Another Batch of Warm Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler
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“God! You really are a sadist.” She managed to get the words out before he lowered his head again, making it hard for her to think, let alone answer. “You want me to watch two baseball games and also let you spank me hard?”
They picked teams and watched a second game.
Christie started to enjoy their private bet a little bit more this time, even though for each of the first three innings she got one sharp swat. For the next three innings Randy got two swats each inning. Then for two innings it was tied. The game ended with her giving him seven swats on his bare ass, and she gave them quite vigorously. She had finally gotten completely into the spirit of the bet.
As Randy had promised, he took her into the bedroom and made love to her, a rough passionate kind of lovemaking that really fit his prediction of pounding her into the mattress. He spent a lot of time just teasing her, arousing her, sucking her pussy. He raised himself up above her and thrust into her soft, warm cunt. He started slowly and built it up into a crashing explosion. They both noticed that, if anything, the sex was a little wilder and more uninhibited after the light spankings.
The baseball season went on, with each one getting their share of playful spankings. Christie began to like it even though the spankings got a little harder each time. The sex that almost invariably followed got a little wilder each time too.
When football season started they carried on the bets, but only on pro football, not college. They altered the terms, too. They bet swats at the end of the half, over the clothes for the points scored by the opposing team. At the end of the game, the person betting on the losing team got bare-bottom swats for the total points margin. The swats became harder still, and the scores were higher. Then they started betting on the game by quarters.
They also started using a small cutting board of Christie’s as a paddle. It had a rectangular shape, about 4 x 6 inches, and was about half an inch thick; there was a wooden handle and a 4 x 4-inch tile set into the surface. The tile had a rooster painted on it. It stung like hell and made a noisy crack when it came into sharp contact with bare buttocks, but left no marks or permanent damage. The two gamblers both got their share of harder and longer spankings. They only bet on games that they could watch at home, together. Then they could settle up at each quarter and the half, and at the end of the game without waiting to get home from watching the game. The football season was highlighted by red-hot bottoms and hotter sex.
There was an exception to the pattern. They bet on one college game; to them, it was the only college game. It was an old traditional cross-town rivalry in southern California. They didn’t bet by the half or quarters, it was all out on the final score, but it was on total points scored by both teams. The spanking could be given in any way, with any kind of paddle or strap, in any place the winner wished. Christie lost 17-10, for a total of 27 swats.
Randy had Christie get a short length of rope which he used to tie her hands to the showerhead.
Seeing his intentions, Christie gave a nervous little laugh, “You’re going to tie me to the showerhead, how Marquis De Sade of you.”
“That’s not all.” He pulled out a square of black silk cloth. “I’m going to blindfold you too.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” Christie protested.
“Oh yes, I am.” Randy mocked her assertively.
He tied the scrap of silk over her eyes then turned on the water, and with her shower gel he soaped her ass. He played with the lather then turned off the shower and untied her without rinsing the lather off. He had her turn so that her butt was facing the open side of the shower stall, then had her spread her legs as far apart as the stall allowed. He told her to bend as far over as she could, bracing her hands on the tiled wall and sticking her butt out.
Instead of finding something new to hit her with, he used their old favorite paddle to settle the bet. He started to administer the swats, which he delivered quite a bit more energetically than ever before. Each blow was spaced out so that she could feel the pain separately, and each one was given with a hard fast stroke. They really stung her soapy white ass. She gasped and moaned all through the spanking, but only screamed once.
He turned on the warm water and rinsed the soap off her bright pink ass. Then he turned the water off again. He sat on the high step that formed the entrance to the shower stall. Taking her hips into his hands, he began to kiss and lick her butt, her anus, and ducking his head a little, her pussy. Finally, he joined her in the shower, turning the water back on. He had her get on her knees and suck his cock. He stopped her before he came and, bracing her back to the wall, lifted her onto his erect cock. He held her with his strong hands, firmly and not very gently squeezing her sore butt. It was fantastic! The bonus was that they managed all the athletic screwing without breaking their necks!
So it continued until the pro playoffs started. The local team was in the playoffs, and they felt it was even more exciting to watch the game with friends. That’s when they decided they could go out to watch the game and still settle the bets afterwards, at home. They went to the sports bar and watched the game with their friends Bill and Vicki.
At the end of the first quarter, Christie’s team led 3-0. She made a note on her napkin. “That’s three to you, Randy,” she said with an evil laugh. “Is there someplace around here where we can settle up?”
“I don’t think so. Let’s wait until we get home,” he suggested.
“Then I get to give you what you have coming.”
“Don’t worry love, you’ll get some too,” Randy replied with a smile and a pinch on her fanny. “In fact, my team just scored a touchdown!”
He threw her a wink and a pat on the same spot that he had just pinched.
“Come on, what’s the bet you two?” Bill asked. “I’m confused, when Christie’s team scores, she states that Randy is going to get something. Then, when Randy’s team scores, Christie is going to get some. Some what?”
“It’s personal,” Randy answered, while Christie blushed and choked on her drink. “Christie would kill me if I told you.”
“You mean it’s a sexy bet?” Bill persisted. “Come on Christie, are you too chicken to tell us about it? I dare you!”
Christie knew Bill, knew he was curious, knew he was persistent, knew he would keep up with the steady questioning until he found out the answer. She studied him for a moment, staring intently at his brown eyes and his warm, cheerful round face. Finally she seemed to come to a decision.
She downed her drink in one swallow and blurted out, “We bet our asses!”
“What do you mean?” Vicki asked.
“Spankings! We bet swats on the butt, one for each point ahead, by the quarter, and total score at the end of the game,” Christie told the pair, blushing furiously. “I get to give him three swats for the three point lead my team had at the end of the first quarter. So far he gets to give me four at the half. God! Make that ten, no eleven!” she exclaimed as his team scored and made the extra point.
“Kinda makes the ole ass feel warm all over already, doesn’t it love?” Randy patted her butt.
“You beat her?” Vicki was shocked. She shook her head sending her short brown curls springing.
“No, he doesn’t beat me, just playful little spankings. Besides, sometimes I win and I get to paddle his butt!” Christie tried to reassure her friend.
The score remained 14-3 at the half, so it was three to Randy and eleven to Christie. They waited for the second half kickoff. The third quarter was aggravating for both of them as both of the teams threatened, but nobody scored.
Their friends, Bill and Vicki, got caught up in the bet. Bill began to cheer for Randy’s team, although he was usually for the other side, and Vicki started cheering for Christie’s. She really didn’t give a damn which team won, but she was horrified at the very idea of Christie getting a spanking.
Finally