Story: Lynne's Explanation

This is the second installment of a continuing story. In part one, Lynne admitted to her husband, Mark, her desire to be spanked.

It was an admission, a revelation, an assertion of a long-buried truth. Lynne's terse expression of her clandestine desire sounded strange to her ears. It was as though another person had whispered those fateful words. They were true to her soul, yet still somehow foreign. Regardless of their origin, Lynne knew her words could not be retrieved.

A slow smile crossed Mark's young face. Lynne pondered whether it held delight or mockery. Yet not a word was spoken. The silence of the night, reassuring just moments before, now selfishly possessed the untold answer upon which her very being now depended. Was she wrong to be so candid? Would this mountain night represent a conclusion or a beginning?

"You want me to spank you?" Mark inquired. His tone suggested surprise, but neither anger nor disgust.

Lynne quickly concluded there could be no turning back now. Across the Rubicon she marched. "Yes, Honey, I believe I do. I've thought about this for a long time, since I was a little girl in fact. I love you and I sincerely want to share this activity with you."

A bit bewildered, Mark stammered, "I had no idea you felt this way. You think you know someone, but..."

"I think it will be fine, fun in fact!" Lynne beamed, her confidence now growing with each word. If Mark wasn't completely against the idea, she could make him believe. She had to convince him. She had played out this moment in her mind at least a hundred times, but the reality was so different, so emotionally charged.

As Lynne's mind raced ahead, Mark was struggling to fully comprehend the proposal placed before him. "Why?" he asked. It was a simple question. This single word abruptly reminded Lynne that all that was obvious to her was opaque to her lover.

Speaking rapidly, Lynne began to explain, as best she could, the flood of feelings that were a part of her fantasies, her lusts, and her aspirations since childhood. She explained how she was always curious about spankings. How they held a special mystery for her. How she looked up words in the dictionary. How she drew pictures of paddles and then destroyed them to protect her secret desire. How she read and reread storybooks that depicted spankings. How she always felt different and abnormal because of these urges. How with the advance of years, her fascination assumed increasingly erotic overtones. How she buried this secret deep within her heart for so many years. Lynne now wanted to be spanked, not as a child's punishment, but as an adult's expression of love. Mark was the man with whom she wanted to fulfill this lifelong need.

Mark was momentarily overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion. He listened intently. At first, he found himself uncomfortable with the prospect that his new wife was obsessed with being punished. Slowly, however, the passion with which she spoke became remarkably compelling. Anything that so motivated the woman he loved was worth his attention. He resolved to try to satisfy her. A dedicated husband could do no less.

"Yeah, all right. I'm willing to try." Mark's voice betrayed his uncertainty.

Lynne gently kissed her man upon the cheek. "Thank you, Dear."

"Do you want me to spank you now?" said Mark as he placed his arm around Lynne's waist.

"Sure! I didn't ask for nothing!"

"What if I hurt you?" Mark inquired. His forehead wrinkled in an expression of concern.

Lynne dismissed this suggestion with a casual wave of her hand. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I completely trust you. I know you would never mean to hurt me."

"I really don't want to hurt you at all."

"Honey, sometimes in life, we choose to accept inconvenience in the short term in order to achieve greater benefit in the long term. This exchange is like that." Lynne liked the sound of her explanation.

Mark made the first move. After activating the battery-powered lantern, he reached around and unzipped their common sleeping bag. As he opened the sleep nest, the warmth it held escaped quickly into the chilly night. Suddenly they were naked and exposed. The tent provided little thermal protection. Whatever they did, speed would be essential.

Lynne crawled face down over Matt's muscular thighs. Again that nervous feeling returned. It was one thing to dream about a spanking and yet another to actually receive one. She resolved to endure this experience, no matter what. She had been waiting too long to shortchange herself now.

Mark placed his left hand upon the back of Lynne's waist. His right hand instinctively began to rub her bottom. This was a posterior he had admired for weeks before they actually began dating. How lovely these globes appeared to him in the feeble light of the tent. Their gentle curve seemed now to almost invite a spanking.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked as he raised his arm for the first time.

"Never more than right now."

(to be continued)

Keywords: spanking, spanking story, spanking fiction