- Carnal Cosplay
- SHE GETS OFF HER GIRLFRIEND FAST—IN ORDER TO SLOW HER DOWN
- THE LOCAL BAR IS THE SETTING FOR THEIR STAGED SEDUCTION
- Wild Wife
- OLD FLAME BURNS HOT, AND THIS WIFE CAN’T RESIST—MUCH TO HER HUBBY’S DELIGHT
- WIFE-WATCHING HUBBY GETS A THRILL WHEN HIS WIFE HOOKS UP WITH A SULTRY TRANSSEXUAL
- POOL CLUB PARTY TAKES AN X-RATED TURN FOR AN ADVENTUROUS WIFE
- Sex Slave on Display
- Naughty Nooner
- SHE QUENCHES HER FAVORITE CUSTOMERS’THIRST FOR A THREEWAY
- WINDOW-DRESSER LEARNS THE THRILL OF BEING ON DISPLAY
- Her Slutty Apron And High Heels Turn Her Into His Perfect Submissive
- THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A “PEARL NECKLACE” TO MAKE A GIRL FEEL SPECIAL
- BOOKWORM’S RISQUE RESEARCH LEADS TO A NIGHT OF HOT ANAL SEX
I’m sorry you had to see that,” Tommy said soberly to our guests. “But I always find it’s best to punish Joanie at the moment of her transgression. The message really sinks in that way.”
I was bent over my husband’s lap with my ass exposed. My fancy turquoise sequined dress, which I’d spent hours agonizing over before the party, was pushed to my waist. My silky champagne-colored drawers dangled around my ankles. And my naked bottom was bright red. This last part I could only imagine, as I could not see what my behind looked like from my current position. But this wasn’t the first time Tommy had given me a bare-ass spanking, so I had a pretty good idea.
After one final, stinging swat, Tommy pulled me up so that I was standing at his side. I did not look at our four guests. When Tommy had originally told me he was planning this dinner party, I’d never thought that the outcome would be me willingly receiving a spanking in front of his four friends. How naïve I’d been. Like a girl getting ready for a fancy prom, I’d spent all day at the salon having my hair and nails done. I’d wanted to make a good impression for Tommy. Instead, I ended up with a bottom so hot you could sizzle bacon on it.
Tommy gently lowered my dress, covering me once more. But he did not tell me to pull my panties back up. What was going to happen next? I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. The silence was palpable until Jack, Tommy’s golf buddy, said, “No worries. I often have to spank Tina in public. She gets so bratty sometimes, I can’t wait until we get home.”
I was shocked. I looked at Tina—so elegant in her little black dress, her blonde hair in a French twist, her makeup perfect. She gave me a tempered, if slightly wicked, smile, and I felt my heart race. Then Raymond—an old college friend of Tommy’s—said, “Georgia, you tell them what happened to you Friday.”
Tommy surprised me, taking my panties all the way off and stuffing them into his pocket. He pulled me so that I was seated on his lap and handed me his wineglass. I took a sip, trembling all over. I could actually feel his hard-on tenting his slacks, but I didn’t say a word, didn’t acknowledge the fact that he was erect; I knew my place, even though I was equally aroused. Georgia, a pretty, athletic-looking girl with short red hair and full lips, ducked her head and blushed. Raymond nudged her, and she looked at the centerpiece of pale pink roses on the table and said, “I was being cocky when we were out bowling. Ray took me out behind the alley . . . ” she let her voice trail off. She was clearly flustered, and very turned on.
“ . . . and . . . ” Raymond prompted.
“And he—I mean you—whipped me with his belt, and I loved it.”
My pussy clenched as I listened to Georgia’s story. I’d never been in a situation like this before. Of course, I knew that Tommy and I weren’t the only BDSM couple in town, because he’d taken me to a few sex clubs. But I’d had no idea that these friends were also part of the scene.
Tommy squeezed my thigh affectionately. “See?” he said into my ear. “There are lots of other naughty girls around. Just like you. Other girls who like to misbehave, just to get their bottoms warmed.”
Suddenly, I understood what this dinner was all about. Tommy and I socialize from time to time, but he’d never put such effort into the scheduling of a party before. He’d told me that he wanted me to meet his friends. Now I realized that he wanted me to understand that I wasn’t the only girlfriend who had chosen to be in the sort of relationship we had.
When Tommy and I first met, he’d made it clear that he was a top. I was fine with that. Even if my previous boyfriends had always been vanilla, I had craved a kinkier lifestyle. In the bedroom, I’d always been a submissive sort of girl, liking when a man took charge, just like Tommy did. Sometimes, he would cuff me to the bed when he fucked me. Other times, he might use a blindfold or tie me down with scarves. After our initial visit to a BDSM club, he gave me my first spanking—and I’d loved it.
While Georgia stuttered across from me, doing her best to tell us all what had happened, I remembered the evening Tommy showed me what a bad girl really deserves. He’d stripped me down, and I had thought we were going to have sex, as usual. Rocking, powerful sex. But Tommy had other plans.
“Touch yourself for me,” he’d instructed. I had spread my legs and started to slowly rub my clit.
“The way you do when you’re alone—fantasizing all by yourself.”
I had never told him that I masturbated, so his words shocked me. But I continued, getting comfortable against the pillows and starting to play with my clit in the way I like best.
He’d watched me, carefully, as if wanting to learn every nuance of the way I touched myself. And then, right when I was on the cusp, he’d pulled my hand away. “I’m going to come,” I managed to squeak out, desperate for release.
“Not until I say so.”
“But I’m so close.” My hips were writhing on the mattress. He’d stopped me at the moment of no return. That’s what I’d thought anyway.
“Patience,” Tommy had instructed.
What got into me, I’ll never know. But I’d had the gall to snatch my hand from his and finish my climax. I’d thought we were playing. Tommy hadn’t looked angry. In fact, he’d laughed.
“Oh, willful little sprite, you are going to wish you hadn’t done that.”
The climax still working through me—my cheeks aglow, breathing ragged—I’d said, “Why? Are you going to take my orgasm back?”
“No, baby, but I am going to punish you for your behavior.”
I could actually feel my pussy getting wetter—even though I’d just come. How was he going to punish me? We’d been to that club together. I’d seen what “punishment” meant to different people in the lifestyle. What did it mean to Tommy?
I found out quickly. He’d pulled me over his lap, pushed my nightie to my waist, and spanked me. Like he did tonight, with his hand only, on my bare ass. When I’d squirmed, legs kicking wildly, he’d scissored one of his legs over mine and pinned my wrists at my lower back with one of his big, strong hands. His spanking stung, but it also thrilled me, leaving me more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
After that raucous evening, Tommy had slowly gotten me used to the idea that he would mete out punishments from time to time, not when we were in the bedroom, but anytime. I’d had a strange feeling about that, even though I also found it wildly exciting. I’d never dated a man who might, if I forgot to pick up his dry cleaning, take me across his lap and spank me. I will say, the situation took a little while to get used to. Not that I didn’t find being punished arousing—being topped by Tommy always made me wet. But I had to wrap my head around the fact that I, a dominant woman in my work life, was completely subservient to my lover in the privacy of our own home.
I’ll admit now that I liked the way our relationship felt right from the start. We clicked in a manner that had never happened for me with any other man. When Tommy would stroke his hand over his buckle, or when he’d tell me to go grab a wooden spoon from the kitchen, my pussy would gush. I’d be wet through the whole spanking, and often I’d even come while he paddled me. That shocked me the first time. I found myself upended over his lap, having made the indiscretion of bringing his scotch on the rocks sans the rocks, and then I found myself coming as he spanked my naked ass.
It hadn’t taken much for him to make my ass naked. I’d been serving him in only a sheer lace-trimmed apron over a pair of bikini panties, a tiny bra, stockings, and heels. I think I’d known from the moment he arrived home that a spanking was in my future, so I was already a bit juicy for him. But that was the first night I really accepted the fact that I was wired to be his love slave.
I climaxed from crushing my clit against his knee. I’d never felt anything like that, never experienced the freedom that having an orgasm from a combination of pain and pleasure could bring.
The concept that had taken more time to grow accustomed to was the idea that he might discipline me where others might see, though it secretly thrilled the exhibitionist in me. And that was why, I realized, Tommy had invited these two couples to our house.
In fact, as I sat on Tommy’s lap, feeling his prick pressing up against me, Raymond decided to demonstrate his control over Georgia.
“If you can’t tell them exactly what happened,” he said, his voice deepening, “I’ll have to show them how we play when you’re naughty.”
Georgia’s cheeks went pink, and she whispered something under her breath. For a second, she made a valiant attempt. Something had happened during bowling, and she tried to explain the story, but she kept stammering. Raymond gave her a warning look, and she became completely tongue-tied, even as she tried to bite back a bashful smile.
I thought, Oh, she’s in for it. But I could tell she couldn’t wait for whatever punishment her man was about to dish out.
Raymond quickly pulled her over his lap and lifted the back of her short, purple skirt. I’d admired the skirt when she’d walked in, thinking that she had such great legs, the tiny hem-length was perfect for her. Now, I felt pity, because she had nothing on to protect her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She seemed eager for Raymond to spank her.
“Georgia was being a brat,” Raymond said, lowering her itsy bitsy scarlet bikini panties. “I gave her plenty of warnings. I told her that if she did not get her act together, I’d take her outside and help her.”
I could easily imagine what Georgia was feeling, because I’d been in a similar situation only moments before. The pity that I’d felt, however, was becoming arousal. I hadn’t realized how turned on I’d be watching another girl on the receiving end of an erotic spanking. The times Tommy had taken me to the club, he’d always ushered me into a private room. I’d never gotten much chance to watch, having only caught fleeting glimpses of lovers in various stages of bondage and dominance games as we walked through the main room.
“I guess Georgia didn’t believe me,” Raymond recalled, “because she continued to push my buttons.”
While I watched, breathless, he let his hand smack against her ass and she moaned lustfully. I could almost feel the sting myself. My pussy tightened, and I drew in a quick breath. Tommy laughed softly. He was fully aware of the wet spot I was making on his slacks, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Oh, Georgia,” Raymond said, and he began spanking her in a firm, steady manner. “She often can’t behave correctly without these little reminders. I give her every chance to make things easy on herself, and she continues to test my boundaries. Nearly every night, she goes to bed with a bright red bottom. I can’t think of the last time she didn’t sleep on her stomach.”
I began ever so slowly to rock my hips in Tommy’s lap. It wasn’t only watching Georgia get spanked, it was the way Raymond was talking about spanking her that was making me wet. Georgia had her face turned away. I wished I could see her expression as Raymond continued to punish her, but I could hear her moans and sighs of pleasure.
“Do you always use your hand?” Tommy asked. I understood he was asking the question for me, so I could learn everything there was to know about his friends’ kinky relationship.
“Do I, Georgia?” He gripped her hair and turned her so she was facing us, exactly as I’d wished only moments before.
“No, Sir,” Georgia said.
Raymond landed another stinging blow to her backside.
“Well, tell them what I like to use.”
She sucked in her breath, and then said, haltingly, “He uses his hand, his belt, a paddle, a spoon, a hairbrush . . . ” her voice trailed off. Raymond resumed spanking her, nice and steady. Her face was flushed. I could only imagine what her asscheeks looked like.
“What do you like the most?” Raymond prompted.
“Like . . . ” Georgia faltered on the word. Tina laughed. I looked her way instantly and thought, Uh-oh.
In seconds, Jack had her in a matching position to Georgia’s, upended over his lap, her sleek black dress shoved to her waist. She shouldn’t have done that, I thought to myself. She should have remained the ice-princess she’d seemed when she had first shaken my hand. Now she was about to have her own bottom smacked. I pressed down again on Tommy’s cock. Tommy gripped my waist and began to do the rocking for me.
Jack began to spank Tina, to her delight. He had a different method than Raymond. He let a flurry of hot, hard blows rain down on her ass, and then he paused and gently rubbed her cheeks, first one and then the other. As she relaxed into the sensation, he spanked her hard and fast once more. I wondered whether she was getting as turned on as I was. I looked over at Raymond and Georgia. Georgia was staring at the spanking scene in front of her. She seemed to have forgotten that she was in a similar position. Her bottom was still exposed. She was still over her husband’s lap. But she watched in wide-eyed wonderment as Tina was punished. That is, until Raymond said again, “What do you like the most, Georgia?”
As he said the words, he put his hand into action again. But this time, he wasn’t spanking Georgia. This time, he was rubbing her pussy. I wished I could move the stupid floral centerpiece that I’d worked so hard on. The roses were impeding my view.
“Your belt,” she said, this time not hesitating. “I like when you whip me with your belt.”
“You do, don’t you? You like the stripes the leather leaves on your skin afterward. I’ve caught you checking out your reflection in the mirror.” Georgia seemed beyond the point of caring. Raymond was obviously touching her clit directly now. She had her head up and was biting her lower lip. I could feel my own climax beginning to build in me. Tommy drew me tight into his arms and whispered, “If you come from watching these girls get spanked, I’m going to have to punish you again.”
My clit positively twitched.
“Do you understand me?”
“Do you want to hear how?”
I nodded again.
Right in my ear, he whispered, “I will strip off all your clothes and bend you over the table. I’ll get one of your butt plugs and lube you up. And then while everyone watches, I’ll slip the plug into your hole.”
“What are you saying to her?” Jack asked. “No secrets at the table.”
“Tell them,” Tommy insisted.
I was now in the position Georgia had found herself in moments before. I had to say something out loud that would make me blush with embarrassment. But I knew better than to hesitate.
“Tommy said that if I come from watching you spank your wives, he’s going to punish me again in front of you all.”
“How?” Raymond asked.
My cheeks went pink, but I said, “He’s going to put in one of my butt plugs while you watch.”
“And?” Jack asked.
Tommy hadn’t told me the rest. I turned to look at him. He said, “Find out if you want to, baby.”
That was the release I needed to come. I rocked my hips more rhythmically on his cock, so I could get the direct pressure I required. My clit felt huge, twice its normal size. I came on his lap, crying out with pleasure. I had never been so lit up before. Tommy didn’t even allow me to catch my breath. He stood me up, pulled my dress over my head, and bent me over the table.
I heard him walking toward the bedroom, and I shut my eyes. Both Jack and Raymond had resumed spanking their wives. I listened to the clapping sounds of the spankings going on right in front of me, and I began to wonder what Tommy might do.
He was back in moments, and I felt him spread my asscheeks and lube up my hole. The sound of the spankings had stopped. Clearly, everyone in the room was watching us. Tommy began to slip in the butt plug, and I could tell right away it was one of our bigger ones. I sighed and wiggled, encouraging him to continue. Tommy screwed the plug into my hole, and then tapped the base with his palm to make sure the toy was fully inserted. I sighed.
“Now for the punishment,” Tommy said. I didn’t have a moment to prepare. Immediately, I felt the sweet sting of one of Tommy’s favorite implements on my backside. He’d brought the suede flogger. I kept my eyes shut and moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of the leather snapping against my flesh.
But then I heard someone else sighing. I opened my eyes and saw that Jack was fucking Tina over one of our dining-room chairs. She looked transported by bliss, her fussy hairdo down, her lips pursed into an “O.” Georgia was on her knees, sucking off Raymond. I could see her bright red ass, and I watched her play with her pussy while she swallowed his shaft.
Then I had to pay attention to Tommy, who was striping me with the flogger, stinging yet pleasuring me with every stroke.
“Ten more,” he said, “and then I’m going to fuck you.”
My whole body hummed with the anticipation of release. Tommy delivered the strokes quickly, then discarded the toy. I watched over my shoulder as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. My mouth practically watered; my pussy definitely did.
Tommy slid his cock into my waiting pussy, and he tugged gently on the base of the butt plug as he fucked me, creating a wave of sexy sensations inside me. I knew I was going to come quickly—based on the over-stimulation of watching both couples getting it on in our dining room, and having Tommy fuck me in one of my favorite positions. It did not take long for me to reach my peak once more, but I held on, waiting like a good girl until Tommy gave me permission to climax. I felt as if I were floating as I came, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Tommy climaxed right after me, pulling out to shoot his come all over my stinging backside. He rubbed his cream into my skin, and then stood me up so I could watch the fireworks going on in front of us—Raymond coming down Georgia’s throat, and Jack filling his wife with his seed.
It was an eye-opening experience, being surrounded by kink-loving people who were so free and open about their desires and willingly indulged in their passions.
But what a difference an hour made. We’d all turned from well-dressed, well-coiffed diners into debauched lovers, half-naked and satisfied. It took a few minutes for us all to regain our composure; I had to retreat to the bathroom to remove the plug and slip on a robe. When I returned to our guests, they were preparing to leave.
“Dinner at our place next week?” Jack asked as he led Tina from the room by her wrist.
“Definitely,” Tommy said, and Raymond nodded his agreement. “We’ll bring dessert . . . and a paddle.”