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All characters in this story are over the age of 18, the situations in this story are entirely fictional and creations of the author, and any resemblance of characters to existing persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Although a first work, you can tell where the story is going soon enough. If you like it, say so, and we'll go on. I've listed it in the Loving Wives category but it also could have been mild BDSM and follow up stories into the Exhibition category. Hope you enjoy.
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It is not difficult to understand how my husband John came to know my need to be spanked. He is very perceptive. He learned early in our relationship how a tap on my butt or more when we were being amorous would send me to higher levels of passion.
We married over 20 years ago and spanking was sometimes part of our foreplay. But since then, like many couples, although always sweet and passionate, our love making became more conventional over time. That is understandable too. Other aspects of life took priority. We had three children, raised them, and got them off to college. John started a successful insurance agency that occupied much of his time and mind. I worked too, managing his office.
Certainly, while the kids were growing up and at home, our "special" turn-on was just not a practical part of our lives. I do not think either of us wanted to explain yelping sounds coming from the bedroom or why mommy had to sit on a cushion sometimes. But now that our youngest was off to college, my mind has been wandering back and wondering. This is the story of how things have started heating up again including my butt!
Last week, John surprised me with a new dress for my 45th birthday. There he was, smiling in the kitchen standing behind a little cupcake with a candle in it when I got home startling me with a shout, "Happy Birthday darling!"
I was not really surprised at the gesture, because he always remembers my birthday. Of course, I complained unrealistically, "You need to forget about my birthdays! I don't want to get any older!"
John pouted, "Well then I guess you won't want this birthday gift I got you" producing a small box from behind his back.
"Hmmm," I purred, "well, you can always give me a gift no matter the occasion." and I walked up to him, gave him a big hug and thought... Was that a bulge I felt? My suspicions were confirmed when I opened the box on the table and lifted out the tiniest, slinkiest dress!
I had to give him the biggest smile because I could not remember the last time he bought something sexy for me to wear. Obviously, he had already been thinking about how I might look in it. I had to chuckle, "um... John, where is the rest of it?"
He retorted, "oh come on...you'll look great in it, and besides, it stretches." He had obviously put a lot of thought into this. He urged, "Why don't you try it on?"
I was so flattered. I may have even blushed and responded too quickly, "hmmm... ok." I scurried off to the bedroom, wondering too how I would look in it.
I had always stayed in shape as an avid runner. Now I speed walk to keep a firm butt and slim legs. As I unbuttoned my work clothes, I grinned looking down at the tight knit garment on the bed. The fabric had a soft feel and gave off a blue sheen in the light and it was really stretchy just like John had said. I worried that it would unseemly show panty lines and bra lines. So, I went without.
I wasn't sure it would fit without looking a little ridiculous or too slutty, but if John wants to see me in a practically painted-on outfit, I am more than willing! I stretched it open, stepped into it naked and pulled it up as it molded to every contour of my body. It was strapless leaving my shoulders bare, and my 34C breasts just covered above my nipples, showing off all my cleavage between. The I realized, I could not pull it up ANY higher because the bottom was already at upper thigh! I turned in the mirror and could see the toned lines of my butt so obvious. I had to giggle.
I walked out. When John saw me, his jaw noticeably dropped. He quickly composed himself, and said sarcastically, "oh yes, I really should have bought more dress".... and under his breath "NOT!" His smile was so charming if not almost evil!
I stood there with my hand to my mouth covering a huge smile while realizing I was getting moist as he ogled me and my nipples were already primping out the fabric.
At 5 feet tall and only 100 pounds, despite my tone, I am no comparison physically to John's 6 feet and 180 pounds of man muscle. I think when we were dating back in the day, some people thought we were an odd couple due to the size disparity. Our friends may not have completely understood my attraction to tall strong commanding men since I have an assertive personality. But everyone has a "type" right?
As for John, all his tall friends both men and women would just smile and be surprised at how at ease and confident I was around all of them. None of them knew the depth of how that played out in private for us. John was never mean or forceful, at least not in any way that I would object, but I loved it when he took control of me physically.
In addition to our "love taps", struggling a little in futility in John's able grasp would get me hot and he learned that too.