A big fan of spanking

I grabbed the hem of my little black dress and tugged it down over my ass. It barely covered it. 

“Do you think this is too much?” I asked my husband, who was now standing beside me in front of the mirror. “I mean, I’m not even wearing panties.”

“Baby, we’re going to a sex club. I think you could wear a thong and you’d still fit in.”

My black hair was done up in a high ponytail, my eyes outlined in dark liner. I didn’t look like this on a regular basis. But I had desperately been needing a change. I was feeling so bored in my life lately – in my hobbies, my job, my look, everything. 

When Wes suggested we get dressed up and go to a sex club in the city, I jumped at the idea. It would be something different and exciting, that was for sure.

The place was packed. It was a dark and moody two-story place. The bottom floor was made up of a big sitting area, where groups of people were making out and fucking. Up top, there were several toys and contraptions for the BDSM lover. There was a set of stocks, some chains connected to the wall, and a bench to bend over.

Wes and I headed upstairs and were immediately met with a friendly welcome.

“Hey, new faces!” cried out a tall, bald guy. He was shirtless and had on leather pants. “I’m Devon.”

“Katie,” I said, smiling. “This is my husband, Wes.”

After showing us everything the space had to offer, and confessing to Devon that I was a big fan of spanking, he led me over to the stocks. I felt dizzy and lightheaded from the thrill. Wes came up behind me first and lifted up the bottom of my skirt.

“Dude, you’re lucky as hell,” said Devon. “A wife with an ass like that.”

I blushed. People were starting to gather around us now, wanting to see what was about to go down. 

Wes had warmed up my ass and was now delivering a series of sharp, quick smacks with each hand. He alternated his hands against my ass cheeks, and my skin soon started to warm up. I knew my pussy was dripping too. I always loved being watched (must have been the exhibitionist in me), and I could feel the strings of wetness forming from my pussy and connecting to my inner thighs.

A few people had now formed a line so they could have a turn spanking me, and I was happy to oblige. Devon came up first, his hands much bigger than Wes’s. His spanks were deep and slow. Every time his palm connected to my thick ass, he kept it there for a minute, giving my skin a good squeeze. It made me wince with pain, but in a way that made me more turned on than ever. 

A beautiful blonde woman was up next. Her blows weren’t nearly as powerful as the others, but it still got the job done. I had never done anything with a woman before, so this was particularly hot. Plus, I could hear her cute giggles with every smack.

“Fuck, baby,” said Wes, after he reached underneath me to feel how wet I had become. “You really like this, huh? We should have been doing this a long time ago!”

I agreed. Maybe this was what I had been missing in my life.

I got let out of the stocks after that, but the fun didn’t stop there. 

Wes and Devon helped me out of my dress. My heart was pounding as they worshipped my body, leaving kisses against my neck, down my breasts, and finally – my pussy. Devon dropped to his knees and began to lick my clit while my husband sucked on each of my nipples. The combination of sensations was thrilling and intense, sending waves of electricity surging me through me. I didn’t want it to stop, but I could only hold out for so long. An orgasm crashed through me, making me shake so hard that Devon and Wes had to help me stand up. 

“Fuck,” I moaned, giving my husband a deep kiss as he took my face in his hands.

He grinned at me. I could see he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After that, we moved to the chains against the wall. There were four points – two attached up high for someone’s wrists, and two below for the ankles. Completely naked, I was attached to all four points, causing a round of applause and cheers to run through the crowd. Apparently, I was the first person to use this contraption all night.

“Heath! Bring out the goods!” called Devon.

I looked back over my shoulder as best as I could, and only vaguely saw a large guy approach me, smiling at me. He and Wes started talking, and I noticed then that he had several devices in his hand. There was a paddle, that much I could see, and perhaps a riding crop.

My husband came over to me first, running his hands all across my naked body, before wailing against my ass with his hands. The small break I had had in between the stocks and being attached to these chains did little to soothe my sore butt. 

“You ready for something a little more intense, baby?” he asked, kissing me sweetly on the mouth. His eyes looked into mine, lit up by an eagerness I hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

I nodded quickly. “Let’s do it.” 

“Fuck, look how wet she is. Now that’s the sign of a woman who loves to be spanked,” laughed Heath, running his fingers across my pussy. I shuddered against the chains, my body jerking uncontrollably. I knew I was a dripping, soaked mess. The air was cool against the inside of my legs, where my wetness was clinging. 

When I stopped, I could hear him picking up one of the spanking tools he had brought with him. The crowd of people were all gathered around now, letting out a simultaneous “ooh” as Heath got closer to me with a soft leather paddle in his hands.

“You ready, my dear?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Heath swung the paddle. It connected to my ass, causing a different sensation than a hand did. It was a dull thud that radiated across my whole ass. I fought against the chains involuntarily, my arms and legs pulling against them as Heath began to increase his blows. Hit after hit after hit – my ass was feeling hot and tingly by the time he was done, but I knew we were just getting started.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned to myself, unable to rub my burning ass cheeks. The feeling of being restrained combined with the stinging pain was enough to make me cum.

As though reading my mind, Wes appeared with a vibrator in his hands. He stood beside me and pressed the toy up against my clit. 

“Good girl,” he said, as I began to quiver and cry out. “You’re gorgeous like this, all chained up.”

As the vibrator continued to hum against my pussy, Heath had now changed over to the riding crop. He dragged the leather head of it across my ass, teasing me, before finally launching into another series of hard smacks. The pain was sharp, like a hundred bees stinging me at once. I took a sharp inhale through gritted teeth, bracing myself, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure as I came.

“Holy shittttt!” I screamed, unable to control my volume. I didn’t care. If there was ever a place to be loud, it was here. The people around me loved it. They started cheering and whistling as my orgasm shook through me. 

Finally, Wes took the vibrator away, leaving me sweating and panting. 

But Heath wasn’t done yet. He had moved onto a leather flogger.

“This is your final test,” he said, his voice more like a growl than anything.

I wasn’t prepared for the welts the flogger made against my burning skin. Over and over, the thin leather tails slapped against my ass, in rapid succession. My eyes were watering now, as I couldn’t control it anymore.

“Everyone count down from ten!” Heath called out.

The group of people did as he asked, counting backwards from ten as though it was New Year’s Eve. With each count, the flogger wailed against me harder than the last, making tears stream down my cheeks now. My ass was a combination of numbness and burning hot pain.

When it was over, Heath and Devon helped me out of the chains, and Wes took me into his arms. He rubbed my ass and my wrists, kissing me deeply as the blonde woman from before handed me my dress.

“It was hot to watch you get flogged,” she said, biting her lip. “I wondered if you two might want to go downstairs with me?”

I looked at Wes, and the expression on his face told me his answer.

“We’re down,” I said, letting the woman take me by the hand and lead me to the stairs.