TLDR: a day of spanking, sex, switching, and sightseeing
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This is the second day of my weekend with A, a 30-something woman I’d met online and was spending a weekend with in a cabin somewhere in the western US. [On our first day together](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54yxt7/mf_my_weekend_with_a_day_1_warning_extremely_long/), I spanked her until she cried, covered her with come, gave head to a squirter for the first time, and fucked her until the mattress was soaked. That night, after dinner, the power went out and eventually we went to bed.
For those of you who need to know, I’m 6′ tall and was about 280 at the time of this story. A had long dark hair, dark brown eyes, C or D cup breasts, was about 5’6 and 150 pounds, and was divorced with children who were at their dad’s. She had nice hips, a great ass, and one hell of a pain tolerance. I was in my mid-30s, and she was about 30 herself.
Anyway, as I was saying, the power came back on just before 1:00 in the morning. Let me tell you how I know this.
I’m not sure the exact time A came to bed, or if she slept at all, but I do know that I woke up a little after midnight with A in my arms. We talked sleepily for a little while, but let’s be realistic here: I remembered just how good sex had been, and I wanted more. My wandering hands found a responsive body, and before too long I had A squirming and whimpering, making lovely little noises as I touched her.
There are a few things that I love to do above all else, when it comes to sex. There were a couple of them that A had never done, and one was to be on top while she was getting head. Well, I adore doing that; there is literally nothing that makes me harder than feeling a woman’s body on top of me like that, tasting her as she comes, holding her in place so she can’t get away until I’m finished. Because while she’s certainly going to get some benefit out of it, I’m not doing it for her. I’m doing it for me.
A was leery about this — she’s not a big woman, but she’s curvy, and she was afraid of hurting me or suffocating me. I assured her this would not be a problem and told her she needed to put her knees on either side of my head right now. Being as submissive as she is — and she is, very — she did as she was told. She was already very wet just from what we’d been doing, and in no time she discovered exactly how good it felt to be “in control” like this. (I put that in quotes because I was in control, and was throughout the entire weekend, but when you’re on top of something your subconscious often makes you feel like you’re in control.)
A came. And came. *And came.* She flooded my mouth with her come — remember, she’s a squirter, and as I learned she does so *every* time she comes — and soaked the entire lower half of my face. The pillow was pretty wet too, and all I really remember is holding her in place by her thighs, not letting her escape, making sure her full weight was on me–
–and all the lights in the cabin came back on at once. Because apparently we’d forgotten to shut them off with the power out.
Both A and I were pretty startled, and that’s probably the only reason she didn’t literally drown me — she had to have come at least half a dozen times before the lights came on — but we got a chuckle out of it as we turned them off, flipped the pillow, wiped off my face, and went back to bed. I plugged in my phone and saw that it was almost one in the morning.
I was still pretty hard, though. Not as hard as I was when A was on top, but there was no way this erection was going anywhere. A asked me to fuck her, and I told her I wanted her on top. She had no complaints about this, and once I had a condom on she took me inside of her in one smooth motion, until her pubic bone was pressed against the base of my cock.
A did come more than once while she was riding me, but I also learned that there actually is a point where a woman can be so wet that there isn’t enough friction. I enjoyed the feeling, and how tight she got every time she came, but nothing was happening, even when she reached back and played with my balls.
I don’t have an exact memory of what changed or when, but I do remember that I ended up on top, and A grabbing my hips as I fucked her, and then I did come.
The bed was wet again, but we didn’t care. We put a couple of towels down and went to sleep.
We didn’t sleep long, though. I’m pretty sure we were up around six. Here’s where my memory fails me a little, though. I knew A was into light bondage, and I wanted to play with rope a little bit. [There’s a picture of A](https://eroshare.com/i/k0kbqv4u) with her wrists cuffed behind her back, a plug in her spanked ass, and her ankles tied together, but for the life of me I can’t remember how we got there.
Well, whatever. It was fun. It was even more fun when I pulled her down over the side of the bed, put on a condom, and pushed into her from behind. I couldn’t get all the way in because of the angle and the fact that her ankles were together, though, so I undid that knot and spread her legs, leaving her bent over the bed.
Things went much more smoothly after that. There was hair-pulling, light breath-play (my hand around her throat, pulling her up off the bed), and holding her by her wrist cuffs. Once again the sheets were soaked before I dug my fingers into her ass as hard as I could and came.
And it was only 7:30 or so. What the hell else could we do today?
As it turned out, we had plans to go sightseeing in the city. We showered, dressed, had breakfast, and drove in. It was a fun morning — we had lunch, went shopping, walked hand-in-hand, and saw things in a place neither of us had ever been. But by two or so we were both pretty much through with the adventure and went back to the cabin to play some more.
One of the things A and I had been doing over the past few months was that I was helping her stay accountable, especially as it came to food. It’s not that she was underweight, but she simply didn’t eat enough to have the kind of energy she needed to be a single mom with a job. I made her keep a food diary, and also a chore diary, and after we got back there was an accounting that ended up with A getting a long, unpleasant (for her) disciplinary spanking. My hand, hairbrush, belt, spoon, and paddle all made appearances. I know I tripped a lot of submissive switches in her brain, because when we were done she was more compliant than ever — and she was pretty compliant before.
We took this opportunity for me to introduce her to something else she’d never done. When I told her to kneel on either side of my head, she thought she was going to get more of my mouth, but she was only half right. I had her turn the other way — exposing her delightful backside to me — and take me in her mouth.
A did the best she could, but she was pretty distracted because she was coming so much from what I was doing to her. Plus, there was the whole “me fingering her ass while I used my mouth on her” thing. It was delightful.
But not as delightful as when I covered her ass and my cock with lube, bent her over, spread her apart, and pushed into her tight, hot backside. No condom this time — we were using them solely for birth control, as neither of us had any STDs — and it was phenomenal. Unlike before, when she was only tight when she came but open and welcoming the rest of the time, she was clamped down on me the entire time I was in her ass. She’d had toys in there bigger than me — I’d watched her use them on skype — but it didn’t seem to matter. She was on fire, making the most amazing noises as her body grew used to the idea of my cock in her ass.
This was the first time I’d had anal sex without a condom in at least a decade, and I’d forgotten how overwhelming it is. Especially when she came, and she went from “tight” to “vise grip”. It was just this side of painful when her orgasm hit, and as a masochist, I enjoyed the hell out of that.
I wasn’t trying to synch our orgasms or anything, but she knew when I was close and when I told her to come for me she did, instantly. And then I did, and I swear her body arched up off the bed in an instant as a second orgasm slammed into her. It’s hard to remember exactly how it felt because all I knew was how tight her ass was on my cock as my come spurted deep inside her, and then falling on top of her, still inside, my cock and her ass both twitching and throbbing, both of us gasping for breath.
I had a FWB back home whose ass I fucked on a semi-regular basis, but this was by far better than anything she and I had done. A’s ass was amazing, and it almost made me sob to have to pull out of her.
Both of us tidied up and took a nap after that, and then went out to dinner. Nowhere fancy. I was pretty nervous, though, because after we got home, we were going to turn the tables.
A, as I mentioned, is a mom. She has “mom voice”, and that’s pretty close to “disciplinarian voice”. I had never been disciplined, and while I had occasionally switched or been spanked, I’d never had anyone trip that little submissive switch in my brain. I didn’t know if it existed. But A had agreed to help me see if we could do it, and the agreement was that the moment we got back to the cabin and I put my phone down (this was the cue) she would take charge.
I won’t recount the exact scenario we’d put together here because some of the contents might break the rules of this sub, but suffice it to say that very soon she had me bent over the bed and was beating my ass through my jeans with my heaviest wooden spoon.
And then she did something that I didn’t think was possible: she yanked down my jeans and shorts without undoing my belt. I was so surprised by this that I didn’t realize at first just how hard she was spanking me.
*Very* hard.
I’ve been spanked hard before, but A was something else. She held nothing back; she slammed the spoon into my ass relentlessly, and it hurt like hell. This was by far the most painful spanking I’d ever received, and it was only the first part. Maybe A was taking it out on me after I’d destroyed her ass earlier that day; I don’t know. All I know is that it *hurt*, and I was squirming and yelling and *trying* to get myself into the right headspace to either cry or submit.
I wanted to cry from the spanking. I really did. We’d negotiated this, and it was our end goal. But my body apparently overruled my brain and slid off the bed, out of reach of the spoon. For that, A made me push my jeans and shorts down to my ankles and stand in the corner for several minutes while she “calmed down” (again, part of the scene), and then she called me over and had me lie across her lap, sore bottom in the air. She lectured me a little and then laid into me with the spoon again, still lecturing. This was literally what I’d done in the past to people I had disciplined, and it had always produced tears, but for some reason all it did to me was cause pain. It didn’t even arouse me — despite my cock being pressed against A’s thighs (she had jeans on but still) there was no response in that department.
I guess A figured out that I’d had enough because I was sufficiently apologizing for what I’d done and promising to never do it again. As we’d negotiated, she stopped, told me to get dressed and get out of there. I did as she said, grabbed my phone off the counter, and came back around the corner into the bedroom area. We discussed the scene and how I felt, and we were both not thrilled that I hadn’t hit that point that I wanted to, but she’d enjoyed it and I liked the pain so I called it a win. A changed into a cute little nightdress and I got rid of my jeans.
Then I spent a good half-hour or so working her ass over with every toy I could get my hands on. [When I was done](https://eroshare.com/i/cy25rzy5) she was bright-red and quivering, and it was just about eight. A perfect time for us both to get naked and get in bed, and for A to do something else that I wanted her to try.
A was on her side up against me, gently stroking my cock, waiting patiently. It was very difficult for me to ask for this, even though she knew I wanted her to do it because I’d told her in the days leading up to our weekend together. This is a problem I have — asking for things that I want which might not be palatable to my partner, even though I know my partner is totally on board. It took some time, but I eventually forced out the words.
I wanted A to hit my balls.
Don’t freak out: I didn’t want her to go hardcore ballbuster on me, but I’m a masochist, and I’d discovered over the past couple of years that I kind of liked that. And, as it turned out, I liked when A did it. I stroked my cock as she slapped between my legs, not too hard at first but before long about as hard as the average play spanking (not one of mine, which are a lot harder than that, but the average person’s). I knew she saw how hard I was, and I knew she was aware of the positive noises I was making.
She also tried using her knee, which I enjoyed, but not as much as the slapping. I don’t think she could get the angle quite right. Not her fault.
At some point it became clear that sex needed to happen. I don’t remember the sex, but I’m sure we both enjoyed it. I think that was when she said that I didn’t need to use a condom if I didn’t want to, because she wasn’t ovulating, but she lived in the central US and I lived in the eastern US and if there was an “oops” one of us would have to pick up our entire lives because then we’d have a child. So no, that wasn’t happening.
I think after sex it was probably close to 9:30 or so, and I think we both had stuff we needed to do on our computers. I checked my ass in the mirror — no bruises, unfortunately; I’d have thought that, after as hard as she laid into me, I’d at least have *some*, but I was barely even pink anymore. Maybe an hour later we kissed each other good night and went to bed. It was clear that we were both pretty drained from the events of the day, and the next day she needed to drive all the way home while I needed to drive up into the mountains. Rest was a good idea for both of us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/55hvgk/mf_my_weekend_with_a_day_2_warning_extremely_long
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