by Iona Nixon
"Anywhere she wants."
The End.
A Wife's Erotic Spanking
When we have time, my wife loves it when I tell her to come up to the bedroom, where I've put a straight-back chair in the middle of the room. I tell her to strip off her clothes, slowly, and fold them neatly and put them on the bed. Then I order her to lay over my lap. I caress her round ass, as I tell her that I'm going to spank her until she cries. I reach down between her legs, and find her pussy already dripping. "Spread your legs," I order, "And keep them spread." She does, her knees splayed as they dangle.
I rub her ass a bit more, then take my hand away. Although she can't see it, she knows my hand is poised above her ass, waiting. I make her wait, the anticipation building, torturing her, and then suddenly, >smack!, the first smack on her right cheek. I take my hand away, and do the same thing with her left cheek, making her wait. Slowly, I increase the tempo, until I'm spanking all over her butt down to her thighs, stopping occasionally to rub between her legs. Her vagina is dripping, my fingers slip readily into her wetness as I give her hard clit a few quick strokes, then I take my hand away, and continue her spanking.
"Say you're a bad girl who needs to be spanked." I command.
"I'm a bad girl who needs to be spanked," she whispers.
"Ask me to spank you harder."
She whimpers. "No, I can't."
I reach my hand down into her hair and grab a handful of her dark hair, jerking her head back firmly as I speak in a deep firm voice, in a tone that can't be disobeyed, "Tell me to please spank you harder, because you're a dirty slut who needs to be punished." I give her head another jerk. "NOW."
With a near sob she exhales, surrenders, and moans, "Please... please spank me harder. I'm, I'm a dirty slut who needs to be spanked." This is what she wants, desires, to give up, and to be punished and made right, to pay penance.
I release her hair, and her head falls forward, and I gather her wrists in my left hand. I caress her ass cheeks again, and they're pink, warm from where they'd been gently spanked before. Sometimes I tell her to count down. Today, I'll spank her until I feel like stopping. My palm falls on one cheek, and then the other, faster, and harder. "Keep your legs spread," I order. Her ass starts to get hot and red, and she starts to wiggle on my lap beneath my blows, little sounds starting to peep out of her, as the pain increases as... and so does her arousal.
I stop suddenly, and dip my hand between her legs into her pussy. Her mound surges back, hungrily seeking pleasure and release. She moans as my fingers slip into her, and again I brush her clit. I lean forward towards her ear, still holding her wrists in my hand as I work her pussy, "You're a filthy, nasty slut, and when I'm done I'm going to use you like the fuckhole you are."
She moans, and with no hesitation responds, "Yes, please... please use me, fuck me, do whatever you want, I'm your dirty fuckhole." She's in the zone, where she secretly desires to be.
I pull back and pull my hand from her pussy, then start spanking her hard, first one cheek, then the other. She cries out as I spank her, but I know this is what she wants, and I still find myself amazed at how much it's me giving her what she wants, not the other way around.
"Please, stop..." she whispers, and I say, "When I'm ready I will." I know my words thrill her, my voice one of command over her, unlike our normal relationship of equalts. But I know I'm done, I'm just continuing the spanking for her sake. I spank her ass hard a dozen more times, then suddenly release her hands. She collapses over my lap, tension suddenly gone, and I tell her to stand up. With my help, she rises on wobbly legs, and I guide her to the edge of the bed, then push her back on her back. I grab her calves and pull her legs up and wide, and her pussy is gaping and soaked as I abruptly slam my rigid cock into her. "YES!" she screams as I pound into her, as she reaches for me and pulls herself and her greedy pussy onto my thrusting cock, the pleasure of my cock inside her heightened by the still ripping flames from her ass from the hard spanking she'd just received.
It's not more than a dozen strokes before she says, "Oh God, I'm going to cum..." and with the same note of command, I order her, "Wait. Not yet." Her eyes lock on mine, as I continue my thrusts and I feel the tingle in my balls as my own orgasm starts to crest. "I'll tell you when. Ten... nine... I love you... eight... seven... you're so sexy... six... you're my dirty slut, aren't you?" She nods desperately, animalistically, not breaking eye contact. "Five... I'm going to cum with you... four... I'm going to shoot my huge load into your dripping pussy... three... two... one... NOW!" And with that we're both cumming, and now her tears are streaming as she gasps and screams, and I surf through our own shared feedback and ecstacy... it's so good... such catharsis, such release...
I collapse on her, kissing her face, her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck, as she continues to sob and ripples of mini-orgasms continue as my thrusts abate... and eventually I roll off of her, gather her into my arms, cradling her warm body into mine as we both drift into contented, loving sleep.
The End.
Tamara's Field Goal
I love my wife dearly. She's a wonderful girl; sassy and funny, smart and energetic with a real zest for life. She pretty tall, about 5'10", and buxom. She has big, bouncy, jiggly 42DD tits that make for incredible cleavage, and her figure is soft and curvy. She has a bit of a belly, but that smoothly curves into her womanly hips, thick thighs and luscious ass that's well-rounded and perky, despite being on the big side. I love it.
She has a super-cute face with rounded cheeks and an impish smile. She always looks so sly and mischievous, I got horny every time I look at her. Her hair is light brown, and she wears it shortish and upswept. She works in an office and wears a lot of blazers and skirts, and loves showing off her cleavage. She makes her face up pretty much every day, and looks absolutely stunning when she does her eyes. She's 26 and I can't get enough of her.
I'm 29, and I work construction. I'm 6'1" and pretty buff. I get lots of exercise at work and I lift weights a bit when I can. I can still pick Tamara, my wife, up and throw her over my shoulder, which is a bit of a task considering she weighs about 220. I'll never catch her on the scale though, so I guess that's a closely guarded secret of hers.
I weigh 190 and have short, black hair. My cock's about average. Six inches long, about an inch thick. Tamara and I had an instant attraction to each other, and have fucked like crazy the whole five years we have been together. She loves sucking me off, and swallows my cum sometimes; I eat her out like there's no tomorrow, and we fuck in every position, room, or scenario imaginable. I love her tight hairy pussy, and I play with it, finger it, lick it or fuck it whenever I can.
Tamara likes to watch porn and internet videos, and sometimes she watches some pretty kinky stuff. She loves S&M scenes. The weird thing is that she never really has much interest in experimenting with or acting out any of the stuff she watches. Except for one thing.
She really gets off on watching cock and ball torture, and one activity she actually wanted to try, she totally fell in love with. I'm of two minds about it, since on one hand it's kind of exciting, but on the other it's excruciatingly painful. Tamara gets so worked up and excited by it that I can't refuse her though. It started off lightly and playfully enough, but she's worked up to a terrifying, brutal routine, and now I can tell when it's coming. Some days, she'll come home from work feeling frustrated and angsty, and has some steam to blow off. Other days, like today, she'll get home from work with a wicked gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face. It only happens about once every month, but when it does, I know what's coming: She's going to kick me in the balls.
And not just lightly either. I've been scared on more than one occasion that she was going to put me in the hospital. I love her to pieces, and she loves me with all her heart, but since she started, she gets the deepest thrill from slamming her foot into my unprotected nuts full force and watching me drop to the ground. I don't know why I let her, but she loves it so much I can never say no.
Tamara got home
from work and hung her coat up in the closet. "Hi, sweetie, I'm home!" she called out in a cheery voice. I got up from the couch and came over to greet her. I met her with a smile and gave her a hug. We met in a wet, loving kiss, then she held me at arms length and looked at me. Instantly I felt fear. She had that crooked smile, and that fire in her eyes... Oh fuck. I was in for it.
She could see the fear flash through me. And my acquiescence... "God, I love you so much," she breathed huskily. "Why don't you go into the living room and get ready? I'm gonna go get my boots on..."
I gulped and headed into the living room. I heard sounds of her disrobing, and I began taking off my clothes. My cock started bobbing to erection, but my hackles were on end, and I was starting a bit of a cold sweat.
The boots she was talking about I had bought for her when she was coming to visit me on a construction site. That was the only time she'd worn them, until the time she decided she wanted to get serious about kicking my nuts in. They were a pair of safety-toe work boots, lace-up, ankle protector, all composite, no steel. Still in mint condition, they now had only one purpose. Slamming into my testicles. And crushing the tip of my prick.
The anticipation was almost delicious. I don't know why it excited me or I sort of looked forward to it. I think it was just Tamara's reactions. She gets so juiced, so primally lusty when she's in this mood, it just gets infectious. I don't know, I kind of like the pain? But not the way she dishes it out! It's always way too much! But I still let her? Shit, I can't figure it out!
Anyway, there I was, naked as a jay bird, standing in the living room with a half-erect penis, attaching a harness to my balls to keep them together and trapped in my sack, vulnerable and exposed. I started to sweat harder. What the fuck was I doing? Oh, god, I was trembling with nervousness. I heard Tamara rise and start walking to the living room. The sound of those boots on the hardwood of the hall sent tremors of fear through me. I would hear that sound in my nightmares! Or maybe my dreams?
She rounded the corner and stood there with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to one side, that sly, crooked smirk, and that dangerous gleam in her eye. She wore the boots. Only the boots. She was stark naked with her feet spread a little wider than shoulder width, except for those terrifying work boots. Her tits hung low and jutted out, her pink nipples erect and pointed at me. I loved the look of her fleshy areolas, lightly wrinkled and three inches in diameter. She still had red marks where her bra had restrained those gorgeous knockers throughout the day. Her fuzzy brown pussy was exposed, her tight thin lips looking virginal as always, and concealing the clit and cleft which I knew must be juicing, quivering, hot and slick with excitement.
She regarded me like this for a short bit, the lift of her boots and the two stairs from the hallway to the living room giving her an imposing foot-and-a-half height advantage over me. My cock throbbed to full erection as I returned her gaze like the deer-in-the-headlights. Part of me was screaming to run, remove the harness, cover my gonads, beg for her to relent, just this once. But I knew it would be to no avail. I knew what was coming. And she was loving seeing that I knew.
She began leisurely sauntering towards me. She lazily, slinkily descended the stairs to the carpet of the living room, her hands still on her hips, her lips still bearing that devilish smirk, and her eyes looking me up and down like she was a hungry tigress and I a terrified gazelle, desperately hoping not to be noticed.
She strode up to me and stood in front of me, hands still on hips. My legs were parted as I knew she wanted. My heart was beating rapidly as I tried to not betray my fear. She reached forth and gently pinched both of my nipples. I breathed deeply and evenly. Adrenaline was already coursing its way through my system. She then reached down and gently tickled my scrotum. I shivered. She chuckled.
"Mmmmm, I love how open and exposed these little babies are, you know that?" she asked me. I just nodded. She gave my nuts a gentle squeeze and ran her fingertips up the underside of my shaft. "Oooh, look, you're leaking!" she laughed. "You must be excited." She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "If only you knew how excited I am!" Her tongue circled my ear and she continued ever-so-softly caressing the underside of my penis. She scooped a dollop of my precum up with her finger and brought it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on her finger.
"Mmmmm, tastes so good..." she breathed. "Tastes like your fear..." She walked back a few paces and placed her hands back on her hips.
"You know what I'm going to do to you?" she inquired brattily.
"Yes," I managed to rasp.
She just snickered. She strode up to me and encircled me in a tender, soft hug. I dared not move. Her hands gently tickled my back and spine, stroking the skin softly and lovingly. Then she suddenly brought her knee up into my groin. Not hard. Quickly, but softly. Just enough to make me wince. She giggled.
She stepped back and looked me in the eye. The fires of her soul were shining brightly in her gaze. She looked down and brought her knee up into my groin again. The same as she had last time, quickly and softly, without follow through, just enough to gently bump my trapped testicles. I flinched slightly and softly snorted. This brought out a wide, toothy grin on her amused face. She licked her lips.
She reached out and gently cupped my testicles. "I love these little things, you know that?" she asked rhetorically. "They bring me pleasure and joy in so many ways..." Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I think this way is my favourite though..."
The she brought her knee back up into my crotch. She was not so gentle this time. I coughed and lurched. It was more alarming than painful, but my trapped nuts had nowhere to go. Her knee struck them with firm force. It was enough.
She grinned at my response. "I love this so much..." she mused. "And I love you, James. You know that, right?" I just nodded as I met her gaze. "This is going to be so hot. I'm so fucking turned on right now. I love being in charge of you like this..."
She reached down between her legs and began lightly circling her clit with her finger. I stayed in position with my legs apart and my hands at my sides. My cock was rock hard and throbbing now. Despite what I knew and dreaded was coming, I was highly excited.
She stopped diddling her clit and put her hands back on her hips. She stood with her legs akimbo and cocked her head again. She was savouring my fear. I knew kicks were coming next. She didn't disappoint.
She flicked her right leg up and the top of her boot caught the underside of my balls. It wasn't a hard kick, but enough to know a boot just struck my nuts. I gasped with a flash of pain.
Tamara observed me and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
She lurched forward and I flinched. Her foot never rose more than an inch or two off the ground.
"Ohhh, a little scared, are we? Two for flinching!!"
With that she brought her boot up into my nuts, sharply but lightly, instantly following it up with another light but smart kick. I choked and gasped again. A quiet low groan emanated from my throat. Tamara chuckled with glee.
She brought her knee up and flicked her right boot back into my junk, faster and with more authority this time. I cried out and doubled part way over. Fuck, this was hurting. My balls were in a state of total alarm. Not injured, but every nerve on edge. It felt like someone stuck an icicle up my ass or something, my stomach was binding in tension and nausea.
She kicked me again, a bit harder. I had the same reaction, my knees partly buckled. I had to fight to keep my legs apart and my hands at my sides. My teeth were gritted and my face contorted in a grimace of discomfort and determination. Tamara was loving every instant of this, so I was focused on being exactly what she wanted. I wanted to make her proud. Proud that I could take her kicks in the nuts? Yes, I've had that internal argument, but, yes. I wanted to make her proud of me, that I could take all the kicks to my balls that she wished to dispense.
Again her right boot made contact with my helpless orbs. I choked out a deep grunt, my eyes closing involuntarily against the pain. I was sw
eating, my fists clenched. I struggled to rise upright and steeled myself for further punishment.
Tamara called these her "love taps", or "warm ups". There's a couple of purposes for this. Firstly, she just loves it. I don't know why, and she has never bothered to try to figure it out, but when she's in the mood, nothing gets her hotter than being completely naked except for a pair of work boots, and to repeatedly kick me in the nuts when they're tied off and exposed.
A second reason is that after a dozen or so kicks like this, she considers my balls primed or warmed up enough for the coup de grace. She calls it "the field goal", and it pretty much resembles exactly that. She'll wind up and let a kick fly straight to my nuts more or less full force. It's terrifying, agonizing, unbearable... And it's her favourite thing in the world.
I know it's coming after about another five to ten kicks. Like the next one she gave me. A sharp, swift boot, quick and well-placed. No follow-through though. Not that it made much difference. I cried out involuntarily with the pain and growing state of distress in my testicular region. My balls were crying out in fright, begging me to protect them. I ignored their insistence and kept my thighs parted and my hands clear for Tamara's kicking convenience. This was such mental and physical torment! I was almost praying for it to be over, but I knew how it would end, and I couldn't pray for that... I was almost in tears.
Another kick impacted my testicles, squashing them flatter against my groin, only to rebound back, bouncing and dangling in helpless suffering, exposed and petrified with fear.
Another kick, sharp and hard. It forced all the breath from my lungs and I struggled to maintain verticality. My pulse was pounding with pain, every nerve alive and on edge. Adrenaline was flowing copiously now, frantically trying to implore me to fight or flee to rescue my abused genitalia. It took all my will to refuse.
Another kick. Hard. I cried out. She was being so deliciously cruel. My balls were singing with pain now, pulsing and throbbing. My whole gut was a tortured knot of distress, discomfort, nausea, apprehension, fear... Please, no more, I silently begged, but I knew it would be to no avail.
