My wife, Sarah and I were enjoying our re-vitalized sex life. We'd come up with the spanking game after a night of frustration and a few weeks of vigorous fucking. After some mishaps, we'd gotten to the point where she had to earn her orgasms. Spanking became our go-to means of earning her right to cum but since that wasn't always practical, she took to sexting me. Crazy as it sounds, that then became our new normal.
While I loved getting her sexts, I was ready to up the game. I wasn't thinking a rule change, but I could tell it was time to push the game forward. A few days into a new week, her ass was already sore and as had become a regular thing, she resorted to sending me a deliciously naughty picture at work. By now, she'd been able to wait to send them to me towards the end of the day. We both knew sneaking out at lunchtime couldn't be sustained if we wanted me to keep my job.
The excitement was still there for sure, but I felt like she needed a little nudge so after a hot evening of fucking and cumming, laying in bed naked, I told her I wanted to talk to her about something. I made sure my tone wasn't threatening and followed it up with a smile. She was immediately at ease and cheerily said, "sure, what's up?"
"Sarah, you know this has been an amazing roller coaster we've been on and I wouldn't trade it for anything. If it stopped right now, I'd be fine knowing that we've connected like never before, and I'm sure that connection would still be there."
She eagerly told me she felt the same but she thought there was more I wanted to say so she told me to continue.
"So, you know how we have the rule...that if you want to cum, and your ass is too sore, then you have to introduce something we don't normally do?"
She looked down, almost embarrassed and defeatedly said, "Yes, I do. And...I think I know where this is going."
I was surprised. I didn't think this was on her mind but obviously, now it was. "I wasn't sure, so I had to bring it up. Please don't think I don't love you sexting me, because trust me, it's one of the hottest things you've done for me. Seeing your sexy body show up on my phone has provided many uncomfortable hard-ons." We both had a chuckle before I finished. "But...it sounds funny to say this...but it's kind of become our new normal."
"I know," she said, and she placed her hand on my hip. "I've been thinking about it. I know I need to come up with something new, and I've been giving it a lot of thought. I've just been a little apprehensive about what I want to do next."
Now I was even more surprised. "What is it!?," I blurted out, hoping my tone was showing the concern I was feeling.
She looked at the bed, and keeping her eyes there, said, "Not yet...when I'm ready, I'll show you." Looking back up at me, she continued, "and, David...don't worry. I'm actually glad you brought this up. I'm very excited...nervous, but excited."
Now my gears were turning. Of course, I had all kinds of naughty thoughts but I wasn't going to push her. "I understand, babe. Take your time...if you can," I added with a laugh and a wink.
She lightly slapped me on the shoulder and said, "we'll see."
That week, at work, I was daydreaming quite a bit. Things were interesting to say the least. Sarah and I had always had a somewhat active sex life, even during all those years raising our children. We always made time for it. Not like it was a struggle, or something forced, we both naturally desired that intimacy. True, it wasn't kinky by any means. It was just loving and tender when it needed to be, with some hard fucking when either of us wanted it.
When things took a turn for the worse earlier this year, it was heart-breaking. Not just because we weren't being intimate, but because we were both hurting. This wasn't the woman I'd spent over 20 years with. And then that night happened and she woke up. Not only that, our sex life was like nothing I could've ever imagined. Now, she craved spankings. She needed me in control. And, I was in charge of her orgasms. Shit, who would've ever thought.
Lately, we've been pushing our boundaries out a bit further. Things she'd never have done before, had become our new normal. I had a secret folder on my phone with all kinds of elicit pictures of my loving wife, showing off her bright red ass, her in all kinds of sexy lingerie, and all her other sexy attributes. Now, there was a promise of something more. It had my mind spinning.
I wondered how long she'd wait. She said she was nervous and I honestly didn't know what she was alluding to. Either way, I figured this week would be interesting. Her ass was usually too sore by Thursday, having cashed in 20 spanks a night for three days of orgasms, and that's not including whatever she paid on payday Sunday. Luckly, she didn't wait long to move the game forward.
It was already Wednesday and her ass was sore from the spankings she was cashing in for the right to cum. Don't get me wrong, she earned every orgasm. I don't know if I was trying to force her hand or if she was just responding to the spankings differently, but her ass took a beating those first two nights.
That night, she was on top of me, riding my cock. We'd forgone any spankings as her ass was still tender and instead went right to the foreplay and fucking. We started with me going down on her but we both knew it was just a tease, but she let me edge her a couple times, nonetheless. Having gotten too close for comfort on the last one, she jumped up and got over me to suck me to full stiffness before mounting me.
She was being very vocal, telling me she was going to fuck me for all I'm worth, and proceeded to do just that. She rode me hard, bouncing up and down, grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples, moaning out how good my cock felt. She switched up every minute or so, from bouncing to rocking, and then back to bouncing.
This went on for a bit and her moaning and grunting became more primal, more animal like, as if she was losing control. I knew she wouldn't let herself cum but it seemed like she was going down that path. Then, in one smooth motion, she laid her body on mine and did that hip-swivel-fucking thing on my cock, I believe the kids call it twerking, and holy shit did it feel good.
I think she had me under some kind of spell, and without even thinking, my hands went from gripping her hips, to smacking her ass. I started spanking her with both hands at the same time, completely forgetting about how sore they must be, and the more she moaned and screamed, the faster and harder I spanked. There was no counting but given the rapid succession at which I was spanking, and with both hands, we'd probably gotten up to 40.
That did it. She was howling and convulsing on top of me as she broke out into one of the most intense orgasms I've ever seen. I immediately lost it myself and started pumping my cum deep inside her while she wailed, moaned, and screamed every obscenity at me.
I swear that her orgmasm must have lasted twenty minutes, but in reality, it was probably more like five. But, even that, was like nothing I've ever seen. She was soaked in sweat and every muscle was twitching. She seemed like she didn't know where she was or who she was with as she looked disoriented.
When she finally came to, she started sobbing and told me how amazing that was. She also told me her ass stung like never before. She tried rolling off of me and when her ass hit the bed, she yelped and immediately flipped over onto her stomach. I couldn't believe how red her ass was. In fact, it was quite raw in some places.
I hopped off the bed and went to clean up in the restroom and when I got back, she was still on her stomach, sound asleep. Seeing how her ass was glowing, I couldn't help myself, and I snapped a few pictures with my cell phone before falling asleep myself.
The next morning, she greeted me with a smile and joked that she probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. I showed her the pictures of her flaming red ass and we chatted about how intense things were the previous night but she ended with telling me how she was never more turned on in her life and it was by far the most powerful orgasms she's ever had.
The next few nights were spent resting her ass, and our bodies. We cuddled up to each other and kissed the night away until Sunday. This is when things got a little tricky, and quite interesting. It was painfully obvious she wasn't going to be able to pay up the 30 spanks she owed me with her ass still healing. In fact, it was quite bruised and still raw in some places. It would be the first time since we started playing our game that she wouldn't be able to pay.
It was kind of unlike us but we were both ignoring the issue, even though there was underlying tension. We undressed like we had the previous three nights and held each other, cuddling, kissing, and letting her hands wander. Every once in a while, I'd stop and look in her eyes, looking for some kind of acknowledgment of our situation. She knew. I could see it in her eyes. But words were escaping both of us at this moment. I think we were both afraid of stating the obvious.
After more kissing and snuggling, she broke the silence. "David, I owe you. But...but, I don't know...I'm not sure..."
I tried to interrupt. "Laura, don't..." She just cut me off and continued.
"Stop, David. I trust you." With that, she got on all fours, presenting her bruised ass, the blood red marks having turned all shades of black and blue.
I studied her ass as I let my hand gently glide over her curves, and as I did, she flinched. I was torn. We both knew this was a turning point for us. If we stop now, we stop for good. Maybe that's stupid. But we put such a significance on this, that if we broke our rule, we'd know we let ourselves off easy, and thus, the importance would dwindle. But, at the same time, there was no way I could inflict any more pain on her ass. I had to think.
Moments passed, and I could see she was just as nervous as I. Finally, I told her to turn over and spread her legs. She tried to protest, but I just repeated for her to do it. She reluctantly did as told and through some soft sobbing, she tried to tell that she owes me, that we have to do this or risk ruining the game. Before she could finish, I interrupted and said, "I agree," and then I swung my hand down hard and slapped the inside of her right thigh. She yelped and then looked at me, pausing a few seconds, smiled and then said, "one."
Kneeling next to her right side, I smiled back at her and I slapped her thigh again. Given the softness of her inner thigh, the sound was almost as satisfying as when I spanked her ass. The next couple smacks, I moved higher up her thigh and the fourth one hit her right at the junction of her thigh and pussy. She moaned a little on that one before grunting out, "four."
