My college girlfriend had a strong disliking for wearing clothes. She hated the feeling of restricting fabric over her body, so she never wore bras. She tried to keep her legs as free as possible, wearing the shortest shorts available. However, on the day we went to the museum she took it a little too far. She wore a top that looked somewhat like the beginnings of a dress but it was far too short to call it that. The slightest bend over and her panties were peeking out to say hello.
This girl had a fantastic ass. It was round, firm and plump – holding its shape perfectly regardless of whether it was encased in clothes or not. I used to playfully pat her rear end as a sort of inside joke as we walked up the stairs leading to the dorms. She came from an extremely conservative family and was slow to come around to exploring new sexual ideas. However, at the same time, there was no denying she was a freak in the most oxymoronic way. Those pats were just my friendly way of making fun of the fact that she desired extremely kinky and sexual things (which she openly confessed to me on a regular basis), but wasn’t quite ready to explore them. I considered myself to be pretty vanilla at the time honestly, and this was just a harmless joke.
Another couple we were friends with invited us to go to this art museum in town and offered to give us a lift. My girlfriend and I enjoyed artsy things like that so we said yes. As soon as she walked up to enter his car, my male friend couldn’t keep his eyes off the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeking out from the edges of the top she was wearing. I clearly traced his eyes running over the curves of her rear end. He wasn’t the only one either, her ass became quite the topic of conversation at the museum.
A group of high school girls got really worked up about it. “Did you see what that girl was wearing. She was bending over to look at that pot over there and her whole ass was visible.”
This guy’s wife instructed him to stop looking at her ass. “Mark! I can see what you’re looking at! Please stop it! Now!”
My friend got scolded by his girlfriend. “Stop staring at her ass dude. It’s like super obvious that you’ve been staring at it this whole time.”
I’m pretty possessive by nature and it wasn’t in my nature at the time to just sit back and enjoy these comments. When we got some time to ourselves in the courtyard, I made up my mind to bring this up to her.
“You know it’s like 46 degrees outside today right? Don’t you think you should be wearing pants?”
“I told you. I don’t like wearing clothes. It just makes me feel icky”, she replied with a hint of annoyance.
“Well that top you’re wearing right now…was clearly designed to have pants to go with it. Do you have any idea how many people are just walking by talking about your ass?”
“I don’t really care honestly. It’s stupid that people have to wear clothes in the first place.” I knew there was no point in arguing with her any further. As the day progressed, my possessive tendencies were increasingly aggravated. I felt this urge to protect her from critical looks, but at the same time, a part of me wanted to teach her a lesson and correct her behavior going forward.
After a rather painful day of everyone in the museum staring at this girl’s ass, our friends drop us off back at campus. “You’re really sexy when you’re grumpy”, she said as we were heading back to the dorm. “I don’t know what it is, but you have a way of controlling your anger and it’s really hot.”
“I don’t like when you say that, I’m trying to make a legitimate point here. I’m only angry with you because this whole ‘I don’t like wearing clothes’ thing has gotten to the point that you let your ass hang out in public. Your mom and I both agree that that’s not a good look for you.”
We were in front of the door to her room at this point. She looked up at me with this hungry yet purposeful look in her eyes; not bothering to reply to my remark. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m ok with you smacking my ass.” As she entered the room I pinned her against the inside of the door rather forcefully, my lips immediately sealing over hers completely. Kissing was in her own words, “her favorite activity in the world”, and coupled with her tendency to be rather loud, she was already moaning rowdily.
“I also want you to grip my neck like this”, she demonstrated by placing my hand on her neck and squeezing it so my grip was firm.
She had one of those elevated beds with room for storage underneath. Holding her by the neck, I pressed her torso roughly into the side of the mattress. My lips went straight for the sweet spot on her neck, at the corner of her jaw right by the pulse. Sucking and swirling my tongue around that spot on her neck drove her absolutely crazy – at this point, she was sounding off enough to be confused with a porn star.
“Slap my face. I know you want to.”, her horniness was clearly getting the better of her, but this comment caught me off guard. With all this frustration, anger and sexual energy building up, I wasn’t my usual controlled, vanilla, uppity self. When my hand reached her face, it was such a gentle tap that we were both compelled to pause in disappointment.
“I don’t think I have it in me to hit you like that. And also, I really don’t think it’s healthy for me to be channeling my anger like this. There’s much more-”
She cut me off mid-sentence, ignoring my comments again. “I think you just need to ease into it and then you’ll get the hang of slapping me around.” Her room was a double, but she didn’t have a roommate so the other bed was unused. She started yanking her mattress off the supportive frame and asked me to help her. In a few short moments both mattresses were covering the center of the floor and she got down on all fours, sticking her ass out at me.
“This might be easier for you since it’s not my face. Just fucking go for it and spank my ass.” That voluptuous heart-shaped behind was calling to me, but when my hand reached out to make contact, it was little more than a playful tap that made her skin jiggle a tiny bit.
“I’m not really comfortable with hurting you. It’s a little scary”, I said rather nervously. “I can take the pain, I want the pain”, she said very forcefully while sticking her ass up in the air. Grabbing my hand, she brought it to her ass with tremendous force.
**Slap**
The impact was so forceful that her skin was bright red and the nerves in my hand wouldn’t stop tingling. I’m sure anyone walking the hall could hear a noise that loud. But this was all I needed to let loose – I knew there was no way in hell I was going to fucking hurt her if that was the baseline for pain tolerance.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her head back quite forcefully. “You’re always pushing my buttons, provoking me, trying to make me angry, not listening to practically anything I say.” A delicious throaty sound escaped her lips. “Your arrogant ass needs to be taught a lesson so you know what’s good for you.” I honestly wasn’t trying to talk dirty. Those were very legitimate frustrations that I was voicing, but it only heightened her level of arousal.
“Yes sir”, she replied. “Put me in my place, sir.” She always called me sir to tease me about how serious I was at times. But when she used it in this context for the first time I knew she meant business.
I grabbed her hair so forcefully that it forced her back completely straight. My hand rained down on her ass hard enough to make a satisfying sound, but not anywhere near as hard as the first time. I kept ‘practicing’, some of the spanks harder than the ones before it. She started making these extremely loud and continuous throaty sounds. Normally I would have been super concerned about pissing off our neighbors, but I was laser focused on the body before me.
“Yes..just like that, but harder”, she moaned almost painfully. “Please slap me around sir”. At this point I was giving it to her with about three-quarters of the force she demonstrated with. Lines of grool streaked down her thighs.
Somewhere during this whole process, I realized I was ridiculously erect and my focus shifted towards more overtly sexual things. I finally ripped off her soaked panties and admired my handiwork. My cock wasn’t allowed to go anywhere besides her mouth, but that still left me with a lot of options. I put a condom on my finger and inserted it straight up her asshole without hesitation. Then two fingers of my other hand easily slid all the way up her pussy. If you thought this girl was incredibly loud before, she was practically screaming at this point as I finger fucked both her holes. I buried my index finger in her ass and I could feel it from the other side through the walls of her pussy. She squirted a pool of white liquid and then collapsed on the mattress.
“Hey I’m sorry, are you ok. I hit you pretty hard and I didn’t give you any warning in advance like I normally do -”
Recovering rather quickly from her dazed state, she met me with a fierce gaze and rolled around so her neck was hanging off the edge of the mattress. “You must be really horny still. You can just fuck my mouth. I might let you into my throat a little bit, but I’ll use my tongue to give you something to press against if it’s uncomfortable.” This was simply too tempting an offer to show any measure of uppity restraint.
Immediately my bottom layer of clothing was cast aside and my cock slipped straight into her mouth. As I spread my hips and started thrusting back and forth, her muffled moans gave off these wonderful vibrations. The tip of my cock pressed against her throat and she let out a purr, showing no signs of stopping me. I edged back and forth at the tip of her throat, convincing her to get even noisier. It very quickly became overwhelming and thick spurts of my cum steadily shot down her throat. She gladly held herself onto me, calmly letting the entire load go straight down her throat.
She held her throat for a moment while swallowing awkwardly, “It’s kind of sitting in my throat. Could you get me a soda from the vending machine?” And that was my initiation into the world of spanking and impact play.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8em1b3/my_initiation_into_the_world_of_spanking_and