A quiet night at home turns into an explosively erotic encounter for a pair of kinky lovers.

I was sprawled out on our big sofa, half across Jay’s lap and the rest of me across the cream-colored cushions. The book in front of me was a page-turner, and I was deeply engrossed in the intricate plot. While I read, Jay was rubbing my ass through my stretchy black yoga pants. I didn’t say a word. Sometimes he likes to touch me like that. My ass is one of his favorite things in the world.

Fat orange and purple flames flickered in our fireplace, and low jazz music played on the stereo. The air in the room was warm and tinged with the scent of the flower blossoms in the vase on the table. Outside, the skyline glittered and twinkled. The scene couldn’t have been more idyllic. I’d been lulled into thinking we were engaging in a quiet evening at home.

But I soon realized Jay wasn’t simply stroking my butt; he was massaging me with a mission. His big palm caressed one cheek and then the next. The sensation was pleasurable to me but not distracting. His warm fingers slid under the waistband of my pants, delving underneath the stretchy fabric to touch my bare skin. I noticed when his flesh met my flesh, but I still didn’t understand what was about to happen.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“What’s what?” I responded.

“No panties.”

“No pantylines,” I explained. I probably ought to have paid more attention to what my boyfriend was talking about, but instead I was lost in the words on the page. In hindsight— pun intended— I might have saved myself a spanking. Of course, since I love being spanked, I might not have.

“But these pants are positively indecent.” He tugged a bit of the fabric as if to prove his point. “I can see everything.”

“It’s the fashion,” I said.

“Really?” he responded. I heard the stern tone in his voice, but I didn’t realize what it meant— not yet. “You know what else is in fashion?”

I shook my head as I turned a page.

“A nice, red bottom,” he said.

That’s when I put the book down and started to roll over to look at him. Jay’s longish black hair was slicked back off his forehead. His dark eyes met mine, and he winked at me before easily anchoring me back in place. Inadvertently, I’d given him the perfect position if he was looking to punish me. He placed one hand on the small of my back, and with the other he ever so gently began to give my ass a series of love taps. These weren’t hard enough to cause any discomfort. That didn’t mean I stayed still— or quiet.

“Jay, it’s how everyone dresses,” I protested weakly as I squirmed. “You must have noticed the women in your office or out on the street.” I tried to scoot myself off his lap so I could grab one of the latest fashion magazines from the table to show him. Women wore pants like mine to the gym, to the grocery store, even to the office with the right type of tops and boots. I was telling him the truth, but that didn’t matter to him.

“Fine,” he said, “and you’ll be ahead of the fashion curve with this spanking-new look.” He sounded pleased with himself.

“Jay,” I said again. But there was a hushed tone to my voice now. The impending threat of a serious spanking had transformed the mood in the room. The book I’d been reading was all but forgotten. The plans I’d had for dinner evaporated from my mind. Jay was set on giving me a spanking. I understood that now. He pulled my pants down, and I found myself staring into the couch as he tickled my naked ass cheeks.

“What if the fashion was to go out entirely nude? Would you do that, Melanie?”

“No… ”

He squeezed my left butt cheek and then the right one. I sucked in my breath and held it. He gave me a playful spank across my sweet spot. I trembled at the promise of what was to come. As he slowly swatted me across both cheeks, I remembered the first time Jay had spanked me. It was on our first date— within the first half hour of our first date. We’d pulled up at the restaurant where we were planning to eat, and he’d said, “I have to tell you something, Melanie.”

I’d turned to look at him, curious as to what he might say. We’d known each other as friends for a few years, but this was our initial foray into romance. I’d been a little nervous to change our relationship. I had wondered if that was what he was going to say to me. It wasn’t.

“The way you look in that skirt is driving me fucking crazy.”

I’d grinned at him, pleased with the clothes I’d chosen for the night. I had worn a cherry-printed miniskirt and a red halter top. “Really?” I’d teased. What Jay had said next changed the evening— and our relationship.

“Your skirt makes me want to give that beautiful ass of yours a spanking.”

My next “really” had been more of a whisper— or a sigh.

“I want to give your ass a spanking before we head inside. What do you think about that?”

“I wanted him to plow me. I wanted him to use all of his power and slam home.”

I’d thought that no man had ever read my fantasies so quickly or correctly. When I’d told him I would very much like him to spank me, he’d beamed a broad smile at me, obviously delighted we were on the same wavelength. Then he’d parked the car at the rear of the restaurant’s lot. The two of us climbed into the backseat, and he’d heated my ass for me before we’d gone to dinner. I still get chills thinking about that night. Jay had spanked me perfectly, alternating smacks to one cheek, then the other, tanning my ass until I felt a warm glow throughout my entire body. He hadn’t touched my pussy. He hadn’t gotten me off. He’d simply primed the two of us for what would occur after dinner. Then he’d taken me into the restaurant, made a few jokes about how I shifted in the chair as we ate, and explained that spanking me was his number-one fantasy— and that I’d just made it come true.

After we’d eaten, we headed to his place where he spanked me again before fucking me. It was the best first date ever.

That night was only the beginning of our beautifully intense relationship. Since then, I’ve spent most of my days anticipating a spanking or rubbing my ass following one.

Jay landed a stinging blow that brought me back to the present.

“Do you really go outside in these pants?” he asked. “With no underwear?” He smacked me on the other cheek before I could respond. “Not even a thong?” He spanked me again. He definitely seemed to be enjoying his part of the conversation, while I kept trying to find my voice. Responding to him was challenging as he punctuated every query with a series of smarting slaps.

“We might start a new craze tonight. First, I’m going to heat your bottom until it’s all warm and pink. Then I’m going to fuck it.”

My pussy responded to his words, aching and dripping. It was his sexy threat that got to me. I wanted him to do everything he was promising. Again. This craze wasn’t really new, not for us. Honestly, I’d suspected what might happen when Jay caught me dressed in that manner. He was correct in his assessment. My current look was practically indecent. I’d worn a long tunic when I’d gone out. I’d changed to a cropped top once I’d gotten home, knowing the look might pique his interest. But it didn’t matter. I was getting exactly what I wanted and deserved.

“What a pretty hue your ass is turning,” Jay murmured. “But I’d really like to get a deeper shade. Maybe if I used a paddle… ”

I didn’t say a word. Part of me wanted to feel the sting, and the other was filled with the warm flutter of nerves. That’s how I always feel before Jay takes a paddle to my ass. He let his hand stroke between my legs. My pussy told him all he needed to know. I was so turned on that my sensual juices had coated not only my pussy lips but the tops of my inner thighs as well. Jay pushed me off his lap and onto the couch before heading to our room to recover the implement he desired. I touched myself while he was gone. I’d consciously set this evening into motion, a perfect storm of kink, and I couldn’t wait for the explosive conclusion.

When Jay returned, I saw he wasn’t only carrying his favorite wooden paddle. He also had a bottle of lube. He hadn’t been teasing earlier. He was definitely in a mood. He made a big production of putting the paddle and the bottle on the glass coffee table, then he retreated to our linen closet and returned with an oversized bath towel. He was getting prepared.

So was I. My pussy pulsed, and my heart raced. He had me stand up so he could spread the towel across the sofa’s arm and then bend me over it before taking up the paddle.

“I’m thinking five on each cheek,” he said. “Then I’ll fuck your asshole. And then maybe five more swats right across your sweet spot. What do you think?”

I thought I couldn’t speak. But I knew he expected some type of response, so I nodded vigorously. He didn’t need more of an affirmation than that. He let the paddle whoosh once in the air. I shut my eyes. Apparently, he was simply warming up. He paddled air for a few more strokes. My body tensed. Then he landed a startling blow on my right cheek. I remained silent. It would take a few more strokes to get me to moan. He evened me up with a blow on my left side. I wondered if he was counting, because I was in my head. Then he answered that question by saying, “three,” then “four,” and then, “five,” as he spanked my smarting ass in rapid succession.

The paddle stung far more than his hand, but the pain melted deliciously into a type of feral pleasure. I felt as if I were the embodiment of the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. My body felt aglow in the same warm purple and golden colors, as if I were lit up from within.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Jay explained when he paused for a breath. “I’ve been imagining exactly how I was going to spank you, and how you were going to respond.” He set the paddle down and unscrewed the cap on the lube. I bit my lip rather than say he’d only delivered half of the promised warm-up blows. Hadn’t he told me five on each side, then the anal, then the last set? I wondered if he was simply feeling too impatient to give me the full treatment.

We have a mirror behind the mantel, and I turned my head to watch his reflection. He was slowly undressing, pulling off his black sweater, and then his T-shirt, before toeing off his loafers…

When he was naked, the light from the fire seemed to play over his burnished skin. My entire body was warm all over now, not just my ass. I had already forgotten— at least momentarily— about the missing five spanks.

Jay hadn’t.

Entirely naked, he delivered the last powerful swats. He’d simply wanted to be in the same undressed state as I was, I’d guessed. Or he’d wanted to build the level of anticipation inside me. Whatever the reason behind the pause, those five stinging spanks definitely raised my temperature. Then he handed me the paddle and said, “Hold this.” 

I flushed. I had to hold the paddle for him? That seemed cruel. But I held my tongue and obeyed, turning my head to watch as he lubed up his thick cock. He’d already told me what was going to happen. I didn’t have to wonder or worry. He had spanked my supple ass. Now he was going to fuck it.

That’s exactly what had happened on our first date. The spanking. The dinner. The ass-fucking. And another spanking. It was sort of our thing.

“I brought one hand between my legs and tricked my fingertips over my clit.”

Once he had his shaft well lubed, Jay brought the bottle to the sofa and poured a stream of the slick liquid between my ass cheeks. That was the reason for the towel. He didn’t want to worry about being messy, and he wanted the freedom to use as much of the slippery stuff as he desired.

“Are you ready, Melanie?” he asked. His words had a certain cadence to them, a type of musical quality. “Are you ready to feel my cock stretching your asshole wide open?”

I was. I was so ready. I arched and raised my ass, doing my best to let him know with my body how ready I was. He stood behind me and used his thumbs to peel open my cheeks. Then he waited. I knew he wanted me to answer in words, not merely motions. So I said, “Yes, Jay. I’m ready. Fuck my ass, Jay. Fuck my ass hard.”

He pressed the head of his cock to my tight hole. Then he waited again. I was going out of my mind. I wanted him to plow me. I wanted him to use all of his intense power and press home. When he didn’t, I took a risk and pushed backward. My asshole blossomed and welcomed him. He didn’t move. So I did. I slid backward along his greased pole. He didn’t take over from me. He didn’t move at all. In seconds, I was taking his cock again and again. I knew Jay could feel the tight inner muscles of my body working him. I couldn’t help myself. I gripped the sofa for support and fucked myself to the perfect rhythm on Jay’s rod, taking exactly what I needed from him.

I moved ferociously, pulling forward until only his cockhead was left inside me, and then slamming my body back until my ass cheeks met his groin.

There was a low laugh behind me.

I paused, mid-fuck.

“I knew you couldn’t help yourself,” he said.

That maddening chuckle again. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to continue to pound out my pleasure, but I needed to know what was going on!

“What’s so funny?”

“You got a spanking. And I promised you another one. But you didn’t even wonder why you’d be getting the next one, did you?”

I held myself in check. I hadn’t. He’d explained the plans for the evening. I’d accepted the plans. I hadn’t bothered to think there was a message simmering beneath his meticulous manner.

“You took charge without asking,” he said as I began my movements once more. “You’re fucking me, aren’t you?”

I was. I was working his pole. I hadn’t been patient. I hadn’t bothered to wait for him to give me the go-ahead. My eyes did a quick tour of the room. There was the crackling fire, the pretty lights outside, the sound of the music swelled and dipped, and then there was the reflection of the two of us in the mirror— with me looking wild-eyed as I repeatedly impaled myself on his dick.

“Yes, Jay,” I managed to utter. “I’m fucking you.”

“Go on,” he urged. “Continue. Then I’ll spank that sweet little ass for you one more time— just like I’d promised.”

The rest of the ride was different. Thinking about him punishing me once more heightened the pleasure of my ass being filled with his cock. The notion intensified every sensation. He didn’t take control at any point. He let me continue to take my bliss from him. He stayed still, and I pushed forward and back. Then, when I could wait no longer, I brought one hand between my legs and tricked my fingertips over my swollen clit. I knew I was about to come, and I told Jay. I didn’t ask him, because there was no time. I announced, “I’m going to… ooooohhh… ” and that was that.

Jay took over then. He held my waist and thrust as quickly and powerfully as I’d ever felt him before. He pounded into me until he reached his own limit, and then he filled my ass with the abundance of his pleasure, shooting off so deep inside me I felt his essence at my center.

We stayed locked together, panting, for several seconds. Then Jay pulled out of me and lifted the paddle once more. He still had the stamina in him to do what he’d promised. He finished the night with five blistering blows to my well-fucked bottom, and that tail end of the spanking— as it were— ricocheted me to another orgasm. Or maybe I simply hadn’t stopped coming.

I cried out as the intense sensations roared through me. Then Jay took me with him to the shower, and we let the spray rain down on us as we basked in our mutual glow of total satisfaction and surrender.

With Friday nights this hot, I don’t think we need to go out ever again!