She said it in her absolute sweetest voice. For a 28-year-old woman, she sounded almost like a child. At first, I thought it was cute-ish. She did do that "baby talk" thing sometimes. It came so naturally to her -- not an act -- just an inherent sweetness. I did like it when she called me "baby". She'd look up to me with her big blue eyes and sweet voice and I was like warm butter. It never failed. I never had any woman call me baby before. You know, using terms of endearment - other than honey, or hey asshole? How could I not be putty in her hands? This was love talking -- right?
We had just finished a heated bout of the horizontal mambo, if you get the picture, and the perspiration was evaporating during our cool down. I stroked her long blond hair out of her face. She used her middle finger to lightly circle my left nipple. We held each other close until our breathing normalized. Our once racing hearts were slowing down gradually. I always had the romantic notion that our heartbeats would synchronize and beat together as one. Well, that's just silly and against the rules of human biology. I'm sure there's a book on that somewhere.
Anyway, she kissed my chest as we lay there together, then she turned her head, looked into my eyes and said in a tender voice, "Baby? Next time, I'd like you to spank me."
I raised my eyebrows in question. I was a little shocked by that statement as well as the whole idea. I'd like to think I'm as open minded as any guy in the bedroom, but spanking takes us to the darker side of sex, it seemed to me. I mean, I get visions of dank dungeons, St. Andrew's Cross, bound and gagged, whips and chains -- all that stuff. It didn't appeal to me at all. Spanking belonged in that BDSM category, I thought. I don't think I could be the mean type even on a bad day. Well, maybe, but only if I was good and pissed about something else, but never with her.
"Spank you?! Whatever for? You've been a good girl, haven't you? Brushed your teeth every day, you do a good job at work, you've never crashed the car -- why would you want to be spanked? Isn't that an old punishment or discipline idea that's faded into disuse with today's way of thinking? You're not a troubled child. I mean, your ass is very smooth, round, pretty, and comfortable. Why would you want to hurt that?" I looked down at her exposed butt. She had her leg thrown over mine holding us tightly together. I had the angle, so I swatted her ass cheek with a little smack.
"Oo-OOo", she purred. Then she nuzzled closer to my neck and kissed me as if she were trying to get into my skin with me.
"Keep that up and I'll whack you again," I kidded.
"Oh yeah. That's the spirit. Mmm." she hummed.
So, what else could I do? I spanked her again -- a little harder this time. With all her full body rubbing and twisting, I may have landed an off angle spank this time.
"Yes, that's it."
"Stop that. I'm not doing it. I'm in love with you. Why would I want to hurt your or cause you any pain?"
"I'd like you to bite my nipples, too. You never do that."
"Bite your nipples? Again, that's hurting you. Why would I do that? Nipples are for sucking and licking and whipped cream with cherries on top."
She was perfectly clear in her answer. "Because I asked you too -- very politely, I might add."
"Well, I don't know. I think this crosses some kind of boundary line, doesn't it? I mean, you're so sweet, loving, and sexy just as you are. I mean, am I that boring as a lover? Do you want to be tied up too?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? Which question is that an answer to? Geez. Where do these ideas come from?"
"I don't know. Something I read somewhere, I suppose. I just think it could be fun."
