[FM] 43F How my husband (almost) gave me the spanking I really deserved

I have always been fascinated in a sexual way by spanking. When I was younger I used to have fantasies about being kidnapped by pirates and being spanked by them. Some of the first erotic stories that turned me on like crazy when I read them at Literotica were ones that involved submissive women, especially if they were spanked. the harder the spanking, the more it would arouse me.

Because my sexual experience was pretty limited before I met the guy who would become my husband, I never got to explore anything kinky when I was young and single. I would NEVER have told anyone about the thoughts I masturbated to. I would have died of embarrassment if anyone knew!

A few years into our marriage I told my husband about it but not the extent. He was not turned on by it. He wasn’t raised in the sort of repressive religious environment I was and, as a result, is much more psychologically healthy. Occasionally he would give me a few swats as a part of foreplay but that was as far as it ever went.

Then, one weekend about five years ago, our kids were both at sleepovers and, as we always did, still do under those circumstances, we planned to have lots of hot, loud sex. When he came home on the Friday evening from dropping one of the kids off I was ready for him in the dirty little schoolgirl outfit that he loves so much; a short navy pleated skirt, white blouse, knee socks, Mary Janes and plain white cotton bikini panties. We started to play around and ended up in a little roleplay where he was the teacher and I was a girl in his class who kept spreading her legs and showing her panties while he was teaching. Of course, I had to stay after class. I know this sounds really hokey but we were having fun with it.

When we were alone in our imaginary classroom he told me I was a very naughty girl and that acting in such a slutty way would have to have consequences. He thought it would be getting fucked by the teacher but I had something else in mind.

“You will have to spank my bare bottom, Sir,” I told him. “That is what slutty girls get for being so naughty.”

This led to a conversation about whether I really wanted this and ended up with me confessing that it was something I had been craving for years. I told him I wanted him to spank me with his thick brown leather belt that he had had for years and was heavy and supple. I knew what it felt like because I had used it on myself although anyone who has tried to self spank knows it is just not as good as at least the fantasy of the real thing.

It took a lot of convincing, bordering on me begging him to do it but finally he agreed but I still had to go into his closet to get the belt myself. I took off my panties and lay down on the bed over a pillow so my cute little milf ass was sticking up. I was so nervous, so thrilled. My mouth was dry but my pussy certainly was not. I put one hand under myself and rubbed my clit and I humped my hand, my ass pushing up and down. He loves to watch me get myself off but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Spank me hard,” I whispered. He stood there for a few seconds hesitating.

“DO IT…. Please” I begged.

The belt came down on my cheek, hard but not hard enough. It stung and the pain was wonderful but I wanted more.

“Harder! Harder!”

He hit the other side, hard enough to make me jerk and let out a short cry. The sting was incredible and as it dissipated I could feel my clit swelling and my pussy lubricating.

“Fuck yes! Harder!”

He was nothing if not willing to try to make me happy. This time the belt came down and I writhed from the pain and let out a scream followed by a couple of moans.

“God, that’s it. Don’t stop. Make me cry!”

At that point he laid the belt down next to me, put his hand on my ass that was still on fire from the last stroke and rubbed it. “I can’t do it Angie. I’m sorry. I just can’t hurt you.”

If I was a grateful person and a better wife I would have felt grateful that my husband loved me too much to cause me pain even if I wanted it for myself. But I am neither of those things. I got mad at him and called him a wuss and other names. He wondered out loud how I could be so fucked up as to get turned on by being whipped. He ended up leaving the bedroom and going downstairs leaving me sitting on the edge of the bed dressed like a little teenaged schoolgirl.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty pathetic. I turned around to look at my ass which still stung. There was one faint line, one darker and one that was bright red. God, could I feel that one? I touched myself thinking about the sting of the belt, remembered how I had writhed and screamed. The next moment I was face down on the bed my hands buried between my legs rubbing myself to an orgasm strong enough I had to bury my face in a pillow to muffle the screams,

We ended up talking about it later. He told me he hated doing it and I finally understood and accepted it. He has given me a few hand spankings since then but they are almost teasers knowing the real thing just isn’t going to happen. But I have used the imprinted memory of the sting from that belt as masturbation fantasy so many times since then so I suppose I should be grateful for what he did give me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yqvbds/fm_43f_how_my_husband_almost_gave_me_the_spanking