This is what happens when we don’t post regularly. Last night Richard realized he had a bit of time and decided to write a post.
“Have we done anything? What happened the last time we had sex? I can’t remember.”
“Well, yesterday you were playing with my ass, then you finger-fucked me in my ass and pussy while you teased my nipples. My own squirming woke me up. Then you…”
“Oh yeah. I forgot about that. That was fun.”
“And the day before you gave me my first punishment spanking, and then…”
“Riiiiight. Yeah, that was really hot. OK, I know what I want to write about.”
So he wrote the post (below), except he forgot a bunch of stuff. So I thought I’d give MY spin on it.
First of all, the reason I asked for a spanking (a LITTLE spanking) was because I have been getting sassier and sassier over the last couple of weeks, as my work stress levels have ramped up. Richard has been more forgiving than usual because he understands why it’s happening. But that means I haven’t been getting any negative consequences for increasingly saucy behavior.
We were talking about this while snuggled up in bed and I, feeling guilty for being mouthy and rude, suggested that maybe a LITTLE spanking would help me re-focus. At first he said “Maybe later” but then he perked up (not a good sign) and sat up on the side of the bed.
“Come over here. I’m going to give you an over-the-knee spanking.”
I hesitated. He seemed awfully keen.
“Maybe now’s not a good time. Maybe in the morning would be better?”
“NOW. Get over here. Don’t make me wait.”
So I crawled trepidatiously over to him and laid across his knees, with my toes resting on the floor and my face and arms on the bed.
I squealed. Usually Richard warms up my ass by some gentle spanking before he hits harder. This was really hard, right off the bat.
I squealed again. This one was even harder. Then he started raining down swats on my poor little ass.
I managed to gasp “This isn’t a LITTLE spanking.”
And he replied “No, it’s a punishment spanking. You have been too mouthy lately and I don’t want it to happen anymore. Maybe this will help you remember.”
Every.single.smack. hurt like the dickens. It was not stingy or thuddy, it was just plain hurty. After a while I started crying. I’ve never cried when Richard spanked me, because he’s never spanked me hard like this. Part of me was hoping that my crying would make him want to be gentler.
Doh. When will I “get it” about sadists? He didn’t slow down, he didn’t spank me softer. I suddenly noticed that his cock against my belly had become very hard. He stopped about a minute after I began crying and pulled me up and gave me a big hug and wiped my tears. But before my crying had slowed to sniffling and hiccups he pushed me down onto my back.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.”
I moaned out a “please” or “no” or something, but he just kneed my legs apart and shoved into me. I was shocked by how wet I was. My ass was still hot and sore, but that just made the contrast of the sweet, wet fucking even better.
THEN, after he’d fucked me and cum in me and made me orgasm, THEN we cuddled and touched. He forgot to mention that part.
But he was right that I needed that. I haven’t felt much need to be sassy since then. Or when I do, I keep it to myself.
Afterwards, when we were snuggling, he said “Now are you going to remember who owns you?” and I nuzzled into him, into his big chest and strong arms, and said “Yes Daddy, I’ll remember.”