The Adventures of Safety Avenger and Tester Girl

On Friday night, I learned that I was married to a superhero. If that sounds remarkable, just imagine how surprised I was! Just when you think you really know someone...

When Randy arrived home from work, his passionate reunion kiss informed me immediately that playtime was just ahead. He swatted me twice on the bottom with his palm before asking me to go upstairs, lose my clothes, and lie on the bed. He took a quick shower, leaving me to contemplate my fate.

My man emerged from the master bathroom clean, rejuvenated, naked, and ready for action. He gently turned me onto my stomach. Next, he bound my wrists behind my back using a sturdy scarf. I cooperated. This was going to be fun! I knew I was in for the full treatment when he dragged out his homemade spreader bar from under our bed. Two old pairs of pantyhose effectively secured my ankles. Suddenly, I was fully exposed and incapable of escaping.

I mentally prepared myself for spanking, teasing, flogging, stimulating, lovemaking, and whatever else Randy had in mind. However, I wasn’t ready for nothing. He left. He was gone. All I could think was, “Now what?”

When my tormentor returned a few minutes later, he was wearing nothing a rust-colored sheet over his shoulders like a superhero cape. I didn’t know what to think or say.

“Hello, beautiful lady,” he said using his best Adam West impression. “I’m Safety Avenger. Wherever there are hazards, I’ll be there to protect innocent and guilty alike.”

I couldn’t help it. I giggled.

Ignoring my complete lack of reverence, Safety Avenger continued, “Were you aware that there are thousands of avoidable household injuries every year as a result of defective or worn paddles?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Yes, it’s true,” he said in an authoritative, but overly serious baritone. “In order to save you from this terrible fate, we must test each of your wooden paddles to ensure they meet our exacting safety standards.”

Now his game was clear, as was my role in it.

“Let’s start with this small model,” Safety Avenger said, picking up a thin spanking paddle. “I believe ten should suffice.”

So ten swats I received. They were fairly hard and made my bottom sting, but I found myself on the verge of cracking up again. The entire scenario was so silly. He still had a colored twin sheet around him. At least, I thought, he didn’t pick the fitted lower sheet. This mental picture put me over the edge and I began to laugh in earnest.

“You must understand, Ma’am, that this procedure is for your own safety.” Yeah, right.

“That paddle seems to be fully intact and functioning properly. Let’s choose one that is more substantial.” I couldn’t see what he had in his hand, but I surely felt it. He whacked my bottom ten more times with something thuddy. I struggled against my bonds, but I wasn’t about to go anywhere. I was really hurting now.

“Nothing unsafe here,” he said tossing the big paddle aside. “Let’s continue.”

He proceeded to go through his entire collection of wooden paddles, one by one, testing each with great care. It was definitely a fun spanking, but a very thorough one as well. By the end, I was burying my face in the pillow and gritting my teeth.

When he was finished with the last group of ten, Safety Avenger proclaimed, “You can feel safe, Ma’am, there’s no danger of injury here.” With this absurd pronouncement, I again began giggling uncontrollably.

“No injury, huh? What do you call this?” I inquired as my bound hands strained to point at my glowing slopes. By now, Randy was laughing along with me. The cape was gone when he bent down to kiss me. “Let me do something about that,” he said in a hushed, soothing tone.

He retrieved a bottle of lotion and spread the cool, smooth cream over the flesh he had just finished paddling. I moaned with pleasure and desire. His strong fingers massaged and manipulated my crimson skin. It hurt in a wonderful, deep, sensual way. As much as I adore being spanked, I often cherish the intense feelings immediately afterward even more.

Randy untied me and we made delicious love. With our spanking hunger nicely sated, our focus shifted toward erotic fulfillment. We explored each others’ bodies as only experienced partners can. By the time we finished, I was exquisitely relaxed and fantastically fatigued.

What a fine way to start a weekend!

Keywords: spanking, paddle spanking, spanking story, Bonnie, spanked