So I am sitting on a very very bruised and sore butt right now! *g*
We haven’t been able to play around for a few days, so we were both eager. We set aside all of yesterday after the baby went to bed – no chores, no movies, nothing else. Just each other.
He randomly sent me an email that just said “We’ll be using the cuffs tonight.” We bought a nice pair of leather cuffs but haven’t used them a ton – so his email just sent..chills down my body. Throughout the day he sent me little one-liner reminders of the general plans for the evening and just…wow. Even if it hadn’t been on my mind, he definitely did a good job keeping it at the forefront!
That night, he quickly fastened the leather cuffs on my wrist…which in and of itself was pretty erotic. I’m so pale that the contrast between my skin and the black leather was…stunning. I excused myself to go dress for the evening and surprised him by coming out in nothing but black fishnet thigh-highs and a sexy black top…mmm. I liked the thigh highs, they felt really sexy.
We opened the night with some attempted deepthroating. We did set aside half an hour for me to practice deepthroating bewfore playing, since I really want to be able to deepthroat. I’m getting close! Err…he’s getting close? The idea of throat fucking and deepthroat is so erotic and it’s something that turns him on so much that I really want to be able to do it. We made progress but I’m not there yet…soon, I hope!
When I decided I’d gone as far as I was getting for the night, he flipped me onto hands and knees and told me to spread…immediately he started pressing against my anus and I freaked for a second. I remember asking “Already?!” and he just replied “Now!” and I felt the head of his cock pop into my asshole. Ow! In the past – when we’ve had gentle anal – he’s had me back onto him at my own pace so I had time to accommodate to having him inside me. He told me to do that now and I forget what I said, but I didn’t want gentle…I wanted it rough. We hadn’t played in days and I was hungry for him, and…I wanted it to hurt. That’s strange to say, but I wanted it – and told him so. Without a second to arguing, he forced himself – slicked up only by my mouth from oral only a couple minutes before – entirely inside my ass.
The pain was shocking, stunning, and hugely invasive. It was the kind of pain that’s hard to describe – I didn’t feel torn, just…invaded, completely. I was gasping and not screaming, not exactly, but moaning about the pain – but he ignored me, fucking my ass harder and harder.
Abruptly, he stopped – pulled out entirely, and left me gasping. “I’m not ready to come just yet.”
So hot.
He grabbed something – the wooden spoon, I think? – and began swatting me as he forced himself back inside me. The swats didn’t really hurt – not as much as him inside me did – but it definitely set the tone as he fucked me. Something about being spanked during rough sex was so erotic…it felt so…used. Like I was there for his pleasure. So so hot!
When he finally came, he left me gasping on my hands and knees as he went to clean up and then pretty casually dismissed me to clean myself up.
When I came back, he was equally casually peeling a piece of ginger.
And this…wasn’t a surprise, exactly. I mean…I’d been there when we bought it. But he’d “tested” it on me earlier – had me lying on our bed with a big piece of it pressed to my clit. At first it felt cold, but it began slowly building up, stinging and burning until I couldn’t keep still. “Keep it on. Do. Not. Move. It.” Whimpering and wriggling, I kept it there, my legs pressed shut by him as he occasionally quizzed me on how it felt.
It fucking burned!
And now – despite that! – he was carving a plug of it. I think I was trembling when he – still very casually – told me it was going up my ass. When he finished peeling it, he told me to go rinse it. “Quickly!” he reprimanded when I stalled just a litttttle bit. I won’t lie, I was super intimidated.
But I carefully walked to the bathroom and…tripped, sending the damn thing flying, breaking the end off. I rinsed it anyway and brought it back. I expected to be in huge trouble for that, but he calmly carved a new notch at the bottom and sent me to rinse it again – without dawdling or breaking it.
When I managed to succeed, he had me spread myself open and slid the root in to the notch.
Honestly, at first it was just cold. But it started to sting really quickly – and he didn’t waste any time smacking me. Gentle swats on my clit made me jump and I couldn’t help but tense – and it was like the ginger flared inside me. Intense!
He soon switched to whacking my butt and as much he ramped up & I knew he was hitting me harder than we had played with before, I was also way more turned on than I expected. Occasionally he stopped to touch me and finger fuck me and he teased me about how wet I was…he was pretty clearly surprised at just /how/ wet I was. And…I was really, really wet.
Time lost meaning as he spanked me with the spoon; a whack on the thigh, a spank on the butt, a smack on the breast…all paired with the freaking burning plug in my anus and I was ready for him to fuck me. So, so, so ready.
I started moaning and asking him to fuck me…and he told me to beg. Like I meant it.
And usually…I can’t beg. It’s embarrassing. It’s too much.
But last night? I begged. Fuck me. Fuck me? I wanted him inside me!
He paused.
And offered a deal.
How many smacks was it worth to me? I was starting to really feel them, although it was distant…I wasn’t all there. Too turned on?
Tentatively, I offered…15?
He laughed. 25, he told me.
25. Scary sounding number. I was already sore. But would he really not fuck me if I didn’t?
…I was pretty sure he wasn’t bluffing, and damn it, I needed to come!
So 25 it was – with a catch. I had to count – and ask for the next one.
Freaky. Hot.
At 10 I didn’t think I’d make it.
At 15 he was hitting harder, jarring me out of the fuzzy space I was in.
At 20 I knew I’d make it.
21 hurt like hell.
And then 25 was here.
I was so wet. His cock was soaked as soon as he entered me – but sex with the ginger in felt weird. Strange, and I asked for it out. And then I told him he was taking it out.
He smirked at me and took it out – and then asked how many smacks it was worth to me. I was stunned, that hadn’t occurred to me! Too shocked to handle, we settled on 10.
And he was not holding back! Ow. Ow!
But I was so turned on (and sore) – sex felt amazing. He took me from behind and I came almost immediately, totally incoherent…I felt it everywhere, my asshole throbbing, my clit hardened – I came at least once more before he did, but I think it was actually twice more. I was lost, so lost…
It was amazing. And intense. Best sex I’ve had in a long time…and we have a lot of sex.
When he finally came and we held each other, coming down from it, we kissed and it was sweet…and I made the mistake of mentioning we hadn’t at all pushed my limits.
Which meant he promptly had me back on all fours, smacking my butt again. Ow!
I was protesting – we had just had sex! It had been the second time he’d come, which I was sure meant there was no sex again tonight. I like being spanked, but not without sexual context. He ignored my protests and kept spanking…and he said I might be able to negotiate my way to getting fucked again.
Warily, because I was sore – and he was still spanking me as we talked! – I asked how many.
60.
60!!
I had no idea how many times he spanked me before we settled on an amount for sex before, but 60 was a lot.
It sounded like a lot. I was pretty sure it would feel like a lot.
But despite multiple orgasms and two rounds of sex, I felt starved. I wanted to drop off that cliff again, wanted to shudder as I came while he fucked me…
60.
It was a lot, and these were I think some of the hardest spankings he’s ever given me. 10 felt so incredibly far away. 20 and I was writhing after each stroke. Halfway and I was definitely unsure my ass could hold up. 40 I was starting to bliss out again, getting locked into the heat and intensity of it. 50 and I was gone, totally confident I would make it.
51 rocked me. Badly. It wasn’t the hardest hit, but he thwacked me directly on my asshole with the handle of the spoon – ow. That’s a place that turns me on to be whipped, but he’d already roughly fucked my ass earlier…I was almost ready to call it off. But 9 more? 9 more? 9 more, and so wet I could hardly believe it?
The next couple were lighter to I think apologize for 51 – but the last 5 were intense, aiming closer to my thighs or solidly across both cheeks. They stung and flared, but when 60 came and went, I incredible. Fucking sore, but incredible – accomplished, hot, and completely triumphant.
I came hard again, and each time he thrust into me, there was this .. sensation, or sensations, rather, that are hard to describe. The pleasure of his cock combined with the pain of his hips digging in to my sore ass…
It was erotic.
It was intense.
Afterwards, my ass looked red with only shadows of bruises to come, but I could feel the swelling beneath the skin where the bruises would be, the firmness that meant deep bruising was coming.
I wasn’t disappointed this morning – I have one sore, bruised ass today.
And I am totally fucking content.
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