Jerry thought, and probably still does to this day, that these spankings were originally his idea. Being a man, of course he was wrong. He had been carefully led into the idea by Ann. The spankings were something she had wanted to try long before she ever knew Jerry, but she had never met a man she could trust enough with whom she could discuss the subject. That is, not before she met Jerry. She trusted him implicitly.
She had planted the idea of erotic spanking in his head almost without uttering a word. It was easy. He had always loved giving her a sharp, stinging swat on her firm well-rounded butt. All she had to do was respond to a swat with a smile or a casual remark.
“Ooh, that felt good,” she’d say, rubbing the swatted area and grinning at him.
Or, “You beast!” She’d complain, “I’ll get you for that.” But her smile would be wide and wicked, full of promise.
Jerry was slow to take the hints, but Ann stepped up the campaign. She was reading when he came over one night, and she showed him the book. It was a spanking novel. She asked him if he thought it was sexy. On another occasion, she had an open copy of a book about people’s sexual fantasies, with some of the fantasies marked with a faint red mark in the index. Jerry thumbed through the book and realized that all the marked fantasies involved spankings. She even used old John Wayne movies, the ones with spanking scenes, to plant the idea in his stubborn head.
Eventually the seed of an idea was planted. One night he told her that he wanted to give her a spanking. She pretended she was stunned, shocked and appalled. That was pure acting. What was real was the nervousness and fear she felt. She wanted the spanking but she was apprehensive about it too. Still, it was her first chance to test out her fantasy with a man she could really trust, so she allowed herself to be persuaded. Finally!
That first spanking was exciting but it was also too hard and painful. Much to Ann’s surprise, it was a real spanking, not just a tease. She quickly realized that all the S & M books she had shown Jerry all involved serious and harsh punishments. A seemingly endless supply of English and German schoolgirls being severely beaten with birch rods and canes, many times until they were bleeding. While she enjoyed that first spanking thoroughly, what she really wanted most were just teasing, playful sexy spankings followed by Jerry teasing her and arousing her.
Finally she explained very clearly to him what she wanted. After the first time, the spankings usually took place with her rolling over onto her stomach on the sofa. Sometimes he would sit beside her and spank her firm butt with his hand, and sometimes she would lie across his knees on the sofa. He started using a warm up to get her ready for more spanking.
He always started with her jeans up giving her the first spanks right on the seat of her jeans, not very hard, but he always talked to her. He would tell her how long and hard he was going to spank her, promising to make her bottom red and very, very sore. He followed this by pulling down her jeans and spanking her over her panties. The teasing threats and chiding continued, the spanking got harder and faster, and he kept it up until she began to squirm.
After he had done that on several different occasions, when she was used to the spanking, things gradually changed. He began pulling down her pants and spanking her on her bare bottom. He spanked her with faster, more forceful spanks. It stung a lot more but at the same time it felt great.
Of course they found some interesting variations. For instance, one night when Jerry came over Ann was wearing her spandex crop top and shorts. They cuddled and snuggled on the sofa until she decided to provoke him. She lay on the sofa on her stomach, with her head on her arms and ignored him.
Immediately, he began to stroke her buttocks. Soon he tried to pull her shorts down. She refused to let him, so he spanked her playfully, right on her tight spandex pants. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles between the teasing slaps. Without a word, she rose and left the room. Soon she returned with a crystal bowl filled with warm water and a plastic bottle. She laid herself back on the sofa and let him pull down her shorts and the underwear that she seldom wore under them. Using a washcloth, he wet her butt and then squeezed a little of the floral body shampoo over the crest of each cheek.
He worked the luxurious shampoo into a lather covering her buttocks and then he began to spank her again, still very gently. In between spanks he ran his soapy hands over her buttocks and into the crack between the two globes. He fingered her vagina, her clitoris and her anus. He began to spank her harder and harder, still using one hand to stroke and finger her. Soon after that things got very interesting indeed.
Another time while cleaning out a cabinet, she found a set of ping pong paddles and balls that she didn’t even know she owned. She put them back into the cluttered cabinet. That night she asked him to help her clean out the cabinet and surprise, he found the ping pong paddles. He’s a smart man; he immediately used one of them on her bare butt. It was wonderful! It was very loud and not at all painful.
They found another paddle the same way, (at least that’s what he thought). It was really a small cutting board with a ceramic tile in the center. Ann saw it in a store, bought it, and that night she asked Jerry to help her with something in the kitchen. He found it. The cutting board paddle made less noise than the ping pong paddle, but it was more solid and hurt a lot more. A whole lot more. It never caused any bad bruises but it could really turn her bottom red and make it sting!
Except for the two paddles and one of Ann’s old riding crops, they didn’t have any of the usual S & M accouterments. No whips. No chains. No restraints. She told Jerry he could tie her up if he wanted to, but he refused.
Jerry explained to Ann that if he ever had her tied up and helpless he would not stop when she told him to, either when he was spanking her or fucking her. She retorted that if he ever fucked her without her permission, he could just dial 911 and hand her the phone on his way out the door. He wasn’t sure he believed her, but he never put it to the test. It was a wise decision because she would have made that call.
As the playful spankings progressed, one thing they did do was to find a small, waist high table. They put it in her hallway. It was just the right height to bend over, putting her butt at just the right height and angle. The hallway had four doors, one on each end and one on each side. When the doors were all closed, the outside world was shut out completely. It was very dark without the light on, and the small hallway was even soundproof.
It was very rare for either one of them to wind up bending over the table in the hall. They wanted to keep it a fresh and exciting experience, not an everyday occurrence. They just wanted to know that the table was there, ready for them to use. And the paddles were right in the hall closet. And even several lengths of soft rope, if needed. Knowing that the room was there was spine tingling, exciting and dangerous.
One night he came in the door and handed her a little present, soft drinks and corn chips. He always brought something when he came over but it was usually nothing very expensive: a flower, a snack or a lottery ticket. It was just a small token. Money wasn’t very important to either of them. Standing there in the foyer, he kissed and hugged her and rubbed his hands up and down on her butt. He spanked her right there, lifting up her skirt and reaching around her. She very seldom wore any underwear when she knew he was coming over.
He remarked, “I just love a woman with a round, firm butt.” He gave her a smart slap. “And big, beautiful breasts don’t hurt either.”
She replied, rubbing her face against his shirt, “And I love a man with big, strong hands, a wicked sense of humor, and a well-defined set of muscles. But what the hell, two out of three ain’t bad. Ouch!” He had slapped her butt extra hard.
He turned his attention to her three small dogs, greeting them. He had to since they were going nuts, jumping all over and biting each other to get his attention.
They went on into the living room and drank their sodas while they watched television. She had recorded the