The Booty Girl Diaries

Here's another gem from the vault. This might just be the strangest story I have.

My husband, Randy, loves my bottom. He pays regular tribute to the twin globes upon which I sit. He spanks, spreads, soothes, rubs, kisses, whips, massages, manipulates, licks, paddles, penetrates, pats, kneads, beats, and bites. Whenever we’re together, his hands seem to inevitably find their way to my seat.

His attention doesn’t bother me in the least. In truth, I love it. After all these years, the fact that he still desires my body is a wondrous thing. Most amazing of all, he appreciates my womanly curves. I’m not a size six, nor will I ever be again. For good or for ill, Mother Nature (and motherhood) gave me a big backside. Randy, to his credit and my delight, wouldn’t have me any other way.

Randy’s posterior fascination took on a new character last weekend. We had dinner reservations and tickets to see Les Miserables Saturday night. This is one of my favorite musicals and I had been looking forward to this night for weeks. I spent most of the day working around the house. Around four, I went upstairs to prepare for our big night. I began by enjoying a relaxing and reinvigorating shower.

As I exited the bathroom, clad in only a towel, Randy met me in the bedroom. He embraced me briefly before silently guiding me to the bed. Before I had an opportunity to process what was happening, he positioned me bottom up across his lap. As soon as my tummy landed atop his thighs, my lover began to briskly smack my buttocks with his rigid hand. It hurt, but not unbearably so. In fact, once I regained my wits, I welcomed the warm sting he delivered.

My spanking continued for several more minutes. Randy’s technique was thorough, but loving. When he decided I had absorbed enough swats, he held me in place and started to rub. He squeezed my chastened cheeks while mixing in the occasional slap. Neither of us was surprised when his roaming digits encountered abundant dampness beneath the fire he had so expertly lit.

Needing no more encouragement, Randy flipped me onto my back, pulled me to the edge of the bed, separated my legs, and directed his affectionate mouth to my thrill spot. Within a couple of delightful minutes, I was bucking with orgasmic spasm. Wow!

Once I caught my breath, my lover turned me over and gently positioned me on hands and knees. There, at the edge of the bed, he forcefully took me from behind. Each time his abdomen made contact, I was reminded of the preceding spanking. This blend of sensations pushed me again into a panting climax. Randy soon found his own pleasurable release deep within me.

Afterward, we lay together on the bed with limbs interwoven. Some time later, Randy looked at clock and announced that our dinner reservations were in just one hour. I told him that, thanks to him, I needed another shower. He declared that the only way we could make it on time would be to shower together. I laughed, but went along with his thinly veiled scheme. The shower (my third of the day) was fun, in a sudsy sort of way. Randy couldn’t resist spanking me again. He claimed he liked the way it echoed.

We emerged from the bathroom clean and dry. I opened my dresser to retrieve my underwear and bra. Randy stopped me by exclaiming, “Wait!” and raising his hand. Here it comes, I thought. Randy produced a small box from a lower dresser drawer. From the box, he produced an odd undergarment and held it up. It looked like full cut boy-leg panties, but it appeared to be made of a rubberized material. “A girdle?” I asked incredulously. “Not exactly” he corrected. At that point, he turned the panty around to reveal the seat. I now recognized it as a figure enhancement garment, complete with two large bottom pads. This kind of underwear, I imagine, is worn by slender women who lack natural curves of their own. The thought of me wearing such a thing was ludicrous. I giggled at the thought. My bottom is plenty ample without any help at all. Randy encouraged me to try it on. I could tell from his giddy tone that he was thrilled by the prospect. Never one to suppress my lover’s fantasies, I stepped in and pulled up the strange girdle. The fit was tight, but tolerable. “Let’s see!” Randy urged with enthusiasm. I turned around to show him my new exaggerated curves. “Whoa! Move over J-Lo. You are positively booty-licious!” I hoped that was a compliment. His roaming hands assured me of his approval. I reminded my distracted husband that we still had a dinner reservation and finished getting dressed. After deciding that the dress I had planned to wear probably wouldn’t look right, I chose a pair of tan slacks and a black top instead. As I was applying my makeup, I couldn’t resist twisting around to see the source of all this fuss. I had to admit, from any angle, my bottom looked exceptionally round and full.

As we sat in the car, it became clear to me that wearing spandex underwear over a freshly spanked bottom was going to be an intense experience. Rather allowing the heat to dissipate as my regular cotton panties might, the fabric held it all in and concentrated it. It was like wearing pantyhose times ten. Having those pads in place also felt weird, but in time, I became used to it.

For dinner, we went to an excellent Greek restaurant. I simply had to order the spanakopitakia. These are little spinach pies. Randy chuckled and said he wanted “spankopedia” too. When he said that, I had to clap my hand over my mouth to avoid screaming in laughter. We later mused that “spankopedia” must be the first encyclopedia for spankos. The meal was wonderful and we thoroughly enjoyed it. After we left, Randy claimed that everyone in the place was staring at my posterior. I doubted that, but allowed that someone might have observed my unique anatomical peculiarity.

The performance was powerful and moving. Even though I had seen this musical several times before, I still cried at the end. The performers were very strong, especially the Jean Valjean and Javert characters. The songs are still running though my brain.

By the time we arrived home, I was ready to peel off the accursed padded panty. It had become uncomfortably hot. Randy had other ideas. He insisted that I model for him in our bedroom. As he snapped flash pictures, I was quite certain that I didn’t want to see the results, let alone anyone else. The whole while, he told me how beautiful he thought I looked.

After I got undressed, Randy held me closely in his arms. He thanked me profusely for playing along with his fantasy. I smiled and told him that I loved him. I explained that he has been fulfilling my dreams for the past twenty years. It seemed only fair to give him his night. I don’t fully comprehend his obsession, but I am nevertheless grateful for it.

Later, comfortable in our bed, we made gentle love in the dark. As if the ideal denouement, Randy finished the festivities by entering my anus. As he did so, he grasped and squeezed my orbs. I’m not a huge fan of anal sex, but on this occasion, it just felt right. I am quite certain that Randy agreed.

It was a great night. It was a strange night. It was one night in the life of a happily married couple.

Keywords: spanking, girdle spanking, big bottom