I always enjoy the “she asked for it and then tried to talk him out of it” stories:
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.