In a strict sense this story is fiction. But for me it resonates with memory from the early years of my marriage. Although that time is past, in those early years there were lots of spanking play just like this. I don't remember when I wrote this. Reading it again took my breath away.
They had been kissing on the couch. Now she was lying face down across his lap. He had flipped her skirt up and was caressing her bottom and pussy through the sheer fabric of her black string bikini panties. Her panties were damp over her vulva with her excitement.
Feeling the dampness of her pussy, he started to spank her with his hand. He started out slowly, alternating the slaps between her buttocks, mixing the slaps with caresses between her spread thighs. As the spanking continued he gave her more slaps and fewer caresses until he was spanking her steadily and her bottom was starting to blush pink. His hand was also starting to get sore.
His hand moved again to her pussy and pushed her hips up, moving her panty covered clit against his fingers.
"Shall I take these panties down, little girl?", he asked
"Hmm, yes, please", she answered, rubbing against him.
"Get me the ruler paddle"
"But you gave me a spanking last night", she complained.
He moved the sheer material of her panties aside, baring her right buttock, pushing the material between her cheeks.
"I don't see any marks. You must not have been spanked that hard"
"Well the cane hurt. A lot. And then you paddled me."
"And then..." he said, running a finger over her vulva.
"And then you fucked me and I came hard. But the spanking hurt."
He slapped the cheek of the buttock he had bared. "Spankings are supposed to hurt young lady", he reminded her. "Now get the paddle. And since we're discussing caning the tender bottom of a lovely young lady, bring me the cane too."
She got up from his lap. "Yes, Sir" she said with a pout. She adjusted her rucked up panties and went up stairs to get the implements she would be spanked with.
He was surprised when she returned, carrying the paddle and the rattan cane, to see that she was naked except for her tiny string bikini panties, black against her pale skin. Looking at her wearing only a wisp of sheer fabric made his cock hard.
"You can put the cane on the table", he said indicating the coffee table in front of the couch. He pulled her to him, between his legs. He raised his head and took her right nipple in his mouth. He sucked on her nipple and bit it gently. He pulled her close, cupping a buttock in each hand. After a few minutes he gently pushed her back. "Pull down your panties", he ordered. "I'm going to give you a spanking"
She slipped her panties down to the middle of her thighs. He caressed her bare pussy. She was very wet. "I see you enjoyed that"
"You know doing that to my nipples makes me wet".
"Yes, I do. No hand me the paddle and lie over my lap"
He took the paddle from her and she positioned her bottom over his right thigh. He caressed her bare bottom, slipping his fingers between her cheeks and down to her pussy. She spread her legs as far as the panties would allow as he rubbed her pussy.
"You are so beautiful", he told her. "By strutting in wearing only those little panties were hoping to seduce me into fucking you, instead of giving you a spanking?".
She moved against his hand, rubbing harder against him, her vulva slick with her wetness. "Yes, Sir. Don't you want to fuck me".
He slipped his thumb into her, rubbing her inside, just below her mons. His cock was rock hard. "Yes, I want to fuck you. But I want to give you a hard spanking first."
He withdrew his hand and began paddling her. He started out slowly giving her a few strokes and then stopping to caress her. Soon, however, he was giving her five and then ten strokes at a time. She lay still and took her spanking, but as her bottom got sore she started crying out with each stroke. When he stopped paddling her, her bottom was blushed crimson and hot as he ran his palm over the curve of her buttocks.
"You've been a very good girl, lying still and taking your spanking" he told her. "Now I want you to bend over the back of the couch."
She stood up and stepped out of her panties, which had slipped down to her ankles while he paddled her. The back of the couch came up to the tops of her thighs. She bent over the back of the couch, resting her hands on the seat cushions. Bent over like this, her bottom arched upward, cheeks slightly spread, her thighs open leaving her pussy and ass totally exposed, presented for the cane or his cock.
She felt the tap of the cane on her bottom and then the hot stinging burn of the first stroke. She drew her breath in sharply as she felt the wash of pain. After the first few strokes she was crying out after each one. He caned the lower part of her bottom and her upper thighs, giving her a few seconds between each stroke. As he spanked her, the cries merged together until she was crying softly, tears streaking her face.
After a time the caning stopped and she felt him caress her, rubbing her pussy, which was slick with her arousal. After the burning strokes of the cane his caress felt very good. Her bottom and the tops of her thighs were crimson, lined with cane welts. She heard his clothes slide off him as he undressed behind her. He spread her pussy lips and slipped his cock inside her. His thrusts were deep and hard, as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her with each thrust. She loved the feel of his hard cock and she arched back, pushing her bottom upward as she had when she took the cane. After a few minutes he withdrew.
"Oh, please..." she said a bit breathlessly, wanting his cock again.
"I'm afraid you have more cane coming, my love" he said, caressing her hot buttocks.
He started caning her again, giving the strokes across the middle of her buttocks, moving down to the top of her thighs. As he caned her thighs she started crying. After giving her twenty strokes he stopped and pushed into her. He could feel her bottom, hot from the spanking as he fucked her.
"I want you to go up to our bedroom and lay out the spanking strap on the bed and lie over the pillows" he told her as he withdrew.
She stood up. "May I rub"
"Yes, you may"
She rubbed her sore bottom. Her buttocks felt fevered, hot, and she could feel the cane welts, like hard little scars lining her bottom and upper thighs.
She went to their bedroom and got the spanking strap from the closet. It had a long thick leather lash with a wooden handle. She thought about how much the strap would hurt across her sore welted bottom.
She lay across the bed, the pillows under her hips, pushing her bottom up.
"Good girl" he told her when he came up a few minutes later. He picked up the strap. "Push that ass up for me and put your fingers on your clit" he told her. She reached under her and put her right index finger and middle finger on her clit. "Massage that naughty little clit for me" he ordered. As she massaged her clit, moving her fingers up and down, she knew that her pussy was on display. She started breathing harder.
The strap cracked down hard across her ass, pushing her into the pillow, surprising her with its thud and pain. She kept her bottom up as he spanked her, crying out under the strokes. Every five strokes or so he would stop and make her rub her clit more. He would wait until her fingers started moving faster, still crying softly from her spanking, drawing sharp breaths, before he started strapping her again, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, the pain of the strap not letting her get over.
He put down the strap and moved behind her, spreading her pussy, penetrating her, fucking her hard as she rubbed her clit. Her bottom and thighs were sore and hot and it hurt as he slammed into her. She rubbed her clit faster, her arousal building as he fucked her. She was still crying like a spanked little girl when her orgasm came, shuddering, blinding white light as she felt his cock get bigger and he came inside her.