Not Just a Spanking Pt. 03

Not that I was over eager or anything but I started going over the stories that Palmer had shared with me in the past looking for something to surprise him with in the next session of our 'Arrangement'. Possibly in my over excitement at getting spanked I had overlooked the... other focus on ample mature bottoms that nearly always came eventually. If something happened after spanking it slowly dawned on me as I read back over the stories that it might involve my bottom in as yet unexplored ways. Ok so we've already established I am not the smartest cookie in the jar in my current situation so please stop sniggering!

So yes, I am as I believe the phrase goes an anal virgin. Not something I expected to ever change. If I had ventured an opinion it would have been that it was a uniquely obscene and humiliating act. However it now seems I am... rather weak when it comes to my response to humiliating acts. I was still not sure about the obscene part but... well would I refuse him if that was his desire after spanking me?

I was not sure I would be able to refuse much at all in the state I was in when he last spanked me. No, actually here at least let me try and be honest with myself, that's a lie. If I had retained the ability to speak I'd have been begging for him to do whatever he wanted. I am not sure what that makes me but I don't want to stop.

So that led me to an option that could solve both my desire to please him with a surprise and my new realisation that I might need to... explore... umm... butt stuff and maybe the possibility of extreme provocation for that teasing damned riding crop. I don't actually want him to use it on me for real... do I?

So shopping, online, to find some... personal accessories. A jewelled butt plug, The first one i got was petite, all metal and with a flat base set with a twinkling jewel. Now it turns out that finding out what your own bottom looks like is actually much more awkward than it looks on all those online videos but shall we say I would go for something a bit more rounded. Metal is cold! Who knew? Added to that my somewhat... mature bottom basically swallowed it and after a while it felt like someone... well okay that I'd stuffed a beer bottle cap between my bum cheeks. My next attempt was a more balance affair, black silicone with a rounded end creating a clasp for a facetted glass sphere that really did twinkle between my cheeks. A bit harder to sit down with it in but for my purposes I doubted that would be an issue. Now, any ideas how to permanently delete pictures from a phone?

Fuck it, I always though horny teenagers were just complaining and being stupid, well stupid I guess has to cover me too now but this stuff is more fucking complex that it looks!

To be honest I have to admit preparing myself like this was titillating on its own and I was so eager for the next session of our 'Arrangement' it was all I could do not to send him the photos. I made sure that my lovely hubby enjoyed the benefits of my eagerness, I said I was enjoying being an empty nester with him! I cannot explain myself... I love him, I love riding him as he lies back, his lips worshipping my breasts but... I ended up on all fours in front of Palmer again.

That feeling did not leave me as night follows day I was once again naked but for garter belt and stockings and on all fours, facing Palmer as he stood holding that devil's riding crop, tapping at his palm. Ashamed, humiliating myself willing and wanting even more. So fucking horny already as the tip of the crop teased its way down my spine as he walked behind me. I had deliberately faced him to maximise the reveal of my jewelled buttocks, loving the weird rebellious thrill it gave me in the midst of my willing abasement. The little breathy sound of him making the discovery delighted me. A tiny little bit of control of my own abuse and I thrilled at the fact my bottom could elicit such approval.

'That', he said 'is a definite provocation'.

The tip of the crop patted the plug sending a unique shiver through me as the gentle force tweaked my tight little ring making me gasp out loud. The folded leather tip traced around it, as gentle as feather, before sliding between my cheeks that were slightly more open than before by the shape of the base of the plug. The tip continued between my legs until it met my shaved pussy lips, he turned it then so the flat of the tip stroked my mons. I moaned, loudly.

'Definite but not extreme provocation'.

The delicate teasing torture of my wet pussy began as the crop swatted my sex, every soft gentle pat on my sex sending intoxicating ripples inside me. The absolute fucking bastard had me on edge almost instantly and kept me there. I wanted to beg for it, for more, for it to hurt, for him to fuck me any way he wanted... I never wanted it to stop. In actual reality outside the stream of begging inside my own head what probably came out was something between a moan and a gurgle as I bit my lip and pushed my head down into the plush hotel room's rug, arse up for his oh so devastatingly gentle if utterly humiliating ministrations with the flat tip of the crop.

After what seemed an eternity the crop stopped swatting to stroke me once as I sobbed into the rug pile. I felt the now wet tip of the crop leave a trail of moisture up my cheeks as he once again teased the tip round the jewel of my plug. In my imagination it glistened sexily in the lights. As he placed the crop down, deliberately in front of me so I could see the tip I wondered oddly if this could be videoed, I wanted to see my own bottom the way he did.

I let out a low gasp as I felt his bare hand stroke my bottom, I was already far more aroused that I could remember and the main event had yet to start.

He started with some gentle spanks, a few to each cheek sending wonderful wobbles through me before landing some real loud stinging spanks, counting loudly slowly each deliberate spank alternating on each plump bum cheek. Harder than he ever had before unless I was just more sensitised after the teasing with the crop.

I am sure my chubby bum was well flushed, I could feel the slightly tingling mild heat from my bum as the stinging from the last spank faded.

I gasped in pleasure as I felt something I had never felt before, a gentle lingering butterfly kiss from soft warm sensuous lips on my freshly spanked left bum cheek.

'I cannot wait to see what provocation you might surprise me with next time my dear.'

The door clicked loudly on his exit in the now quiet room as I was left curled up on the plush thick rug, a whimpering ball of sexual frustration.

Fuck! Fuck it! How could getting fucked be this difficult? Be warned, the slippery slope is very real and very slippery...

I needed help.