[MF] The first time I really spanked my wife

I’m not exactly sure why I’m sharing this. It’s pretty personal. I guess the fact that once you grow up and get into a committed relationship, there is no polite way to brag about the wild sex you have with your wife. This forum will have to do.

Since I’ve read many stories here I guess I should give a description of us. My wife tells me I’m handsome and I’m the biggest she has ever had. I’m sure there is some truth there. I’d say I’m tall, athletic and kind of rugged. My wife is the exact opposite of me. She is short and curvy. Great hips and ass. Nice perky tits. Piercing dark eyes, shoulder length dark brown hair, and a wonderful smile. She is Hispanic, but with a very exotic look. It’s a huge turn on when a woman tells her she is beautiful in front of me.

Now that we have that all out of the way, I’ll try my best to set the scene. A few months back we had a real nasty fight. We had been drinking and the emotions just boiled over. At the very end of the fight my wife really crossed the line. I knew I couldn’t let things go any further, so I just went to bed. It was a tough loss to take.

The next day I was really stewing at work. I was still very angry. I felt like I had lost control of my marriage. Things were bleak. We had started to text back and forth. She was very apologetic, but I wasn’t very receptive. Finally my tone became demanding. I was not going to put up with things like this again, and I let her know it.

To my surprise, for every demand I made, she agreed to. I got more and more aggressive. I wasn’t afraid of her not responding at all. She just continued to go along with it. Finally I said that I was going to spank her. Not the the playful slaps on the ass I had given her in the past, but real pain. She said she wanted it. I wanted it too.

Hours dragged by at work. I knew I was going home to an exhausted wife. She could have just been trying to appease me. I wasn’t as worked up as I was earlier. I second guessed myself and my desires. Maybe I couldn’t take the control I needed.

I walked in the front door to meet my wife in the kitchen. She looked beaten down by life. I could tell she had already showered. She was wearing a flimsy tank top and sweats. Her “I’m done for the night” outfit. We had some small talk before I asked her to come upstairs to our bedroom. I figured we needed to talk.

When we got into the room she laid down on our bed. I was about to join her when I decided to take a quick shower. Rinse the day off and plan my approach of the awkward conversation we were about to have. The water rained over me and the anger returned.

I dried off and threw a pair of boxers on. I climbed into bed and looked at her. I gave her a hug and we laid in silence for a few moments. I wasn’t done with her. I knew I had say something. I just couldn’t. Then without warning my anger came out in a way I had never experienced before.

I jumped up and grabbed her by the wrist. She got up just as quick. I led her to our bathroom by the hand. I told her to take her pants off and not move. I quickly went to our closet to grab our handcuffs. One of a few toys I bought as a gag our first Christmas together. They had never really been used them except for the first drunken night we had them.

I returned to see her in her panties with her sweats on the floor. She was facing the shower door exactly where I left her. She looked over her shoulder to see the cuffs in my hand. We both knew this was real. This wasn’t role play. She needed to feel pain.

I lifted her tank top over her head and threw it on the floor. I took her left hand and put the first cuff on her wrist. I propped open the shower door and lifted her hand up to doorframe. I took the cuffs and laced them over the top. I took her right arm and lifted it up to place the second cuff on her wrist. She was locked in place now. Willing and ready to except her punishment.

I lowered her panties around her ankles. I took one last look at her big brown ass before I reared back. My right hand met her left ass cheek with a thunderous clap. To my surprise she let out a moan instead of scream of pain. I started to get hard. I leaned into her and whispered in her ear “you will never cross the line again”. I reared back and gave her another hard smack. Another moan from her. I leaned in and whispered again. What I thought was supposed to be punishment was now an erotic show of dominance over submissiveness.

After about a dozen hard slaps to both her ass cheeks I had whispered everything I needed to say to her. She had only whispered simple responses of “yes” and “no” back to me. I was rock hard and fighting the urge to use her right there from behind. I finally gave in to the sexual side of this and started to tweak her nipples. She moaned and panted as she threw her hair back. I moved my right hand towards her slit and she was soaked. I knew she was as turned on as I was. I didn’t want to give in yet. I wanted to dominate her in other ways.

As I slid my hand from underneath her swollen pussy I felt her taint and asshole were soaked. My middle finger went right into her ass without any force. I had never experienced anything like that before with her. We tried anal when we first started dating, but neither of us really enjoyed it. But this moment could not be wasted.

My instincts kicked in and I left her alone in the bathroom. I went to her secret stash and got her vibrator. It’s only about 6 inches long without much girth. Bigger than my finger, but smaller than my cock. I held it so she couldn’t see it as I returned to the bathroom. With my left hand I grabbed her by the chin to made her face forward. Without warning I slid the vibrator into her ass. She shook. I turned it on and watched her body twitch. Then, without a word I left the bathroom again.

I stood alone in our bedroom contemplating what to do next. I stroked my cock with the thought of fucking her ass. I knew this would end soon if that was the case. I wanted this moment to go on as long as possible. I was now free of the anger that brought us here. I needed to dominate her in more of an erotic way. I looked at our dresser and found inspiration. I lit a candle.

I returned to the bathroom and removed the vibrator. I uncuffed her and watched her almost fold in half. I gave her a second to regain her composure. I grabbed her by the wrist and walked her over to edge our bed. I laid her down as I stood over her. I stared deeply into her eyes and sternly said “make yourself cum”

She started slowly to rub her clit as I reached for the candle. I poured the hot wax on her nipples. Her back arched as her pace quickened. I waited for the wax to collect again as I stared at her little hand circle her lips and clit. I poured more wax. I grabbed her left hand and forced it on her crotch. I wanted to see her cum, but she couldn’t. I was getting frustrated.

I told her to continue as I returned to the bathroom. I thoroughly cleaned the vibrator and my hands. I returned to see her struggling with her orgasm. I knew she needed to cum. I gave her the vibrator and cleaned the wax off her tits. I watched as she put the vibrator inside herself. I poured all the wax that had collected on her nipples. I knew she was close now.

She looked so frustrated. What I thought would put her over just pushed her closer to the edge. It’s almost like she needed me to close it out. I put the candle down and grabbed the vibrator. I placed it in her right hand over her clit. I slid two fingers into her and felt her swollen G spot. Within seconds she came. She threw her arms back as I continued to finger her. Within moments I could feel her cum again. This was getting insanely hot.

I grabbed the vibrator and put it on her clit. I continued to finger her as I felt her swell up again. More swelling than the first time she came. It was almost like her pussy wanted my fingers out of her. She was now being vocal. She stated in a somewhat subdued tone “I’m going to cum”. It was as if she didn’t have the stamina to scream. I pulled my fingers out of her and felt a small squirt in the palm of my hand.

My wife was not a big squirter. It had only happened once or twice before. I couldn’t make it happen on demand and neither could she. What was different this time was I felt her pussy post squirt. I could feel a change inside her. I needed to feel it all now.

I ripped my boxers off and shoved my cock into her mouth. I had been hard for almost an hour and I wanted mine. She started sucking as if her life depended on it. Within seconds I knew I didn’t want to finish that way. I pulled away from her and laid down on the bed. I was finally ready for my build up to end.

She immediately straddled me and slid all the way down my shaft. Normally it takes a some effort for me to get into her little pussy, but not tonight. In the past when she was this turned on it she be almost too wet. Not this time. It seemed like the squirt that my hand put inside her had rinsed her out. She felt raw. A good raw.

She started hard and fast on my cock. No warm up needed. She must have been craving my cock the whole time. I can tell when she is all about connecting and sharing the moment. This was not the case. She was selfishly using my cock to cum. It was her position. I know when she has the right angle to hit her G spot. Her rhythmic grinding brought her to orgasm almost as soon as she started. I looked at her flushed face as she sat on my beyond swollen cock. I demanded she go again.

I could tell she didn’t have much left. She went right back to work on me, but again got selfish. Back into her rhythm. I wanted her to ride me out. I wanted her to make me cum like I made her. Right as I was about to shift my hips and try to take over from underneath I felt her shudder. I couldn’t believe she had just came twice in less than 3 minutes.

She was spent and collapsed on my chest. I rolled her over and got on top. I put her ankles on my shoulders and thrusted as deep as I could. She finally got loud. I’m not sure if it was out of pain or pleasure, but it turned me on even more. I fucked her as hard as our bodies would let us. I did not feel a bit of guilt. It was my turn to be selfish.

I only had about a minute on top of her before I finally got mine. I pulled and shot rope after rope on her. Straight shots from her throat to to her stomach. I squeezed out the last of me right bellow her belly button. I gave her one last stare into to her eyes and laid down next to her.

I don’t remember if I got her a towel to clean up. I don’t remember if we cuddled. I don’t remember anything after that. All I know is we are still married and we no longer fight like we did leading up to that night. Whenever things get tough, we don’t make love, we fuck the anger away.

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