I GOT SPANKED, TEASED AND DOMINATED HARD

MY SPANKING STORY

Last Monday was my birthday. Usually, I wouldn’t want to celebrate. I mean, I may still be the right side of thirty, but that milestone is fast approaching and I don’t want to spend a day contemplating how much closer I’m getting to being no longer young.

I guess some people still say being almost thirty is young, but it doesn’t seem like it to me. So, I hadn’t been looking forward to my birthday. But then something happened that made me forget all my age-related self-pity. And I have my boyfriend Alex to thank for it.

I should probably explain. Alex is a lovely guy, really sweet, and I love the time we spend together. But if there was one thing I could change about our relationship; it would be the fact that he wasn’t into the same things sexually as me. Don’t get me wrong, when we make love it is fabulous, we really connect on every level and to be honest I can’t imagine myself ever being with anyone else.

But there is another aspect to sex. I mean, we all like sex, right, but we all have little kinks, fantasies, and so on. If we’re lucky, we get to explore them with a like-minded partner we trust. Which is why I took the chance to open up with Alex one day about the things I wanted.

We were lying in bed, one Sunday morning, and just chatting about this and that, and I was feeling kind of horny so, as I ran my fingers over his chest, I thought I’d risk being a little more open. So, I told him that I would love it if he spanked me some time. Actually, I said I wanted him to tie me up, spank me hard, tease me, punish me and then fuck me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes after I said it, but I kind of held my breath, waiting to see what he would say.

I thought, well, hoped really, that he would be okay with it, that he would even like the idea. I’d even got a kind of slave costume, a leather strappy thing with a collar, hidden in the bottom of my wardrobe, ready to put on for him if he went for it. But he didn’t go for it. Instead, he gave a long pause, and then said that he didn’t think he could really pull it off and it wasn’t really his thing.

I tried to hide my disappointment and we had sex soon after that and it was lovely as usual, but I have to admit that a tiny part of our relationship ended that day. For days afterwards I tried to thrash it out in my head. I mean, what was my problem? I had been open about what turned me on, he hadn’t been judgemental or anything, hadn’t called me a pervert, he just said that it wasn’t really something he was in to? And why would I think he would be anyway? Alex is a sweet, caring guy, a perfect boyfriend. It’s hardly his fault he isn’t into the kinky stuff.

HE SURPRISED ME..

And yet, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of disappointment. In desperation, I decided that the thing to do was to try to forget about this stuff, forget that it turned me on and stop watching that BDSM porn that I sometimes touched myself to late at night when Alex was asleep. God, if ever he had a look at my phone’s browser history! It made me feel miserable, but I reasoned it was just like giving up cigarettes and, since it was never going to happen with Alex, there was no point dwelling on it.

On the day of my birthday, I had been to work as usual, and I came home, laden with cards and balloons and gift bags from the people in the office, who treated me like a princess all day, which was lovely, although having to maintain a fixed grin had left me with an aching jaw.

“All I want to do is take a long bath and then crash on the sofa,” I announced, as I walked into our apartment and closed the door behind.

Alex appeared from the kitchen. There was the tempting smell of delicious food cooking.

“Oh, have you cooked for us? That’s lovely!”

He kissed me, wished me happy birthday, then told me that I had to get my ass upstairs, shower, and put on the outfit he had laid out for me on our bed. I thought he might be joking, so I just smiled and slumped upstairs into the shower. Drying myself off after the shower, I felt a bit more invigorated and wandered into the bedroom. And then I saw that Alex had been serious.

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On the bed was the kinkiest outfit I had ever seen. It was basically just leather straps, the kind of thing that some of the women in those BDSM videos I’d watched would wear. My first instinct was to tease Alex about it. I mean, it was so completely unlike him! But as I gazed at the outfit, my mind began to race as I thought about how it might feel, how it might look.

I TRIED ON THE KINKY OUTFIT

I slipped out of my robe and picked up the outfit. It took me a while to work out how to put it on. Eventually, I worked out that the straps were designed to criss-cross over my body and down my legs. Some of the straps came under breasts, framing and pushing them up and outwards. Other straps wrapped around my thighs and my waist, and there was also a collar, with a big silver ring attached to the front. I was essentially completely naked!

Still feeling amazed that Alex had chosen such an outfit for me, I walked downstairs. He was waiting in the hallway and I did a little twirl. He smiled but didn’t say anything. Instead, he clipped a lead to the ring on my collar and pulled. I gasped as I stumbled forward, but he didn’t care.

He led me into the kitchen and before I could work out what was happening, twirled me around, lashing my wrists together. Then he picked up something from the table and slipped it into my mouth. It was a pink rubber ball gag that he secured behind my head with a tight strap. He turned me around again and my eyes were wide with surprise.

Bending down, he tied my ankles together with cord and pulled them tight, so tight that I winced, but with the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t make a sound.

Slowly, Alex stood, dragging his fingers along my legs, across my belly, towards my exposed breasts. I began to breath heavily as his fingers traced circles around my breasts, brushing across my exposed nipples, teasing and probing, turning me on more and more with each touch. I was already breathing heavily when I felt his other hand sliding down between my legs, slipping between my thighs and teasing my pussy. I could feel myself yielding to him and I closed my eyes.

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Without warning, he turned me round and pushed me forwards, so that my upper body was pressed onto the kitchen table, my breasts crushed against the wood, my hands held behind my back.

ALEX STARTED SLAPPING ME HARD…

I felt his hands explore my ass, probing, stroking, caressing and teasing. And then, with a jolt, I felt a slap on my bare ass. I squealed into my gag. Another slap, on the other cheek. A third slap and I could already feel my ass was starting to get sore. I tried to ask him to stop, but of course, I couldn’t. The slaps came harder and more frequently. I tried to adjust my position, to stop it hurting, but it didn’t work. And as each slap made my ass sorer, the pain began to numb into tingling pleasure. I was beginning to drool onto the table through my gag and I could feel my pussy getting wetter.

The slapping stopped. I breathed hard, trying to recover my composure, if not my dignity. I could feel my heart pounding. I desperately wanted to look round to see what was happening, but I couldn’t lift myself up off the table. And then I felt Alex’s familiar, hard, amazing cock pressing against me. Instantly I pushed myself back onto him and felt him enter me.

Our lovemaking was always good, but this time the sensations were amazing. I was so turned on by the spanking and the domination and I pushed myself onto him desperately. And he seemed incredibly aroused, fucking me hard, much harder than usual. As he plunged his fat swollen cock into me faster and faster, he began to slap me and each slap on my bare butt just drove me to wilder and wilder until with cries of joy and pain and utter pleasure we orgasmed together.

After I had recovered, he untied me and slipped out the gag, then held my hand, leading back upstairs to our bed. In our bedroom, I flung my arms around him, kissed him hard and thanked him.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” he replied, with a smile. “Now get your ass onto that bed. I’m not done with you yet…”

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