My wife was the first woman I'd ever met who enjoyed being spanked. I've always been open to new experiences, so I was more than willing to try anything that promised to, as she put it, "made her got enough to explode". My first few swats brought critical remarks. I'm not sure if it was the advice or the criticism, but it didn't take long for me to get it right. When I quit spanking her, she was dripping and ready. After a little more foreplay, we had amazing sex.
I didn't understand why it did what it did to her, but I accepted it freely. I knew there was a factor of the need to submit, and she acknowledged this. Still, there was something too simple about that explanation that bothered me. So I told her I wanted her to spank me. She said she'd never enjoyed it when she'd tried it in the past. But she tried. The first two times I stopped her after only a few swats. It just stung my ass.
One morning, however, I got out the leather paddle I'd bought her and applied it to her voluptuous bottom. She ignited as usual. But I wanted to play some more before we consummated our act. So we kissed, fondled, stroked and nibbled to great length. I decided I really, that day, wanted a spanking. I asked her to do it. She warmed me up with her hand. It didn't bother me. In fact, I wanted to push my envelope. So I told her to go on. She began with the paddle. I was able to stand it long enough to learn. I pushed my awareness through the pain and found the pleasure. I didn't have to direct or control, just submit. When she stopped, I asked for more. By the time she stopped again, I was ready to come. The act itself was almost an anticlimax.
Flash forward a year. I still didn't like being spanked as much as she did, but I asked for it often enough to remind myself of the effect. She, on the other hand wanted it all the time. We made it a part of our wagers -- on cards, on pool, on nearly every contest or game. We had even devised a paddling board game. But the whole subject was strictly private and intended to remain so.
We had invited another couple over for dinner one night. I had worked with Tom for years before he met and married Tammy. We'd done a lot of things together over the next few years, and we were about as close as friends could be -- at least to a point. When I met Cindy, they welcomed her into the friendship. She fit with them and we continued to have fun. Only now it was better because we were a foursome, instead of me always going home alone.
After dinner we decided to play some cards. We ran through the lists of games that we knew. There were a lot that some of us knew, but only a couple that we all knew. We settled on Hearts. Cindy and I played against Tom and Tammy. The first two games were split. We were drinking as we played and we joked a lot. Lots of good-natured banter back and forth between all of us. I suspect that more people think Cindy is into spanking then she realizes. Her speech, and especially her joking, is frequently scattered with references to spanking or being spanked. Anyway, this night was no exception.
