Jack’s day of teasing leads to a red-hot night of passion.

Spanking is an art form. That’s what I’ve always thought. Perhaps the same can be said of many activities, but as with any art form, there are spanking novices and spanking masters. Those who dabble, and those who live, eat and breathe their art. I belong to the second type, of course.

Not only do I appreciate the subtleties required when paddling my wife’s beautiful behind to bring forth a range of comely hues from pale pink to rosy red, I also get turned on by the instruments I use. Nothing makes my dick harder than to consider our collection of paddles, crops, quirts, floggers and belts. That is, nothing except actually delivering a spanking with one of those devices. I imagine a fine artist would feel excited when realizing a... Read More