A reader who calls herself “Cutie With A Booty” wrote in to share her charming tale of new-found spanking fun. I’m delighted to share it with everyone, with her permission:
Dear Spanking Blog Boss,
I’ve been an avid reader and fan of your blog for a while now. I’ve always had a spanking fetish and being quite young (I’m only in my early twenties) and shy, I always found my interest too taboo and embarrassing to talk about or even clearly recognize within myself. In light of that, I’ve found much comfort and fodder in your blog.
Now, I’d consider myself pretty mainstream with my sexual desires and interests – but boy, I’d always fantasize for some reason about a nice over-the-lap, panties rolled down to the thighs beating on my behind! After all, I’ve always gotten special attention for my bottom from boys – which is luckily as J-Lo meets Kim Kardashian as booties go in white-girl world! Anyway, I have a true story to share from today that I thought you’d enjoy. Let’s call it my success story!
For a year now, my boyfriend and I have been openly exploring our sexual relationship in the bedroom. To my delight and surprise, he is as kinky and open-minded as I am! He is also always eager to please. A few months into our sexual relationship (which is founded solidly on love, not just sex) I began to notice his fixations on my bottom – always rubbing, patting, squeezing, and pinching me; always begging me to wear thongs and lace or mesh panties so he could get a better view; and his increasing desire to do it “doggy style.” Finally he admitted that he just “couldn’t get enough of my ass.”
For a while now, his interest in my booty has led to a few gentle, albeit impromptu spankings – each time more daring that the previous. First, over my pants, gently. The next time, pants down. The next, panties down, briefly. And so on our little spanking adventures would go… Until he asked me earlier today, “You know, I’m starting to get the feeling that you really, really like when I spank you. That’s your fantasy fetish, isn’t it?” Well, you can imagine I turned ten different shades of pink when I finally admitted that it was my ultimate turn-on.
So today, when I got out of the shower and we began our lovemaking on the couch, doggy-style of course (being our favorite – for both sensation and sexual appeal), I got the surprise of my life when I suddenly felt his two-times-the-size-of-my-hands hand come smack down on my right cheek harder than ever – and I don’t mean the one on my face! I let out a sharp, surprised yelp, and before I knew it, he was beating away at me as if my behind was the electronic drum set in Rock Band! It was the hardest I’ve ever been spanked. I giggled in between each cry of pain happily, begging him to stop and yet wishing he wouldn’t. Each time I giggled, my boyfriend took it as a sign of “disrespect” and only spanked my deserving bottom harder and faster as he made love to me, until it was stinging and covered, quite literally, in hand-prints. “You’ve been a bad little girl, disobeying me, and now you’re going to be punished,” he told me as he pinned me down by my hips over the cushion on my couch, my sore, bare bottom up in the air so he could reach better.
When I disobeyed to stay still and be quiet, he took my punishment to the next level, parting my thighs with his knees so that little pink, throbbing area between my legs was helplessly exposed. And then that’s when some of his spankings would miss my reddened bottom and land instead there, making me even wetter and scream even louder.
When we were done making love and cuddling afterwards, I sorely (and mistakenly) limped over to go put my clothes on. “Oh, no, where do you think you are going, cutie? I’m not done with you!” he told me, then instructing me to put on nothing but the tiniest thong in my underwear drawer. I tentatively followed his instructions to then bend over his lap on the couch. I sighed in relief as his hand came down to caress my welted and sore, stinging bottom. He gently kissed, nibbled, and massaged me, explaining that I’d need a little morale boost before he finished me off with the belt.
After a few minutes of caresses, I was told to be completely quiet as he took off his belt and began to whack away at my rear with it. Strike after strike, I was told I had to apologize each time for being such a naughty girl, and that he’d only stop if I pleaded. So I begged and apologized for disobeying him earlier, and finally, the belt struck my bottom one last time. Afterwards, he caressed me again sweetly – though snapping my thong against my butt a few times to giggle at my reaction.
When all was done, I happily bent over in front of the mirror to find my deserving, bare bottom reddened, lightly welted, and with more hand-prints on it than a detective TV show! I thanked him sweetly and playfully for allowing me my fantasy – and in return, he cuddled me lovingly, apologized for any pain he caused, and thanked me also, for allowing him his fantasy, too! It turns out, I wasn’t the only one with a spanking fetish – and I am certainly and excitedly looking forward to the next time we get to play again like that.
With a sore and happy bottom,
“Cutie With A Booty”