The Arrangement

I have read with great interest and titillation the stories posted about consensual spanking.  While I have never been spanked as an adult, I had my share of bottom warmings over my mother’s knees when I was young.  My last real spanking occurred when I was 15 years old, a result of me and my friend Jenny stealing a bottle of vodka from my parent’s liquor cabinet.  Not on my bare fanny, but my thin cotton panties provided little protection against the small wooden paddle my mother used to spank me with.  The next day when Jenny and I compared battle wounds, I had gotten the worst of it.

About two months ago, I got stopped for speeding, ending up with a ticket that cost $245.  My husband (Ben) was not to happy about it, but all in good fun he commented jokingly that what I needed was a good spanking, as he gave me a playful swat on the bottom.  I told him he was right, and that if it ever happened again, he could do the honors, a real spanking… provided of course that if he were in the same predicament, he would agree to the same treatment.  He agreed, and we dropped the subject…until last week.  My husband came home late for a dinner party at our country club we were supposed to attend, and as we sped through the streets to our engagement, he was pulled over by the police, 60 in a 45 mph zone, a $240 ticket.  That kind of put the damper on the evening, until we were dancing cheek to cheek and I whispered into his ear, “I can’t wait to get you home to give you your spanking.”  He looked astonished, but then remembered the arrangement we had made.

It was a quiet ride home, I don’t think Ben thought I would go through with spanking him…but my mind was made up, and the little alcohol we consumed at the party gave us both the courage to make good on our arrangement.  After we had changed into our pj’s, I placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and told Ben to assume the position.  I had already selected one of his thick leather belts from the closet and was lightly tapping my palm with the business end.  I aimed to give him a good whipping.  He assumed the position and presented his pajama-clad rear end in the air, ready to accept his punishment.  I think I surprised him when I reached around his waist and tugged his bottoms down to his knees, leaving his bare behind vulnerable to the belt. I observed that he had a huge erection, obviously enjoying our little game.

Ben has a cute muscular behind, toned up by his jogging and exercise routine.  I had never administered a spanking before, so I concentrated on delivering hard swats with the belt to the middle of each cheek, alternating side to side.  I did not want to hurt Ben, but I did want him to remember the spanking and have a tender sit spot for a few days.  I did not keep track of how many swats I gave him, but I decided to stop when his butt was a dark red all over, and he was squirming around trying to avoid the next sting.  After the spanking, I told him to lie still as I applied some soothing lotion to his rear end, then I flipped him over and mounted him.  He had lost his erection during the spanking but regained it suddenly when I was pampering his butt with the lotion.

We had wild sex that night, and for a few days afterwards because I made sure I tended to his sore behind each evening when we went to bed.  We both agreed that spanking was a good way to take care of our transgressions; I’m just wondering when it will be my turn.  Part of me wants to experience the thrill and excitement, but I am afraid of the sore behind it will cost me.  I think I’ll just screw up on purpose to get it over with.   I’ll let you know how things turn out.