Tortured Red Bottoms: A Study of Modern Day Spanking in Everyday Life
Author: Dr. Garth Mundinger-Klow
Twack! Smack! Crack!
Oh the familiar sounds of spanking fiction--only, in this case, or these cases, this is not fiction but fact. You will meet real people who talk about real spanking in real lives.
The question is: why is spanking so popular? In the bedroom, in our sex lives, in books? What makes it so sexy and titillating? Does it go back to when we were children and being disciplined by that fearful parental hands? Is it the endorphins released into the blood stream? The taboo nature of lust mixed with pain?
Or is it something more base and primitive?
This study focuses on male and female subjects who have explored the sensuality of spanking in their sex lives--between dating couples, married couples, people who just met, people who work together--and told their stories to me to better understand just why it is they enjoy this behavior.
"Why don't I teach you a little lesson?" he whispered into my quivering ear.
He turned around and sat on the bed, pants still on and hard dick straining the dark denim.
"Come lay down on my lap."
I complied. I sashayed over to the bed and gingerly bent over at the waist on top of his lap, arching my back so that my ass stood up in the air perfectly. I parted my legs a little; now he had easy access to my pussy.
He began rubbing my ass ever so softly.
"Have you been very bad today?" he asked.
"Yes, I have been very bad today," I said. "This morning, while you were asleep, I fingered myself in bed beside you and covered my fingers in pussy juice."
"Is that all?" and his hand fell hard along my left butt cheek, stinging like fire and sending electricity to my pussy.
I winced in pain.
"No. This afternoon, when I was supposed to be working, I sat around having a sex fantasy about you."
This time he hit the other cheek and the exquisite burning radiated.
He said, "I'm going to give you five swats now. Then, I'm going to check to see if you really are a bad girl."
He hit with three great strikes in a row, each more forceful than the last. He stopped and began massaging my ass with one hand. My skin was warm and sensitive, though his touch was light. Then, his fingers began probing my pussy and they found my inner lips soaking with juice.
"This isn't looking good for you so far," he said with disappointment
He thrust two of his meaty fingers deep in my cunt all at once, making me shiver with shame and wet desire.
He hummed. He gently finger-raped my pussy and slipped in third finger. I felt so full with love. His large hands, those massive paws, always made me dizzy.
"Looks like someone's a dirty little slut. Know what I do to sluts?"
"We give them many more swats. How about ten more?"
I wanted to say fifteen.
He started off slowly, lightly smacking the fleshy part of my ass, my ass still tender from the short spanking I'd already gotten. Each slap became a little harder, and each stinging blow made my cunt ache all that much more.
His ten swats were over, and he again began to rub my ass.
Tears flowed from my eyes like they were two wet pussies.
"Now your ass is so pretty. I wish you could see this handprint," he said, and lightly traced its outline with his index finger. "You know, I think your ass could be even prettier. Get on your hands and knees in front of me…and present yourself."
I complied, head tucked away on the bed covers, ass parted and ready...
Are you, dear reader, ready for what's inside?