Spanking Fantasy
Spanking Fantasy
My wife's older sibling stayed with us for a weekend. It was the first time she visited without any of her adorable chi1dren, all of which had reached the age of 18 plus and no longer had to tag along with their mom. After dinner, she helped me with the dishes as my wife prepared her overnight bag to go stay with her mother. Her sibling is pretty enough, but is quite a bit overweight. Her ass, in particular, was big yet firm, and just looking at it caused me to think wicked thoughts.
As I washed and she rinsed, I turned towards her and told her that I wanted to whip her ass with my belt. She didn't even flinch. She just laughed and agreed that there was plenty enough there to spank. I didn't respond. We finished the dishes in silence. She excused herself to go take a shower.
My wife came down the stairs, bag in hand, and kissed me goodbye as she left the house.
"Take good care of her," she added, looking over her shoulder, "Have fun!"
It seemed like forever before the shower finally stopped. I was so aroused, I found myself pacing around the living room, wondering what was going to happen next.
She pranced gracefully down the stairs, the belt of her robe wrapped tightly around her waist.
"I came down to get a drink of water before I get my beating," she said softly and calmly, "I guess I'll see you upstairs."
I was out of my mind with lust. Did I just hear her right? I bounded up the stairs and fetched my wide, stiff leather belt. I was so aroused; I had some trouble catching my breath. I heard her footsteps on the stairs along with the tinkling of ice in her water glass and I knew she had turned toward the guest room and closed the door behind her.
I waited a few minutes for her to get settled, and then I tapped on her door.
"Come in!" she responded rather impatiently.
I entered, and I was amazed that she had already shed her robe; she wore a skimpy pink teddy and nothing else. She was lying on her stomach, with a big pillow under her hips. Her smooth ass was so big and inviting, I stood frozen before her, speechless.
"That's some belt you've got there," she said, breaking through my comatose state.
"Oh…yes…thanks," I replied like some muddle-headed teenager. I shook my head and added: "Well, that's some ass you've got there too" and I shook my head again as I realized I was just making things worse. Luckily, she just ignored my sophomoric banter.
"So what are the rules?" she asked, cutting to the chase. We agreed that "Uncle" would be the safe word, and all activity would stop if she called out "Uncle". I explained that she could have some control of the intensity of the spanking by calling out a number from 1 to 3 after each stroke of the belt, with one being the mildest and three being the strongest.
"Well, let's go, then," she prompted as she closed her legs and wiggled her butt in anticipation. I warned her that if she reached behind her back to block the belt, I would tie her hands to the headboard.
WHACK! I laid a strong one on her half-exposed ass for starters.
"OW! Damn! One!"
I eased up considerably on the next stroke.
"Oh, don't patronize me! Two!"
I gave her another pretty strong shot with my doubled over belt.
"Two."
More of the same: WHACK!
A few seconds elapsed as I awaited her next instruction. Finally:
"Three."
I raised my arm high and the belt came down on her teddy covered ass with a loud snap. My cock was throbbing. More silence from her.
"You know, I am not really feeling it that much," (Pause) "Help me take my teddy off".
It was music to my ears, and I had only hoped it would come to this. She remained lying in her position as the two of us worked to divest her ample body of the tiny bit of lacy material that covered her. I was overwhelmed. Her bare ass lay before me and my belt, almost begging to be beaten red. I couldn't help but reach over and touch her and squeeze her cheeks. She said nothing, but she didn't pull away either.
Resuming my position as belt master, I alerted her:
"Ready?"
Her squirming butt was answer enough:
THWACK!
"Ohhh, my…two!"
SNAP!
"Mmmmmm! Three!"
I raised my arm up and brought the belt down with all my might:
SWAT!
"Oh god yes! Three more like that!" she demanded.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
Silence, then: "Do you have any lube or lotion handy?"
I quickly strode into my bedroom and returned before she knew it.
"Oh, good: rub some on me?"
I poured a generous amount of warming lotion onto her naked ass cheeks, and slowly rubbed it all around. She didn't respond, so I kept up my massage. Still no response, so I became adventurous and my massage circles got broader, until my fingers traced her crack up and down. She opened her legs ever so slightly, almost reluctantly, but enough so that my crack-tracing took me further down until I was tracing her labia as well.
She allowed me to explore her nether region for several long minutes, but finally she lifted her head and faced me:
"How about if we get back to that spanking you promised me? And forget the numbers; just give me all threes from now on. I'll tell you when to stop."
With that, she turned away and buried her face in a pillow.
WHACK, THWACK, WHACK! I beat her ass with all I had. She didn't flinch, other than shamelessly sneaking her hand under her body so she could play with her clit. This turned me on even more, and dirty sentences started spilling from my mouth:
"Go ahead, finger yourself!" SMACK!
"Play with your pussy!" WHACK!
"I'm going to fuck your ass!" That one even caught me off guard, but she groaned when she heard it, and wiggled her buttocks again. Emboldened, I kept whipping her ass with the belt in one hand, but I slipped my other hand between her well-lubricated legs. Again, she opened them further for me, but her own hand was monopolizing her pussy, so I ran my fingers up and down her ass crack again. My index finger flicked over her pucker, and she moaned out loud.
"Your ass is mine, bitch!" I warned, as I plunged my finger into her dark passage.
"Oh, god yes!" she muttered. I gave her several sharp, stinging swats with my belt, as my middle finger joined my index finger deep inside her hot, forbidden tunnel.
"Ahhhh! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me in my ass!" she shouted out.
I dropped my belt, climbed behind her and pulled her hips back towards me until she was kneeling. I leaned back and gave her my open hand on each cheek several times before positioning myself above her, straddling her ass, my spastic cock dangling freely over her anxiously awaiting anal passage.
My wife's older sibling stayed with us for a weekend. It was the first time she visited without any of her adorable chi1dren, all of which had reached the age of 18 plus and no longer had to tag along with their mom. After dinner, she helped me with the dishes as my wife prepared her overnight bag to go stay with her mother. Her sibling is pretty enough, but is quite a bit overweight. Her ass, in particular, was big yet firm, and just looking at it caused me to think wicked thoughts.
As I washed and she rinsed, I turned towards her and told her that I wanted to whip her ass with my belt. She didn't even flinch. She just laughed and agreed that there was plenty enough there to spank. I didn't respond. We finished the dishes in silence. She excused herself to go take a shower.
My wife came down the stairs, bag in hand, and kissed me goodbye as she left the house.
"Take good care of her," she added, looking over her shoulder, "Have fun!"
It seemed like forever before the shower finally stopped. I was so aroused, I found myself pacing around the living room, wondering what was going to happen next.
She pranced gracefully down the stairs, the belt of her robe wrapped tightly around her waist.
"I came down to get a drink of water before I get my beating," she said softly and calmly, "I guess I'll see you upstairs."
I was out of my mind with lust. Did I just hear her right? I bounded up the stairs and fetched my wide, stiff leather belt. I was so aroused; I had some trouble catching my breath. I heard her footsteps on the stairs along with the tinkling of ice in her water glass and I knew she had turned toward the guest room and closed the door behind her.
I waited a few minutes for her to get settled, and then I tapped on her door.
"Come in!" she responded rather impatiently.
I entered, and I was amazed that she had already shed her robe; she wore a skimpy pink teddy and nothing else. She was lying on her stomach, with a big pillow under her hips. Her smooth ass was so big and inviting, I stood frozen before her, speechless.
"That's some belt you've got there," she said, breaking through my comatose state.
"Oh…yes…thanks," I replied like some muddle-headed teenager. I shook my head and added: "Well, that's some ass you've got there too" and I shook my head again as I realized I was just making things worse. Luckily, she just ignored my sophomoric banter.
"So what are the rules?" she asked, cutting to the chase. We agreed that "Uncle" would be the safe word, and all activity would stop if she called out "Uncle". I explained that she could have some control of the intensity of the spanking by calling out a number from 1 to 3 after each stroke of the belt, with one being the mildest and three being the strongest.
"Well, let's go, then," she prompted as she closed her legs and wiggled her butt in anticipation. I warned her that if she reached behind her back to block the belt, I would tie her hands to the headboard.
WHACK! I laid a strong one on her half-exposed ass for starters.
"OW! Damn! One!"
I eased up considerably on the next stroke.
"Oh, don't patronize me! Two!"
I gave her another pretty strong shot with my doubled over belt.
"Two."
More of the same: WHACK!
A few seconds elapsed as I awaited her next instruction. Finally:
"Three."
I raised my arm high and the belt came down on her teddy covered ass with a loud snap. My cock was throbbing. More silence from her.
"You know, I am not really feeling it that much," (Pause) "Help me take my teddy off".
It was music to my ears, and I had only hoped it would come to this. She remained lying in her position as the two of us worked to divest her ample body of the tiny bit of lacy material that covered her. I was overwhelmed. Her bare ass lay before me and my belt, almost begging to be beaten red. I couldn't help but reach over and touch her and squeeze her cheeks. She said nothing, but she didn't pull away either.
Resuming my position as belt master, I alerted her:
"Ready?"
Her squirming butt was answer enough:
THWACK!
"Ohhh, my…two!"
SNAP!
"Mmmmmm! Three!"
I raised my arm up and brought the belt down with all my might:
SWAT!
"Oh god yes! Three more like that!" she demanded.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
Silence, then: "Do you have any lube or lotion handy?"
I quickly strode into my bedroom and returned before she knew it.
"Oh, good: rub some on me?"
I poured a generous amount of warming lotion onto her naked ass cheeks, and slowly rubbed it all around. She didn't respond, so I kept up my massage. Still no response, so I became adventurous and my massage circles got broader, until my fingers traced her crack up and down. She opened her legs ever so slightly, almost reluctantly, but enough so that my crack-tracing took me further down until I was tracing her labia as well.
She allowed me to explore her nether region for several long minutes, but finally she lifted her head and faced me:
"How about if we get back to that spanking you promised me? And forget the numbers; just give me all threes from now on. I'll tell you when to stop."
With that, she turned away and buried her face in a pillow.
WHACK, THWACK, WHACK! I beat her ass with all I had. She didn't flinch, other than shamelessly sneaking her hand under her body so she could play with her clit. This turned me on even more, and dirty sentences started spilling from my mouth:
"Go ahead, finger yourself!" SMACK!
"Play with your pussy!" WHACK!
"I'm going to fuck your ass!" That one even caught me off guard, but she groaned when she heard it, and wiggled her buttocks again. Emboldened, I kept whipping her ass with the belt in one hand, but I slipped my other hand between her well-lubricated legs. Again, she opened them further for me, but her own hand was monopolizing her pussy, so I ran my fingers up and down her ass crack again. My index finger flicked over her pucker, and she moaned out loud.
"Your ass is mine, bitch!" I warned, as I plunged my finger into her dark passage.
"Oh, god yes!" she muttered. I gave her several sharp, stinging swats with my belt, as my middle finger joined my index finger deep inside her hot, forbidden tunnel.
"Ahhhh! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me in my ass!" she shouted out.
I dropped my belt, climbed behind her and pulled her hips back towards me until she was kneeling. I leaned back and gave her my open hand on each cheek several times before positioning myself above her, straddling her ass, my spastic cock dangling freely over her anxiously awaiting anal passage.
10 years ago
sshe sounds fab