be unable to stop me? Predictably, Colin nodded again. I pulled a medium size ball gag out of the same drawer where we keep the riding crop, pushed the ball into his eager mouth and buckled it around his head, thereby preventing my husband from saying our code word. Colin has already told me more than once that he loves the extra level of helplessness the gag provides. Ready? I asked. He nodded one final time.

I raised my arm and quickly brought my hand down squarely on Colin s exposed right cheek. He flinched, and I gave a mirror blow to his left cheek. I varied the rhythm and aim of my blows so he would never be able to predict when or where the next one would fall. From the look on his face, distorted as it was by the gag, I could tell he was in heaven. So was I.

At one point I stopped the spanking and reached down to fondle and inspect his tight balls. Spread your legs, I ordered. Wider. That s it. Colin moaned as I gently squeezed his sac and brushed my fingertips across his now exposed asshole, a promise of something to come, and he arched up to meet my finger in hopes of achieving a little accidental anal penetration. No dice, I informed my husband. You re not nearly warmed up enough yet. Now keep those legs spread while I punish you some more.

I hit him full strength, again and again, knowing that s how he likes it. I stopped when his cheeks were a deep red, reaching down between his legs to inspect his shaft. Considering how hard his cock was, I suspected my husband was about ready to come. Well, no matter. What I planned to do to him next would give his organ a chance to soften slightly, delaying his eventual release and, consequently, prolonging his punishment.

Once again I reached into the drawer, this time pulling out a sizable butt plug, a tube of lubricant and the riding crop. My husband wriggled slightly in anticipation. Easy, I whispered. All in good time. I smoothed the lubricant into the crack of Colin s ass and inside the rim of his dark hole, at least as far as I could reach with my finger.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I eased the plug into my husband s ass. He gasped a little as the wide part passed his sphincter, but didn t move a muscle. I was ready to pick up our wicked leather crop and resume my ministrations, and eager to take aim at the new target: the pale pink base of the butt plug now nestled in his deep crack.

Each time I flicked the tip of the crop so that it would hit the base of the plug, Colin flinched and drove it deeper into his ass. I continued to redden the flesh on either side of the plug, again striking randomly and unpredictably. There was no sound in the room except for the distinctive light crack of leather against skin and Colin s heavy breathing.

That breathing soon turned to muffled moans when my husband came, jerking his hips as semen gushed out of his cock. I continued to thrash him with the riding crop until he was finished, then removed the gag but not the plug. I straddled the bench and maneuvered my honey dewed pussy so it was almost touching his face.

Thank me, Colin. Thank me for punishing you.

Without a word, he plunged his face into my horny muff, licking and sucking my slit and hot little button with wild abandon. He raised his hands and gently pulled back my nether lips, exposing my clit to his teasing tongue and fingers. I leaned back and braced myself with my hands to take some of the weight off my asscheeks, which were still tender from a session a few days earlier.

Easily as good at cunnilingus as he is at spanking, Colin soon had me clutching his hair as his tongue made its way from my creamy hole to my hard little clit. Colin began to lick at my clit with short, soft strokes that were the perfect speed and pressure.

Then he switched to tormenting me, running his tongue along my inner lips and ignoring my cunt and my electrified knob completely. Holding my nether lips apart with one hand, Colin gently inserted one long finger into my hungry vagina, wiggling it ever so slightly once it was in which greatly intensified the sensation. Meanwhile he was just barely brushing my aching clit with the faintest of tongue laps. I decided to torment him back by reaching down and playing with his red, sore buttocks. As if in response, or perhaps knowing that my orgasm would make me stop, Colin buried his face in my cunt and licked and sucked at my hot button until I came, bucking and twisting so hard that I thought I would fall off the bench.

Recently I saw a beautiful paddle advertised at a local sex shop. It s wooden, about five inches wide and a foot long, and completely covered with soft black leather. The handle is rounded and wrapped with black leather. Strands of soft leather thong about a foot long dangle from the end of the handle. Colin has promised to buy it for me for my birthday next month. I can t wait.