For the Love of Spanking

part 1

I love spanking.   I love all aspects of spanking.   I love being spanked. I love spanking someone. I love reading about spanking. I love it when you 'happen on' to a spanking.   I love it when you hear a threat of spanking.   I love the humiliating aspects of spanking.   I just love everything about it.   When I married my wife, Heather five years ago, it was one of our silent vowels.   When we spoke our "I do's" there was a moment of silence between them that we both knew meant to spank and be spanked.   Because, thankfully, Heather loves spanking as much as I do. Which is great, to be married to your best friend, your lover, your soul mate and your spanking partner.   How much better could it be than that?   To be fair in that statement, there was never, really enough to discipline one another for so we just kinda found role play.   She has become a Master at developing exciting, humiliating spanking situations, as if I may say so myself, so have I.

This brings me to where we live, we sought it out and it was perfect for our little hobby.   A two story farm house, complete with a barn and out buildings, even an old outhouse.   Pine trees line the property and the nearest house is five miles down the road.   Pure perfect for our pleasures.   Except, visitors, as much as I like people, visitors love our property.

They love to come up for the weekend, for the holiday, or for any reason to get away from the city.   That is why when Heather's brother wanted to come up for Thanksgiving weekend, I wasn't as happy about it as I should have been.   Jack is a couple years older than Heather, they have always been real close.   I admire him because he is one of those guys who makes himself go to the gym.   He works out and his body shows it.   He is six foot seven and looks like a body builder.   And, did I mention he was gay.   Not your typical stereo type.   He is a great guy but as much as I admire his ability to work out and be that jock, I have a silly little fear of him as well.   I know he could snap my spine as easy as breaking up kindling for a fire.   I know, I know, it is silly and a tad homophobic of me but, it is what it is.   Jack was bringing his significant other, Bob, we had not met Bob yet so it would be an interesting weekend.

The two of them arrived Wednesday evening and it was clear there was a tension in the air between them.   Bob was about my height five, six only a little heavier.   Heather had a beef roast complete with all the trimmings ready when they arrived.   We enjoyed a good meal then went into the Great room and I started a fire in the fire place and we settled down, chatting over drinks.   Bob seemed nice enough, friendly, well spoken, however it was plain to see he was nettling Jack with  little barbs.   Apparently something happened on the drive up and Bob was not ready (or smart enough in my opinion) to let it go.   Heather was setting beside me, so when Jack jumped up and grabbed Bob by the arm, pulling him from the recliner, I gripped Heather's leg hard.   She seemed almost as shocked as I was.   Jack jerked Bob to his feet.

"I have had it, I told you to drop it!" 

With that he jerked Bob's dress pants down past his knees in one movement. There, right in front of us was Bob, his underwear consisted of a black garter belt, charcoal hose and a pink pair of panties with white trim.   A little white bow on the crotch to top off the whole ensemble.   That picture was only there an instant when Jack jerked the panties just below Bob's bottom.   For just an instant, Bob's flaccid cock and balls stood framed between the garter and the hose.   I said just an instant because Jack flipped him over his knee as he sat down and we were given the back view.   Jack started spanking Bob hard with his bare hand.   I felt Heather's hand slip to my cock, it had become stiff in just that instant.   I saw the hardest hand spanking that I had ever seen.   Jack was scolding him and Bob was squalling.   He was begging ;

"Not in front of them!" 

But that ship had sailed.   And the spanking went on.   I could tell Heather was excited as I was, she was squirming beside me on the couch.   When Jack finally finished with Bob, he was the brightest red from just above his knees and all of his plump bottom.  

"Tell them you are sorry to embarrass them!"

Between tears Bob apologized to us before Jack made him stand in the corner, hands on his head.

"Wellllllll, I think it is about bedtime." Heather said breaking the heavy silence.  

"Yea, probably."  Jack confirmed.  

I was glad Jack's attention was focused on Bob when I got up and skedaddled to the bedroom.   When Heather closed the door she just turned and shoved me back on the bed.  

"Get those pants down!" 

I struggled to shove them and my underpants down.   She was stripped and lowering herself down on my hard cock in an instant.   She was pumping me slow and hard.   I could feel her pussy squeezing me almost like a fist.

"OMG, wasn't that fucking awesome!!!" 

It was not a question.   I could not disagree. We heard the guest bedroom door close.   We heard Bob sobbing.   We could hearJack saying;

"I'm not done with you yet, bend your ass over the bed."

She put her finger across my lips, this was one time we were glad the walls were paper thin.   We could hear Jack's belt peppering Bob's fat bottom.   Then Bob would cry out.   Heather slowed her movements wanting to stretch it out as we listened to the belt.   She leaned forward and whispered in my ear.  

"I think we need cameras in the guest bedroom!" 

I chuckled as I grasped her hips, thrusting as hard as I could.   She pushed my hands to the bed and held them down as she slow fucked me.   We relished in the sound of the belt. She leaned forward talking low.  

"I think I am going to get you some pink panties and dark stockings to spank you in." 

I groaned, trying to thrust.   We heard the belt stop, then heard a loud groan followed by a yelp.   Heather laughed lightly.  

"I think Bob just got his little sissy pussy drilled!" 

She started fucking me faster and in a short time we both came.   We were both breathing hard, coming down from our sexual high.   I smacked her bottom and headed for the shower with her following closely.   We stood under the hot water, my hands were fondling her, her hands fondling me.   We talked of the spanking, reliving every moment.   The pants being jerked down, Bob's cute little sissy underwear being on display.   Then even that little bit of security was lowered as well.   Heather laughed.

"From the size of that little weenie, I would say Bob has always been on the receiving end!" 

"Did you hear the sound of those slaps?   It was echoing all through the house.   That was one hell of a spanking!"

That was when Heather said.   "I have been on the receiving side of Jack's spankings before!"

She had never told me.   She looked at my hungry eyes and knew I wanted every detail.  

"Well Jack caught me in the barn making out with Tommy Tosay."  

"What?" 

"Well he had my top off sucking on my nipples and I had my hand on his penis.   His pants and underwear were off in the hay somewhere." 

I laughed "Oh you little Slut!" 

"LOL yea that's what Jack said.   Sometimes I wonder if that was when Jack decided he liked boys, he bent Tommy over his lap and hand spanked his bare bottom, and believe me he took a long time doing it. Tommy was bawling like a little baby, his ass and thighs were fire engine red.   When Jack finally let him up, he stood Tommy right in front of him and told him if he ever caught him around me again it would be worse.   Tommy found his underwear but not his pants, he ran home in them, scared to death. LOL" 

"I can imagine." 

Then he came for me.   "I can either tell Dad or I can spank you." 

"So I let him spank me, He used his hand and bared my bottom.   He spanked me but not as hard as dad would have!   I don't think it was near as hard as he spanked Tommy, but believe me I knew I had been spanked! I think that is where I found my love of spanking.   Between playing with my first penis and getting my butt spanked, when I went to bed I fingered myself most of the night!" 

I pushed her against the shower wall, the story had gotten my cock hard all over again.   I slid inside Heather and she braced herself against the wall and pushed her ass back.  

"Spank me while you fuck me!" 

I slapped her wet bottom as my balls slapped against her.   We didn't last too long, I was hoping the shower was drowning out all the sounds.   We toweled off and spent the night in each other's arms.

The rest of her brothers stay was uneventful in the spanking aspect, but the nights with Heather and I were not.   We would talk about the spanking in bed and we ended up fucking like animals.   She informed me that I had better be ready for out next Role Play scene, because it was going to be hot!   We said our goodbyes to Jack and Bob early Sunday morning and spent the day getting the house back in shape.   The rest of the week was back to the grind with the both of us anticipating the coming week end.

by

Sizzlebuns