Threesome Weekend: The Spanking

This is one of the last two encounters I wanted to write up from the threesome weekend. The spanking that was promised to me for coming without permission, which when you think about it was pretty underhand … not that I’m complaining!

I love a good spanking, the glorious humiliation, giving yourself over to the control of another. Oh yeah, mmmh.

Threesome, Spanked and Owned by my Man and our Friend

We were in bed, you had your cock buried in my ass and he was fucking my pussy, classic double-penetration. The tease had been insane, so when I finally tipped, there was no holding it, I couldn’t obey your demand.

Oh, naughty girl, you’re getting a good spanking from each of us later, you whisper into my ear. Still staring into his eyes, I see his reaction to this, his thrill. You bite my shoulder, sucking hard and I am frozen by it, still coming, pulsing, my eyes tearing. Ooh. Mmmhhh. Grunting, he comes inside me for the first time this weekend, and I feel his cock pulsing, pulsing. When he’s done, he pulls out and rests his head back on his forearm, watching my face, not smiling. There’s a promise of violence in his eyes that I find I don’t want to escape.

You continue your slow fuck of my arse until you grunt out your own orgasm deep inside me.

A Tease in the Bathtub

Later that day, I took a bath. I left the door ajar, a welcome should either of you wish to come in, maybe even join me. Your threat hung over me the whole time, little thrills running through me, electric jolts to my nerves and my clit.

I slipped a hand down between my legs, I let some fingers slide into me. Idly playing with no intention. It will be his first time spanking me. He’s made no secret out of how much he’s looking forward to it. I’m wondering how it will be.

A little later, the door opens and you both come in. I pull myself out of my imagination, let my fingers slide out of me. He sits on the edge of the bath, takes the sponge in his hands.

“May I?”

You’re leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalance, a cup of tea in your hands. I grin at him, pass the soap and stand up, turn my back to him. He stands too, squeezes some soap onto the sponge and soaps my back with it, great circles, the lightest touch, cooling water running in rivulets down over my ass, between my cheeks, tickling my legs. The sponge moves down. Lathering my ass, he applies much more pressure, lifting my cheeks and letting them fall.

He dips the sponge in the water and I turn. He pours more soap onto the sponge and draws circles over my belly, again the rivulets run down, touching me intimately. The sponge follows and I widen my stance.

He drops down to his knees, his other hand glides through the trails of soap, over my labia and he uses his fingers to spread open my lips. The soapy sponge glides directly over my clit. My thighs spasm, lips part and I draw in a breath. He spends time, lifts the hood of my clit with his fingers, squeezing, letting the sponge find and stroke over it, over every part of my sex until my breath is coming fast. I look down at the top of his head, watch his teasing hands, getting closer and closer, the pressure inside me building.

He stops, stands up and begins to soap my tits. The sponge paints my tits with bubbles. He’s watching what he’s doing. I look at you and you smile at me.

He drops the sponge and uses his hands to continue soaping my tits, teasing circles. He lifts them up, lets them fall, over and over. My nipples hard and so very sensitive after his long tease this morning, and oh, I’m building still.

Then he grabs the sponge, water runs out of it, he presses it to my chest, above my tits and we watch the soapy bubbles running down over my body, my tits being revealed, glistening globes, nipples dark. He wets the sponge again, repeats until there is no soap left. His head dips and his beard scratches over my tits for a long moment, he takes a nipple deep into his mouth and sucks hard. I lean into him.

You clear your throat. He lets my nipple slip from his mouth and straightens up, steps back, his eyes burn me. You hand me a towel.

The Spanking: On the edge and desperate

Ten minutes later, I’m standing in the sitting room in my bathrobe and shortie pjs. It’s punishment time.

“You go first,” you tell him, and you move to the armchair to watch.

“How many?”

You open your hands and shrug.

He beckons me over to him. There’s the violence in his eyes again; I don’t know what to expect from him. I discover afresh, vulnerability to the unknown, how hot it makes me.

He beckons again, impatient. Casting my eyes down I move to him. He sits back on the sofa, pats his knees and I comply, laying myself over him so my arse rests at a position convenient to his dominant hand.

“Won’t do,” he says. “Get up and take off that ridiculous robe, top too.”

Humiliated (delicious!), I stand in front of him, hands on the belt of my robe. I’m clearly too slow. An exasperated grunt comes out of him, and he slaps my hands away. He stands, strips off my robe, takes my t-shirt and pulls it off me. It catches on my tits, lifting them high, then dumping them down in an unashamed jiggle of an exhibition, which his grin tells me was not lost on him. I feel my cheeks heating up.

He sits, pats his knee again and I get down over it, presenting my shortie clad ass. The feeling of vulnerability is overwhelming. It’s odd, but I’m certain I’d be feeling a lot better right now, if he’d stripped me completely naked.

Bare tits squashed to the sofa my head turned so I can see you. You’re giving me this look, it’s grounding. I breathe. You squeeze yourself through your trousers, thrilling me.

I jump with the first blow. He spanks me soundly, without caressing. Just spank after spank. The claps are muffled by the thin cotton of my shorts. The spanking is quick. More shocking than painful. I begin to squirm, rebel, but only to tease us both. After his attention in the bath, I’m burning.

He makes a negating noise. Mh-mh and his other arm clamps my lower back in place. You sit forward, cock in hand now. He spanks harder, not much, but it’s noticeable, there is a slight pain to it and my arse is warming beautifully.

His hand slaps upwards, giving the lower part of my butt cheeks some hefty attention. He’s breathing faster, I don’t know if it’s because he’s excited or exerted. His hand glances upward with each slap. After a time, the noise of the spanking changes, the reports unmuffled and I realise that my shorts have ridden up to expose my ass, the crotch pressing deeply into my pussy. Mmmh.

With the realisation comes that gloriously humiliating recognition of how hot and wet I am. My clit is pulsing, threatening to tip me over already. You’re watching him tanning me, stroking yourself. I feel how each crack sets my arse wobbling and I know you’re loving it.

He sighs out an aaahhh, sounding thoroughly happy. He stops spanking me and grabs the exposed parts of my ass cheeks, kneads them painfully. I feel his cock pushing against my hip and I press myself into him.

“Your turn,” he says.

“Come here,” you say. I try to get up, but when I move my legs, my clit spasms and I pull them together over it, still draped over his knee. He grunts an amused sound.

“Now!”

You actually bark the word out and I push myself hurriedly, ungracefully off him, ass high in the air, tits grazing over his denim clad thigh, momentarily dangling over him. He’s smirking, but he doesn’t touch me as I get off him.

I cross to you and stand before you, my back to him. I wait to hear how I should arrange myself for your spanking pleasure. I don’t bother fixing my disarranged shorts, letting him have an eyeful. You sit staring up at me, making me wait. I watch you stroke your cock, mesmerised and needful.

You set your glass down and stand, move behind me. Hooking your thumbs into my waistband, you drag the shorts out from between my ass cheeks, down my legs. The crotch unkisses my pussy, I feel it peeling wetly away from my skin there, a tease in itself. My wetness drags over my inner thighs. Thin ribbons of it pulled down over my legs with the shorts, coating them.

You point to the arm of the chair. I bend over it and you use your knees to push my legs wide apart.

“Don’t close them,” you warn me.

I nod.

He has his cock in his hand now, stroking it.

You massage my arse, your cool hand feels good on my warmed skin. Your first spanks are to the sides, both hands at the same time, pushing my cheeks together. Then more sensual massage, followed by some slaps to my thighs. You’re mostly avoiding the area he spanked to a reddened glow.

It’s thrilling me to be spanked by you in front of him. He’s sitting back, playing. I watch him fisting his cock, lick my lips.

You administer a couple of sharp smacks to the bottom of my arse and I jump a little, all a-wobble. Your spanking is shocking, exciting. A series of gentle slaps to my inner thighs, wet sounding magic. I keep my legs open as instructed, thrilling and jumping with each spank. So horny now!

You pause, push your cock against my pussy, tease my clit with it. I press myself backwards against you, rubbing my dripping pussy over your cock. You slide it inside me and I fuck back onto you.

“You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

And oh, I’m so close, pulsing around you, my clit spasming.

“You want her?”

He nods and stands up, cock in hand he comes over. You pull your cock out and slap my pussy directly, slap after slap until I tip into a powerful orgasm. He rams himself inside me, grunts as he feels my pussy convulsing around his dick.

You sit in the chair where I can reach you with my mouth. My hair wrapped around your hand, I lick and suck my juices from you. You take full control, fucking my face, you’re rough, just using me. Him too, punishing my cunt with his cock. I ride out the last waves of my orgasm around his fucking, then sink thoroughly into the enjoyment of being used by the two of you again.

He comes first, holding handfuls of my hips in tight fists, he rams himself into me, grunting. You force my head down, so you’re deep in my throat and you hold me there. He’s loud and uncaring. What he does, how he uses me is painful; it hurts and oh, I revel in it. You press me down on you the whole time, until he finishes. Unable to breathe, I focus entirely on his deeply embedded spasming dick.

He finishes and you pull out of my mouth, I can breathe again. He spanks me twice more, hands wide and flat, the blows loud. My breath still recovering, you come over my faces, into my mouth. I taste you, lick your dick clean, before you let go of my hair.

I’m suitably humiliated, face full jizz, his leaking from my pussy down my legs.

I look at you.

“Dirty slut,” you say.

And I glow with pleasure.

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