My First Spanking
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I like it rough. Not just hard fucking, I like to fight and struggle too. Maybe that’s not the best way to phrase it, though? I’m not talking about full-on Fight Club here, think more playful wrestling than actual combat. But something competitive and exciting and hot and heavy. Enough to get me panting, to get my adrenaline flowing. That’s my idea of fun.
Before Greg, the boys I’d been with had been pretty vanilla. So was the sex. But Greg was kinky and utterly unashamed of it. He got me to open up, to explore my sexuality, he taught me not be afraid to experiment and to ask.
Greg got the whole wrestling thing right away. He understood the visceral appeal of it, how much it turned me on when he overpowered me. Greg’s big, powerfully built, I love to feel how much stronger he is than me. But as much as we’d played around, we’d never tried spanking. I’d never even considered it really. Spanking was for other people. Or so I thought.
We were wrestling on my bed when it happened, all quite normal for us. Greg got on top of me, he pinned my hands above my head, he had me well and truly trapped. But then he tried to hold both of my wrists with one hand so he could fondle my tits through my top with the other. His mistake. I managed to wriggle an arm out of Greg’s grasp, I slapped him in the face, because he’s even hotter when he’s angry. It wasn’t a hard slap, but enough to spike his temper.
Greg sat up and looked shocked for an instant. His face flushed crimson, except for a white handprint on one cheek. Maybe I’d hit him harder than I thought? Greg growled a low bass rumble of a growl, then he fell on me.
He acted furious, and although I was pretty sure Greg was putting it on, I reacted as if it was genuine rage. I screamed, I kicked and squirmed as Greg grabbed me. I tried to roll over onto my front, but Greg grasped me around the waist and span me back so hard I yelped in surprise.
Maybe I really had hit him too hard? Greg pressed me down again, he was rougher with me than usual, it scared me, but not as much as it excited me. I couldn’t make it too easy for Greg either, I couldn’t just give in. I wriggled and writhed, I broke his grip, I managed to roll over again.
Greg grabbed my thighs, I kicked my legs and pulled myself across the bed with my hands. My heart was racing now, a blend of panic and excitement sent adrenaline surging through me. Greg gripped me, he hauled me back into place beneath him. I kept fighting; the submission was all the better when he had to work for it. I got my hands and knees beneath my body and raised up onto all fours to try and crawl away from Greg.
That was my mistake. Or perhaps a fortuitous error would be more accurate. I offered Greg the perfect target.
Greg reared up and grabbed me. He wrapped one arm under my waist and held me in place. He got hold of my skirt with his other hand, he tore it up and over my bent arse so hard I heard seams tearing. He dug his fingers into my tights; he ripped them open across my buttocks.
That was hot. I had to admit it. How often does a man literally tear your clothes off? I kept struggling though, obviously, trying to pull away from Greg, and maybe that’s why he did it? Maybe to quieten and quell me? Greg brought the flat of his hand down hard against the back of my exposed knickers.
I yelled at the sudden, searing pain, I stiffened in shock. I couldn’t believe Greg had actually done that to me. And so hard. He’d never spanked me before, we’d never broached the topic, it had come from nowhere. The stinging throb in my buttocks was resounding proof it had happened though. And then to really drive the point home, Greg did it again.
He smacked me even harder that second time. I made an embarrassing yelping-shrieking sound as a wave of hot pain radiated through my arse. That didn’t stop him though, Greg spanked me again, he kept it up, he slapped me over and over.
To an outside observer, if someone had somehow wandered into our bedroom, our position could have looked more than a little abusive. Greg was a bear of a man, all muscle and tattoos, whereas I was a sweet, wholesome looking slip of a thing. And I was screaming and shouting as Greg paddled my arse so hard my whole body shook with each slap. But don’t call the police quite yet. Despite the pain and the panic and the fear, I was loving it. I did say I liked it rough. And we had a safe word, the moment I yelled it, Grey would stop. But I didn’t. So he didn’t.
Greg really was slapping me with enthusiasm though. So hard and fast I guessed he was in to it too. Maybe it was having me in that position, maybe it was the act of punishing me, or maybe the way I reacted? Whatever it was that did it for him, he didn’t let up for a moment. And fuck, Greg’s hands are big and solid, and my bottom small and delicate, it was agony.
I felt trapped as well. I was wriggling and writhing with all my strength, with mounting desperation, but I couldn’t get free. It sent my panic soaring, and suddenly I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My whole body started shaking, I tried to pull myself forwards again, I managed to move a couple of inches, but Greg dragged me easily back into place. We did it again and again, I’d drag myself forwards, but Greg hauled me back each time. My heart raced. I was breathing so fast I went dizzy.
It took me long, panic-filled moments to realise Greg had stopped spanking me. I slumped forwards, gasping for breath, but then Greg’s fingers slid into the back of my knickers. His hand tightened into a fist and he yanked them down to bare me. I squirmed and fought Greg anew, there was no dignity in the way he was treating me, it was shameful to be uncovered like that, in that position, bent over and panting. But then shame had always been a turn on for me too, and although I tried to resist him, it got me hotter still.
In that position, with Greg above me, with me bent over, I didn’t stand a chance though. I was powerless to stop Greg. He tore my knickers down to my knees to expose my naked bottom, to expose everything back there. He ran his hands over me roughly, he squeezed my cheeks like he was inspecting an animal, he spread them to look between. He laughed as he stroked his fingers over my pussy, he told me with glee how wet I was. I jumped and squeaked as Greg touched my arsehole, he laughed at me again.
The humiliation got right into my head. The fear and pain were making everything more intense, and being treated like this by Greg, it was the cherry on top. I kept fighting him though, even if it was hopeless, even if I was so hot it felt like I was dripping back there.
Greg smacked me again. This time his skin met my bare skin though, and it was worse. His hand seared my flesh, I screamed, but he just laughed at me and kept on. Greg spanked me again and again without any pity for my poor throbbing bottom.
The fucker was good at it too, a natural. Greg struck me in a different place each time, he varied his pace, he kept me guessing, he kept me scared and panicked. I yelped and shrieked, I thrashed and twisted, I tried to crawl away from him, but Greg just kept pulling me back into place and spanking me.
I gave myself into it. There was no getting away, and my strength was rapidly leaving me. My limbs went heavy, my head swam, I gave up and wallowed in what was happening. I bent over further, I arched my back. I felt my cheeks spread open wider as I submitted to Greg. I got into it more, I shrieked and yelled, I found I enjoyed making such a scene of myself. My arse was agony, the pain and panic were real, but I felt high, I felt so alive.
Greg saw the change in me. He kept spanking me with one hand, but he slipped the other between my thighs and onto my hot cunt. He spread me open with his fingers, he found my clit as he whacked me. He stroked a finger over it, and I jumped and bucked I felt so sensitive there. Greg managed to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb as he spanked my arse, it felt so good I moaned loud between my yells and shrieks.
I was terrible. I carried on without any shame, but it was like nothing else I’d ever done. I groaned in despair as Greg took his thumb off my clit, but then I moaned in delight as he pushed a finger into my cunt. I was so wet it went in deep, so wet Greg slid a second finger into me easily. He fucked me with them quickly as he spanked my throbbing arse.
That glorious bastard went back and forth from my clit to finger-fucking me as he smacked my arse, and I lost myself to a mind-warping blend of pain and pleasure. The sensations merged, they became harder to distinguish, my arse was pulsing torture, but it felt incredible too, a hot, intense feeling radiated through my lower body with each beat of my heart.
I’d heard people say pleasure and pain were different sides of the same coin, but it had always sounded like bullshit to me. How could such polar opposite sensations possibly be the same? Surely they were worlds apart? But suddenly I wasn’t so sure. I was in agony, but the pain made everything more extreme, more visceral. It made the pleasure come on so much stronger than I’d ever felt it before.
Greg spanked me relentlessly, he fucked me roughly with his fingers, he rubbed my clit, he called me names, he chastised me, and it all got a bit too much. The adrenaline, all that sensation, the confusion of it, the wonderful humiliation; my emotions boiled over. I felt like I was losing control, losing my head, I burst into tears, I sobbed; I couldn’t stop myself. I loved it.
I’ve never lost myself like that before during sex, but then I’d never been spanked before either. It was such an insane mix of sensation and emotion and release, I felt drugged, like I’d taken ecstasy or coke, but better, and then my pleasure peaked and suddenly I was coming and holy fucking shit.
I screamed out so hard my voice broke. I shook all over. It felt better than it ever had. I thrashed as Greg strummed my clit, and that wonderful fucker kept on spanking me. My orgasm hit me so hard my vision blurred, it rolled through me like electric fire, it kept coming and coming, it was heaven, but such a strange, and new, and different heaven.
Greg didn’t stop. My climax finally fell away, but then my pleasure surged again and I was coming a second time, right away. I’d had multiple orgasms before, but never so close together, and never with such overwhelming force. Greg kept on with the spanking and touching and I came again and again, over and over, I don’t know how many times.
I climaxed with such mind-obliterating strength that last time, I collapsed onto my front, too exhausted and overwhelmed to keep myself up on my hands and knees. I just lay there panting and gasping and moaning, I couldn’t get my head straight, I couldn't even speak. Greg stopped spanking me, but he wasn’t finished yet. He pressed my legs open and got on top of me. I felt his cock against my cunt, all I could manage was to groan deeply as he slid it into me.
Greg fucked me without mercy as I lay there grunting and mewling beneath him. His body pressed me down, he held my wrists again, even though I was going nowhere, but it was a glorious touch.
I closed my eyes and lost control once more, as Greg took his pleasure from me, as he used me hard, as he brought me off again. Greg fucked me and fucked me until my head was spinning, until I was panting and sweating. His noises came louder, he fucked me fast and deep, then he drew his cock out of my body and came across my aching buttocks. His come felt cool and smooth on my burning skin as it sprayed and spattered all over me.
It had been totally spontaneous. Greg told me later he hadn’t planned to spank me that evening, not until I’d put myself in that position anyway. Then he hadn’t been able to resist, and I thank my lucky stars for that. After discovering what it did to me, Greg hasn’t stopped spanking me since.