Another Batch of Warm Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler
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was something she had never thought of letting any man do to her.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you,” Randy protested. “Hurting you has nothing to do with it. A friendly, sexy, little spanking isn’t going to hurt. Sting maybe. Smart a little, maybe. But not hurt.”
“Yeah, that part about spanking me very hard doesn’t sound like it would hurt at all,” she sneered. “Why would it?”
“It wouldn’t hurt. It would just sting.” Randy seemed to think that he was making sense, but somehow Christie doubted his logic.
“I think your ass is one of the first things I was attracted to about you. I mean, I love your wavy, long blonde hair, your bright blue eyes and you have a fantastic shape. Your breasts are full and just the right size, large but not too large. I love your personality too,” he said earnestly, wanting her to understand. “You’re intelligent and warm and funny. But it was your ass that got my attention first when I saw you bending over, trying to get that kid’s baseball out from under your car. Without seeing anything else of you, I wanted to go out with you. I love your ass. I’ve always wanted to spank it and to see it turn pink, then red, and get warm. Then, when it’s nice and hot and stings a bit, I want to make hard, passionate love to you, really pound you into the mattress. It’d be fun.”
Randy continued, “I would never do it unless you were willing, and I would always quit when you said to stop. You could trust me, you know that, but I would always want you to be willing to submit. To roll over and uncover your butt, then wait for me to slap it and make it turn bright pink and smart.”
“So what brought this up?” Christie asked suspiciously. “Now, I mean. Why did you decide to play True Confessions just before a baseball game? Is this a sort of plot to get me to watch the damn game without complaining? Am I being distracted or is this a real decision? Is the choice between baseball and a spanking? Baseball sounds like the safer of the two.” She narrowed her eyes and stared at him, “Come on, Randy, I know you had a reason for bringing this up at this exact moment, what is it?”
“Can’t fool you, huh?” Randy almost looked a little guilty, almost. “All right, I was thinking of making a bet, a fun little bet with you about the game. It would make it more interesting for you to watch.” This last part sounded hopeful and yet a bit devious. “Then I remembered how you always say ‘you bet your ass,’ so I figured why not? We could bet swats on each other’s butt. At first, just as an experiment. Later, if you like it, maybe in the future, we can up the wagers a little bit, but never more than you want to bet. Never.”
Christie considered his words for a moment, looking into Randy’s smiling, mischievous face, then arched an eyebrow and said, “So? It’s worse than I thought. It’s not a choice between doing one of two things I don’t really want to do, just to please you. You want to have it both ways. You want me to watch a baseball game, which I think is boring, and have a spanking! Which sounds painful. Fine! Great!” Her voice didn’t sound like she thought it was fine or great.
“You could win the bet, you know,” Randy grinned, “then you’d get to spank me.”
“That’s a thought,” she mused, then went on, “okay, I’ll consider it. Spell out the terms and remember, if you lose the bet I’ll get to give the swats to you!”
Amazing, she thought, how far she would be willing to go to make a baseball game exciting! Even more amazing was how far she would go to please Randy. It’s a good thing he’s worth it.
“Okay. Here’s what I was thinking. At the end of each inning the person betting on the team losing at that point, gets a swat on the butt for every run that their team is behind. Not on the bare butt and not really hard. Okay, so far?”
Christie nodded, thinking that it didn’t sound too bad, yet. She had never really been spanked but several men had slapped her on the ass before. Is it something about her behind? Does it have a bulls-eye on it that only men can see? She wondered.
Randy went on. “After the swats from the last inning of the game, the loser gets a swat for all the runs scored by both teams, bare bottom and much harder. All right? Remember, you could win. I could be the one who gets most of the swats.”
Somehow, Christie decided as she listened to Randy, this bet sounded pretty well thought out. It was not just an off-the-cuff idea. She had never been spanked by anyone, not even as a child, but she didn’t think this sounded too terrible. Baseball games usually have such low scores. Heck, half the time the scores were 1-0, or 2-1.
Christie considered the idea for a little while, then she nodded. “Okay we’ll try it once, and if I don’t like it, that’s the end of it. What if we both want to pick the same team?”
“We’ll cut cards for it.” They shook on the bet just as the game started.
The first game seemed a little bizarre to Christie, her team was leading 1-0 at the end of the first inning but she found it hard to give Randy the swat on his butt. She had never thought of hitting him or anyone else. Not really.
When the score remained unchanged at the end of the second inning, Randy grabbed her hand.
He said, “Come on, Christie, don’t be such a wimp. You hit like a girl. Hit me a little harder please, put some force into it. When it’s my turn to swat your butt, I sure will!” She gave his ass a fairly decent swat and he said, “Better, but you still hit like a girl.”
Christie protested, “But I am a girl!”
“That’s no excuse!” Randy laughed, dodging the pillow that Christie threw at him.
Just then, Randy’s team had a batter hit a home run with two men on. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “You’re going to hit me this time.”
When the inning ended Randy looked at her and asked, “Going to wimp out?”
Randy made some funny chicken clucks but stopped when Christie rolled over and waited for him to give her the swats. He gave her butt two hard, sharp slaps, one on each cheek.
“I love to keep things balanced out,” he explained. “Now did that hurt?”
Reluctantly she admitted, “No, I’ll admit that it didn’t hurt, I hardly felt it.”
“It feels pretty good, I’ll bet.” He gave her a knowing smile.
“Yeah, sure.” She was sarcastic. “But don’t tell my lover because he’s a sadist.” She cuddled up in Randy’s arms.
During the next inning she found out that Randy could watch baseball and kiss at the same time, and very well too. Christie got two more swats at the end of the fourth inning but the score was tied at the end of the fifth. By the sixth inning, she found out that Randy could also suck on a tit and watch baseball, although he almost bit her nipple off when there was a great play! She led by one at the end of the sixth, and this time she laid it on him pretty hard.
At the end of the seventh she got to give him another swat, and at the end of the eighth her lead was two. At the end of the ninth inning the game was tied. In the tenth, disaster struck as she lost 6-5. Eleven swats, bare bottom, and much harder! Christie stared at Randy, her eyes big and round.
Randy gave her the single swat for the tenth inning before he gave her the quiet, firm command, “Zipper, love.”
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and rolled over. She raised her hips to let Randy pull the jeans off her butt and slide her lacy panties down. She waited nervously for him to give her the harder swats on her bare bottom. Which he did, with a vengeance; all eleven were sharp and unmerciful. Each sharp slap made Christie squirm and gasp. They were a lot harsher than the previous swats, but strangely enough she didn’t really mind, not at all.
He rolled her over, and Rick, not being one to waste an open zipper, lowered his mouth to her soft, moist pussy.
“So,” she managed to say to Randy between moans, “is this when the part about pounding me into