Letters to Penthouse XXXII

by Penthouse International

  I’ve accepted this, but I’m always trying to push the envelope and get Jacob to spank me anyway. Today, I got home early and whipped up his favorite meal, setting our rarely used dining-room table with our best linens before laying out rare steaks and a bowl of mashed potatoes. When he opened the door, the smells of his favorite foods hit him. “Hey, baby. What are we celebrating?”

  I giggled and smiled at him as I put the finishing touches on the chocolate mousse before setting it in the fridge. I dimmed the lights and, after he changed into more comfortable clothes, led my hunk of a boyfriend to the table. While he feasted, I merely picked at my meal, practically bursting at the seams for what I knew would come later. Jacob worries that if he spanks me every night, we’ll somehow get bored with it. Maybe he’s right, but if I go a few days without a good, solid, bare-skin spanking, I start to feel incredibly horny. I watched Jacob eat, already picturing how I wanted to be positioned when he finally laid his hands on me. After he’d taken his last spoonful of the rich, creamy dessert, Jacob patted his stomach. “All right, Becky, tell me, for real, what is it we’re celebrating. I can’t remember the last time you cooked such an elaborate meal for no reason.”

  “Okay, okay. It’s just that… I thought tonight would be a good night for a spanking. I’m going crazy waiting for the weekend. I need to be spanked.”

  He surveyed me as I gazed at him with pleading eyes. I saw his eyes travel downward, taking in my tight white T-shirt, through which my bare breasts were clearly visible, and short, black pleated skirt. I could practically see his face change the minute he decided to go along with my plan. “Well, honey, all you had to do was ask. Get over here,” he said, and I tumbled into his lap as he wrapped his strong arms around me. We kissed for a long time, until I started to squirm. He put one hand on my hip and the other cupped one of my ass cheeks, fondling it through my miniskirt.

  Then his fingers moved beneath my skirt to pinch my ass, which got me even further aroused, as I knew he could tell from the way I clutched him tighter, pulling at his shirt and pressing my nails into his back as he continued to explore my ass. His fingers strayed to the crack between my cheeks, lightly teasing my hole until I was almost ready to forget about the spanking if he’d just fuck me. But by that point, we were too far gone. Jacob lifted me over his shoulder and carried me all the way upstairs to our bedroom, making it seem like I was as light as a feather.

  He positioned me so I was bent over the bed, my ass sticking up in the air, which always makes me feel like I’m a bad girl who needs to be punished. That’s my favorite role-playing scenario, and Jacob knows it. “Even though dinner was quite a treat, you know I like to be the one to decide when you get spanked,” he said, even while rubbing his erection against my ass as he stood behind me. He lifted my skirt and placed a hand over each firm globe of flesh. “Therefore, I’m going to spank you for your impertinence,” he boomed.

  I shivered in delight, his words further preparing me for what was to come. Even though I thought I was ready, that first smack shook me, shattering all thoughts from my head except the need for more. He brought his hand down on my other cheek, making my ass cheeks glow with heat.

  He blew cool air onto my warm butt, then went right back to spanking me, his hand getting increasingly warm with each smack. Then he did the thing that makes my pussy truly sing: He put me over his knee. Being splayed across his lap means I get the most special kind of spanking of all. It means my ass is the only thing in his line of vision, and all of his attention is on my rounded behind. It means I can’t go anywhere and must submit to the pleasurable sensation of his hand making repeated contact with my curves.

  This time, I bit my lower lip in anticipation and involuntarily clenched my ass cheeks together. Instead of smacking me, he placed his large, warm hands calmly over my buttocks. “Relax, sweet girl, relax. I’m only going to give you exactly what you desire,” he said. Slowly, I let myself melt against him, releasing all the tension in my body, because I knew he was right. As soon as I relaxed, he went back to spanking me with his usual vigor, each palmprint building on the last while I squirmed against his lap. He didn’t even need to hold me down, though he did occasionally rest his free hand on the small of my back. I held on to his ankles while my body molded around his, aware only of my throbbing ass and my pulsing cunt.

  I was reaching the point where my pussy’s needs were about to overtake my spanking lust. Jacob knew it, too, and kept teasing me by dipping his fingers into my slick entrance, merely outlining my wetness before returning to my ass. Every stroke made me moan, and I spread my legs as much as I could in my prone position, hoping to entice him further inside. “I know you want my cock, Becky, and you’re going to get it soon, so just be patient,” Jacob said calmly. I knew that if I really wanted him to fuck me, the sooner I stopped moving and submitted to his delicious spanking, the sooner he’d gift me with his dick ramming into my cunt.

  So instead of crying out at the wonderful stinging sensations his hands provoked, I closed my eyes and breathed quietly, focused only on feeling every bit of pleasure his smacks were bringing me. The warmth and impact seemed to travel directly through my skin and invade my pussy. Each smack not only made my sensitive butt respond, but made my cunt ache for him more and more. I could tell he was building up to his spanking finale as he pressed down against the small of my back and delivered one sound, hard whack after the other. He paused to rub my hot skin before giving me a minute of deliberate, nonstop spanking. When he was done, he rubbed his hands together, the swishing sound echoing through the air, then pressed his hot palms against my ass, further compounding the thrill.

  Only then, once I’d submitted to him fully, did he grant me my other desire. Even though I love to be spanked, Jacob always rewards me with fabulous sex. This time he lifted me up, placed me on my back, and began softly licking my pussy. His tongue was the perfect gentle antidote to his firm hand. My behind was soothed by the cool, crisp sheets as Jacob brought me to the edge of orgasm. When I was about to come, he unzipped his pants to reveal his impressive erection.

  His cock is so beautiful, it always makes me gasp when I see it. With his eyes trained on mine, he lowered himself on top of me and easily slipped his hard dick into my wet, slippery entrance. By then I was so turned on, he could’ve probably put only a finger inside me and had me coming. But it was his cock that did it. Within moments of his entering me, his wide shaft stretching my pulsating cunt, I was twisting and groaning as my climax overtook me. I soaked the bed with my juices, and Jacob smiled at me before leaning down to kiss me, his warm body covering my own as his hips kept pumping into me. There’s nothing quite like getting fucked by my man right after he’s spanked my ass, and he delivered on his earlier promise to give me all of his cock. He pulled out and pressed back in, filling me up completely until I was on the verge of another orgasm. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, clutching his body to mine as we moved in tandem. Then, with his forward thrusts met by my own, his cockhead was rubbing against my cervix.

  Finally, there was nothing left to do but come, but I held off, waiting until Jacob was ready. When he was about to climax, he stilled for a moment, held my hips down, and pumped quickly back and forth, fucking me with all his might until he spurted a huge, hot load of his come deep inside me. He pulled out, and I could feel the liquid oozing out of my pussy. I reached down to stroke my clit, letting him watch as I finished myself off, shuddering with a self-satisfied moan as the tremors once again rose up from my cunt. When I was done, Jacob held me, wrapping his arms around me so his hands rested against my ass. “See how special a spanking can be?” he asked me, and I nodded in agreement. I did, and was happy to wait in the future if it meant his spankings would yield such ecstatic results.

  —Ms. Rebecca T., Providence, Rhode Island

  Her Feet Get the Royal Treatment in the Form of a Soak and Tongue Bath

  I look forward to summer because it means my wife, Kathy, wears her skimpiest sandals an
d shoes, the ones that best show off her feet. She has a gorgeous pair of perfectly formed size sevens that are delicate and have a generous arch. Not only does she indulge my complete and total worship of her precious peds, but she loves when I suck on and devour them, making us a perfect couple.

  The other day Kathy went off to work wearing a pair of strappy shoes, her toenails sparkling with a new coat of shiny, red polish. The sight of her skipping out the door, her legs elongated by those powerful heels, gave me a hard-on that simply wouldn’t quit. I called her at lunchtime just to hear her sexy voice. “Baby, how are those feet of yours doing? You tired from standing all day?”

  She played up her soreness. “Oh, yes, my feet are absolutely aching and the day’s only halfway over. You’re going to have to really do some work on them when I get home, if you know what I mean.” I could practically feel her smile radiating over the line, and my hands itched to touch her feet. The rest of the day my mind was filled with teasing images of her shoeclad tootsies as I tried to concentrate on work. Finally, it was time to go home to my wife.

  I walked in the door and called her name, but she wasn’t there yet. I quickly took off my tie and began running her a bath, filling it with her favorite scented bubbles. She walked in just as I was turning off the water, and by the time she made it upstairs, I was ready to undress her and coax her into the perfectly warmed tub. As her body sank into the relaxing heat, Kathy let out a sigh of contentment. I was in my bathrobe and promptly seated myself on the fluffy carpet beside the tub, reaching into the water to lift one of her legs so I could caress her left foot. She tapped it against the suds, sending some bubbles floating through the air, then moaned as I sank my thumb into her tender, soft skin. I kneaded her entire foot, my cock going wild under my robe as I felt her leg trembling beneath my touch.

  Then I picked up her other foot and gave her a dual massage, running my thumb down the center of her sole, then pressing against the heel. Finally, I rinsed the soap off her left foot and took her slightly puckered toes into my mouth. First, I ran my tongue across them, then I took her big toe into my mouth, licking the underside, making love to her foot as she moaned. I sat back for a minute, shrugged off my robe, then resumed my position, this time leaning forward to slide my free hand below the water’s edge and between her legs. I’d have climbed in with Kathy if there’d been room, but there was plenty of space for me to nibble and suck on her toes while probing her sweet pussy. The water had stayed warm, and stroking her doubly wet folds felt amazing. I timed my mouth’s and hand’s actions to coincide, so when my tongue sped up so did my fingers’ movements.

  “You know exactly what I like, don’t you, baby?” she murmured as I slipped my fingers deeper inside her cunt while taking three of her toes into my mouth. I had to hold her ankle up to my mouth, otherwise I’d have been beating off, but instead I rubbed my cock against the porcelain edge of the tub, feeling all of these sensations at once—her pussy against my fingers, the water swirling around my arm, her moist toes in my mouth, and the hard tub edge against my dick. I fluttered my tongue against her toes, then pulled away and licked all around the edges of her feet before sinking my teeth lightly into her heel.

  She wriggled against my mouth, laughing, but when I eased off, Kathy shoved her foot right in my face, her pussy clamping down around my thrusting fingers as I opened my mouth wide to take in as much of her heel as I could capture. She was driving me wild. Soon I was going to need to come myself, but for now I focused on my wife’s favorite parts, and mine—her feet and her cunt. I shoved three fingers inside her while devouring her dancing toes as she rubbed them against my face, urging one foot into my waiting mouth while stroking my cheek and ear with the other. Finally, I had to be closer, and I pulled my fingers out of her tight pussy and leaned over to help her out of the bath. I carried her, dripping wet, into the bedroom, not caring about the drops of water we left on the carpet.

  When we got to our destination, I wrapped her in a fluffy robe, then rubbed her down, pressing my hard cock alongside her while she wiggled against me. Kathy’s skin was warm to the touch, and her cheeks were rosy when I finally placed her naked body on the bed and climbed on top of her. She felt soft and sleek as I stroked her hair while my dick fell into place between her legs. I nudged my cockhead against her wet opening, teasing her with my hardness, and when she ran her toes along the backs of my legs, then up toward my ass, I couldn’t resist any longer and sank my full length into her hot, wet pussy in one steady thrust. Kathy embraced me, curling her legs around my waist and drawing me deeper, her fingers digging into my back as we moved in a glorious, erotic rhythm.

  My bride was the picture of arousal, her mouth open, slack with lust, her eyebrows raised as she gazed deep into my eyes. She gets a certain look on her face that I recognize when she’s about to come, and I shifted accordingly, speeding up the pace of my thrusts as her breathing got shallower. “You not only have the most gorgeous and delicious feet in the world, my dear, you also are the sexiest woman alive,” I told her, meaning every word. She was contorting around my cock in such a way that I feared my orgasm might precede hers, but just then, she let out a gasp and clutched me even more tightly. I cradled her in my arms, slamming my cock as deep inside her as I could while her whole body trembled as she climaxed. I was torn between letting loose inside her or what I wound up doing—pulling out and shooting my come all over her gorgeous feet.

  Kathy moaned as my hot load landed on her petite peds, and when I saw my white liquid slathered all over her curled toes, I thought it was the best sight in the world. She wound up having to take another bath, which led to a repeat performance, this time with even more attention paid to her whole body. I wouldn’t wish soreness upon Kathy’s adorable feet, but I am always happy to help soothe out the kinks and ever grateful that she grants me my favorite wish again and again.

  —Mr. George K., St. Louis, Missouri

  She Gets Wet Obeying Her Boyfriend’s Orders

  My boyfriend, Kyle, and I have set up our household in a way that suits both our needs. He brings home the bacon, and in turn, I am available to him for anything he may desire. And when I say anything, I mean it. Sometimes, he wants me to simply make a home-cooked meal, set the table, and have his favorite pajamas and slippers ready. But most of the time, what Kyle wants is much racier than some food on the table. Take the other night—I’d spent the day relaxing, getting a manicure and having lunch with my best friend. Then I tidied up the apartment, watched a movie on TV, and was reading a book when the phone rang.

  I reached for it and heard Kyle’s sexy, gruff voice on the line. “What are you wearing, Jody?”

  Merely hearing him ask the question sent shivers through my body. But the truth wouldn’t have been all that exciting—I was wearing jeans and a thin white cotton T-shirt. In a flash, I unbuttoned the jeans, pulling them down with my hands while tucking the phone between my shoulder and cheek. Once they were off, I truthfully answered, “Just a T-shirt, bra, and panties. Why?” I put all the innocence I could manage into my response.

  “I want you to take off all of your clothes,” he said.

  “Of course,” I said, and dutifully slipped my T-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. But I was sitting on the couch, and wearing my favorite pair of panties, a sheer, snug black silk pair that feel particularly good, and didn’t want to remove them. “Okay, I’m done,” I told him.

  “No, you’re not, Jody. Why would you lie to me like that?” he said, and I jumped, amazed that he could possibly know about my fib.

  Then I peeked out the window, and saw that he was a few yards away, near our front steps, spying on me—the tricky devil! He was home from work and had wanted to surprise me. Before I could speak, the phone went dead and I heard his key in the door. With a few strides of his long legs, Kyle was in front of me, cell phone in hand, frowning.

  “Now, Jody, you know that you’ve agreed to do what I ask of you, and that was a pretty reasonable request, don’t yo
u think?” I knew he wasn’t really mad, but he sure did a good impression. “What are you waiting for? Take off your panties!” He raised his voice, making my cunt churn with excitement. I could feel my skin heating up under his steady gaze, and I slipped the panties off, not sure what to do with them once I had, so I held them in my hands.

  “Give me those,” he said, more to himself than anything, as he grabbed the wet black silk from me. He leaned forward, took my wrists in his powerful grip, then tied them together behind my back using my own panties. I could feel my juices brushing against the back of one hand as he fastened my wrists, and my lips parted in arousal. Then Kyle quickly unzipped his pants, revealing an impressively large erection. My whole body stiffened as I took in the glorious sight before me. “You know what to do,” was all he needed to say, and I leaned forward, my bound wrists lifting slightly upward as my lips moved to reach his cock. He stepped closer, plunging the head of his dick into my waiting mouth.

  I swirled my tongue along his swollen flesh, savoring the salty flavor that greeted me. It was a toss-up as to who was in control here—Kyle had me bound and was telling me what to do, but I had his cock in my mouth, and knew he was helpless once my lips began sliding down his shaft. Kyle moaned, mussing my hair as he gently rocked back and forth in a daze while I sucked on his cock, my pussy clamoring for attention. I hoped he’d push his fingers inside me—or even better, fuck me—but I knew he’d determine what happened next between us. I sucked his cock with all my energy, my saliva pooling in my mouth as I swallowed his entire length.