Randy and I spent some time last evening with Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. As with their fictional namesakes, they are one in the same. In this instance, however, Jekyll and Hyde is the nickname we gave to a rather unusual spanking implement. It’s a black rubber paddle. Depending upon how it’s applied, it can resemble the good doctor or the fiendish freak. Last night I became better acquainted with both.
About the time I was expecting Randy to arrive home from work, the telephone rang. When I saw his cell phone number pop up, I figured he was about to tell me not to prepare any dinner because he was going to be delayed at work. Well, he didn’t mention dinner. He told me instead to go to our bedroom and wait for him on the bed. He was on his way home and would arrive shortly.
“Oh goody,” I thought. “It’s playtime!” I had a spring in my step as I bounded up the stairs. Any residual fatigue from a busy day at work was forgotten. Randy and I haven’t shared nearly enough together time over the past couple of months. While it might not be possible to erase this deficit in one evening, I was willing to try.
After a few frantic moments of straightening up (once a mom, always a mom), I settled down on the bed. I left my clothing on because I didn’t know exactly what he had in mind. In any case, I rationalized, it could be shed quickly should the situation demand it.
When I heard the garage door open, I turned over and pushed my face into the pillow. This is how I wanted my lover to find me – ready for whatever merriment he desired.
A few minutes later, my dear husband appeared in the doorway. He paused for a moment before speaking. “Very good. Very good indeed,” he observed, as if to himself. He gently kissed the back of my neck. I felt the palm of his hand rub and then lightly swat the back of my skirt. But only once did he make contact before heading toward our toy collection. He rummaged through a drawer as though on a mission. He was clearly searching for a specific implement. As you’ve no doubt deduced, it was Jekyll and Hyde.
“This should do quite nicely,” he chortled as he directed my gaze toward the paddle. He smacked his hand as if to remind me of its potential. “It’s specially designed for spanking a woman’s ass and making it hurt. Do you know that’s exactly what’s about to happen to you?”
“Yes,” I acknowledged.
“So, tell me what you want…”
“I want…” I paused, but only briefly. “I want you to spank me.” My voice was hushed yet deliberate.
The paddle slammed against my bottom. I recoiled from the impact, but it was not unpleasant. Again, the flexible toy struck the back of my skirt. Protected as I was by a couple of layers of fabric, this spanking was quite tolerable. It hurt, but in a deliciously warm, stinging sort of way.
The rubber paddle is quite unique as a spanking implement. It has more play than wood, but less than leather. At the same time, it’s heavier than leather, but somewhat less so than wood. The result is plenty of sting, accompanied by a more than adequate dose of ache.
Randy continued to spank as he knelt beside me on the bed. His pace was slow, but the swats were substantial. Within about five minutes, he had lit an impressive flame.
I was already quite enamored by his percussive attention when the game suddenly changed. Randy lifted my skirt and pulled down my pantyhose and underwear. I was fully exposed. Never one to miss an obvious opportunity, my dear husband launched a rapid fire attack against my bare posterior. It was at this moment that Mister Hyde appeared. One of the characteristics of rubber, when used in a spanking implement, is that it is very tough on the skin of one's bottom. It tends to catch and tug in a manner that is very painful for the recipient.
My screaming did little to inhibit Randy’s continued whacking. He didn’t stop until he was convinced that I was completely and utterly spanked. By that time, I was nearly overcome by the blazing discomfort he was inflicting.
After he dropped the paddle on the bed, Randy lay down beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I welcomed his comforting touch. He had hurt me, but in such a good way. I was a little disoriented by the sheer intensity of the experience. But in time, I settled into a warm, peaceful place. I nestled my face into his strong chest as his hands soothed and caressed my body.
After a while, Randy removed first my clothes and then his own. We crawled under the covered and made love. This simple, sensual act completed our celebration in a most wonderful fashion. For at least those few minutes, the world’s problems and burdens were gone.
Now all I have to worry about is whether I can sit without betraying my bottom’s very tender condition. Thank you, Randy. I needed that!
Keywords: spanking, paddle, rubber paddle, spanking story, spanking and sex, Bonnie, erotic spanking
