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I first spanked someone, sexually, when I was 18.
I can't actually tell you why. She was my girlfriend. I loved her, as much as you are capable of loving when you are 18.
I hadn't yet read the Story of O. I didn't know anything about feminism, or the possibility that spanking someone, or dominating them, might mean something politically as well as sexually.
I just, one Sunday, when I had a sore back from playing rugby the previous day, got into something of a bondage scene with my girlfriend. From the very beginning of our sexual relationship she'd responded excitedly if I held her down.
So instead of holding her down, I tied her down. Face down, on the bed, with two pillows under her pelvis, so her bottom was raised up in the air. I had planned to have sex with her in that position. I used a slender deodorant tin as an improvised dildo to penetrate her and open her up. It wasn't much bigger than my cock, one of those tins probably designed to fit in a handbag. I can picture now the colour of her skin, faint biscuit where she'd tanned in a swimsuit that summer, large areas of white where the swimsuit had covered, the hairs that gathered under her crotch where her half hearted attempts at trimming herself with a nail scissors had failed to reach.
She came very quickly; much quicker than usual. I started to tease her about her liking being tied down. SHe said something about not being able to help it. The conversation moved on; it was clear she didn't mind some humiliating references to how turned on she was.
So I called her a dirty girl and smacked her arse. No attempt to excuse it, or pass it off as play, just a big open handed smack. As long as I kept telling her it was punishment for being dirty she loved it, and accepted more smacks. I left the deodorant tin inside her, the blue cap sticking up in the air. Without any further contact from me than the spanking and my voice telling her she was filthy and a slut she came again; the evidence was the tin, pushed out of her by the contractions of her pussy muscles.
Sore back or not I fucked her in that position, and relished the power, and the way she reacted. Despite having to cut one of the ties I'd used to tie her to the bed, we repeated the same experiment the next weekend. Within about two months, we'd graduated to my using my belt to beat her, and buggering her if her orgasms left her suitably compliant. Once I'd bought her a dildo and a riding crop to add to my playbox she was utterly happy with our sex life, and her role.
But I stil can't tell anyone how those ideas came into my head; where from or why they clicked so naturallywith me, and her. I still suspect that if I hadn't met her I'd never have explored the pleasures of being in charge. I wonder if, wherever she is now, her tastes remain the same...
I can't actually tell you why. She was my girlfriend. I loved her, as much as you are capable of loving when you are 18.
I hadn't yet read the Story of O. I didn't know anything about feminism, or the possibility that spanking someone, or dominating them, might mean something politically as well as sexually.
I just, one Sunday, when I had a sore back from playing rugby the previous day, got into something of a bondage scene with my girlfriend. From the very beginning of our sexual relationship she'd responded excitedly if I held her down.
So instead of holding her down, I tied her down. Face down, on the bed, with two pillows under her pelvis, so her bottom was raised up in the air. I had planned to have sex with her in that position. I used a slender deodorant tin as an improvised dildo to penetrate her and open her up. It wasn't much bigger than my cock, one of those tins probably designed to fit in a handbag. I can picture now the colour of her skin, faint biscuit where she'd tanned in a swimsuit that summer, large areas of white where the swimsuit had covered, the hairs that gathered under her crotch where her half hearted attempts at trimming herself with a nail scissors had failed to reach.
She came very quickly; much quicker than usual. I started to tease her about her liking being tied down. SHe said something about not being able to help it. The conversation moved on; it was clear she didn't mind some humiliating references to how turned on she was.
So I called her a dirty girl and smacked her arse. No attempt to excuse it, or pass it off as play, just a big open handed smack. As long as I kept telling her it was punishment for being dirty she loved it, and accepted more smacks. I left the deodorant tin inside her, the blue cap sticking up in the air. Without any further contact from me than the spanking and my voice telling her she was filthy and a slut she came again; the evidence was the tin, pushed out of her by the contractions of her pussy muscles.
Sore back or not I fucked her in that position, and relished the power, and the way she reacted. Despite having to cut one of the ties I'd used to tie her to the bed, we repeated the same experiment the next weekend. Within about two months, we'd graduated to my using my belt to beat her, and buggering her if her orgasms left her suitably compliant. Once I'd bought her a dildo and a riding crop to add to my playbox she was utterly happy with our sex life, and her role.
But I stil can't tell anyone how those ideas came into my head; where from or why they clicked so naturallywith me, and her. I still suspect that if I hadn't met her I'd never have explored the pleasures of being in charge. I wonder if, wherever she is now, her tastes remain the same...
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ukwifeyuk
14 October 2007 - 09:21 PM
I love this, very sexy account. I've spanked my wife before - over the knee, bending over, making her pull her panties down and tell me what a dirty slut she is. I've also enjoyed slapping her tits, and spanking her freshly shaved pussy (gently) with my leather belt. So much of a turn on for both of us.
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