Part 5- Just Spank Me!

The next day was even more difficult than the day before.  Before, I wasn’t even sure there’d be any spanking, but today I knew that I’d be spanking Rosa.  My own sore bottom served as a constant reminder of what was to come.  Equally exciting was the anticipation of not knowing how it would play out, but knowing I would definitely have her across my knee for a good spanking!

It was a fabulous evening, even in its simplicity.  I arrived on time, a bottle of wine in my hand.  We had a glass or two before dinner and then shared a delicious Italian meal Rosa had prepared.  We didn’t talk of spanking at all.  We both knew that it would somehow spoil things, even though I still had no idea what Rosa had up her sleeve insofar as the scenario goes, but there was a definite undercurrent of excitement that I’m sure she felt as well.

We finished our meal, and I helped move the dirty dishes to the kitchen but was shooed out when I tried to start cleaning dishes.  She sent me to the living room, where I sat on her leather sofa listening to the light jazz she had playing.  I remember thinking that the music was a little out of character for her and concluded correctly that she’d tried to pick something that she thought we could both like.  I’d barely completed that thought, when the lights went out in the kitchen, leaving the house lit only by the soft lighting where I was seated.  A moment later Rosa floated into the room with two more glasses of wine.

The smooth, practiced movements of a dancer combined with her impeccable appearance combined to create this illusion.  Her long flowing hair was always nicely done, causing me to wonder if she ever dressed in sloppy jeans and t-shirts.  She wore a simple, ivory-colored blouse with a large round neckline, no sleeves and a gold necklace that was short enough to not touch her blouse.  Her bra showed through her blouse as barely a shadow and was likely a similar color.  Adding to her flowing appearance was a sheer, flouncy skirt in a bright earth-tone pattern that billowed around her long legs as she walked on shoes with three-inch heels and macramé-like straps.

She placed the glasses of wine on the table and then sat down next to me, turning sideways to face me while tucking her legs up on the sofa as well.  Maybe it was the wine, but while I eagerly anticipated the balance of the evening I was not nearly as anxious as I’d been the first night.  I smiled calmly as she sat down.

Turning to face her as she had me, I stroked her arm and said sincerely, “You look gorgeous, Rosa.  That’s a beautiful outfit and I love watching you move in it.”

“Thank you,” she replied with an appreciative look and a returned smile.

“And dinner was delicious too.  I’m really having a good time.”

“Thank you again,” she replied almost embarrassed.  “I must say … I’m glad you managed to find me.”

“Me too.  When the idea struck me, I never could have imagined things would turn out like this.”

“It has worked out nicely, hasn’t it?” she said with sensuous eyes and then added in a suggestive tone, “… and the best is yet to come.”

“Is it really?” I asked as I leaned in to kiss her softly, yet passionately.

“Mmm,” she said while our lips were connected.  Our lips parted but we stayed close, our eyes looking into each other’s.  “Yes … I have so much more to show you … to teach you.”

“Mmm, can we start now?”

“Not tonight,” she said though with a look that defused the panic that might otherwise have taken me over.

“No?” I replied simply before giving her another soft kiss.

“No.  Tonight, there’s something else I want.”  My eyes asked the next obvious question.  “Tonight, I just want you to … take me over your knee and … and spank me.”  Now I started getting excited.  She’d taken one of the fantasies I’d just told her about and offered it to me in a way no one could ever do better.  I calmed myself down quickly before replying.

“Really?  You want to get spanked on that delicious bottom of yours?”

“Yes,” she replied simply, but with amazing nuance.  “I want you to pull my panties down and spank my bare bottom.” 

There was no talk of punishment, no threats … not even mention of it being a ‘good’ spanking.  It was no different than if she’d calmly asked me to perform cunnilingus on her or innocently asked me to ‘do her’ from behind.  She hadn’t been naughty, and I wasn’t going to teach her any lessons.  She just wanted me to put her over my knee and spank her.  She just wanted to feel my hand spanking her beautiful bottom.

“Do you know how much I’d love to have your bare bottom across my knee right now?”

“Yes … I think I do,” she replied, and we moved together instinctively.  I turned to sit normally on the sofa, and she leaned towards me, first giving me another kiss, and then laying herself across my lap.  I placed one hand high on her back, the other low on her thigh and moved them together till they met in the middle, one hand on each cheek.   “Ooo, spank me, Mark.  Please spank me?  I want to get spanked,” she cooed as her body writhed before me.

And so, I spanked her … slowly, lovingly, and eventually forcefully.  Soft playful pats gradually, but steadily became hard smacks on bare flesh.  I started without moving or removing any of her clothes, her flimsy skirt not really protecting her from anything but my sight.  Step by step we increased the intensity and peeled away layers of clothes in the process.  When I lifted her skirt, I was treated to the sight of her magnificent bottom in ivory silk bikini panties … just the type I’d told her were among my favorites.  She was giving me my fantasy and I wanted to give her anything and everything she wanted as well.

Her beautiful bottom, showing only a hint of color left over from the first spanking I’d given her, gradually progressed through various shades of pink and then red as I spanked her only with my hand.  She’d cum once or twice while across my knee because at least half the time, my other hand was between her legs, stimulating the more delicate flesh to be found there.

Several times we stopped so that I could use my tongue to increase her pleasure further still.  And she returned the favor, using her mouth and tongue to bring me to climax as well, but she always returned to my knee, wanting even more spanking.  Even after I’d pulled her panties down to spank her bare bottom, she’d pull them up again before sucking me only to go through the delicious process of spanking her on them and pulling them down to spank her on the bare once again.

We were down to our underwear when we moved to her bedroom.  Once there she sat me on the end of the bed and laid herself across my knee yet again with her legs dangling over the end of the bed and yet again asked me to spank her.  In fact, repeatedly she’d ask to be spanked … even while I was spanking her. 

If she was trying to convince me that spanking purely as foreplay wasn’t sexy or exciting, it wasn’t working. I loved hearing her ask me to spank her … how she just wanted to have her bottom spanked … how I should pull her panties down and spank her bare bottom … how I should put her across my knee or bend her over and spank her good.  Occasionally she’d say she’d been naughty, but never elaborated or provided details, as though simply the accusation of being naughty was a spank-able offense. 

There were times when I wished we could change places, and ask her to please spank my bare bottom, but even in this no-scenario setting, I realized she was right in that changing places would mean a complete role reversal that didn’t work.  Instead, I decided I’d do a similar spanking foreplay with me over her knee some other night.

Eventually, we got around to good old fucking in a few various positions, my favorite being doggie style where I could further tweak her red, hot bottom as I slid easily in and out of her slippery wet pussy.  After cumming several times each during the spanking and again with me inside her, we were both totally spent, both physically and emotionally.

Before I left, we made plans for Thursday for Rosa to meet me at my hotel, from where we’d go out to dinner, possibly for drinks, and back to my room, where … being my “turn” … hopefully I’d get a good spanking.  Though that was left unsaid, it was clearly understood with eye communication.  I wondered what kind of scenario Rosa would cook up for it.

Thursday night went as planned, yet throughout dinner and drinks, she gave no hint or clue as to what she had planned.  We talked throughout on spanking and non-spanking subjects and still, I didn’t know what she had up her sleeve, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out once she’d finished her second glass of wine in the hotel bar.

Putting her glass down with the air of finality, she turned to me and said, “You know what I want to do right now?”  My look told her to go on.  She leaned over to whisper loudly in my ear, “I want to give you a spanking!”

“Really?” I replied as though that was the farthest thing from my mind.

“Yes, I want to pull your pants down, take you over my knee, and give you a good, hard spanking!”

“Have I been a bad boy?” I asked, wondering if there was to be a reason for this spanking.

“No, I just want to spank you! … but if you don’t behave yourself, I may bend you over for a good paddling as well!”

“Well then … shall we go upstairs?” 

She stood up in answer to my question and we headed up.  Once there the night went much like the night before where spanking was delicious foreplay to many other sexual activities.  It didn’t take long for my pants to end up puddled around my ankles as she spanked my bare bottom.  In fact, not long after that, we were both nearly naked, Rosa keeping her panties on only because I loved the sexy little boy shorts she’d worn.

We went back and forth between spanking and oral sex, further reinforcing my associating getting spanked and cunnilingus.  Rosa would spank me using her hand and hairbrush to give me a hot, red butt and then practically order me to bury my face in her crotch and eat her ‘tasty twat’!  She’d concluded that my fingers and tongue were particularly gifted and never wasted an opportunity to have them work her delicate, flower-petal pussy into a steaming hot lather.

Of course, I didn’t behave and was bent over for the paddle more than once.  How was I to know that she expected me to follow instructions to the letter when being told how and where to lick her slippery slit?  … but I didn’t mind being corrected with forty or fifty swats of the paddle! … especially when I was told to try again to get it right.

All in all, the night finished much like the prior night had apart from whose bottom was red and sore.  We made even less formal plans for the following night, wherein I would bring dinner … probably Chinese … to Rosa’s house and we’d see where things went.

Where things went was not very far by comparison with all the previous nights.  It was Rosa’s turn to be spanked, which did happen but not very much.  A particular highlight occurred in the kitchen when she spilled some of General Tsao’s chicken and stained my shirt.  In my first spontaneous act of the week, I grabbed her around the waist, bent her over, yanked her pants down and punished her with a good spanking right there in the kitchen.  She really liked the unexpected nature of it and showed her appreciation with an invitation to fuck her while bent over her kitchen table.

The rest of the night saw Rosa over my knee a few times, but for relatively mild and playful spanking that led to similarly mild sex.  We both seemed to need a bit of a rest from four days of punishing fun.  She even commented a couple of times that she wanted to save her energy for tomorrow night when she had something special planned.  When pressed for details, she refused, saying only that we would be going to her aunt’s home for dinner, after which something special would happen.

“Just pick me up at seven,” was all she’d say when I tried again to get more details on my way out the door.