I have been lurking on this site for years but until recently, haven't registered or posted. My first and only post gathered no comments or recognition. So I thought I would share a story of my own.

I wrote this story a few years ago. It is not my first nor my last. I have a great many more stories, some written, some build up in my head. One day I will sit down and write them out (writing these takes a LOT of time).

Without further introduction.......

A Surprise Visit.

I hadn’t seen my girlfriend for a while, as our long distance relationship and uncooperative work schedules just hadn’t mixed to allow for us to have some alone time. But I found myself in a place where I could sneak in a visit and surprise her in the process. So when I was able to get on the flight to Atlanta at the last minute, I made a quick call to let her know I was coming. Of course it went to voice mail, she was working too. But when she got out of work, she would be surprised to find out that I was on my way, and to come to pick me up at the airport.

I couldn’t wait to see her. Some alone time with her would be “just what the doctor ordered,” even if it was just overnight. I was having a hell of a time, probably right up there with some of the worst times of my life, none of which had anything to do with her. But that didn’t stop me from expressing my outrage to her, and unintentionally taking out some of my aggression at my situation on her as well. But she was supportive, kind, caring, calm, and sympathetic to my circumstances. All qualities which made me love her more and more each day.

Our sex life was amazing, and I was looking forward to a night of passion and raw lust, which I was certain she was as well. At times, her sex drive was in a higher gear than mine, and it mattered nothing to her to miss out on anything that was going on in trade for more of that addictive drug we call sex. But more than sex, what I really needed, craving in fact was just to hold her, or be held by her, to hear that caring, loving soft gentle voice in my ear, to feel her love and support. I needed that more than the sex right now.

The two hour flight seemed to take five. When I finally landed and turned on my phone, there was a message that she was watching my flight and would pick me up where she usually does. Sure enough, as I walked out the door, there she was, parked at the curb waiting for me.

She got out and the flowery dress she wore flowed down and with her body. It was a dress we had bought from a sidewalk vendor during a vacation in Cancun. I am sure she wore that dress special for me when she got the message that she would have to pick me up. She greeted me with a hug. Her hugs always lasted longer than the time I hold onto her, but this time it was the other way around. She broke the hug first and said with a slight smile, “What are you doing here?”

“Well if you’re not happy to see me, I can always turn around and head back home,” I retorted

“Oh no,” she said, “You’re not getting out of my sight, I have plans for you mister.”

“This is great,” I thought, “She is just as ready for passionate sex as I am.”

She was rather quiet as we drove out of the airport, and I reached for her hand to hold while she drove. I was waiting for her to ask if I was hungry, or where we should go, or what I wanted to do, but she said nothing as she drove out of the airport and took the exit that told me she was headed straight for her house.

“Where are we going?” I asked

“Home,” was her short, and did I detect, curt reply.

“But I’m hungry, I thought we might go to the Burger Pad” I countered.

The Burger Pad was this really neat burger joint made out of an old gas station. I had been hoping the whole trip that we would hit dinner and a few beverages there before heading to the house. But as these surprises usually go, the idea of how the night would progress was mostly in my head. I hadn’t communicated any of it to her, so she had no idea of what I wanted or had in mind.

“No, we are going home,” was her short, and definitely curt, reply.

“She must be really horney tonight” I thought, “She is taking me straight to the house, no questions asked.”

“Okay, but can we grab something on the way? I am really starving”

“We’ll eat later”

This was so typical of her. She wanted to give up dinner-out for sex. No different than when she is willing to give up on other things like games, or walks, or even sleep, all to engage in wild passionate, mind blowing, love making.

She chatted on the way, asking how I was holding up under my circumstances, how my day was, how my flight in was. Mostly small talk as our conversations go. The 30 minute drive to her house seemed to take forever, and the lack of real content to our conversation didn’t shorten the perception of that time like it usually does. “She must be really focused on getting me out of these clothes and into her bed” I mused. “I bet she is soaking wet, her panties so saturated with her secretions that they’ll stick to her outer folds as I pull them down, inverting themselves in the process.”

As we turned off the exit ramp from the free way on the road that took us away from the thorough fare of restaurants, I kept asking to make a quick stop to grab something, anything, that would curb the empty pit in my stomach, only for her to continue down the road toward the house, “later” being her only answer.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally pulled into her driveway. I grabbed my bags from the trunk and headed inside. Once inside, I expected a passionate kiss from her, but she told me to leave my bags by the door. Taking a firm grip of my wrist, she led me through her den and to the stairs that lead up to her bedroom. She pushed me up the stairs in front of her, still holding a firm grasp on my wrist, her push urging me to climb the stars faster than I was going.

When we got to the door of her bedroom, she stopped me and came around to stand in front of me, her hands going straight to my belt buckle. In an instant, she had the buckle undone and pulled the belt from its loops, and swoosh sound followed as the belt cleared the last loop. She folded the belt in half and tossed it casually on the end of the bed. Turning back to me, she went straight back to my pants, and in quick fashion had them unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down. Next she grabbed the sides of my shirt and pulled them up out of my pants. Grabbing both sides of my waist band, she pulled my pants, and boxers down to my ankles, but stopped there, a piled mess of closes bunched up on top of my shoes. My erection had sprung out of my boxers as they descended past my loins, bobbing up and down having found its new freedom. I expected her to take my penis in her mouth while she was there, but instead she stood up and took me in her hand. It is a rarity that she is this sexually aggressive this soon in the door, but I wasn’t going to complain about the experience. Standing in front of me, she looked straight into my eyes as her hand repositioned itself at the base of my penis, her fingers encompassing my scrotum as her grip tightened down around me. She leaned over as she tightened her grip, causing me to wince in pain, and draw in a quick breath.

Pulling on my groin, my body seemed to follow her hand wherever she lead me, this time to her bed, my legs making short quick steps trying to keep up but still being restricted by the length of the step my bunched up pants would allow. Stopping me just short of the bed, she quickly sat down on its edge in front of me. Without any warning, fan fare, or attention to the contrary, she pulled my genitals straight down to her lap, my body falling to the position she wanted. To my disbelief, I found myself, over her lap, my milky white bottom pointed at her ceiling, and my still erected penis now imprisoned between her thighs, which seemed to lock themselves together.

This position wasn’t unfamiliar to me, she had taken me over her knee before, but the process of getting there was. Without a single word, she lifted my shirt out of the way of my behind. CRACK was sound that filled the room next, as a simultaneous fire seemed to consume my buttocks. A second CRACK followed the first. CRACK.

By the time the third hit had made contact on my tender behind, if finally clicked in my brain that she was taking a wooden paddle to my bare bottom. CRACK, another spank had come crashing down.

CRACK

My bottom was now on fire. “My GOD does she know how much that hurts?” I wondered. But I knew the answer was yes. This was the paddle she had grown up with. This was the paddle her father had used on her when she was a naughty little girl. She used to have to sit and wait with that paddle in her lap and contemplate her fate until her father decided to end the torment and enter his bedroom to punish her. Then she had to stand as he took her place and hand him the paddle. Then as she stood in front of him, she had to take her pants and panties down to her ankles, puller her shirt or blouse up so she was naked from the waist down, and place herself over his lap. So she knew full well what this felt like. However, that wasn’t stopping her from raising it up high above her shoulder and bringing it down hard across my now sore backside. She was intent on making sure I knew what it felt like too.

CRACK, CRACK

CRACK, CRACK

CRACK, CRACK

CRACK, CRACK

I was having a hard time keeping my composure, and was happy that she had paused for a moment. 

“You have been very naughty to me this week” she said. “Mean at times.”

I didn’t know what to say.

CRACK, another shot of fire crashed into me.

CRACK, CRACK CRACK. These hit that tender area where buttocks meet thigh. She liked making sure this area was well attended to.

By now, I was feeling very sorry for whatever it was that I had done to upset her. This wasn’t like the discipline she had handed down in the past. No, this was punishment. Full on, no nonsense, punishment. A spanking by every little boy’s and girl’s understanding of the word. She was laying it on hard, harder than she usually does, harder than I am used to. I didn’t even get the warm up with her hand, just searing strokes with that paddle on my cold white cheeks. The paddle she was using was long enough to reach both cheeks at the same time, and she was paddling all over, from top to bottom, making sure that my backside was well covered in punishing red splotches.

CRACK, CRACK. Two more to the same spot.

“You deserve this, don’t you?”

Silence.

CRACK “Answer me”

I can’t concentrate. I lost count when she moved to doubles, were there triples? She said something……what did she say?

CRACK

“I guess you need more than I originally thought. Let’s see if five more improves your hearing” she said calmly.

CRACK

“Owe, stop”

CRACK

“What did I do?” I cried. I reached back to try to block the paddle from hitting me anymore, but she grabbed my hand and pulled it up high behind my back and pinned it there.

What did you do? What did you do? CRACK, CRACK

“You have been very naughty” CRACK. “Now, I will ask again, do I have your attention?

“YES! YES! PLEASE NO MORE!”

“I asked if you deserve this” she said calmly.

“No, no I don’t”

“No?”

“NO!”

CRACK “No what?”

“NO MAAM! Please, no more maam”

“Let’s see, you have lost your temper this week, used very foul language this week, you allowed your anger to prevent us from having meaningful conversations, and you have turned me out and ignored me on some days” CRACK “I think you do deserve this. CRACK Now, stand up.”

She parted her legs slightly and released my now flaccid penis which had been firmly locked between her thighs all this time. I wasn’t sure if I could stand, but I was happy to get off her lap an away from that paddle. I tried to stand anyway. When I was standing in front of her, she stood up and moved me effortlessly to her side, having me stand at the edge of the bed. She again took hold of my penis in her hand and tightened her grip. “Don’t Move” she said with a sly smile.

Was she enjoying this? At first I thought she was angry, but now I am thinking this is fun for her. The way that paddle fell on my ass for what seemed like the past hour appeared to tell me she was angry with me, but that twinkle in her eye said otherwise. My curiosity disappeared when I noticed the paddle rising from her side to take aim at me once again.

CRACK in the center of my bottom

CRACK just below that. I started to fall forward from the blow but her hold on me made sure I stayed where I was.

CRACK on that tender area.

CRACK on my upper thighs. I almost came out of my skin on that one

CRACK below that.

CRACK half way down my thigh.

She then let go of me and instructed me to kneel on the edge of the bed. I don’t know how she thought I could possibly hold myself up after that last onslaught. With my feet still being held together by my pants around my ankles, I leaned my legs forward and let my knees fall to the bed, my legs folding up behind them as my weight transferred from my feet to my knees. She slipped the paddle between my legs, “Spread your legs” she said as she began slapping that paddle back and forth between my tender inner thighs.

I tried to spread my knees as much as I could. “Wider” The milky white skin between my legs was quickly turning a light shade of pink, and the wider I spread my legs, the more room it gave that paddle to gain speed before slapping the opposite leg again and again. When my legs were sufficiently spread, my legs formed a diamond shape. She set the paddle down on the bed in front of me. “Bend forward; put your nose on the paddle, and Do Not Move Out Of This Position.”

I bend my body down to the bed so my chest was on the bed and my face was now on the instrument that had just set fire to my poor bottom. I must have been quite a sight, my bottom high in the air, legs spread, and everything in between there and in the open for anyone behind me to see. It was then out of the corner of my eye that I saw the belt she had tossed on the bed slide from its resting place. Seconds later I felt it across my bottom as she lined up and took aim with it.

“Let’s see how you like getting spanked with the belt.” Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack She was following through with her arm on each stroke of the belt, covering both buttocks just as the paddle had. Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack, Swish Crack.

I was sure she was drawing parallel lines down my back side and down my legs when she stopped swinging. I didn’t dare move. Then I felt the belt line up again and Swish Crack. This one fell on the left side with the tip of the belt falling in the middle to strike my anus dead center. Swish Crack, another in the same place, I swear I heard a slight moan escape her lips on that swing. Swish Crack, this one a little lower, with the tip of the belt hitting lower. The moan this time was unmistakable, but still quiet. Swish Crack, this time the belt struck my upper left thigh with the tip striking my crotch, dangerously close to my scrotum. Swish Crack, another in the same place, and the moan that escaped her lips was louder. I heard the belt hit the floor as her hand went to my back to steady her.

A moment later, I felt her finger on my anus, and with a push, it effortlessly entered inside me. That finger wasn’t dry, what was on it? As quickly as her finger entered me, she pulled it out. A second finger joined the first and entered me with equal ease. She moved those fingers in and out of me, twisting as she did. After about 10 thrusts, a third finger joined the two and continued the thrusting and twisting. Shortly after that she withdrew her hand and told me to stay there.

She reached into the drawer next to her bed, but I couldn’t see what she was getting. I could feel her moving around behind me, and then she finally spoke calmly, “Take a deep breath.”

I inhaled, filling my lungs full of air. When my lungs were full, I felt the familiar pressure of a butt plug pushing into me. However, this insertion was not going to be like the rest. With slow and equal pressure, the plug continued its entry. I started to pant as the wider portion began to stretch my anal muscle. Usually this is the part where she stops and withdraws a little, but not this time. As the pain of the stretching grew, she continued the slow insertion. I started to pound my fists on the bed as the plug reached its widest point. She paused there for a minute or two, letting the muscle stretch painfully before finally continuing to push the entire device inside of me. “Is this what a girl feels when her vagina is penetrated for the first time in her life?” I thought? “Is this what losing your virginity feels like for a young woman?” The pain was searing and constant. My anal ring closed tight around the intrusion, but relief from the tearing pain I felt was not to be as the stem of the plug still prevented it from fully contracting. Then the cramp set in as the muscle attempted to contract to it’s normal position. “Take it out, it hurts, please take it out” I begged.

“Hold on a minute,” she said as she disappeared into her bathroom. In a moment she returned, “Let me take your mind of that for you”

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat. A new rain of spanks from the back side of a wooden hair brush quickly peppered my already sore and stripped backside.

“How is that, does that feel better?” Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat. Does that take your mind off that plug you are going to wear?”

These spanks were not full force, but they were hard enough to renew the urgency in putting out the fire it was starting.

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat.

A new round of hits focused on hitting right on that plug, the tender area known as the “sit spot,” and the upper thighs. Each swat that was aimed for the flange of the anal plug served two purposes. The part of the brush that contacted the plug drove the plug in just a little bit deeper, forcing the wide end of the flange to stretch an already aching anal passage, while the part that was connecting with the buttocks were hitting a very tender crevice which usually goes protected during a normal spanking. These swings were getting a lot of attention from me,

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat.

I was certain with this new barrage of spanks from her hair brush, a brush I didn’t even know she had, was intended to make sure I remembered this night every time I sat down for the next couple of days. The last ten were given harder than the rest, and all of them landed on the plug. Then she set the brush gently down on her night stand, as if she had just finished brushing her hair.

She reached for the paddle that had been face to face with me for all of this time and said, “lift up.”

“Oh my God, she isn’t going back to that paddle” I thought, a thought that was so quick, it went through my mind before I heard it get dropped to the floor at the side of the bed.

“Roll over.”

“Oh no.” A new thought scared me, she wanted me to roll over on my back, probably to lift my legs as if she were changing a diaper, only to hold my legs straight in the air for more spanking. She seemed to especially like this position. Was it for the extreme exposure it offered, the fact that it stretched the skin of my thighs and buttocks, or was it so she could see the expression on my face each time whatever implement she was swinging made a sharp contact with my bare skin. Once I was flat on my back, her knee landed on the bed right beside my ear. She then swung her other leg over my body as if she were mounting the saddle of a horse. Suddenly, I was staring straight up at her vulva, and it was quickly descending over my face.

Wait. Where were her panties? Through all of the ride home, and walk up the stairs, I imagined her panties drenched with her secretions. There was no time since we walked in the door that she could have pealed them off, was there? No. She had been without panties the whole time. And in the split seconds for that thought process to complete itself, her vulva was pressed into my face. The opening of her vagina landed right on my mouth and her clitoris was rubbing against my nose. She lifted her body slightly and said, “Stick out your tongue,” grabbing a hand full of hair to ensure compliance. No sooner did the words escape her lips, then her body came back down on my face, her legs pressed against my ears, and her vagina impaling itself on my tongue as far as it could penetrate her. Once she felt my tongue enter her, she let go of my hair and used her hands to steady herself as she began rocking her pelvis on my face. She rubbed her clitoris on my nose just right and her moans started almost immediately.

Within a few short minutes, her vaginal secretions started running down my tongue, entering my mouth and quickly filling it. Her moans had reached a higher pitch and I felt her body shake as an orgasm hit her. I had no choice but to swallow the fluid that had pooled in the back of my throat, and I figured that she would soon let me up.

Instead, she lifted herself slightly giving me my first opportunity to catch a much need breath of air. But instead of letting me up, she stayed there as she caught her breath. When she finally got control of herself, she lowered herself back down on top of me again, the pelvic grind starting all over again. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and again she allowed it to enter her vagina. This time, her motions were much more energetic. She was moving around in all directions, her secretions covering my face, her vagina covering my whole nose, and my tongue brushing against her anal sphincter. There wasn’t a part of my face that she didn’t lubricate with her own juices, and I could feel drops of her rolling down my cheeks. She finally settled to rubbing her clitoris on my nose, again landing on my tongue so that it would enter her as deep as its length would allow. Her thrusting started to pick up pace, within a few more minutes she exploded in a full body orgasm. Her entire frame shook, she pressed into my face, and from somewhere within her, a liquid flooded my face, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow, covering my entire head in a wet female coating that cascaded down to soak the comforter we were on top of. When the spasms of her orgasm that were rocking her pelvic organs finally started to subside, she fell off of her position on me and down to the bed.

We both laid there for a few minutes, her trying to catch her breath, and me trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

When she finally regained her composure, she rolled over on her back and brought her knees up, before letting them fall apart. “Come clean me up, clean up the mess you just made.”

Without being told twice, I tried to get up, only to be reminded that I was still naked from the waist down, my pants binding my feet together. This left me with no choice but to roll over and inch worm my way up between her splayed legs. Dutifully I began to lick every part of her that was still covered in her secretions. I started at her lower butt cheeks and worked my way up the inside of her thighs. Then back down to the center, over her perineum, working up until my tongue found its natural resting place in her vagina, up her vulva and over her clitoris. I licked her inner and outer labia as clean as I could get them before returning to lick in the center again. Just when I was thinking I was almost done, she started to breath heavy and rock her pelvis again. She reached down with her hand and grabbed my hair from behind pulling me into her exposed vulva. “My curls” she muttered as she increased the rocking of her pelvis, while simulations using her hand to grind me to the spot that felt right for her. It wasn’t long before another orgasm, this one gentler than the last, overcame her once again, and she let go and laid back as she allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over her body.

We both had been laying there for about 15 minutes when she broke the silence. “You’re hungry. I forgot. Get up, pull your pants up, and let’s go get something to eat.” She rolled off the bed and her summer dress seemed to fall into place, hiding the charms it was covering and everything that had taken place within them.

“Are you going to pull this plug out of me?” I asked

“Did I say anything about a plug? No, I specifically said for you to pull your pants up so we can go. Get yourself neatened up, you’re hungry remember? We’re going out”

With that, I neatened my shirt as best I could, and tried to get my hair presentable. Both of these would have been easier to accomplish had it not been for that vaginal fluid that had saturated parts of both.

Once we were both composed and presentable, she gently took me by the hand and led me out to the car.

When we got to the restaurant she chose, the hostess asked, “Table for two?” Before I could open my mouth to answer, she interjected, “No thank you, we are going to sit at the bar.” We made our way through the dining room and found two unoccupied barstools. As we settled down to the bar, I quickly discovered what she was up to. The minute my butt touched that wooden bar stool, I was quickly reminded of the spanking she had given me, and I gingerly settled myself down. The plug in my anus was the next reminder I received as I sat down further. I saw a smile crossed her face as she saw me wince as I took my seat. This was apparently all by design.

The rest of the evening went along the lines of my original idea. We had a nice dinner, very engaging conversation, and closed the night holding each other’s naked body in our arms, making love for as long as we could stay awake to do so and ending in simultaneous orgasm for each of us.

The next morning, we were awoken to the sound of her phone telling her it was time for her to get up and get ready for work. We showered, dressed and headed out the door. She dropped me off at the airport with a deep passionate kiss before bidding me love and farewell, then heading off to her job.

I made my way through the airport, arriving at my gate just in time to swipe my boarding pass for my journey back home. With my bag secured in the overhead bin, I took my seat. It was then that I shot up out of my seat, again being reminded of the spanking that had taken place the night before. There was no doubt she wanted me thinking about that the entire trip home.