My husband wakes me kissing me with both hands kneading my nipples between his strong fingers. "Good morning, love," he says in a deep throaty voice right next to my ear, "time for your morning spanking."
Obediently, a little wet from his words, I roll over onto his lap with my naked ass in the air, positioned for his right hand to spank me. He starts a bit lightly for my tastes, but he wants to warm me up. His hand lands squarely on the sweet spot at the bottom of each cheek, blow after blow, warming me up, building in intensity with each slap. He knows I like the thuddier slaps of a slightly cupped palm unless I'm really worked up and can enjoy the stingy slaps of his flat palm. He keeps building. I'm squirming and moaning with every slap. I love this. There is simply no better way to wake up.
I can feel my pussy getting very wet. So can he.
It's funny. When we first met, he was curious about how I could like this. He'd heard of spanking women, but he couldn't imagine how anyone could enjoy it. What could I do but demonstrate? I told him that I also like being ordered to lift my shirt and expose my breasts. Then I told him how much it turns me on to be made to take down my own panties for him. I showed him where the sweet spot is and explained what I wanted. He was more than willing to try it.