I'm a bodybuilder, I'm also a little bit of a pervert. I won't deny that not for one second. I love getting spanked by women. But what really turns me on is the lady doing the spanking being completely serious and not realizing that I enjoy it. When I was younger I never had the nerve to explore this fetish. But once I was in my 20s I developed the balls to bring this fantasy out of my head and into the real world.
At the time I was dating a female bodybuilder named Shira. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and was tall, robust and beautiful. Her physique was muscular but still feminine in all the right places. I had always dreamt about being spanked or dominated by a woman of her size and stature. But I always kept those dreams in my head. I was worried it would be a turn off for her and that I would ruin the great thing we had going.
One trait any bodybuilder needs is discipline and we both understood this. We had been dating for about 6 months and were at the point in our relationship where we could speak plainly and honestly with each other. I had brainstormed ways of getting her to spank me in the past. Maybe make a bet and lose on purpose, a birthday spanking, piss her off so much that she wants to paddle my ass, spank her and see if she wants revenge etc.
None of those were feasible in reality. But as a wise man once said "If you don't ask the question the answer is always no." Sometimes a calculated risk is essential in achieving what one wants.
Shira had commented on my big muscle butt a few times since we started dating but I didn't think much of it. Birds of a feather flock together its only natural she like muscle on a man.
It was a Friday evening I had just finished an especially intense Shoulder and Leg training session. I got home and ate my post workout meal of beef, barley, broccoli and carrots which she was nice enough to prepare for me.
Afterwards we were sitting on the couch watching TV. My cock was throbbing hard in my underwear. I was so horny I couldn't control it anymore. I got up and went to the bathroom just to look in the mirror and work up the courage to ask her the big question. When I came back into the room I said:
"Hey Shira can I ask you something? You have to promise not to judge."
"Sure, what did you want to ask me?" she responded incredulously
"Recently I feel like... I've been lacking discipline. Not just with my training and diet but with life as a whole ya know?"
She was sitting silently listening to me and looking right in my eyes.
"You know I'm a hard working but sometimes I lose focus..."
My heart was racing in my chest. This was my opportunity I wasn't going to blow it. I was stammering a lot and trying to find the right words. I was scared to even say the word "Spank" or "Spanking"
"I always feel like I'm not doing enough but I know what will help. It would help if you whooped my ass. I really think that would help me get back on track."
