“What’s the matter?” he asked as she sat at the computer.
“Well, I want to write this story that Nella inspired, but I realize I don’t understand all of the mechanics of what makes things work,” she said.
“Okay, what kind of things? Kink things?” he asked. Nella of course was the queen of kink and if she had inspired a story, there had to be a kink element included.
“Yeah, it’s about being spanked. That’s when I realized that I really don’t understand it,” she said.
“Well, I could spank you,” he said. He knew what her reaction would be and was not disappointed.
“No! Just describe it like you did some of the BDSM and D/S stuff,” she said. She could feel the blush heating up her skin.
“Well, to be honest, this is something more easily demonstrated. Are you sure?” he asked.
“Sure. Just describe it to me,” she said.
He went on to describe the mechanics of spanking. Thuddy versus stingy spanks, the vibrations various spanks caused, the way the hand could be held to apply different pressures and the way some spanks pulled the skin to move the lips and actually stroke the clit. He also described how aftercare, caressing the spanked areas was very sensual. That it helped blur the line between pleasure and pain. It probably took an hour all total.
“So, do you think you understand things better?” he asked.
“Yeah. Thanks. I think I have this story under control now,” she said.
Next morning, she woke up and her whole leg had cramped. They’d had a rather vigorous playtime that night and between the exertion and falling asleep awkwardly, she had a cramp.
“Roll over, I’ll massage it for you,” he said. “And then some,” he thought with a smile.
She rolled and lifted her nightie so that he could get to the offending thigh and buttock. As she relaxed, he kept working the muscles. At one point, he got up to get the massage oil and had a wicked idea. He rubbed the oil in and then smacked her ass. Upward stroke, and thuddy.
“What was that for?” she asked coming up off of the bed.
“Well, I thought while I had your ass right here, I’d give you a few spanks so that you had a better idea of just what things felt like,” he said.
“I… I don’t think so,” she said.
He went back to massaging her thigh, and just as she relaxed again, he gave her a fingertip stingy spank.
“Hey! I thought you had stopped that,” she said. She was more surprised than upset, which is what he’d hoped.
“Well, I figured I’d just show you a couple more,” he said and proceeded to show her gently what certain spanks felt like. He finished the massage, then he dropped her nightie and walked off to wash his hands.
She lay there for a moment not knowing exactly what to think of all of this, including how those spanks felt.
Playtime had been fun. They’d started out the night before and fallen asleep before either of them could start a second round. She woke up with his hard-on pressing against her ass and couldn’t resist reaching around and caressing him. He moaned.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Um,… morning,” he moaned with eyes still not focusing. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he said and stumbled off to the bathroom. When he came back, he was still hard and she caressed him some more.
“How about spooning up?” she suggested.
He smiled and they spooned. She was wet enough that he slid in easily. It felt good, but they switched to her on top. That was good too, but he was having a little trouble.
“Shoulder hurting?” she asked.
He nodded. “Do you think you might give me kisses and licks?” he asked.
It was her turn to smile and she took him in her mouth. He moaned, shuddered and his hips began to buck as she sucked and licked him. He played with her pussy and clit as she worked her mouth on his cock. She was coming in short little orgasms and moaning against his cock. It was just enough to send him over the top. He grabbing the back of her head and guided it while his hips bucked. He came hard in her mouth, and she swallowed and sucked until there was nothing left in his balls or his brain.
“I can’t move,” he said in a syrupy voice.
“Feel good?” she asked.
“When you have fingers, I’d love a little reciprocation. All those little orgasms have me all lit up and no where to go,” she said.
“Ooookay,” he said.
Ten minutes later, he rolled over and trailed his fingers down her chest to her clit and proceeded to finger her into orgasmic bliss. When she came around a few minutes later, he smiled at her.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yeah. I do,” she said.
“How’s that story going?” he asked.
“Well, it’s getting there. Have to admit that part of me is still really curious as to how spankings work, ” she said as she rolled onto her hip.
“Okay,” he said. “Hmmm,” he thought. There had been other times when they’d had conversations that led to opening up new ways of playing, and he wondered if this was one. He knew she had trouble making those leaps directly.
“So, there is part of me that would like to experience spanking and the other part that wouldn’t,” she said.
“Well,” he started.
“Well what?” she said.
He had snuggled up close to her and before she finished speaking, he spanked her on one cheek.
“Hey!” she said surprised.
“That was thuddy,” he said and spanked her a few times. “This is stingy,” he said repeating the spanks with a different emphasis.
She gasped and wiggled as he continued to spank her and describing how each kind of spank worked on the female body. “Oh geeze! This… this doesn’t feel so…Oh My God! I’m getting wet!” she thought. She gasped and shuddered as the spankings pulled reactions from her that she didn’t expect.
He smiled. He giggled. Watching her face as he spanked her was such a delight. He’d expected her to be upset or to freeze on him and make him call it off. She didn’t, which was rather interesting.
“What are you giggling about?” she asked between spanks and gasps.
“You. Your face as I spank you, how wet you are, and the fact that you are curled up on your side with your wrists together,” he said.
“Oh god!” she said as she looked at where her wrists were. She moved them and he giggled more.
“Here, let me get the other side,” he said. “Can’t have you lopsided.”
She was laughing and moaning. “This is so weird that this is turning me on,” she thought.
“Like this eh” he asked.
“I … Damn… this is turning me on,” she said. “I want to come.”
“I know. Spanking turns people on, but it doesn’t always make them come,” he said.
“Please,” she said.
“Yes, you’re soaked,” he said. “Come here,” he said and pulled her on top of him. She did and as she moved on top, he slid into her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned. He was rubbing the sore spots on her ass where he’d spanked her and it was turning her on more and more. He stroked her clit which was making her come, and he pinched and squeezed her nipples.
“Oh! Ohhh!” she moaned as she came in short little orgasms.
He smiled again, and as he thrust upward, he spanked her. Thuddy, stingy, and then caressed.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh this feels good! She thought.
“Change positions,” he asked. She rotated around and they did a reverse cowboy. This gave him the chance to spank her and play with her pussy more. She was wet enough that he started to fist her.
“Wha? Oh!” she gasped as he moved more fingers into her pussy. She moaned again.
“Hold on a second,” he said and got up to get the lube. She was wet, but not really wet enough. He grabbed the lube, pulled her to him and went back to playing with her pussy. In between thrusts of his fingers, he spanked her with his other hand. She began to orgasm over and over, the deep body shaking ones from the fisting combined with short little ones from his fingers. She came so hard she almost passed out.
She collapsed and tried to sort out all the sensations. Her body still shook from all the various stimuli. Her senses were on overload. As she lay there trying to gather her few braincells left, he started to tickle her feet.
“Noooo!” she gasped. She tried to tickle his feet, but couldn’t cope when he stroked her ass where it was still glowing a faint red from the spankings.
He sat up, smiled and then leaned over to whisper in her ear. “And now you understand your friend Nella so much more,” he said.
Hours later, she sneezed and gasped. Her muscles had clenched and she could feel all the spots that he’d spanked, tickled and stroked earlier. At least her computer chair was soft. She still buzzed from the sensations of their playtime. The trip to the grocery store had been an adventure. All the bumps plus climbing in and out of the car had left her flush and him giggling. Worst of all, the little twitches of sensation were making her horny. Horny enough to want to pounce him again tonight. Her panties were soaked.
“You going to tell your friend Nella?” he asked as he passed behind her chair.
“Um, yeah,” she said sort of embarrassed. “I can hear her spew her tea from here.”
He laughed and walked off.
She started to write her note to Nella. Where to begin? While it had stung, it hadn’t hurt like the time her ex had spanked her. Nor was it humiliating or a punishment. It has been alright. The way he’d touched her afterwards, the aftercare he called it had made a great difference. And in spite of her preconceptions, it had been a turn on. The bigger question in the back of her mind was whether she’d resist the urge to ask to be spanked or give in. Or, as with so many other bits of their playtime, would he simply decide to spank her one night? She kept on typing, because she didn’t know the answer.