I was in Toronto, and after dinner went to the hotel bar to have a nightcap. I ordered my drink and as it wasn't busy the bartender started to chat with me. A few minutes later a couple came in and sat next to me, ordered drinks and began chatting, too. They were ordinary-looking, just like the rest of us, and quite a bit younger than me.
They were hilarious; the type of people who just make you laugh the way they talk to each other and anyone nearby. You probably know the type. They were carrying on about their dinner experience, a business thing with his company, and kibitzing about how she became embroiled in a long discussion with the guy's boss. They were genuinely funny - obviously exaggerating the whole thing in order to make the bartender and me laugh. At one point, he turned to me and asked how he should handle a wife like her. I smiled and said that if she were mine she could expect a good spanking.
She roared (obviously fake) and said she was way too old to be spanked. I disagreed, telling them with a straight face that I had a PhD in Spankology and knew better. I'm not usually that quick, but I thought it was pretty funny.
That led to an imaginative discussion about how you earn a PhD in Spankology. This was humorous in and of itself, but I managed to slip in a few pointers about proper technique and a comment about the erotic aspect of spanking and before I knew it, I was invited up to their room to give a 'spanking lesson.' I couldn't believe my good luck, and neither could the bartender.
In the elevator, I specifically reaffirmed that we were on the same page. I pointed out again that my doctorate in spankology was a specialized degree in Erotic Spankology, and that they were being forewarned.
The joking stopped when she said that she hoped we were on EXACTLY the same page, since she loved to be spanked and that she and her husband often fantasized about another man - an expert, old enough to be her father - spanking her while he watched, taking notes. He said that they love role play, and that she needed to be punished for her behavior at dinner. She chipped in again that she had been very naughty and that whatever punishment I felt was called for should be meted out. She added that the hotter, the better - that she was counting on me having a great imagination and good stamina. I looked at her husband who nodded and said to 'have at it', adding that he was looking forward to watching me 'take this all the way'.
Once in the room, I asked her if she’d been naughty. I wasn’t sure she really wanted the role play thing, but she sure did. She got right into it as he went and mixed himself a drink and then sat in a chair. She pouted and rubbed her eyes like she was crying, and said she doesn’t know what comes over her but she always ends up acting like a little brat. So … I got into it, too.
I cut her off immediately, establishing control even though I wasn’t sure if she was going the brat route or whether she was more submissive. She went for the submissive, which turned out later to be exactly what she had always fantasized about. I told her she was about to get a spanking, and explained to her husband she needed a healthy dose of humiliation as well for having embarrassed him at his company dinner. He jumped right into it too, saying he needed step-by-step instructions on how to take care of his ‘little brat’, and that he wanted to watch closely.She asked exactly what was going to happen, and I told her she would be bent over my knee. Her eyes opened wide and she said she’d never, ever been spanked even as a little girl. Let me tell you, she was really into this. And I’ll take a gal with a great imagination over some so-called knock-out every time. As I sat on the edge of the bed facing her husband I told her to get her ass over to me, which she did slowly and with her eyes down. Taking her by the elbow, I leaned her over my lap. I explained to her husband what I was doing, as I was doing it. The trick in this is to position the lady in such a way that her balance is precarious; that she is somewhat forward-positioned and senses that she could fall on her face. This perception is heightened by securely grasping her wrists behind her back with one hand so she cannot use them to steady herself against the floor.With the other hand, I worked her skirt up over the cheeks of her ass and in order to further the humiliation, slid her very skimpy panties down, but not completely off. They settled quite nicely around her ankles. By now she was whimpering like an academy-award winner, which really turned my crank.I commenced spanking her, explaining to her hubby that done properly, it must begin rather lightly. The contact points must be spread around the target area, and the spanks should vary in timing as well so that the subject cannot anticipate, and react to, a pattern. The slaps should increase slowly in intensity and the goal is to produce a nice, red flush uniformly over the buttocks.As the spanking progressed I told her she had to thank me, which she started to do after almost every slap. Her whimpering eventually became gasps and then groans as she squirmed on my lap. Her movements soon took on a rhythm and pattern that were nothing short of incredible. This is exactly what erotic spanking is all about, but she took it to a whole new level. Her husband was really into it, too and told me that they’d tried this before but he didn’t know there was a real technique to it.I thrust my hand between her legs and found her lips swollen and soaking wet. Her clit was fully erect and was quite large. ‘Pebble’ doesn’t describe it.Bucking her hips and groaning even more loudly, she started rubbing against my hard cock. I called her a little slut, which made her groan even louder and I went back to spanking her again. Her husband had his cock out and started stroking it slowly. I ordered her to spread her legs, and began to alternate the spankings with rubbing her pussy and clit. She got even hotter, and I explained to her husband that the proper way to handle a slut like his wife is to maintain and build up her state of arousal, intermingled with humiliation, without allowing her to cum. They were both really into this and I have to say I was, too. I encouraged her to begin to voice her slutty fantasies until she began to beg to be allowed to cum.At that point, I pulled her upright and had her remove her blouse. I ordered her to pull her bra down so that her tits spilled out the top. Her blouse removed, her bra down, her skirt up and her panties around her ankles, I then ordered her to kneel before me and ‘see what a problem’ she had caused me. She broke a fingernail undoing my belt and opening up my pants, and then I raised myself up a bit so she could pull my pants and underwear down. She went to reach for my cock, and I grabbed her hands and told her she could look at it but she couldn’t touch it.I don’t know whether she was still playing or not and I really didn’t give a damn. She started begging to be able to touch it, to kiss it, to suck it, and telling her husband how much bigger it was than his. I could see I was bigger than him, but I don’t really think it mattered to either one of them. They were really into this.I told her she could play with herself while she looked at ‘a real cock’, but that she couldn’t cum unless I gave her permission. That sent her into a whole new round of begging, so I told her she could just kiss the end. She leaned forward and damned near swallowed my whole prick, so I pushed her back. Her eyes were wide, and she kept saying things like she was a slut and she had to have 'daddy's' cock. One hand was busy between her legs while she pulled and squeezed a nipple with the other. She was begging for me to let her cum, which I refused. Then I told her she could touch me, but only with one hand.Her husband moved closer so he could see better, and took off the rest of his clothes. I asked him if he wanted to fuck her while she sucked me, or the other way around. She spoke up and said she wanted to play with me for a minute and then wanted me to cum in her mouth while her husband fucked her. So that’s what we did.I have played with quite a few couples, and I can tell you these two were pretty good. No jealousy, great sense of humor, and always ready for more. I saw them every other month or so for several years, meeting in a hotel in Toronto. They settled into wanting me to dominate her while he watched and learned how to satisfy her submissive fantasies. I never knew their last names or even where they lived, because that was the way we left it after that first night. We emailed back and forth, particularly between her and I, and she shared the emails with him. I would enjoy playing with another couple like that.
