“Sometimes, I just want to put you over my knee — ”

Jason was obviously tired of the way I’d been teasing him. But I couldn’t help myself. He’s so easy to tease.

“Put me over your knee,” I repeated, surprised by the way my body responded automatically to those words. My thighs tightened and my pussy — already wet — seemed to gush.

“Yeah.” He stroked my face and pushed my dark hair off my forehead, tracing his fingers over the wayward curl that never will lie right. I was on the floor, between his spread thighs with my mouth open. I’d been teasing him, like I’d said, not quite sucking on the head of his cock. I’d pretended I was going to, and then kissed the insides of his thighs instead. I’d come so close to clamping my mouth over the bulbous head that he was dripping pre-come. But now he had my attention. Put me over his knee and what? I was desperate to hear what he had to say.

“Sometimes,” he said, and he stood me up as he spoke. “Sometimes,” he continued, bending me over his lap. I had to adjust, feeling his rock-like hard-on pressing up against me. I was already naked, and so was he. I couldn’t believe how aroused this scenario was making me. We’d never played like this before.

Before I could fully process the situation, Jason began to ever so gently spank my bare ass. I groaned and slid my hips back and forth, my body responding as if I were an old-time spanking pro. I felt all lit up inside. Jason seemed to read my body language, because he let his palm smack a little harder for the next volley of blows. This time, I moaned even louder and wriggled wildly.

“Stay still, prick tease,” he said in a stern voice I’d never heard him use before. “I’m teaching you a lesson.”

It was in my head to respond with something smart, but Jason was spanking me harder now, and I simply let myself experience my first erotic punishment. When he was done, he stood me up and brought me to the mirror on the back of our closet door. He had me face him and then look over my shoulder at my reflection.

“See that?” he said.

I nodded.

“That’s what a tease looks like. At least, that’s what this tease is going to look like in our house from now on.”

My asscheeks had turned a deep pink where he’d spanked me. I could even make out a few outlines left by his fingers on my normally pale skin. But because I always need things to be explained, I had to say, “What do you mean?”

“See your pretty blushing bottom?”

“Yes.”

“I have a feeling you’re going to be standing in this position quite a lot from now on. Because when you tease me, I am going to spank you.”

Every time he said that word — spank — my pussy responded. This time, my knees actually went weak. It was surreal. I put my hands on his strong shoulders to hold myself steady. The thought of Jason giving me regular spankings brought me a whisper away from a climax. I thought I might actually come without any contact at all. I kissed him and he kissed me back, hard. I’d never felt him be so forceful before.

“Such a docile kitten now, aren’t you?” he asked, pushing on my shoulders. I went to my knees, and I sat on my heels. I could feel the hot skin of my bottom against the soles of my feet. I was thoroughly chastised and beyond ready to suck Jason’s cock.

“Open your mouth,” Jason said.

I opened my mouth and looked at him.

“Good girl.” Slowly, he fed me his cock. Inch by inch, I accepted the rod, not teasing — not pretending I was going to suck and then diving below to lick his balls instead. I gave him a world-class blowjob, and I felt rewarded for my efforts when he came down my throat.

“See?” he said, standing me up and carrying me back to our bed. “You can behave when you want to. You only need to be given a little guidance.” He positioned me on my stomach, with my still-smarting ass in the air, and he ran his fingers over the spanked skin.

“Now,” he said, “I want you to tell me what you thought of your first spanking.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. He was only touching my blushing skin, not spanking me. I sucked in my breath because I realized I wanted him to spank me again, and harder this time. I couldn’t believe how much I’d liked being over his lap. But somehow I had a difficult time putting this into words. Jason kept up his hypnotic strokes, using the whole of his palm to caress one cheek and then the other.

“Tell me, tease, or I’ll give you another one. And I won’t be so sweet this time.”

Fuck. It was like he was reading my mind. I wanted him to spank me again, so I played the truculent brat card and refused to tell him what he had asked.

He shook his head. “It’s going to be a long, hard road to obedience for you, isn’t it?” I could hear the mock sadness in his voice. He lifted me up again and spread me once more over his lap. I lowered my head, my whole body stiff, waiting for the feel of his palm on me. He rubbed my ass some more, not spanking me at all, and then finally he let loose with a solitary fierce blow.

I whimpered. It was exactly what I craved. When he spanked me, the pain seemed to vibrate in my pussy like a tuning fork. I held my breath, waiting for him to deliver a matching smack, but he said, “If you want me to continue, you have to do what I said. Tell me what you thought of your first spanking.”

Damn him. I shut my eyes and turned my head to the side. Jason laughed. “We’re going to have fun. We’ll go out to one of those naughty stores and buy all sorts of toys for you. So then, when you get it in your head to be a bratty little prick tease, I’ll be all ready for you.”

Stores. He was going to take me to sex-toy stores. I wanted to hear more, but I was fairly certain he would not give me what I wanted if I didn’t give him what he wanted.

“I liked it,” I said. Ta-da. I’d answered his question.

“You write ad copy all day long,” he snarled, “and you come up with ’I liked it’?”

Almost subconsciously my hips were raising and lowering against Jason’s lap. I simply couldn’t hold myself still. My body knew what it wanted. My brain knew, too. So I said, “I don’t know why, Jase. I don’t know why I liked it. But as soon as you said the word ’spanking’ I got all wet. I wanted to feel what you were offering. And when you were spanking me — even though it hurt — I wanted more.”

“Was that so hard?” he asked, and then he started spanking me again. He alternated, smacking my left cheek then my right cheek, then hitting the sweet spot at the juncture of my thighs and my ass. I rocked on him, and I could feel his dick getting hard again. What a scene — the spanking was making him hard and me wet. Who knew?

Apparently, this had been on Jason’s mind for a while, because he started to tell me his plans. “There’s a store near my office,” he said, in between blows to my hot ass. “You’ll meet me there after work tomorrow. We’ll pick up a few paddles, maybe a flogger, all the tools we need for a tease like you.”

Then he finished off the spanking with five stinging blows, pushed me off his lap and onto the bed, and began to fuck me. My pussy was so primed and ready that he slid in easily. He gripped my hips and slammed against me, and my throbbing ass got pummeled further each time we connected. Sweetly, he let one hand slide under my body to tweak my clit while he fucked me, and I came in a series of multiple shattering climaxes — one after the other. More powerful than I could ever remember.

Jason came all over the hot skin of my ass, and he rubbed the semen into me, almost like a lotion. My mind was already on the next day, and what would happen at the sex-toy store.

I decided that since Jason had surprised me by introducing spanking into our sex life, I would surprise him back. Although I wore my usual staid business attire to work, I changed in the bathroom of a nearby coffee shop afterward. When I met Jason at the toy store, I was dressed in a way he’d never seen before. I didn’t tell him I’d bought the outfit for a long-ago Halloween costume. He didn’t need to know why I had the short plaid skirt, Mary Janes, and crisp white top. But his eyes widened as I approached him, and he said, “Baby, it’s going to take a huge effort for me not to lift that skirt up here and spank you right now.”

I kissed him and told him that when he spoke like that my heart beat faster and my pussy got wet.

“Such filthy words,” he said. “Keep that up and I’ll take you into the restroom and wash your mouth out with soap.”

I gripped one of his hands and stood meekly by his side. I willed myself to behave and not to give him a reason to punish me in public. Jason seemed pleased by my behavior, walking me into the store and over to a wall of paddles. I was shocked. There was a variety of shapes, colors and materials. Some were made of vinyl, some leather, some wood. Jason picked one that looked like a Ping-Pong paddle, and he picked up another one that was emblazoned with the word “OUCH.”

I actually giggled when he held that one up. A voice from behind me said, “Oh, I wouldn’t laugh. That one packs quite the wallop.”

I turned to see a pretty blonde salesgirl smiling at me. Jason didn’t hesitate. He said, “What devices would you recommend for a novice?” I felt my cheeks go hot. He was going to discuss spanking me with a stranger? I was mortified. I walked away from the two of them, pretending to be interested in a video about a dirty cheerleader. However, Jason was having none of my attitude. He walked to my side, grabbed my wrist rather than my hand, and brought me back to the spanking wall.

The salesgirl had a sparkle in her green eyes as she said, “Feel free to try any of the devices. You really need to choose one that feels good to the both of you.”

How on earth was it going to feel good to Jason? I was the one about to have my bottom spanked!

The girl gripped a paddle and continued, explaining, “You want to feel comfortable with the handle in your grip.” Then she turned away to help a different customer with a vinyl outfit that zipped entirely from crotch to neck, and Jason pulled me even closer to the wall of pain.

“What appeals to you?” he asked softly.

I shook my head. I felt swimmy.

“You must have some opinion,” he continued. I was nervous. If I pointed to something I liked, would he do what the salesgirl had suggested? Would he actually try the paddle out on me in public?

As if he could read the fears in my head, he said, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t spank you here.” I relaxed, until he added, “At some point, I’m going to get that ass of yours in public. But not yet.” So then I was teetering on the brink — worried about the future and equally aroused at the thought. Finally, I pointed to a purple suede flogger and a paddle that was pink on one side and black on the other. Jason took both devices up to the counter and the attractive salesgirl rang him up. I stayed back by the videos, unwilling to be part of their banter. I didn’t want to give Jason a chance to try out the new toys on me. I could see it in my head — him bending me over the counter, lifting my skirt, pulling down my —

“Ready?” he asked, breaking into my fantasy, and docile as a deer, I followed him out of the store.

We took the subway home together, and Jason kept the shopping bag from the store on his lap the whole time. I sat at his side with my eyes downcast. The name of the store was emblazoned on the bag, and the handle of the flogger protruded from the top. I knew we were catching our share of curious glances. Jason seemed totally at ease. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and hugged me to him. I sat there still fantasizing about the future. This time, I imagined him putting me over his lap on the subway, grabbing one of our new toys from the bag, and —

“We’re at our stop,” Jason said, bringing me back to the here and now. We walked home, with my heels making click-clack noises on the sidewalk and my pussy so wet that I wondered if Jason could smell my scent. Did he know how turned on the field trip to the sex-toy store had made me? Could he guess how desperate I was for him to take me over his lap again?

When we got into our apartment, I was a white-hot burning flame of need. Jason took one look at me and burst out laughing. “You have gotten yourself into a state, haven’t you?” He pushed me up against the wall, lifted my skirt, and dug his fingers into my panties. “You’re so wet,” he said, thrusting two fingers up into my snatch, “so fucking wet. And all from the thought of me spanking you.”

I sighed and nodded, wondering if he might finger me to a quick, explosive orgasm. I needed some sort of relief. But no. Jason had other plans.

“Go to the bedroom and lie down on the bed,” he instructed. I practically sprinted to our room. I was surprised he had not told me to undress, but when he came into the room, he explained why.

“Look at you, my naughty girl,” he said. “Wearing that short skirt out in public. You definitely need to be taught a lesson in decorum.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and drew me over his lap. Then he flipped up my skirt and started to spank me with his hand over my panties. This wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to try out the new toys. I could not believe he was denying me. I wriggled on his lap, arching and squirming, demanding with my body that he please me.

“Next time,” he said, “we’ll get some cuffs to hold you tight.”

That threat made me stop my movements. Bondage was a new idea for me to ponder. Being bound while he punished me? I could get into that.

“But first, let’s see how you respond to your present.” Suddenly, I felt the sting of the paddle against my panty-clad ass. I yelped and twitched, but then settled back down into place. Oh, holy hell, did I like that. I had gone from never having been spanked to being a spanking fiend overnight. I wanted him to spank me again. Then I wanted him to take down my panties and let me feel the paddle on my naked skin. I was lost in the way the paddle felt — so different from the flesh on flesh sensation of Jason’s hand. He let me get used to the impact of the toy on my behind. Then he reached his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my thighs.

This was the moment of truth. I was going to get what I craved — what I deserved. But Jason didn’t give in. He waited. What was he waiting for? I held myself still. He didn’t make a move. I sucked in my breath. He remained silent. In a husky whisper, I said, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please spank me.”

“With — ”

Goddamn him. “Please spank me with the new paddle,” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Why?”

He was tormenting me, the fucker. “Please spank me because I’ve been bad.” That would satisfy him, wouldn’t it?

Apparently not.

“How have you been bad?”

I sighed mournfully. “Please,” I said again, giving in. “Spank me because I wore this ridiculously short skirt out in public. And I did it to tease you and make you desperate to fuck me.”

That’s all I needed to say. Jason began to spank me with the paddle, and I found myself in heaven and hell combined. The pain was startling, but the pleasure that followed made up for every single blow. I bucked and squirmed in response to each spank, and I found myself getting wetter by the second. Jason landed a full stinging ten strikes, then set me on the mattress and told me to take my panties all the way off.

I did as he ordered, gingerly removing my underwear and waiting for the next command. Jason had me on my front with my skirt to my waist and my legs spread wide. Then he started to use the flogger. The little suede strands almost tickled at first. Then I felt their sting — everywhere. He hit the backs of my thighs, my already hot bottom, and even my asshole. A few times, the strands struck my exposed pussy, and I cried out at the sweet pain. When I was right on the cusp of coming from the flogging, Jason dropped the toy and joined me on the bed. I felt from his first thrust inside me that he was harder than he’d ever been. He filled me up and then pulled back, thrust forward, and pulled back again. As he fucked me, he kneaded my sizzling asscheeks with his hands.

“You were made to be spanked,” he said as he fucked me.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“I can’t wait to try out all the different paddles we saw at the store,” he said.

“Me, too.” I was almost babbling. “Someday,” I told him. “Someday, I want you to do what you said. Bend me over and try out one of the toys at the store. Spank me in public where everyone can see.”

“Only a naughty girl would want that,” Jason hissed.

“I know,” I said, as the realization flooded me in tandem with my orgasm. “I am a naughty girl. I’m your naughty girl.”

Jason came on my words, reaching his peak at my confession. From a cocktease to a chastised spanko in one short day — we’d definitely made a spanking good start into our new and seductive sex life.