Saturday Spanks: Spank-O-Gram -- #RomanticKink #Humor #SaturdaySpanks

Happy Saturday!

I’ve got a fun Saturday Spanks excerpt for you, from my short story collection Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink. This is from a humorous tale entitled “Spank-O-Gram”.

“Vell then.” She seated herself on the couch, back straight. Her taut skirt rode up, exposing her meaty thighs. “On my lap. I do not have time to vaste.” I noticed that her eyes were light, a grayish blue the color of Siberian ice. “Unless you vant to lean over a chair...”

“No—um—your lap is fine. But...” I marveled at my daring. “Maybe I could spank you instead?”

“No, no, that is spankee-gram! Much more expensive. Not that this service is cheap, of course. I am the best spanker on the vest coast. Your friend requested me especially. On the Internet.”

'But who...?” I began, though I had some suspicions.

“Anonymous gift.” She cut me short. “Now, get in position. Or do I have to wrestle you down? I vas Commonwealth of Independent States vomen's champion four years in a row...”

I believed her. Would she really force me to take a birthday spanking? I wasn't sure I liked the idea, but my cock did.

“You have ten seconds,” she told me. She arched one eyebrow. “If you're not ready by then, I vill leave.”

“No, no, don't leave!” Awkward and embarrassed by the lump in my shorts, I struggled to arrange myself across her lap. With my chest on the sofa and my pelvis cradled by her warm, well-muscled thighs, my knees didn't quite reach the floor.

Professional that she was, she saw my problem immediately. She tossed a pillow onto the carpet. “Here. Ve don't want any rug burn. No, only your ass should be red.” She laughed at her own pleasantry, a short bark that sent chills up my spine.

I squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable. My cock stretched crosswise across her legs and pressed against my belly. It was sweet torture.

Slowly and deliberately, she pulled my shorts down to expose my butt. I felt myself blush like some kid. My erection throbbed, separated from her firm flesh by nothing but a layer of thin nylon. 

“Let me varn you,” she said. “I do not want your nasty gunk on my suit. If you come on me, I vill really punish you. I have a selection of canes in my car. Do you understand?”

“Yes—um, yes, ma’am,” I mumbled. The mention of the cane only made me harder. I folded my arms under my head, breathed deeply and tried to relax.

“Are you ready, Mr. Sandberg? The contract specifies fifty strokes.” She gave one of my buttocks a light squeeze, as though testing its resiliency.

“Fifty?” Could I take that much? But after all, she was just a woman...

“You can refuse,” she added, as though reading my mind. “Othervise, sign the consent form.”

Without dislodging me from her lap, she reached over to retrieve her clipboard and shoved it in my face.

I didn't bother to read the fine print. I just scrawled my signature at the bottom.

“Good. Let's begin. If you vant me to stop, you must say the vord ‘purple’. Understand?”

I just nodded. Every second she delayed made it worse—both the fear and the lust.

Her first slap landed on my right cheek. The sound of flesh on flesh drowned out the TV. My ass stung though I'd been pricked by a hundred needles. Heat flowed out from the point of contact, across my bare skin, waking every nerve.

“One. I vill count,” she added. “So you can concentrate.”

Smack! Her palm landed on my other cheek. “Two.” I reveled in the dual burn. Slam! “Three.” She aimed for the same spot as her first spank and I felt the difference, a throbbing ache under the raw sting. “Four.” I groaned as she returned to my left. “Five. Six.” The balance between pleasure and pain shifted from second to second. “Seven. Eight. Nine.” When she made contact, my ass screamed in protest. Then trails of delicious fire skittered away from the spot she'd hit. I twisted and writhed, trying to get away from her inexorable hand, succeeding only in amplifying the sensations.

My cock rubbed against the slippery nylon, so swollen I was sure I'd burst any second.

“Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” She was as regular as a metronome. I knew exactly when she'd strike. That did not make it any easier to bear. She picked up the tempo as she reached twenty, and also increased the force. Maybe she thought I was getting used to it. Fat chance. I gasped and groaned, my butt pulsing with heat under her skilled palm.

“Twenty nine. Thirty.” She paused. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I discovered that I was shaking.

She peered down into my face. “Do you vant me to stop? Your ass is red as the flag on Lenin's tomb.”

“Um—no, no ... go on. The full fifty...”

“One moment. My hand is getting sore.” I felt her shift underneath me, then I caught the rich smell of tanned leather. My cock leaped. “Good think I brought my gloves. Twenty one!”

Spank Me Again, Stranger #SatSpanks #FreeStory #Birthday

Welcome to another Saturday Spanking!

My post today is from my short story “Spank Me Again, Stranger”.

Dumped by her boyfriend of two years on the eve of her birthday, Audra escapes to rural New Mexico to visit her older sister on her ranch. Marnie insists they go celebrate at the local watering hole. Audra’s not sure what to expect, but it’s certainly not a spanking on stage from the band’s front man!

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Voices buzzed, filling a lull between songs. Hector was up on stage, whispering something in Jake's ear. With a thrill that was only part horror, Audra realized she was the topic of conversation. Blood rushed to her nipples and earlobes, deepening the hunger in her sex. Hastily, she returned her attention to her Budweiser. But it was too late.

“Hey everyone! Quiet down now! Quiet down. Welcome to the Drunken Cactus. We got a very special guest here with us tonight – all the way from New York City.”

“Whooee!” Cheers and whistles interrupted the musician's gravelly voice. “Hush now! Quiet, you all! It's Audra's birthday – we won't ask which one, that wouldn't be polite – and she's decided to celebrate with us.”

“Yay!” 

“Happy Birthday!”

“So let's give her a big country welcome, people! Audra – come on up so we can wish you a proper happy birthday!”

Jake grinned at her, his fists closing and opening as if he'd haul her up bodily if she refused his invitation. His size, his strength, the overwhelming presence of him, both scared and attracted her.

“Oh – no, that's okay – really...” Audra felt like she was thirteen instead of thirty. What had happened to the sophisticated, self-confident Vice President of Product Development?

“Get your butt up here, gal.”

“No, please....”

“Don't make me have to climb down off this stage, young lady...”

His implied threat pierced her confusion and turned it to something darker. Would he really force her to join him?

“C'mon, Audra!” someone yelled. “Be a good sport.”

“Audra! We want Audra!” came calls from the far end of the bar.

“Grab her, Jake! Wrastle the filly if ya need to.”

Jake crouched at the edge of the wooden platform, his massive thighs stretching his jeans almost to the point of tearing. His eyes, Audra noticed, were the clear blue of the New Mexico sky. He stretched out a hand. “Don't be so shy, little one.” His voice was low and gentle, as if he was soothing a skittish animal.”I know what you really want.”

Refusals echoed through Audra's mind. But her body wasn't listening. As if in a dream, she grasped the proffered hand. It totally swallowed hers. The musician tugged; the next thing she knew, she was standing beside him on the stage, unsteady on her heels, while hoots and catcalls swirled around her.

He hadn't released his grip on her. “There now. That's not so bad, is it? Now everyone, let's wish our guest a happy birthday.”

The glare of a spotlight made it difficult for Audra to make out the faces in the crowd. Where the heck was Marnie?

“And now, it's time for your birthday spanking.”

“What the hell...? What do you think you're doing...?” Audra sputtered as Jake seated himself on his stool, seized her around her waist, and flipped her onto her stomach, across his lap.

New waves of heat shuddered through her. He cupped her bottom through her skirt and she thought she'd burst into flame. His huge hand completely covered her right cheek.

“It's a tradition here at the Drunken Cactus, gal. Don't you city folks do that sort of thing?”

Audra's mind flew back to the sweet little flogger she'd purchased for her abortive celebration with Rick. She'd hoped she could persuade him to give her a taste of those soft leather thongs... but that was different. Wasn't it?

Apparently not, if one was to judge by the state of her pussy. She was swollen and soaked to the point that she worried she'd wet his trousers.

“Ready?”

He squeezed her plump buttock. She couldn't stop herself from grinding against him.

“I think the lady's ready.” The banjo player chuckled as he addressed the crowd. With exaggerated care, he raised her skirt to expose her silk underwear. She knew the soaked patch between her thighs would be obvious to him. She prayed her shame wouldn't be visible to the audience.

“Now, sweetness, I know you can't be more than twenty five.” Jake turned his attention to her other cheek, kneading the flesh, melting her last resistance. “So I'll give you twenty five spanks – on each side.”

“No....ow!” she wailed as his enormous palm smacked into her. The fabric of her panties muted the sting to some extent, but the blow still hurt.

“One,” Jake intoned.

“Ouch!” Audra screamed and kicked as he landed a second, harder slap on the opposite side. Her shoe clattered to the stage.

“Two.”

“Ow...oh...!”

“Three. Would you rather count, birthday girl?”

“Argh! Ow! No! No...”

“Four.”

Each time his hand made contact with her butt, the pain grew. Perhaps he was using increasing force. Yet somehow that didn't interfere with the simultaneous pleasure. She jerked away from the blows, using the movements to rub her pubis against the iron hardness of his thigh muscles. Her clit felt enormous and tight, as though it might explode from the friction. Her lacy bra stimulated her nipples, which knotted into rigid peaks of need.

Meanwhile, her ass was on fire. Each stroke stung when it landed, but before long that transmuted to a throbbing ache. New slaps layered bright lines of pain on top of the older, deeper sensations. She imagined that if he were to bare her buttocks, they would pulse like red hot coals.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, Jake paused his spanking and began to peel the damp fabric of her panties away from her punished flesh.

“No...” she whimpered. “Please...” Instead of struggling, though, she allowed her body to go limp. As the muscles in her abdomen went slack, she sensed the hard bulk rising from his crotch and felt a flash of triumph. He wasn't as much in control as he seemed.

In seconds her naked rear was exposed to his eyes and his hands, her bikini bunched near the crease where her buttocks met her thighs.

“My, my, you're the color of one of them East Coast lobsters,” he crowed. “Can you see her butt, ladies and gents?” He scraped a fingernail across the fullest, most battered part of her ass. Sensation shot through her, fierce and sharp as lightning. Audra honestly couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain.

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