My last blog entry, Spank Those Bottoms Blog was about a fellow blogger’s site that had lots of gif mini-movies of girls being spanked (strictly speaking, they are of course women being spanked, but I kind of think of myself as a “girl” when I’m getting spanked, and I was referred to as such by Rick, the blogger in question, which kind of sort of flipped my switch and got me thinking subby).
Well, after all of that I just had to get a spanking, so I asked my husband to help a girl out. That was the day after I posted my previous blog entry. I wrote this up immediately after that, but held off hitting “Publish” so you had more of a chance to read the last blog entry.
I went up to him as he was watching TV. I stood there just in his peripheral vision with my hands fidgeting in front of me, my feet angled in, my knees knocking together, my head and eyes downcast, and squirming a little. I had on just a full cut pair of white cotton panties and a T-shirt, and nothing else.
It was picked out special for the occasion. My pussy was already wet. I must have looked like I needed to pee! I was going for the shy, immature teenaged girl vibe.
He looked over at me, and looked me up and down, appraising the situation. “Yes?” he asked.
“May have a s… s… spanking, Sir?” I stuttered as I said it. It’s fucking embarrassing to have to ask for your spanking!
He got a big smile on his face, turned off the TV, and said, “certainly!” He went on, “how do you want it?”
How did i want it? It was about a little girl getting a spanking from her man (Daddy?). I answered, “just your hand, please Sir, over your knee, but really real. I mean, hard and real…”
There. Said it. As soon as I said it, I knew my fate was sealed. I had done all I needed to. I knew my man would take it from there.
“Really? To tears, young lady?” he asked, teasing me.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. Oh gosh. There were going to be tears!
“Something your Daddy should have done to you before you moved out,” he said. He picked up on it. Yay! Yes, he knows all about my Daddy fantasies like you all do!
“Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly.
“But it wouldn’t be appropriate for your Daddy to do that to you anymore, now would it?” he said.
“No, Sir,” I said.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m in charge of you now, and know exactly what to give you when you get in this sort of a mood,” he said. Oh yes!
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go to the bedroom, sit on the side of the bed, and wait for me there,” he ordered. “I’ll be up when I’m up.”
I got a little extra tummy flutter as he ordered me like that.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and I went to leave the room and go to the bedroom.
“Oh, and sweetheart,” he called out after me. I stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him, “there are going to be tears,” he emphasized.
I gulped and nodded and went on my way without saying anything more. He was serious. That was him promising me I would be spanked, and for real. That was the thought I carried with me as I made my way to our bedroom, sat down at attention on the side of our bed, and waited for my man to arrive and give me the spanking I so desperately needed.
He had given me that mental image to focus on. I would be spanked to tears. I would go over his lap, he would bare my bottom, and he would spank me bright red. He would continue spanking until I literally cried. Oh no! What do I get myself into?
He let me wait there for many minutes. I would say fifteen minutes or so. I replayed in my mind over and over again the fact that he would enter the room, put me across his knee, bare my bottom, and spank me… to tears.
My little outfit, white cotton panties and a T-shirt, were chosen deliberately, with a purpose. I knew David would have picked up on it, and he had.
He came in. Oh my gosh. It was starting!
“Well, young lady, here we are again. You’ve been asking for this spanking and now you’re going to get it.”
Well that was true enough.
“I’m sorry Daddy. I won’t do it again, I promise!” I was not yet sure what I would not do again, but I went with the flow.
“Too late for promises, Julie. You’ve been told time and time again. You DO NOT sit on my lap in your panties and T-shirt like that, with nothing on underneath. That IS NOT appropriate or acceptable in any way.”
Oh gosh! Yes, he had of course picked up on my thing, without even being told. When I was a teen I flirted outrageously with my actual father. I would run to him and give him a big hug and a kiss and sit on his lap and hug him some more. I did this in just my panties and T-shirt, which was how I slept. I would do this in front of my Mom and my sisters. I had breasts and everything. I don’t know what I was thinking. Poor Daddy! But he never said anything. He never seemed flustered or uncomfortable, or (yuck!) turned on at all. He would just hug me chastely and then put me off him. Nobody ever said anything. My Mom was zero reaction, my younger brother didn’t notice, and my sisters looked daggers at me. Sue, my older sister, knew what I was doing, even if I didn’t fully. My younger sister, Nancy, was jealous of the attention I was hogging. Anyways, my husband knows all about this about me, and how I sexualize it and fantasize about it to this day. He had spontaneously introduced it into our roleplay without me even asking. That’s what having a lifemate is all about!
“Oh Daddy, I just wanted to hug you!”
“That is nonsense, Julie. You know exactly what you’re doing and it’s very, very wicked. Your Mother is my woman, young lady, not you, and its high time you learned that. In fact, your Mother has told me to come up here and to give you the spanking of your life.”
Oh no. He brought Mom into it?? Really???
“Get across my knee!” he said. He pulled me up off the bed by my arm, sat where I had been sitting, and then hauled me back down across his lap. He tucked me under his left arm and put his right hand on my panty-covered butt.
“You do not… SMACK… come out of your bedroom… SMACK… dressed like this… SMACK… anymore… SMACK.”
Each of those SMACKS was his open palm to my panty-covered butt. They were each hard! His hand felt like a paddle. Each smack took my breath away.
“Your Mother insisted I give this to you bare bottomed and bare breasted, young lady, and by golly I intend to do just that!”
With that, he started peeling my panties down my ass and raising my shirt above my breasts.
“No! No! No!” I cried out, and kicked and wriggled and tried to get my hand back there to stop my panty’s descent. He was having none of this. He moved my hand away and angled his body to block me. He pulled my panties down to a band around my knees and left them there. He then tugged my T-shirt high up my back, and pushed it right above my tits in front, baring them for my spanking. He then re-encircled me with his left arm. My breasts were at this point mooshed against the bed and my legs were dangling off of it.
“This is for your own good,” he told me, and then he started my spanking…
Oh my gosh, how do I describe it? It hurt, that’s for sure. He did modulate somewhat, but it was all on the hard side of things. His palm connected over and over again with my rear. He concentrated on the lower ass cheeks and went left side, right side, middle, repeat, over and over and over again. I scrunched my eyes and balled my little fists and I held on and I held on. Over and over and over again his hard palm spanked me. After a couple of minutes of it I broke!
“No Please! No more! Please!!!” I yelled out.
“Not until I see some genuine tears, young lady,” he said. Oh no! Hoist upon my own petard!
I needed tears, and I needed them, like, right now! I tried to focus past the pain in my rear end and focus on my “offense”. I had jumped on my Daddy’s knee scantily clad, in hopes of getting a sexual response, which I would have hated him for. What a little shit I was. I focused on that, and said,
“I’m sorry Daddy! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done it! I’m so sorry!”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” he stated. Oh no!
He kept spanking my ass, harder and harder and harder. I was getting frantic, but the tears has still not come! I could have safe-worded out, but no fucking way! I needed to pull out the big guns…
“Please Daddy, I’m sorry I did that, I love you! I love you! Please!”
Yup… That was enough to do it. Tears. Real tears.
“I’m sorry! I love you! I’m sorry!” I said over and over again, crying my little eyes out.
David stopped spanking me. He picked me up and he put me down, face up, on the bed. He lay beside me and gathered me up into his arms and hugged me close.
I wasn’t that emotional, but I had cried. More from the fanny pain than anything.
“Thank you for my spanking,” I told David. He was back to being my David. My husband. I loved him so much just then! I started kissing him all over his face. Then I had an idea,
“Do you think it’s possible that I can kiss every square inch of you?” I asked.
“We could find out,” he said.
So I proceeded to do just that. I started at his face and head, and lay kisses on every part of him except that back of his head which I could not reach (yet!). I sat him up and took his shirt off. I kissed his shoulders, down his arms, his underarms, his neck, his chest, his nipples, down his tummy, down both sides. Kiss kiss kiss kiss the whole way.
I took his pants off, leaving his undies on. My T-shirt was still on, where he had left it, bundled up above my bare tits. My panties were long gone, having been kicked off during my spanking. I kissed down the fronts and sides of his legs, and onto his feet and onto his toes. I kissed the soles of his feet. I came up kissing, kissing, kissing the insides of his thighs. He parted his legs for me so I could get right up high. I could see his cock hard in his underpants. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I rolled him over onto his tummy. I went back to his head and kissed every part of the back of his head and his ears, necks, shoulders, back. Then I went down the backs of his legs and came back on the inside backs. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I slid his undies down and off. I kissed his ass. Every square inch of it, high and low from one hip to the other. I parted his cheeks. I kissed the cleft of his ass, first one side of it, and then then the other. Yes, I had said every single square inch. I kissed his bottom hole, and lingered there, kissing it all around and right on it. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I turned him over again, so he was facing up. I kissed his midsection all over. I had to move his hard penis and balls out of my way so I could reach every spot there. Then I started in on his balls. I kissed every last part of his testicles. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I started going up the shaft of his cock, kissing it all the way up and down again, up and down again, all around it. I move myself around the bed to get a better angle. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I got to the engorged head of his cock. I kissed it everywhere, all around and right on the very tip. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
I looked up at him greedily. I met his eyes. I put his cock into my mouth and started sucking and slurping noisily on it. I went as deep as I could, gagging on it. I moved my ass closer to his head. He obliged by reaching out and soothing my sore cheeks as I sucked his big cock. He slipped his finger into my wet cunt. He fucked me with his finger as I sucked his cock. I wanted more. I reached a hand behind me and pulled my cheek apart. He didn’t get it at first. I had to take his cock out of my mouth and say, “here”, as I touched my asshole with my finger. He got the message. He shoved his thumb into my asshole while he kept his fingers in my cunt. Oh it felt good!
I then went down on him in earnest. I wanted him to cum. To cum hard into my mouth. Right into my mouth. I had a sore spanked rear end, my husband’s thumb was deep in my ass and hias fingers deep in my cunt. I bobbed and slurped on his cock like a little whore. I felt his body stiffen and Ifelt his cock stiffen even more in my mouth as well. He put his other hand on my head and pushed me down farther on his dick. I gagged and slurped and gagged some more, but I was determined to have him ejaculate deep down my throat, like a good girl!
He jerked and I felt it. A hot gooey liquid in my throat, squirting forcefully out of his cock. I swallowed and sucked and sucked. I sucked every drop of cum out of his cock. I held it in my mouth, whatever had not already gone down my throat. He pulled his fingers and thumb out of me. I knelt on my haunches on the bed and I faced him. I looked him straight in the eye. I swallowed his cum down my throat so he could see it. I locked eye contact with him the whole time.
“Ummm Yummy!” I said. I collapsed back down onto him, He held me against him as we cuddled. I did not cum that night.
What a nice spanking!
Source: Strict Julie
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