The Awakening

I had planned to give you a new spankologue today. Sometimes, however, events alter my publishing schedule. I figured you wouldn’t mind a nice, fresh spanking story instead.

My first semi-conscious sensation this morning was my lover’s hands gently stroking my back. I emerged slowly from my deep slumber. My eyes opened just enough to detect light streaming in through the blinds. It was mid-morning. We had slept in. Randy’s massaging digits were by this time rubbing my hip and sliding down toward my bottom. “Mmmmm,” I uttered approvingly. I liked the way this felt. All of it – the cool morning air, the roughness of his palms against my smooth skin, my residual sleepiness, and the lust that was now swelling within me – fit well with my definition of a perfect Saturday morning.

“Turn over?” It was a both command and a query. I answered both with my compliance. Randy retrieved a favorite small leather paddle from his bedside table (I love a man who plans ahead). Upon spying the flexible, brown implement clutched in his strong right hand, I braced myself for an inevitable assault on my exposed posterior. Crossing me up, as he does so often, he merely rubbed the paddle’s surface round and round against my lower cheeks. This too was a feeling I liked. He was taking his time and making it a spanking to remember.

“Do you need the paddle?” he inquired, knowing full well what my answer would be.

“Yes,” I purred in a small voice.

“I want you to ask me to spank you.” Randy was really playing me now.

“Please, spank my bottom with the paddle,” I cooed. I did desire his vigorous attention.

“Is it a hard spanking you crave?”

“Yes, please, spank me hard.” I probably would have agreed with anything at this stage.

As soon as I spoke those fateful words, my husband knelt beside me and took aim. The first blow wasn’t severe in the least. It was a nice, crisp smack. I liked the way it felt and the way it made me feel. He continued with moderate swats to build up a nice heat on the surface of my skin. In time, he began employing a bit more wrist action to increase the sting. Still, I never felt out of control or as though the spanking was more than I wanted. In all, he probably brought the paddle down at least a hundred times, but I loved every deliciously stinging whack.

I thought the spanking might be over when Randy’s nimble fingers sought out my sexual wellspring. I instinctively parted my thighs to welcome his overture. Ambidextrous as he is, however, he was quite able to stimulate and paddle concurrently. I was panting. He holds the keys to my desire and the lock was open. Soon, I was shaking with blind erotic ecstasy.

The events that followed are still slightly fuzzy, but I’m certain that he mounted me and gave me another teeth-rattling series of orgasms. Afterward, we snuggled in bed together. We happily exchanged kisses, caresses, embraces, and “I love you’s.” It was simply wonderful.

When I went in the bathroom in a little while later, I couldn’t stop staring at the mirror image of my nicely pink bottom. Randy had to go to work for a while, but he left me with a warm glow and a smile on my face. It’s going to be a great weekend!

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