Spark and Hum

The familiar front door handle felt cold in my hand. As I slowly grasped and turned it, the door unlatched and I was able to easily push it open. As I crossed the threshold, I knew a domestic adventure lay immediately before me. Randy was home early. Very early in fact. He almost never arrives before I do on a weeknight. I recognized that he must have some special planned.

“Hi Honey!” I exclaimed in no particular direction. I closed and secured the door. I heard no response.

I walked into the kitchen, but all was as I had left it. I checked the living room with similar results. There were no lights on in the basement. So I headed upstairs.

Our bedroom door was closed. That was surely a sign. I took the knob in my hand. It resisted my attempts to twist it. It was locked from the inside!

I gently knocked. There was no audible response, though I could hear stirring. OK, this was getting weird.

“Sir, may I enter?” At this point, I hoped we were playing the same game.

I heard the door being unlocked and then swiftly pulled open.

As I peered into our dimly lit bedroom, I saw first my strong husband dressed in a white terrycloth bathrobe tied at the waist. He looked very sexy. The sight of the black riding crop in my lover’s hand triggered an involuntary intake of breath.

Flickering candles made shadows dance upon the walls creating an air of mystery and illusion.

In the middle of the floor, I spied a long, thin bench that had come from our patio. As I examined it, I heard Randy firmly close the door behind me.

Without uttering a word, he pointed the business end of the crop to direct my attention to a small pile of clothes on the end of the bed. I removed my work clothes, folded them, and set them aside. My assigned uniform consisted of a pink lacy thong and a matching cami. I slipped them on.

My man must have appreciated that look because his hands were soon exploring my every curve and crevice. While I was changing, he had placed a blanket over the wooden bench and a bath towel in the center on top of the blanket. After several minutes of delicious kissing and fondling, Randy whispered in my ear.

“Straddle the bench and sit on the towel.” I complied. I had expected to be told to either bend over the bench or lie upon it. Randy’s plan wasn’t anything quite so conventional.

“Lean forward” was my next whispered command. When I did so, I felt something slide beneath me from back to front. It was a very odd sensation. Only later did I learn that he shoved an inactive bullet-shaped vibrator inside the towel. The vibrator sat partially in a crevice between the slats in the bench such that it didn’t quite feel as though I was sitting on something.

Until he turned it on, that is! Wow. I practically stood up when the buzzing startled me. It felt great, but I just didn’t expect it at that moment. Before I could recover from that first shock, the tip of the riding crop made abrupt contact with the skin of my left cheek. Ow!

“Sit down and lean forward.”

Again I took my place atop the undulating towel. Again my bottom felt the fierce kiss of the whip.

These twin sensations were so amazing that I barely had a chance to reflect upon how available and vulnerable my bottom was in this position. Randy took full advantage by striking all over my quickly reddening globes. It hurt to be sure, but it was a hurt I craved.

I found myself gently rocking my hips to maximize the effect of the vibrations. The cumulative effects of snap, sting, rub, and buzz quickly overtook me and I began to pant with passion. Sensing my approaching climax, Randy applied the crop swiftly and sharply. My entire being quaked with orgasmic release. I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of pleasure and pain and pleasure swept me away.

The next thing I recall was being moved to the bed. My legs felt like rubber. My thong came off and the lovemaking was fast and rough. I know it was enjoyable, but details are pretty fuzzy.

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Later, we were snuggling in bed and talking as we often do. The dialog went something like this.

Randy: “Did you like that set up?”

Bonnie: “Couldn’t you tell? The way you positioned the vibrator drove me absolutely wild. I think we should try that again.”

Randy: “I was hoping the bench would offer something new and different.”

Bonnie: “I can tell you that position stretched my bottom taut and left it really exposed. The crop stung like crazy.”

Randy: (Laughs) “Yeah, I’ll bet it did.”

Bonnie: “OK, I have a question for you. Why the uniform? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just get me naked?”

Randy: “Easier, perhaps. But I love the way your curvy body looks dressed up like that. It just begs to be spanked and screwed.”

Bonnie: “Well, I sure feel spanked and screwed.”

Randy: (Smiling) “Good.”

I think 2008 is going to be a good year.

Keywords: spanking, riding crop, spanking story, spanking and sex