Angie’s First Sex Spanking
Angie from The Punishment Book made a long post a month ago about her first sexual spanking, when she was 19 and had a game and “little bit freaky” boyfriend who would do anything for her. After a little bit of negotiation, it went like this:
We started to make out and I almost forgot about the whole conversation. It was good, and the pot had made me horny, and I was raring to go — when suddenly he said, “Go straddle my weight bench.” I started to ask why and my hesitation earned me a sharp swat over my jeans. As I stood up he said, “Take everything off. Everything.” He watched as I undressed and I felt exposed, and naughty, and like my senses were on overload. Naked, I obeyed his previous command, and straddled the bench, facing a full-length mirror that he kept there to watch himself workout and the support frame for the barbell, which had weights attached to it.
“So, you need to be spanked, huh?” C asked me, his voice suddenly husky and deeper than usual. I was watching him through the mirror. His shirt was off; his jeans and belt were still on. His eye caught mine and he said, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Lie down on your belly. Keep your feet flat on the floor.” As I did what he asked, my ass was pushed up, providing an excellent target. He started slowly at first and I got used to the sensation. He dipped his fingers in my pussy every few moments, commenting on how turned on I was by my first spanking and how good it was going to feel to fuck me after. I would whimper or moan, and try to hide my face, but every time this would be met with a sharp smack and a command to meet his gaze in the mirror.
After awhile, he began to unbuckle his belt. I believe it is this moment that has cemented, in my sex-memory, that “man unbuckling his belt” = “most sexy thing on planet.” He doubled it over and then whispered in my ear, hot and wet, “Do you need to feel leather on your ass, little girl?”
I’ll let you guess my reply.
The whipping started slow and then got faster, and then he alternated; and as it got harder, I tried to squirm away, but never told him “no more.” To reward me for my squirming, he found some rope in his little basement hideaway that we were in, and he bade me grab on to the barbell-support. He tied each of my hands to it. I can barely recall now exactly how I was bound, but I know that because of the weight on the bench, I couldn’t have gotten free without him. And I was completely ok with it – which surprises me when I think of it now. Surprises me and turns me on. He continued the whipping but now I would tense as I saw, in the mirror, as he raised his arm each time. He decided this wasn’t good, either. He said, “I want you to accept it. I want you to know it’s coming, but not know when, and just accept it.” Neither of us knew the language of submission yet, but that was pretty damn good, I’d say. He took his t-shirt and fashioned a blindfold for me.
Straddling the bench, naked, bound and blind-folded, I drank in the sensation of the leather on my skin, the warmth of his touch on my back to calm me, the sharp pull of my hair when he asked me a question and I was slow to answer. My first trip into this world of submission and pain and I had found total bliss. Finally, C said, “I think we should stop. You’re awfully bruised.”
“Yes, that’s probably enough for the first time. Did you like it ok?” He was undoing the ties around my hands as I asked and he took one of them and held it to his cock — it was hard and … well, ready.
“Does that answer your question?” He laughed. I reached for the blindfold and he said, “Wait. Put your arms under you and push yourself up a little but keep that on.” I could hear his pants come down, and I felt his hands at my pussy once again. “You’ve done such a good job feeling and not seeing. I want you to hold off a little bit. Push that ass out.”
Within moments he was inside of me, his hands grabbing my sore ass, my body responding like it had never done before and he was saying things that I had needed to hear for so long. Things like, “Are you a bad girl that needs to be spanked?” and “Did I whip that ass good for you, you naughty little slut?” He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me and I came harder than I ever had before.
