Girlfriend asks boyfriend for Spanking

My boyfriend and I had been approaching a year in our relationship and I starting thinking about an appropriate time to bring up my spanking fetishes. I was contemplating if he would think it would be weird or insane but this fear quickly distinguished when i though of my tiny bottom over his strong knee being spanked like the bad girl that I was.

After work i was driving home and i decided to call him and ask what i thought. But when i called there was no answer… I text him saying that i was coming home and that i wanted to try something new tonight that might involve him stopping at the adult store and buying a few things. I received a text back saying that he was more than excited and was filled with doubt as to what form of sexual interaction might be occurring.

I made sure to get a sufficient list of spanking implements that I thought would be good for the next few weeks of so. The rattan cane, wooden and leather paddles, straps, hairbrushes, handcuffs, other restraints etc… As I sent the text he called me in confusion but with excitement in his voice. I told him it was time i was spanked like a naughty girl and that I would rather anyone but him do the job. He told me he would be home that evening and that he would stop and buy a few things but was definitely embarrassed about it! My response “You will feel the pain of the bathbrush if you don’t hustle up.”

I heard the door open and heard rattling from the bags of spanking implements. I was dressed in my schoolgirl skirt that i had kept in packaging which startled him and a bra. I asked him what he bought and started looking through the bag. He looked at me and started slowly explaining his interest in spanking as well as he took gentle slaps at my exposed bottom. He had came home with a thick wooden paddle, a spanking strap, and a few other miscellaneous implements such as hairbrush, wooden spoons, handcuffs etc.

He asked me how i would like to be spanked and what the rules of the night were. I responded “I am yours tonight and i honestly feel i deserve a harsh punishment for fooling around at work and not paying bills on time.” He agreed and started to grab the handcuffs and untear the wrapping and told me he would be starting out with a hand spanking.

At that point i began to get very nervous but aroused at the fact my boyfriend was actually following through and things were going smooth! So far… He asked me to follow him downstairs to the basement were he is going to have me handcuffed and properly restrained so the spanking will not be disrupted. I agreed and started following him knowing that this might not have been the first time he had done this.

He grabbed me by the waist and started to turn me around so my wrists could be easily be handcuffed. He got me properly set-up and then i felt my ankles also being restrained by restrains i didn’t previously see in the bag. I knew i was in for it and this time i could not even protect my bare bottom from the blows because my wrists and ankles were restrained.

He grabbed me by the waist and started to turn me around so my wrists could be easily be handcuffed. He got me properly set-up and then i felt my ankles also being restrained by restrains i didn’t previously see in the bag. I knew i was in for it and this time i could not even protect my bare bottom from the blows because my wrists and ankles were restrained.

He grabbed the heavy wooden paddle and began holding my waist even tighter. I was begging and crying but allowing the spanking to go on. The paddle would smack my lower bottom on the spank-spot and i could feel the bruises forming. Despite all of this, it was still important to follow through on what I said about being punished to him. His swift spanks started slowing a bit and i could feel his arm getting tired while knowing my bottom was crimson red. I squirmed and asked to me let free so that we could have sex. He refused and told me it was going to be a spanking to remember for months.

At this point i was panicking, my sore bottom could not endure anymore pain! He grabbed the wooden spoon off the bed and started spanking with swift and forceful impact that left my bottom stinging more and more by the stroke. “My mother used to spank me with the wooden spoon and do you want to know what she would do if i acted defiant?” I responded while trying to gain my voice from the tears “No sir i do not know.” The answer was clear… more spanking… “She would spank my thighs and i would cry for hours afterwords.”

My ass was on fire from the paddling and hand spanking and now i could feel my tender thighs being heated up by the stroke intensely. He made sure to get quick and accurate smacks to my upper and lower thighs. I cried and begged for him to stop for what seemed like eternity. He uncuffed me and allowed me to rub my bottom for a good 10 minutes. The following day he asked if I wanted to be spanked and i decided that it was for sure his turn. That night will forever remain precious and memorable.

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