I told her in the car what she was in for, so she knew to go straight to the guest bedroom where we always did our spanking sex-play. I smiled to myself as I put up the car keys, washed my hands, slowly changed into a T-shirt, and other things designed just to make her wait anxiously in the bedroom. I walked in carrying her flat-backed wooden hairbrush that she loved to be spanked with, but her eyes locked in on my waist when I opened the door, to see that I was still wearing my leather belt. I was. She was sitting with her legs together on the edge of the guest bed. She looked up at me with her nervous role-play look as I approached her. I sat down beside her, fully in "character" at this point.
"Are you ready for your spanking?" I asked her firmly. She nodded, with her little-girl mannerism, a grin lurking somewhere in her face. "OK, then, stand up and fix the pillows. I will start spanking you over your pants."
I watched as she arranged everything, admiring the way her breasts moved as she worked, and lusting over the curves of her bottom. I smiled when she finished and bent over the stack of pillows, her bottom tantalizingly elevated. I turned, still sitting, and began rubbing her bottom. I know what kind of warm-up I’ll need in order to spank her hard with the belt later. I began -spanking her with my hand, gently.
"Have you been naughty?" I murmured. She softly said "yes" in reply.
My spanks gradually got harder, as I alternated rhythm and sides of her bottom. She began twisting just a bit, part of our almost-telepathic way of telling each other we were enjoying the scene. I always did the same type of thing when she had my bottom bared. Finally, after a long period of spanking, I told her to stand up. She did so, her face a bit red and her hair mussed.
"I want you to pull your pants off," I told her, tasting the words. The specificity of the commands was a turn-on for both of us. "I’m going to spank you over your panties." She slid her pants down seductively, her eyes locked on mine. She stepped out of them, and resumed her position over the pillows. I grew even harder with arousal as my hand slid over the surface of her panties…they were so soft. I drew my hand back and smacked her bottom, with surprising force. She moaned a bit in reply. I resumed her spanking, alternating cheeks and gradually increasing the force. She moaned and turned this way and that, her voice muffled by the quilted bed. I watched the skin just below the edge of her panties get rosy red, and once I lifted the edge of her panties to feel her bottom. She raised her bottom up to meet me, wanting me, I could sense, to touch her warm, wet vagina. I resisted the urge. That would come later, no pun intended. At some point, I stopped again.
"Stand up," I said. She complied. "I want you to take your shirt and bra off," I told her. "I want to see you wearing just your panties."
She took her clothes off, allowing me a look at her beautiful body. I strained and shifted my pants in arousal. I wanted her so badly; I loved our sex play.
"Now, I want you to tell me how naughty girls get spanked," I said to her firmly. She looked down, feigning embarrassment. "Tell me."
"On the bare bottom," she whispered.
"That’s right. So I want you to take your panties off, also."
She slid her panties down, and I drew my breath in, excited as always at the sight of her naked.
"Now, get back in position," I said to her.
She got back over the pillows, and I began spanking her bottom firmly with my hand. As her redness increased, I picked up the hairbrush and gave her a few good smacks. As always when we played, time seemed to stand still; I could have spanked her for 20 minutes or two hours. Finally, I stopped. It was time for what we both knew was coming. I leaned down over the bed to whisper in her ear.
"Jen, what do very naughty girls get spanked with?" I asked her. She said nothing at first, just looking at me with a smile. "Tell me." I said in her ear.
Her arousal made her breathless as she whispered the words.
"With the belt."
I began to stand up.
"I want you to watch me, Jen. Watch me take my belt off so you’ll know what happens to naughty girls." She turned her head, still in position on the bed, as she watched me slide my belt from around my waist. Her face was flushed with arousal, and a little anxiety. She knew the belt would mean a stinging bottom hours later. I took the belt off completely, and doubled it as she watched. She turned her head as I stood in position to begin spanking her. She never liked to see the first one coming; in fact, I usually teased her with it before I spanked her. I rubbed the leather across her bare bottom. I drew the belt back and gave her a good lash right across the middle, the leather popping as I did so. She moaned, and began squirming.
"Stay still, or it will be worse," I told her.
I lashed her again, at a spot just below the first one. And again, as she began moaning much louder. Her bottom began turning a deeper shade of red. After a while, I gave her a break.
"Ten more," I said.
"NO!" she moaned, all part of the game.
"Ten more super-hard ones, then you’re done," I told her. She moaned something I couldn’t understand, but I knew this was what she wanted. "And you need to count these off for me," I told her.
"Yes, sir."
The first one was the hardest yet. She cried out a little, but obediently said, "One."
I gave her a break at five. It was all I could do not to take her. I was dizzy with arousal.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
I winced at how red her bottom was getting; she would feel this spanking tomorrow, no doubt. When it was all over, there was dead silence in the room for a few seconds. I lay down beside her and stroked her hair; she was panting. My hand slid down between her legs; her hand beat me there. We both rubbed, her hand guiding mine, and within a minute, she was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. My penis throbbed, still bound within my jeans.
We both walked into the bathroom afterward, and I watched as she surveyed herself in the mirror.
"You really gave me a good one," she said.
"Yep," I said, smiling.
Her tone turned firm. "Now, I want you naked and on your knees on the bed, young man. You are SO going to get it."
I practically ran to the bed, tearing my clothes off. I couldn’t wait.