You like spanking stories? Then you will love my life, because my life is one spanking story! Yes that's right, I like to get my ass spanked! Who can claim to get spanked by their man and love it too? I can!
The first time
Actually, I had a very normal life with a very normal partner by my side. The sex was always vanilla, that is, quite normal. It was nice but, over the years, I realized that I was missing a little peppiness. The everyday life was dull and gray, I wanted to be able to enjoy at least in bed some fire. It came as it had to come, I separated from my partner.
Sometimes another man was to blame for the separation. He got on the train every morning at the same station as I did. At some point he began to greet me and we always sat down in the same seats. One day he asked if he could invite me for coffee. I agreed and accompanied him. The coffee was to be at his home. I was excited and loved having the courage to just say yes.
We didn't get much further than behind the apartment door. Hanging right behind the entrance was a huge arsenal of floggers, paddles and whips. At first I was shocked, but at the same time I had to smile a bit. The man, who was obviously a complete stranger to me, took a flogger from the wall and asked if I would like to try it out.
What did I have to lose? I agreed! So I experienced my first time spanking! But of course in a gentle way. Finally, he did not want to scare me.
He put me still in the hallway against the wall, undressed me and I stood with naked back in front of him. The flogger consisted of many soft, almost lint-like, welts. The tassel stroked gently tickling my back. Down and up, down and up, down again to the buttocks.
At the buttocks the flogger tickled particularly strongly. Then the stranger pulled out and slapped me the thing on my shapely buttocks. First left, then right. Wow! It was like an explosion. First the gentle tickle, then the sudden, unexpected slap, followed by a slight pain.
It made me so insanely hot that I now wanted this guy so badly. I let him take me on the spot, and then I pushed a second number in his bed.
Oh man, the best coffee in the world ...
Getting to know and trying out
Only afterwards we exchanged names. His name is André. Oh, in case you're interested, my name is Mandy. In the meantime André and I are married. But before that we had a nice time getting to know each other and trying things out. I got to know every single piece that was hanging on his slave wall. I became his slave, piece by piece, almost unnoticed.
Well, at least he thought I didn't notice so much. At the same time, I was just very happy to fit into this role. I wanted to experience more spanking stories and enjoyed my entry into the BDSM world.
From the flogger we switch to a paddle after a few times. Great what a difference it makes in what you get your butt filled with! Last but not least, I got to know the whip, which really has it in it. For days I could not sit or lie properly. It was a very hard number, but still somehow beautiful.
In addition, there were various bondage games. My André has a wonderful way to tie up and knot artistically. He puts my athletic body in positions that I had no idea were possible.
He took photos and videos of all side. Me with bruised breasts tied up like a gift package, yet open to be used. I began to live my true dream.
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Wedding and a life together
Our wedding was very beautiful. We got married in the registry office and celebrated in a BDSM club with a sex stage. Here we pushed a horny number in front of all the guests, so he could show everyone what he now owned! Our wedding night was definitely different than all the others!
By now I am aware of all the possible positions in which you can be tied up. And yes, so slowly we run out of new percussion instruments, but we know how to use the old familiar again and again. I am a slave and André is my sugary creative master!
For me there is nothing more intimate and loving to feel than the strokes with the paddle, the flogger, the crop or even with a great bullwhip whip. Each stroke is full of love and affection. It is a beautiful pain that my husband and I share. When I stand helpless and naked in front of him.
I see him lunge and I can already hear the whoosh of air, I get goosebumps and look forward to the collision with the object. The actual sex is a minor matter with us and runs partly even really cuddly. That, what connects us much more, is the spanking itself.
