As I came into my office and sat down in my desk chair, I got a quick, sharp pain across my butt cheeks which almost made me jump back up. I wiggled my butt trying to find a comfortable position before realizing that there wasn't going to be one.
It's been two years since my boyfriend Rob gave me my first spanking. We were playing around and I wasn't sure that he was really going to spank me but he did. And, to my great shock, I liked it. I liked it a lot. When he was done, it let to incredible sex and to the most explosive climaxes I'd ever had to that point. Rob and I spent virtually the whole weekend in bed and, even though he didn't spank me anymore, the memory of lying across his lap on the couch kept my arousal up and I hit a new personal best for the most orgasms in one weekend.
We both had other commitments and didn't see each other until Wednesday when we met up for dinner. We started with plain, routine conversation but I finally couldn't hold it back. "That was one incredible weekend!" I told him.
He gave me a knowing smile. "I enjoyed myself but I don't think I enjoyed it half as much as you did."
"Probably not."
"Want to tell me what it was so we can do it again?"
I stared at him. Was he kidding? Did he really not know? Did I want to admit that being spanked had turned me into an orgasm machine? Well, if he didn't know, I wanted to make sure that he did.
He stared back and then smiled. "Spanking you was just something I wanted to try and I'm glad that you let me do it. But I wasn't ready for how you reacted." Another smile. "You going wild was as much of a turn on for me as the spanking itself."
Going wild? Well, okay.
"Yeah. The spanking was like a trigger but what came after was amazing. The whole weekend was amazing." I blew him a kiss and he smiled one more time.
Our meals came and we paused while the server put them down and warned us about that the plates were hot. She refilled our drinks and when she left us, Rob continued. "Can I assume that you probably want to try that again some time?"
"Yup. You certainly can assume that."
"Good. I do too. But to make sure that we're on the same page, I'd like to make sure that I understand what you want."
"I'm not sure what you're asking."
"Well, okay. You told me to do it because you thought I was mad about you not using a coaster when you put your drink on the table." I nodded. "Do you like the idea of being spanked as punishment for doing something wrong or do you just want spankings as foreplay?"
"Hmmm. I hadn't thought of that." I really hadn't. "Maybe both? If you were only spanking me as a punishment, you might find me doing things to piss you off just to make you spank me. Maybe it's safer if we just thought of it as part of foreplay." He nodded his acceptance and his smile suggested that he liked that idea.
I continued. "But, on the other hand, if you think I've done something that deserves a punishment, you could spank me for that too." Big smile from Rob suggesting that he really liked that idea.
"Okay, another question for you. Just my hand or do you think you want to be spanked with other things too?"
"Other things? Like what?" I admit that I had thought a lot about being spanked since last weekend but I hadn't thought about this level of details. Now that I was thinking about them though, I wondered if I needed to do some research.
"Hairbrush? Belt? Stuff like that?"
I felt the beginning of some wetness forming below. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I liked your hand and it hurt but it didn't do any damage. I don't know what the other things would feel like and if they'd be too much."
"Well, the only way to find out is probably to try them but I think we need a safe word. Do you know what that is?"
"I do." I blushed. Yes, I did know what a safe word was. I had never been in a situation where I thought I'd need one but my tri-sexual friend in college had spoken about it and I now remembered her being proud of something extreme she had done but didn't use it.
"So, before we do anything else, you pick a word and I promise I'll stop if you use it. As far as other things, let's think about that."
I smiled my agreement again and we finished our dinner talking about other things.
* * * * *
Thursday was a tough day at work, particularly since I was distracted by my conversation with Rob. I really, really, really wanted him to spank me again, at least with his hand, and I was intrigued but sort of worried about the idea of "other things." Rob had a quick overnight work trip so we wouldn't be able to get together until Saturday and the wait made me realize how much I wanted it.
I stopped at my favorite taco truck on my way home, then changed my clothes, dumping my bra and replacing my work blouse with a t-shirt. I ate my dinner quickly, then I went on a scavenger hunt around my house, looking for things that might be good for being spanked with. I started in the kitchen, looking through the drawers. I pulled out a solid plastic spatula and, feeling brave, I snapped it against my palm to judge what it might feel like on my butt. It wasn't really heavy and was flexible so, to be honest, I didn't feel it that much. I put it on the table as my first "maybe."
When I got my first apartment, my mom had helped me equip the kitchen by giving me her old and duplicate utensils. Some of these were useful and others found their way to the back of the drawer and were rarely pulled out. I pulled one out now. It was an old, wooden stirring spoon. It didn't seem that heavy but was definitely solid. I gave it the hand test and was surprised by the sting it generated. It was heavy enough that it would probably hurt a lot if I got a long spanking with it. I put it with the spatula and, with my hand still smarting, I finally understood the value of a safe word.
I picked up the spatula and spoon and carried them to my bedroom, dropping them on my bed. I returned to my living room where I have a small desk and opened the drawer to see what was there. I found a standard one-foot wooden ruler and an eighteen-inch metal one. I was going to try the wooden one on my palm first but I decided that if I kept testing things there, the cumulative hitting was going to add up. So, I aimed it at my butt. I was wearing the slacks that I had worn to work. They weren't that thin, but they weren't thick enough to provide protection like jeans would have.
The ruler was fairly light weight and had less give than the plastic spatula. I think with someone else using it, I would probably feel something but maybe not. Another maybe.
The metal ruler though was different. I tried it on my palm and my butt cheek.
On my palm, it didn't feel heavy but gave me a distinct sting. Then, I tried in on my butt, moving to a new area and it definitely gave more of a sting than a painful spank. I don't know what gave me the idea but without thinking about it, tried it across each of my boobs. Definitely more sting than pain and my nipples immediately popped up. Hmmm.
Rob had mentioned a hairbrush so I went into the bathroom to get mine. Actually, I have two of them. One I keep in my travel bag. It's smaller and lighter. Testing it, I decided that it was pretty similar to the feel of the wooden spoon. Next, I picked it up my regular hairbrush which was sitting next to the sink. It was wider than my travel brush and I immediately noticed how much heavier it was. Playing it safe, I only tried it on my butt cheek. I didn't even hit myself that hard but the impact was certainly noticeable and I suspected that I was gentler with myself than Rob would be.
I went back to my bedroom and added the two hairbrushes to the pile. I looked around but didn't see anything that would be good for spanking but when I glanced toward my closet, I realized that I had several things there to check out. First, I took a wire hanger from the line of blouses and stretched it out. I swung it back and forth and flinched at the sound of it swishing through the air. When I swatted my butt with it, the hanger was long enough to reach both of my butt cheeks and when it hit there, it stung. A lot. Like damn.
Also hanging in the closet was a belt organizer with my collection of belts. Most of them were fairly lightweight, designed to wrap around a dress but not to hold anything up. I also had some heavier belts that I wore with jeans. The experimental swats with the lighter ones confirmed that a spanking with them would be more symbolic so why bother? I tried the heavier leather belt and, yeah, I felt it. It hit across both cheeks but where the wire hanger stung, it was heavier--thuddy. I realized that the various toys--were they really toys?--now collected on my bed varied not just in how hard they hit but also in the type of feeling they gave me. I wasn't sure which feeling I preferred so that might take some more experimenting.
* * * * *
When I was finished scrounging through my apartment, it was almost time for my planned RocketTalk with Rob; we like to touch bases daily, particularly when one of us is on the road. Thinking about our discussion last night and searching my house for things that we could play with had started to raise my arousal level. It wasn't unusual for us to tease each other while we chatted but we hadn't gone into full cyber-sex mode, at least not yet.
Since he had left me home alone and horny, I decided that some teasing was in order. I was wearing a t-shirt without a bra so I tucked the end of the shirt into my pants holding it taut against my boobs. I grabbed my laptop and aimed it so that the camera was focused on me. It didn't take much but I played with my nipples to make sure that they were standing up. He says that he can instantly tell when I'm not wearing a bra but I'm not sure how noticeable it will be on his screen. I'm sure I can find ways to make sure it is.
When he came on, I could see that he was lying on a bed in a typical hotel room. I was in a similar position, lying in my bed with some pillows propped up against the headboard. We chatted about work and he suggested that the city he's in might be a good vacation destination someday. When we ran out of the normal I-miss-you conversation, I changed gears.
"So, I was thinking about what you were saying about other things to spank with." I brushed some imaginary lint off of my boobs and waited for him to respond.
"Oh? And what were you thinking?"
"Well, I was wondering if this is the type of thing you were talking about?" I picked up one of the hairbrushes and showed it to the camera. "Or maybe this?" I suggested showing him the spatula. "There are always these." I picked up a couple of belts and held them up.
The expression on Rob's face is priceless. It's a bit stunned but he looks like he wants to jump through the screen to me. It might be wishful thinking on my part but I think his expression was also "what did I ever do to deserve this woman?"
I continue with my show and tell. "Or do you prefer this one?" The wooden spoon. "I'm not sure if it would work." I rolled over and making sure that I was visible on the screen, swatted myself with the spoon on my panty covered butt. "What do you think?"
It took him a bit before he responded. "I think that looks like it would work great and I can't wait to try it out."
