How long will you let life drag you away from your fun? Joy, experienced by the communion of you and your love, is the truest beauty there is to your world. You matter. Your happiness, relaxation, and time are precious. It can be hard to cling to a routine, to justify it to yourself when there's always a convenience or urgency in the way.
Every month, this married couple tries to schedule a special session of sex that indulges in their fantasies of pain, dominance, and submission. Sometimes, they even succeed!
Kara is a pale woman with dancing eyes that relax your shoulders when you stare into them. She has a wistful squint, like she's withholding a secret that could embarrass you. She is quiet, not shy, and though she stands neutrally she has an energy that feels like home. Short brown hair curls down her neck, not gracing her shoulders. And, standing nude, her incredible endowments steal the attention from her face. She's not comfortable with her belly, however slight it is, and she covers her thighs, lightly dimpled in cellulite. But, when her husband holds her hands, she feels accepted.
Zach is a tan man with a grin so wide you'd think it insincere. He fidgets, shifting his weight from ball of foot to heel, in constant motion. His broad shoulders bump walls around him when he turns too quickly to engage in conversation with a stranger. His straight black hair is brushed sidelong, twisting up when styled like feathers texturing his silhouette. Though he believes that he could never be great enough to deserve the life he has, he also never stops trying to become so. Standing nude, his muscled arms and strong shoulders draw the eye across their deep shadows. His analytic eyes will catch you staring. He is uncertain, bashfully unaware, but his wife centers him and holds him still.
And, tonight, they've locked the doors and prepared a game:
They stood in their master bedroom, both in comfortable clothes. Kara wore a soft, thin graphic tee and thin pants that hugged her hips tightly but which hung loosely from below the thighs. Zach wore a simple cotton shirt and thin sweatpants. Kara was pacing across the carpet, excited for their game that Zach had made. Zach was sat on the edge of the bed, reading from his phone:
"The rules are simple:
Players take turns hurting each other until one loses by saying, 'Mercy'. Players can move, but the usual position is the man on his back and the woman on her stomach, laying beside each other with their hips to the other's eye-level.
The man starts each round, setting the severity. He spanks the woman by some increment of 5, alternating cheeks every 5 slaps. Then, in retaliation, she can slap his balls with an open palm once for every 5 spanks she received. She must wait until his turn is finished, but a turn cannot have more than 50 spanks--or 10 ball slaps.
After the woman's turn, she controls the pace of the recovery. She can masturbate the man while he reciprocates by rubbing her clit. This simultaneous stimulation ends when the woman stops, but cannot last more than 1 minute.
Once per game, the woman has a special turn that reverses the usual dynamic. After she retaliates with ball slaps, she can announce, 'I'm not done', and continue slapping. She can slap up to 20 times, but then the man retaliates with 5 times as many spanks. Once concluded, play continues as normal, with the woman starting the recovery round. This means she should try to use this special turn as a finishing move.
Finally, negotiations can be made. A player can initiate a request to change a rule at any point, and their opponent can renegotiate as desired. Negotiations aren't pauses--play can continue during them.
The winner owns the loser for one hour."
Kara stopped pacing, and looked at her husband with an eager smile. Zach arched his eyebrows, turning up from his phone, "Well?"
Kara looked down, her gaze tracing over his arms, down his body, resting on his groin. Through his pants, she saw even the faint shadow line of his penis head. Still soft, still in that cute shrimp-y look underneath that she liked to tease. She wanted to see it. She stepped forward, grabbing her shirt bottom, "Well? Let's get started."
Zach smirked, "Well hold on now: Are you trying to negotiate?"
He patted the bedside, pushing himself onto his back, resting his head on a pillow. Kara mockingly frowned at his smug smile and licked her lips playfully, "Do you want to start clothed?"
"Well," he stared at the corners of his eyes, "it just feels like I have the more vulnerable targets in this game. I need the pants for safety."
Kara climbed onto the bed, rolling her shoulders. She watched as his gaze fell under her, at her swinging breasts, dangling under her loose shirt. She saw his erection react. She lay down beside him, her ass beside his face, then she longingly ran a finger up his thigh, purring, "But what about the recovery rounds? How will I pump your cock right if I can't get a good enough grip?"
Zach swallowed, "I'll take off my pants, only my pants, if you do something for me."
She looked back, over her shoulder, "What do you have in-mind?"
Zach shrugged, laying a firm hand on her lower back and rubbing mindlessly, "Make me an offer."
Kara put a finger to her lips, "Hm. How about I get you nice and hard before you start spanking me?"
She reached her hand between his legs and softly, gently pressed the back of her hand to his genitals. She started low, brushing up against him slowly, rubbing delicately from his balls up his shaft that lay against his pelvis. She followed its imprint through his clothes, but he caught her wrist with his hand. "You're not very persuasive."
She feigned insult, looking sideways at his grin. She shrugged, "Well, if my words aren't enough, I can use my mouth for other things."
She leaned over, letting her tongue hang out, then grabbed his waistband and lowered his pants. She turned her head back to him, but he was busy staring at her ample ass. She wiggled her hips, asking, "Well? One minute with my mouth? Is it worth your pants?"
Zach smiled, "Sure, pull them off me. But, I'm going to spank you while you get to work."
Kara dragged her man's pants down to his thighs, revealing his ostentatious underwear. It was a silly gift she'd gotten him, almost daring him to wear it, bright pink with eggplants all over. She giggled, then felt a sharp sting on her right buttock. She jolted a bit, then pulled down his boxers.
The next strike hit her, and she felt her ass shake in reverberation. She stared for a moment at his erection, long enough to make her nervous when she had to take him all the way into her throat. It was never something she could do without mental preparation. But then, another palm cracked onto her ass, and she gasped. She felt the heat in her bottom, warming her. She drooled down onto his dick, and lowered her head. She heard him say from behind her, "Don't touch the dick; focus on my balls."
She ran a tongue across them, rolling it around each full egg before trailing down the line of his scrotum. Another slap echoed off the walls, and she inhaled sharply. Then another, as she took one testicle into her mouth to suck. She moaned on it like a pacifier, then he moved to her other side with his next spanks.
She licked and sucked, moving gently across his sac and taking his next nut into her mouth. She let it run across her flat tongue when she pulled it in, gently nursing it with suckling motion, before letting it fall back out from gravity. Again and again his palm reddened her ass, through the thin pants that gave her no protection. "It's like you're not even wearing pants," Zach sighed ecstatically, "I'm watching it bounce."
Kara felt him grab her waist and grip her pants. She turned back to him, his balls in her mouth, eyeing him with a sparking gaze. Zach cocked his head, "May I?"
She pulled her head up with a slurping pop, his plums falling out of her puckered lips. A thin strand glistened from her bottom lip to his balls as she responded, "You can take them off, but it'll cost you an extra two slaps."
Zach chuckled, "And how much for--THIS?!"
He shoved upward, hard, on her waistband, bunching it up into a wedgie. Kara braced herself, grunting in pain, falling forward slightly. Her face was just an inch from his twitching cock and shifting, glistening balls. She felt him wrench up just a bit more, then another rapid series of spanks lit up her ass. She squealed, partly in pain and partly in glee at how much shame she felt. Her flushed face was the color of his engorged prick. She felt her wetness start to give that damp heat against her tight-fitting fabric. When Zach stopped assaulting her cheek, she gave a long, loving kiss onto each of his balls.
Then, she turned, saying, "For that? Two more."
"Aw, you're getting soft on me. That's far too reasonable."
Zach peeled the pants off his wife, rolling the elastic fibers down, revealing a porcelain ass with organic pink patches where his hand had been introduced. The more skin he exposed, the faster he moved. Kara watched his dick moving, precum oozing, she saw in real-time his excitement at seeing her body. He pulled her pants to her ankles, then off they went. Underneath, she wore a pair of neon green panties that were shoved up her crack. She reached back with one finger, adjusting them so they sat properly on her again. Blue bubble lettering proudly said: BAD BITCH.
Zach chuckled, "So, bad bitch--how'd my balls taste?"
Kara laughed, "You'll know soon enough when I smash them into your throat."
She eyed his testicles, hanging loosely below her head, then spoke, "So, 4 bonus slaps on top of the 3 I got from your spanking, right?"
Zach nodded, rubbing her calf, "Sure, and then you get the privilege of jacking me off."
Kara had a devilish thought. She knew her husband's weak points. She proposed an offer he couldn't refuse, "Let's make it an even ten slaps, but from now on I'll play topless."
She saw Zach gulp. He stared at her huge chest, greedy, pondering. He sighed, "I dunno, that's really tempting, but 7 is already a lot."
