I can still remember the first time I brought up the topic of erotic spanking with my girlfriend. It was one of those late night phone conversations that had slipped into the early hours of the morning. We had been together about three months—still really just getting to know each other, in a sense. We were miles apart on separate college campuses, our relationship a product of the on-line cyber-world that has changed the face of human relations. Our copious phone conversations had made us the phone company’s best friend, but money was no object to us—we didn’t even notice when midnight tiptoed by. Our conversation that night had wandered along sexual lines, as both of us dealt with sexual desires that the distance between us cruelly thwarted. Talking about it was the next best thing, we decided, so we let the conversation go where it would. The later the hour, the more introspective and vulnerable we became, our voices growing softer and the love we were feeling for each other becoming more evident. The topic was sexual fantasies, and the spirit of the moment finally overtook me as I shared with her a fantasy that I had occupied my thoughts for months—I wanted to be spanked.
I described my fantasy to her, haltingly at first, but as she encouraged me, more and more details spilled out. She said that she had never done anything like that before, but she was more than willing to make my fantasy come true—her willingness to be sexually inventive was one of the things that attracted me to her in the beginning. She asked a few questions, specifics about what I would like or not like. I could tell she was thinking about it. Finally, after a few more questions, she decided.
“Let’s do it,” she said playfully.
My mouth went dry and my heart began to flutter. I asked softly, “When?”
“I’m not sure,” she said with a yawn. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”
We said our good-byes and hung up—and I lay in bed that night dazed, fantasies dancing in my head. She called me the next day and asked me if I was serious about what I had described to her the night before—I assured her that I was. She then proposed a bet. Laughter in her voice, she said to me that we could wager our fantasies on the outcome of the upcoming Super Bowl between Denver and Atlanta. If I won the bet, she would make my spanking fantasy come true, and if she won, we would put my idea on hold and I would have to perform a fantasy for her. She would even let me pick the team I wanted, she said. My arousal growing, I picked Denver, since they were big favorites.
“Now, what are the terms of the bet?” she asked.
“What terms?” I asked back.
“Well, how long will your spanking last if your team wins? And what happens afterward?”
I proposed that she give me as many spanks as the combined scores of the two teams, and that she take charge after the spanking, making me do whatever she wanted for the rest of the night.
“Wow,” she said thoughtfully. “You realize that that could be a big number?” she teased. “I know,” I said.
“And I won’t be gentle,” she said, letting an authoritative tone creep into her voice.
I felt a twinge between my legs. “I hope not,” I replied.
“I might end up pulling for your team before the night is over,” she laughed. “This could be the best losing bet I ever had.”
She arrived at my apartment a few hours before game time. After we unloaded her luggage and got her settled in, we snuggled up on the couch and waited for kickoff. She kissed me, and then smiled and said, “You know, I looked in the sports section and read where the predicted total of points tonight was over fifty. Did you know that?”
I just smiled, my arousal obvious. “Yes.”
“Are you ready for that?” she whispered seductively.
My voice almost trembled as I responded. “Yes.”
As the game wore on, it became obvious that Denver was going to win. Toward the end, I found myself hoping for more touchdowns, more field goals, any way to put more points on the board. When it was over, the total was 54, and I was thrilled.
As soon as the game ended, she smiled at me. “Are you ready?” she asked. After I nodded assent, she sat up straight and gave me instructions. “Go into your bedroom and take all your clothes off except your underwear. I’ll be in shortly.”
My heart was pounding as I entered the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my tee shirt, and unbuttoned my jeans and took them down. With all my clothes in a pile on the floor, I sat down on the edge of the bed, obediently clad in only my briefs, to await her arrival.
The bedside lamp was the only illumination as she swung the door open and walked into the room. I drew my breath in sharply as she came into view. She had changed into a black velvet bra and panty set, with black garters and stockings with seams up the back of her legs. And she held in her hand a large hairbrush—smooth, wooden, and oval. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest.
She sat down beside me on the bed, smiling at my arousal straining to be free of my briefs. “Are you ready?” she asked again. I nodded once more; my eyes still round with delight as I took in her outfit. “Let’s go, then.”
She guided me into the position she wanted me—I ended up on my knees and elbows, my bottom raised way up in the air, and my face next to the surface of the bed. She pressed her hand into my lower back, to sharpen the angle and expose my bottom even further. My briefs were pulled tight against my skin. Kneeling beside me, she placed a hand on my bottom, and leaned down to kiss me. She rubbed her hand across the thin cotton material of my underwear as she watched my face, my eyes closing in anticipation. She then told me what to expect. “I’m going to spank you twenty times by hand with your briefs on, then twenty more on your bare bottom, and then the last fourteen will be very hard, with the hairbrush, and you will count them aloud. Okay?”
I swallowed, and found my voice. “Okay,” I said while looking over my shoulder at her.
“Let’s get started,” she said.
I felt her hand leave my bottom, and then return with a sharp sting. “One,” she said, pausing to let the first one have its effect. CRACK. “Two,” she announced. My breathing was becoming faster, and my arousal was incredible. Every fantasy about spanking I had ever had was coming to life here on my bed. She paused again, watching my reaction and smiling. CRACK. “Three.” She continued the routine, spanking, counting, pausing, and spanking again. When she reached twenty, my bottom was quite warm, I was moaning with arousal, and she leaned down to kiss me again. “Are you enjoying this?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded emphatically, too aroused to speak. She worked her fingers underneath the elastic of my underwear and pulled them to my ankles. Instructing me to lift my feet, she took them completely off and threw them to the side. I was completely naked and the cool air in the room caressed my warm bottom. She replaced her hand, asked again, “Ready?” I nodded once more, and her hand swung again. SMACK. The sting was sharper this time, and made my whole body tingle. “Twenty-one,” she said, pausing once more. Again and again she spanked, her voice announcing the number each time. My head was spinning, and her voice seemed far away. My erection was throbbing beneath me, dripping in arousal, my entire body overcome with sexual energy. Eventually, she reached forty. She stopped and slipped her hand between my legs to feel my erection. “Ooh, you’re so hard…” she murmured. I could hear in her voice that she was becoming aroused just watching me. She reached for the hairbrush, and rubbed its smooth surface against my quite red and warm bottom. “You’re going to count these last ones for me, okay?” A moaning, throaty okay was my response. “These will be a little harder, and if you lose count, I’ll have to start over.”
The first smack with the hairbrush was the sharpest sting yet. I gasped, swallowed, and said aloud, “One.”
“Oh, no, sweetheart, that was forty-one,” she said playfully. “We’ll have to try that one again.” CRACK.
“Forty-one,” I said breathlessly.
“Good,” she murmured seductively. She swung the hairbrush harder this time. SMACK.
“Forty-two,” I moaned. The warmth from my bottom was spreading throughout my body, and I wondered if my orgasm would overtake me during my spanking. I could not remember ever being so aroused. She didn’t give me time to think about it. SMACK. Even harder. I obediently counted aloud. Again—I was moaning incessantly by this time, our desire almost tangible. The rest of the spanking was a blur, as she spanked harder and harder each time. By fifty-four, my bottom was flaming red and I was warm through and through. Sweat beaded on my temples as I panted the last few numbers. When it was over, I remained in the position, waiting on her to tell me what happened next. She left me as I was, but she came to lie in front of me on her back. “Did you like that?” she teased as she looked down at me. I rolled my eyes back as I nodded.
“You can’t imagine how much I liked it,” I said. “What now?”
“Well,” she purred, “I think you should find some way to thank me for fulfilling your fantasy.” She lifted her hips and removed her panties. Placing her hand on the back of my head, she guided my face insistently between her legs. I realized as I began to kiss her vagina that she was almost as aroused as I was. I licked and probed with my tongue, guided by her moans. I held hands with her along the sides of her body as I kissed, feeling her grip tighten in moments of extreme pleasure. After a few minutes, I felt her body tense, and she moaned loudly as orgasm overtook her. She raised her hips off the bed and clasped her hands behind my head in the throes of her passion. When her orgasm subsided, she pulled me up to her face, and kissed me. Reaching between my legs, she guided my throbbing erection to her very wet vagina. “I want to watch you come now,” she whispered. I moaned as I slid inside of her—I knew she would not have a long wait. Seconds later, I erupted. Moaning loudly, I came for what seemed like forever, as the primal arousal that had been building all night spilled out of my body. I collapsed next to her, and we looked into each other’s eyes in the afterglow. Neither of us said anything; we just let the silence wash over us. Love was shining in our eyes as we shared the experience. We kissed, and she smiled. “Some bet, hmm?”
I sighed, and closed my eyes as I smiled. “It was super.”