"Oh, honey..."
They were words I loved, but in this case, the sweet firmness in them also made me wince.
Every night, Jen and I go through a routine. She and I both know every night that I am to be spanked, but neither of us choose how long or what implement she’ll use.
We leave that up to luck.
Several months ago, she devised a system for choosing how I would receive my nightly spanking. She made up three decks of cards, one called "implements," another called "position and clothing," and yet another called "length."
In the implements stack, she listed all our favorites, the wooden spoon, the paddle, a hairbrush, the crop, the cane, her hand, a strap, and an ominous card marked "any or all," her choice.
"Position and clothing," fairly self-explanatory, dictates what I am to wear and whether I’m to simply bend over, be on my knees, or be over our special spanking bench.
"Length," again fairly simple, is how many licks are forthcoming, or for how long she will spank me. There are cards for numbers of spanks from 10 to 100, lengths of time from 15 minutes to two hours, and a special card that I can only use once a week marked, "not tonight." That card means I get to skip a night of spanking, which sometimes comes at a welcome time if the spanking from the night before was particularly rough.
But mixed in the "length" deck is an awful card, one I always hoped to avoid drawing, even while secretly craving a hard spanking.
It reads simply "until bruised."
We knew it was coming -- that menacing combination of "any and all," combined with "on the bare, on your knees" and "until bruised," but it hadn’t happened yet...at least not until tonight.
"Oh, honey," she said to me when we looked at what I had drawn. "I’m sorry, but we knew it was possible. "We need to go ahead and get started...a spanking that will bruise might take a while."
"Yes, ma’am," I answered meekly. Jen and I had been into spanking since we married more than a year ago, but it was only in recent months that I began to get into the harder stuff -- the paddles, the long spankings, leaving marks, even bruises. I loved the anticipation, and I loved the control she exerted over me in this practice, but this particular combination made me nervous.
I had never taken a spanking like she was about to administer, and we both knew it.
"Go into the bedroom, get ready, and I’ll be there shortly," Jen said with a sweet smile. She patted my bottom as I walked away, my stomach in knots. I waited in the bedroom for what seemed like forever -- completely nude, on my knees with my ass in the air.
She walked in wearing my favorite -- nothing but a white T-shirt. Her off-the-charts, curvaceous body excited me to the point of trembling. I was rock-hard, my erection throbbing beneath me as I remained on my knees. Her fragrance came with her, an intoxicating smell of body spray and her special soap.
She climbed on the bed alongside me and showed me the implements she had chosen -- a long wooden spoon and one of our longer paddles, a sorority type with holes in it. I knew a few good spanks from that and the bruising might arrive sooner than we expected. "I know you’ll be good, but remember, if you don’t hold still, I’ll tie you down," she said in that same sultry, firm voice.
"Yes, ma’am," I said, my mouth dry and voice shaking. "I’m going to warm you up for a bit before we start the hard stuff," she said. "But it’s coming, and it will hurt, I guarantee."
I felt her warm hand caress my bottom. My stomach had a meadow full of butterflies, and my erection continued throbbing, dripping with arousal. The first spank sounded very loud in the silent bedroom. The sting of the first slap always electrified my body, and I strained my bottom even higher to meet her spanks.
"Harder," I said, involuntarily. My boldness surprised even me.
"Harder?" she said with a laugh. "Aren’t we fresh tonight! Don’t worry, young man; it’s about to get harder."
She spanked me faster with her hand, slapping my bottom with her palm, bringing the warm redness to the surface. My breathing became faster as the warm, stinging sensation permeated my body.
After a bit, she paused and picked up the wooden spoon. One of my favorite implements, the spoon felt like firecracker pops against my skin, each blow striking its own unique spot.
The room was silent but for the staccato snaps of the spoon hitting my ass.
Who knows how much time passed? I was in another world of arousal when Jen finally picked up the paddle. "I think 20 or so with this should get that bruising done nicely," she said.
"Twenty?" I said. "NO!"
"You don’t have a choice, young man," Jen said sharply. "The cards said bruise you, and that’s what we’re going to do. Now, if you don’t quit squirming, I’m going to tie you down. Be still and stay on your knees. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma’am," I said softly, tears creeping into my voice.
I felt the heavy paddle against my ass as she aimed for the first lick. I tightened up in anticipation. I felt the bed sway as she swung the paddle. It landed with a ferocious smack.
"OH!" I moaned.
The second one came before I knew it...the stinging was immense.
Over and over, she paddled the same spot, each lick more painful than the one before. The oft-spanked spot was aching, hot, and stinging.
She paused at 15.
"You’re pretty close, honey," she said sweetly. "I think these last five, if they’re super-hard, will leave some nice bruises. I think you need to count these off for me out loud, OK? And remember to stay still and stay on your knees."
"Yes, ma’am," I sobbed...the tears had started just after the paddling.
SMACK.
"One," I said softly, my head buried in the bed, my ass still painfully exposed.
SMACK.
"Two," I moaned. I ached like never before.
SMACK.
"Threeeeeee," I groaned.
Four, and finally, at long last, five.
I collapsed onto my stomach, my erection pressing into me from beneath.
She bent her head close to my ear.
"You did so good, honey!" she said. "You stayed on your knees like a good boy. Now, I think you deserve a reward. Roll over."
I rolled over, my ass burning as it made contact with the bed. She reached between my legs and felt my dripping erection. She stroked it, up and down, gently, and I exploded within seconds. My orgasm made me shake all over, and I came for what seemed like hours.
She was smiling when I opened my eyes.
"Oh, honey," she said again. "I love you."
I smiled back, my eyes full of love. "I love you, too," I said.