creamy bottom,” Jesse laughed. “It’ll look perfect with a few red streaks. Of course, when I said six, I meant from each of us.”
Janine squirmed against Jesse’s firm hold.
“And now… ” That was her only warning; James gave her six quick, smart cuts with the cane, not especially severe but each left a pink line.
The two men traded places and Jesse gave her six cuts, even harder, before they let her go. James put her into the corner and offered Jesse a cocktail. They sat and relaxed, watching her, and talking about her.
Finally, James said, “I’m going to lunch. Turn around girl.”
She faced him and watched in dismay as he unloaded a tape from the VCR. He grinned, “I’ll watch this tonight.”
Jesse walked over to her and took her face in his hands. He kissed her tenderly and gathered her clothes, handing them to her.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been rude to you Jesse.” She had tears in her eyes. “I really am.”
“It’s all right, honey.” He kissed her again. “I liked your spirit and your attitude but I like your red bottom even more.”
James came back from lunch and found his office empty. Jesse and Janine were both gone. James smiled to himself as he sat at his desk and called his wife. “My love, you’ll never guess what happened today.” He smiled as she spoke to her.
“Let me guess,” Suzanne laughed. “You and Jesse are causing trouble again, right?”
“Of course,” James said proudly.
“And there’s a warm pink female bottom involved,” she guessed.
“Right again,” he sighed.
“And it’s not mine, right?” She sounded put out.
“Only partially right,” James teased. “Yours will be red soon enough, girl,” he warned.
“Okay then. I love you,” she said softly.
“Tell me later love, when I have you bare bottomed and over my knees,” he ordered.
“I will but… ” she sounded hesitant, “will it make you go easy on me?” There was a pleading tone in her voice.
“Hell no! You’re getting it long and hard!” he almost shouted.
“Thank God! But what about the spanking?” she quipped.
“Do you feel like a severe spanking, Suze?” he asked.
“Truthfully?” She paused thinking, “Not at the moment, but I’ll think about it all day and by the time you get home I’ll be more than ready.”
“So will I,” he warned.
“Okey dokey.” She hung up.
That night Janine made a mess again. It was not as bad as before; instead it was staged so that it would be much easier to clean up, but it looked messy.
Jesse came in, shook his head and grinned, “You know what’s coming. Take off your skirt.”
“Jesse, please don’t,” Janine said, but her pleading tone did not match the gleam in her eyes.
“Did you know, my dear, that the sofa in James’ office folds out into a bed?”
“No, I did not,” Janine said softly.
“It’s perfect for resting after a spanking,” Jesse said.
“Will I be resting alone?” Janine asked quietly.
“Not if you don’t want to. You may want someone to kiss and cuddle you,” he winked at her.
“I’m sure I will.” Janine unzipped and dropped her skirt. “I’ll bet I need to be cuddled for a long, long time.”
At James’ home, watching the tapes came first, right before Suzanne got a long hard spanking followed by a long hard cock. She enjoyed both very much indeed. As for Janine, she and Jesse had three kids before she ever got to see the darn tape, and then she had to watch it face down over his knees.
Does it help to find out that the faceless janitor is almost a millionaire? Or is it more important that he’s slightly kinky? Anyway, you never know who you’re ignoring and what he’ll do to get your attention and respect.
Three Personal: Command Performance
What happens when the teasing and kinky games get you hotter and hotter? How do you let your man know when the time is finally right to move on to a new game? A different, maybe even better game?
Ann always thought of Jerry as her lover even though they still had never really made love. Well, that’s true but it’s not entirely accurate. They had made love in several very explicit and sexual ways. They had just not had actual sexual intercourse. There was a reason for their continued abstinence of course, Jerry had a wife. He got married about three weeks before he met Ann, almost sixteen years ago.
After Jerry gave Ann that first memorable spanking, it was several days before they tried it again. Soon, they had a set of unspoken but firm rules. This is generally how they handled the sexual spankings: First, the person being spanked, and sometimes it was Jerry, was the one in control despite appearances to the contrary. That’s what made it a fantasy.
Second, although the spanking could smart and sting quite a bit, the point of it was not to hurt the other person. It was for fun and done in a loving manner. These spankings were usually followed by the lovers using their hands or sometimes mouth to bring their partner to orgasm.
Jerry thought, and probably still does to this day, that these spankings were originally his idea. Being a man, of course he was wrong. He had been carefully led into the idea by Ann. The spankings were something she had wanted to try long before she ever knew Jerry, but she had never met a man she could trust enough with whom she could discuss the subject. That is, not before she met Jerry. She trusted him implicitly.
She had planted the idea of erotic spanking in his head almost without uttering a word. It was easy. He had always loved giving her a sharp, stinging swat on her firm well-rounded butt. All she had to do was respond to a swat with a smile or a casual remark.
“Ooh, that felt good,” she’d say, rubbing the swatted area and grinning at him.
Or, “You beast!” She’d complain, “I’ll get you for that.” But her smile would be wide and wicked, full of promise.
Jerry was slow to take the hints, but Ann stepped up the campaign. She was reading when he came over one night, and she showed him the book. It was a spanking novel. She asked him if he thought it was sexy. On another occasion, she had an open copy of a book about people’s sexual fantasies, with some of the fantasies marked with a faint red mark in the index. Jerry thumbed through the book and realized that all the marked fantasies involved spankings. She even used old John Wayne movies, the ones
