Spanked Kara Pt. 01

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All characters in this story are over the age of 18, the situations in this story are entirely fictional and creations of the author, and any resemblance of characters to existing persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Although a first work, you can tell where the story is going soon enough. If you like it, say so, and we'll go on. I've listed it in the Loving Wives category but it also could have been mild BDSM and follow up stories into the Exhibition category. Hope you enjoy.

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It is not difficult to understand how my husband John came to know my need to be spanked. He is very perceptive. He learned early in our relationship how a tap on my butt or more when we were being amorous would send me to higher levels of passion.

We married over 20 years ago and spanking was sometimes part of our foreplay. But since then, like many couples, although always sweet and passionate, our love making became more conventional over time. That is understandable too. Other aspects of life took priority. We had three children, raised them, and got them off to college. John started a successful insurance agency that occupied much of his time and mind. I worked too, managing his office.

Certainly, while the kids were growing up and at home, our "special" turn-on was just not a practical part of our lives. I do not think either of us wanted to explain yelping sounds coming from the bedroom or why mommy had to sit on a cushion sometimes. But now that our youngest was off to college, my mind has been wandering back and wondering. This is the story of how things have started heating up again including my butt!

Last week, John surprised me with a new dress for my 45th birthday. There he was, smiling in the kitchen standing behind a little cupcake with a candle in it when I got home startling me with a shout, "Happy Birthday darling!"

I was not really surprised at the gesture, because he always remembers my birthday. Of course, I complained unrealistically, "You need to forget about my birthdays! I don't want to get any older!"

John pouted, "Well then I guess you won't want this birthday gift I got you" producing a small box from behind his back.

"Hmmm," I purred, "well, you can always give me a gift no matter the occasion." and I walked up to him, gave him a big hug and thought... Was that a bulge I felt? My suspicions were confirmed when I opened the box on the table and lifted out the tiniest, slinkiest dress!

I had to give him the biggest smile because I could not remember the last time he bought something sexy for me to wear. Obviously, he had already been thinking about how I might look in it. I had to chuckle, "um... John, where is the rest of it?"

He retorted, "oh come on... you'll look great in it, and besides, it stretches." He had obviously put a lot of thought into this. He urged, "Why don't you try it on?"

I was so flattered. I may have even blushed and responded too quickly, "hmmm... ok." I scurried off to the bedroom, wondering too how I would look in it.

I had always stayed in shape as an avid runner. Now I speed walk to keep a firm butt and slim legs. As I unbuttoned my work clothes, I grinned looking down at the tight knit garment on the bed. The fabric had a soft feel and gave off a blue sheen in the light and it was really stretchy just like John had said. I worried that it would unseemly show panty lines and bra lines. So, I went without.

I wasn't sure it would fit without looking a little ridiculous or too slutty, but if John wants to see me in a practically painted-on outfit, I am more than willing! I stretched it open, stepped into it naked and pulled it up as it molded to every contour of my body. It was strapless leaving my shoulders bare, and my 34C breasts just covered above my nipples, showing off all my cleavage between. The I realized, I could not pull it up ANY higher because the bottom was already at upper thigh! I turned in the mirror and could see the toned lines of my butt so obvious. I had to giggle.

I walked out. When John saw me, his jaw noticeably dropped. He quickly composed himself, and said sarcastically, "oh yes, I really should have bought more dress".... and under his breath "NOT!" His smile was so charming if not almost evil!

I stood there with my hand to my mouth covering a huge smile while realizing I was getting moist as he ogled me and my nipples were already primping out the fabric.

At 5 feet tall and only 100 pounds, despite my tone, I am no comparison physically to John's 6 feet and 180 pounds of man muscle. I think when we were dating back in the day, some people thought we were an odd couple due to the size disparity. Our friends may not have completely understood my attraction to tall strong commanding men since I have an assertive personality. But everyone has a "type" right?

As for John, all his tall friends both men and women would just smile and be surprised at how at ease and confident I was around all of them. None of them knew the depth of how that played out in private for us. John was never mean or forceful, at least not in any way that I would object, but I loved it when he took control of me physically.

In addition to our "love taps", struggling a little in futility in John's able grasp would get me hot and he learned that too.

It was typical for John to initiate our love making. After we got home from the office, we might sit together on the sofa watching the 6 o'clock news on TV with his arm around me. He might grasp both my hands pulling them gently behind me so that he could get access to the buttons of my blouse. Without saying a word, "plink," "plink," "plink" one by one he would start and slowly undress me. I would giggle at first and then pretend to object saying "John, come on baby, can we watch the rest of the news?" I might test to see if I could free my hands at all, but that was useless.

John would continue what he was doing keeping my hands pinned behind me and say something like, "you watch the news. I'll watch you" while he then unzipped my skirt. I might struggle but by now I was lost in it. I knew my bra and panties were coming off no matter what. It was our foreplay. John would initiate, I would fake my objections and then I would gladly let him take my choices away.

But back to today...

John came over to me looking down with eyebrows raised. He knew I was starting to melt from his commanding gaze as he reached down and around my back. He sensuously slid his hand down my back confirming his visual assessment that I was wearing nothing underneath and said in a deep tone "You are a naughty, naughty girl."

My eyes met his looking up and then, to my surprise there was an audible, "Whack!" My eyes went wide as I felt a definite sting on my right butt check. I gasped a high pitched, "Eekk!!" and started laughing.

John started laughing too, maybe at his own boldness, though there was nothing ever shy about him. I knew he was getting more excited. He leaned down and gave me the deepest kiss, pulling me up to him. The sting on my backside and the softness of his lips combined to make me tingle all over. I put my arms around his neck lovingly and returned his kisses with encouragement.

We both knew what was going to happen next. He took both my hands in one of his, led us back into the bedroom, tugging me along playfully as he said, "Come on baby, I need to enjoy your birthday gift." John easily slung me around and literally tossed me headfirst onto the bed, climbing on behind me and pinning me face down.

He chuckled into my ear, "I think you like your tiny little birthday gift, don't you?" I felt his hands gently tugging the dress up sandwiched between my ass and his bulge.

My breathing was so heavy in excitement, I could only get the words out breathlessly "Yes, but you like it too!" I already wanted him inside me so badly. When John pins me like this, I know there is no use resisting and I never want to!

There was no going back for him. I looked back and saw him unzip behind me unleashing his cock. My legs were being spread out by his and I could feel the fabric of the bed as my naked pussy pressed into it. I wanted to scream "Take me! Take me now!"

But then John did something unexpected. He pulled me around sideways snaking his arm under my waist. He pulled himself up into a kneeling position beside me and raised my middle totally off the bed. With my legs outstretched, my feet still touched the bed and with my head upside down and my elbows beside my ears and my hair flopped forward on the bed, I could see backwards under me. John's cock was seriously hard pointing way out of his pants as he said tauntingly, "Now, what have we here?"

Of course, the dress was cinched up around my waist leaving my butt totally exposed. He was looking down at my raised landscape keeping his arm clutched like a vise around my middle.

It was only then I realized what he really wanted. He wanted to spank me! There was nothing I could do about it! Of course, I feigned my objection saying, "oh baby, no! No don't!" but my pussy was betraying my emotions and already dripping with need.

His right hand rode up my thigh stroking me softly and feeling my wetness. His fingers pressed into me, and he asserted, "Oh yes. Yes, baby. I think we've both been missing this."

I wasn't looking back anymore but I could sense his right hand rising in the air. I closed my eyes in hopeful anticipation. And... "Whack! Whack! Whack! I felt the sting from three quick slaps administered on my raw alternate butt cheeks. Pangs like electricity pierced my nether lips as my heart pounded and my passion immediately rose. I started flowing juices uncontrollably!

I know my butt was already turning red and sensitized because of how the cool air of the room felt on it in contrast. I grabbed for a pillow and pulled it under my face gasping into it in excitement with every slap and wanting more.

Whack... Whack... Whack... Whack... With each strike, I knew it would end now only when he wanted it to. My legs kicked up in back as his smacks got stronger. It was not long before I was in joyful tears. John scolded me playfully through the ordeal saying, "You know you wanted to tease me in this dress the minute you lifted it out of the box. You couldn't wait to put it on all naked under it. You are such a little tease."

Then maybe to justify the continued tanning of my butt, he said "Can you imagine what our friends would think if they saw you in that dress? They would all know what a little tease you are. Maybe I should make you wear it tomorrow when we go out. You never know who we might run into hmmm...? What would you think of that?"

The thought of others seeing me a dress like this was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but I instinctively shook my head in disbelief that he would suggest it. He could see my hair tossing in objection side to side from his upper vantage. I was moaning too much into the pillow to be able to say anything more.

John continued as I wailed and yelped until he was convinced that I was ready for his next move. And soon enough, he pulled me up, positioned me on all fours and penetrated me from behind immediately enjoying a view of the redness and scalded warmth of his work. My orgasms among my tears of ecstasy came one after another after another. He came furiously inside me, filling me with his hot manhood so much that I overflowed with him along with my own juices.

I just knew after it was over that there would be many more sessions like this to come. The thought of his suggestion lingered in my head, and I wondered if I could ever dare to wear that dress in public.

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