One Hot Booty Story

My name is Mari. My natural curves do attract a lot of attention during the morning commute, but I favor longer skirts with my designer suits which seem to have the reverse effect. Perhaps guys think me aloof? If only they knew. I live a double-life, centered on my private desires. You see, I secretly love being spanked!

When did my taste for this naughty pastime arise? When I was at college I had a few boyfriends, but quickly discovered how immature your average teenage male could be. My casual encounters would certainly provide some sparks, but little in the way of kindling the type of passion that can linger. When I was bemoaning the lack of talent at the faculty with one of my girlfriends, she suggested I try online dating.

There are many sites out there, and I was initially skeptical I’d come across anything interesting. After some deliberation, I signed up to a fetish website and soon found my eyes being opened to a whole world of wonderful possibilities. I’ve always been fascinated by the notion of pleasure involving a degree of pain, tastefully administered. So as I was browsing through this site I was drawn to one of the topic headings: spanking singles.

Soon I was browsing through the profiles of a rich array of guys who all admitted their secret passion was spanking – either as the giver or receiver of this erotic activity. I was so overwhelmed with excitement I started messaging potential partners straight away.

After exchanging messages with an interesting-sounding guy called Chris, we began developing a real sense of chemistry, eventually gravitating to the subject of our sexual cravings. As I furiously tapped away at the keyboard, all I could think about was becoming putty in his hands as he took a firm hand to my butt, or possibly even one of those delightful bondage whips you can pick up in Ann Summers!

We arranged to meet up in a bar on the outskirts of town. After a few drinks to lighten the mood, we strolled hand-in-hand to a hotel a block away and booked a room. After ordering a champagne bucket from room service, we were finally alone. Chris asked me if I'd like a massage to start with. Of course, I replied. Who doesn't care for having their flesh manipulated by expert hands as a precursor to some more emphatic attention?!

After stripping off, he ordered me to lie on the bed, face down. We disrobed, then he smeared oil over my back, proceeding to rub it into my skin in sensual movements. Just when I was so relaxed I could have drifted into blissful sleep, he enquired if I’d been a naughty girl. When I admitted as much, he informed me I would have to accept my punishment. I braced myself. I knew what was coming.

I felt his firm, masculine hand striking me firmly across my naked cheeks. I whimpered slightly, with a modicum of pain, but far more pleasure. This incited him to repeat the action. He spanked me some more, pausing every so often to enquire if I'd had enough. Of course I hadn't. I just wanted him to keep slapping my butt until my pale skin was red-tinged. After a while, I asked him if he'd like a taste of his own medicine. When he replied he most assuredly would, I heaved myself up, then grappled him into position. I struck my first blow. The first of many. But each time I spanked my errant partner I was excitedly awaiting my turn again.