naughty thoughts

I spent Friday evening on the couch with my laptop, enjoying a little voyeuristic taste of others' sex lives through their blogs. Delicious. This post took me completely over the edge. Patty, the Creative Spanked Wife, spent her Saturday riding her horse out to the country to be tied to a tree and whipped by her husband. By the time I finished reading her story, my cunt was soaked. I needed sex.

I went the den to see if my desires could be fulfilled. We were going away for the weekend, so he was busy at his computer trying to finish a few last minute things. I interrupted, making sure my horniness was apparent.

"What have you been doing?," he quizzed, when he discovered the wetness of my panties.

"Reading blogs, want to fuck me?" I grinned like a naughty little girl.

"Oh? Tell me."

I told him Patty's story and how much it turned me on. Whipping, with a bullwhip! In public! That was probably more than I'd ever do, but just the fantasy was amazing.

"Okay, so you're a naughty little slut who wants to be tied up and whipped. I think that can be arranged," he answered. "Go upstairs, and get setup. I'll be up shortly."

He didn't have to explain how to "get setup." I knew exactly what he wanted. I stripped naked and put on my leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I locked all four and left the keys on the bedside table. I chose three implements - the heavy wooden paddle, the black delrin cane, and the riding crop (sadly, we have no bullwhip, but these were wonderfully painful choices). I laid them neatly on the foot of the bed. I tied two straps around the mattress so that my d-rings on my wrists and ankles cuffs could easily be clipped to carabineers holding me in a spread eagle position. I placed a large pillow in the middle of the bed and lay face down upon it, my ass high in the air.

He walked in shortly, obviously enjoying the view. I was not yet bound, but I had my legs spread and ass elevated so his first glance would be of my cunt. He smiled at the carefully laid out assortment of toys and quickly clipped my four restraints in place.

"You're such a naughty little slut, you know." He surprised me with a sharp slap to my ass cheek.

"Hey! But... I'm a good girl?" Yes, we both know it's a lie. I'm most definitely a naughty girl, and I certainly deserved (and craved) everything I was about to get.

He just laughed and asked me which implement he should use first. When I told him to take his choice, he chose the riding crop. We've only had the crop for a few weeks, but it's quickly become a favorite toy. The sting of the rod combined with the slap of the end drives me crazy. He started hard - OH FUCK, did he ever! He swished the crop against my ass incessantly. I struggled, futilely, against my binds. "Oww, oww, oww!" I screamed. He responded by spanking harder and letting an occasional swat fall on my sensitive upper thighs. My screams grew louder until I could bear it no more. He eased up on the whipping and rubbed his hand over my burning hot ass and across my throbbing pussy. I pressed my cunt against his hand, silently begging for it. He pulled his hand away before I could have my pleasure.

"Your ass is bright red," he smiled. "Ready for the cane?"

"But, but..." The innocent girl routine once again.

"You deserve to be punished, slut. You dripped cunt juice on the sheets."

I wasn't surprised. If I wasn't wet and horny enough before, I certainly was now. He picked up the cane and ran the tip gently across my clit and pussy lips. I moaned loudly, wanting, needing.

"Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me you want it hard," he demanded.

"P...Pl...Please cane me," I managed to whimper.

"Good girl," he smiled again. He started gently with the cane, as he usually does. It can easily cut and leave evil welts if you aren't careful. His light taps just made me want more. My ass was already warm from the crop, and I was ready for a good caning.

"Harder, please?" I squeaked. He quickly obliged, the strokes of the cane falling much harder upon my ass. He raised burning welts on my ass, each one met with screams of pleasure and pain. He drove me to the edge and pushed me into a deep endorphin rush of subspace. I don't know exactly how long the caning lasted, but from that point, I loved every moment of it.

Finally, he put down the cane and picked up the final implement, the heavy wooden paddle. It's actually a cutting board with a handle, but it does the job quite well. "Just a couple more, then I'll fuck your brains out," he promised. The paddle slapped hard against my already well punished ass. I screamed, loudly, in shock as much as anything else. The sensation of switching from the sting of the cane to the immense thud of the paddle was, well, indescribable. My ass felt numb, then burned, then throbbed. He finished with one or two more spanks, then tossed the paddle aside.

Leaving me tied up, he climbed on top of me, and from behind, penetrated my dripping cunt with his hot, throbbing cock. His welcome cock fucked me hard, and I moaned loudly. My ass was on fire from the spanking, my cunt on fire from desire, "Oh God," I cried, "Fuck me hard!" He did just that, my pussy spasming around him as I came quickly. He kept going, driving me into a world of ecstasy. He plunged his cock into me hard and fast, finally bringing me to another orgasm as he filled me with his wonderful cum.

I collapsed, exhausted. He unhooked restraints from the mattress, but I fell asleep almost instantly in a pool of sweat, wrapped in his arms, my wrist and ankle cuffs still locked. What a wonderful night.

I spent the next morning squirming in my seat while driving to our weekend destination, and still on Monday, I have tangible reminders of that night on my ass. Mmmm... truly amazing.